Watching Donnie break down made his heart crack, it almost was enough to pull him over the edge too, but he steeled himself, right now he had to be strong, with everyone on the edge, with the air so thick with tension you could practically cut it with a knife. The last thing they needed was for him to break too. Splinter was pained, Raph was lost, and Donnie had shattered. It was up to him to keep them up, keep them from falling, while they looked for a cure to help their youngest brother.

Mikey's eyes bore into him, no longer their innocent aqua blue, no longer filled with love and life, but a deep seething red, filled with rage and feral instinct that left them all shaking. Behind him he was vaguely aware of Raph laying Donnie down on the couch, having spent himself so much that his genius brother passed out.

Leo placed his hand against the glass, the creature hissed at him and began attacking it as it had been doing the past couple hours. The fact that this was Mikey, their goofball baby brother was too hard for him to bare, for any of them to bare. He felt a whole puncture his heart a place right where Mikey had once been, it bleed and festered, like an open wound, his hand shook.

"Leo?"

"My son?"

He turned and noticed Donnie was awake already, bandanna gone, those chocolate brown eyes looked at him pleadingly, dark circles as worse as ever. To his left, he saw Raph was the same way, as was Splinter, Leatherhead, April and Casey were fairing no better. His family was breaking and there was nothing he could do about it.

He dug his fingers into his palms, "Alright, that settles it. We're going after Bishop."

Raph looked at him, as though he'd lost his mind, "Come again?"

Leo looked towards his remaining family; eyes determined. "We'll make him help Mikey."

Raph still didn't look convinced he was serious, nor that he was sane. "And how exactly are we gonna find him?" Raph leaned against the sofa, putting a hand on Don's shoulder as added support. "Last I checked his address wasn't listed in the Daily News Report."

They heard Leatherhead let out a low growl of contempt, "I know where he is." They all watched Leatherhead, as his eyes filled with hatred and pain, Splinter even took a step towards him, hand outstretched. "Groom Lake Nevada. He held me there for weeks, tied me up and tortured me, brutally. I vowed that I'd see him again someday. But Michelangelo's condition is worsening by the second, we might not have enough time, traveling in your motor vehicle."

"I…" Donnie's voice was barely above a whisper, as he placed his hands on his kneepads and pushed himself to his feet. "I maybe able to help with that." He gestured them to follow him, towards a room, blocked by a solid steal door. "I've been working on this for a while now. Mikey—" Don winced, his shoulders trembling, Leo watched as Raph placed a gentle hand against Donnie's shell, steadying him. "Mikey helped me add a few extra details, ideas, stuff like that. Like he always does…"

They prepped the helicopter, loaded Mikey inside and took a moment of silence, to steel themselves, to prepare themselves for the unknown future they had ahead. All placing their hands against the glass of Mikey's containment. Hold off a little longer, little brother. We're gonna save you. Leo murmured silently, eyes closed, fingernails scratching against the glass.

Hearts heavy but determined, they took off into the skies to save their brother.

But of course, they're luck wasn't going to be that easy, of course Bishop already knew they were here, and of course he wanted something in exchange for his help in curing Mikey. And of course, of course, everything went south when Mikey was able to out of his containment and cause havoc.

Havoc was something that Mikey loved to cause, nothing major, just simple little pranks here and there. Like putting superglue on Donnie's bo staff, or hiding Raph's favorite punching bag, or when he tied Leo's bandanna to a poll while he was in deep meditation. Just harmless chaos that Mikey joyfully laughed at even after he got in trouble.

But this—

This was different.

This was a kind of havoc that wasn't… that shouldn't be a part of Michelangelo.

Leonardo, in the beginning, could only watch in horror at the destruction that Mikey caused. Mikey let out a roar so ear piercing, that the ceiling shook from the shockwaves as he grabbed at Bishop's men. Throwing them around, their bodies hitting the walls or the ground, a sickening crack echoed out, and then they'd lay there motionless.

A monster in distress will do whatever it takes to stay alive, no matter how feral.

Even kill.

Bile rose in his throat, as he stepped infront of Master Splinter, protectively. Watching Leatherhead surged forward, tackling Mikey to the ground, as the two beasts snarled, hisses and roared at one another.

To his left he saw Don rush forward. "Stop! Please! I have tranquilizers right here, we can knock him out just… don't kill him. Please…"

Bishop looked at Donnie, for a moment as Leatherhead managed to pin Mikey to the ground in a choke hold. "Do it."

Leo