Ack! Like More, I haven't updated this story for nearly four months! I'm super sorry, guys! It just came to the point where neither it nor Suicide were getting updated quick enough so I decided to focus on Suicide and finish it before I could turn my full-hearted attention to this. Seriously, I'm real sorry.

Well, hi dear readers. You haven't abandoned me, have you? I suppose I shall find out soon enough. Please forgive me for the abhorrent length of this chapter. I didn't realize until I was writing it that it was going to be so short. The next on will be much longer, I promise.

Um, if you've forgotten what happened last time, it's okay to go back and read last chapter.

Well, I don't have much else to say so I guess we'll just get on with the story, huh?

Disclaimer: I don't honestly think the geniuses Eastman and Laird are going to hand over what made their fortune to a fifteen-year-old girl any time soon, even if she loves the TMNT as much as them.

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Seated in the armchair, bundled up in five different blankets, yet still not quite warm, Leo avoided all eye contact out of shame. His right hand was partially visible, still holding on to the child's bracelet that he'd retrieved from the all too realistic nightmare world.

By the time he had recited the stats of the children, age and gender, they were as convinced as he was that this was actually happening. Once Stockman came into the picture, it was only confirmed.

Silence filled the room, but Raph was well aware of the fact that the intense look of anger on his face was speaking volumes. For starters, he was extremely upset that Leo had kept this from them for so long. He didn't care about his brother's feelings that they weren't supposed to know. Secondly, Raph was angry that he hadn't pressed the issue harder, the day Sil came. He'd known- they'd all known that something had been bothering Leo.

Mikey decided to break the silence. "So, do you know where they are now?" He asked, referring to the children.

Leo shook his head, still not looking up. Finally, he let his fingers close over the bracelet, putting it out of sight. He turned his head, staring intently at a wall. "Something's wrong here."

Fitting a hockey stick into his golf bag, Casey stood up. "What're ya talkin' about?"

On the couch again, Donny was the one who answered him. "He's right. Something's wrong with this picture."

Slowly, the rest of them started to sense it too, though none of them knew what it was.

Leo was tugging nervously at a loose string on one of the blankets. He stopped suddenly. "The time."

"What?" Raph asked, still not fully over his inner rage.

"The time!" Leo was up on his feet now. The blankets slid down to the floor, revealing the faint blue tint that was still apparent to his green skin. "What time is it?"

April turned to the wooden clock hanging on the wall of her apartment. "Almost half past eleven."

Pacing the floor, Leo shook his head. "No, that's not right. What's he doing?"

Taking his eyes off their elder brother, Mikey looked at the rest of them. "Is he talking about Stockman?"

Donny nodded. "I think so." His eyes widened. "He is up to something."

"Okay," Casey put his hands on his head; "will someone please tell me what the heck is goin' on?"

"I'm with you there, Case." Mikey voiced.

"From what Leo's told us," the purple-clad turtle explained, "the dreams get worse and come more frequently with each passing night. But he's only had one this evening, and that was over an hour ago." He shook his head in puzzlement. " Why would Stockman want to do that?"

Raph had had enough of this, enough of being left out of the loop. Pacing back and forth, Leo looked like he was about to have an anxiety attack. He quickly pinned him to the wall to get him focused, perhaps even calm him down. "What's he doin' bro?" He questioned.

Leo swallowed, bowed his head. "I think he knows where we are."

That was all Casey Jones needed to slip his mask over his head. "How could he know that?"

Helping Don up slowly, April spoke. "Stockman said he had a window to Leo's unconscious mind."

"Basically," Donny finished for her, "that dream was a distraction. His true intentions were to find out where we ran off too."

Mikey took out a nunchuck, gave it a twirl, as realization came to him. "That means…"

"He's coming." Leo said softly. "I'm sorry."

The blue-banded turtle lifted his head up and met Raph's eyes. In them, he found traces of fear and regret, none of which meant for himself. Beyond it was nothingness.

Raph blinked. He broke him. That son of a bitch Stockman broke him. Leo's done; he's finally quit. He broke him like a freakin' toy.

In the next second, April's apartment was left with three walls and the remains of a fourth, its missing pieces flying at Casey and Michaelangelo, sending them toppling over the armchair and to the floor. And in the midst of where the obliterated wall had once been was none other than Baxter Stockman.

You didn't need two guesses to figure out what he wanted. Drawing his sais, Raph turned and looked at Leo, who was watching Stockman. There was a dark grin on his face, a new spark to his eyes, a want- no, a need for retribution. The red-clad turtle quickly remembered what had transpired between him and his brother only a few hours ago, though it seemed like days.

"I don't want to calm down. What I want to do is kill him. It's my fault, but Stockman's the one who's responsible. And he's going to pay."

Before he could've stopped him, Leo took out his katanas and prepared to fight the scientist, getting away from his temperamental brother while he didn't have a hold on him.

"There you are." Stockman said. "Thank you for just coming right up to me; saves me the time of trying to find you myself."

Leo's eyes narrowed.

"Oh, what's the matter? Miss your little friend?"

With that comment, the blue-banded turtle charged him, swords ready to dig into all of his circuitry and to the one thing that was keeping Stockman alive.

Baxter cried out and moved to the side, barely escaping the wrath of the turtle's swords. He immediately returned to his arrogant self. "Well, it seems like I'll just have to take care of this problem immediately." He grinned and lifted his right robotic arm, which lit up, presenting all sorts of glowing, electronic buttons.

After having barely missed Stockman, and then almost falling out of the building, Leo was now by Donny, who, despite his injury, had taken out his bo staff. April had placed him against one of the still intact walls, which he leaned against now, while she went over to help Mike and Casey.

That was when Baxter Stockman pressed one of the buttons on his arm.

Raph had a feeling that he knew what that was for, but he looked at his elder brother, nevertheless. Sure enough, Leo dropped his katanas; shook his head as if trying to will away a spell of dizziness. It didn't work. He clutched his head and would've hit the floor a lot harder that he did if Don hadn't grabbed his shoulder and eased him down as best as he could.

"Leo!" Raph shouted, heading towards Stockman as he did so.

"Ah, ah, ah." The scientist said calmly, swinging his arm around. It hit Raph square in the chest and sent him into the wall near April, Casey, and Mike, knocking the breath out of him.

By then, April had been able to help the two out and went over to him. She helped him up before turning to glare at Stockman. "Do you know how many times I've had to fix this place up?" She practically yelled at him before throwing a broken lamp at his leg.

The hit took Stockman by surprise. "What?"

Casey grabbed April by the arm as Raph moved out of her grasp, able to stand on his own again. "Uh, babe, I don't think this is the best time to discuss restorin' your apartment."

They all jumped out of the way as Stockman fired a thin electronic pulse at them.

"Now," the robot said, heavy feet thumping the floor as he walked over to Don and Leo, whose breathing was becoming labored; "if you don't mind, I'll take what I came for."

A bo staff was placed over Leo's chest, blocking Stockman's path to him. Don glared at the scientist. "You'll have to go through me first."

Stockman chuckled. "Perhaps I-" His holographic features froze for an instant. They were replaced by a contemplative grin. "Bishop never said I couldn't take more than one…" He slipped his hand around to the other side of Donny and placed two metal fingers into the burn wound on his leg, hard.

Don cried out in pain and hit the floor. Stockman hit him in the head and he fell unconscious.

Next thing he knew, a flash of red and orange were assaulting him. Mikey placed a nunchuck around his leg and tripped him, Raph kicking Stockman to the left, so he wouldn't fall on their two fallen brothers.

On the ground, Stockman pushed up with his robotic arms, then kicked out with a leg, catching Mikey unaware and pinning him to a wall hard enough to render him senseless.

When Casey and April came to join the fight, Stockman raised one of his arms and sprayed them with some sort of thick gas, knocking them out as well.

That left Raph. He tackled him from behind, sticking a sai where a human shoulder blade would be located. Electricity flared and Stockman tried to get the turtle off of him. Raph took his blade out, ready to dig it in again, when a heavy wooden picture frame hit him hard in the forehead.

On the ground, the red-banded turtle felt the world go gray around him. He watched the blurry image of Stockman place the picture down and move around, gathering his prizes, before gray faded into black.

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Ha! I finally got another chapter up! Once again, sorry for the length. Next will be longer, I promise. And I'll have it up within 7-12 days, I swear!

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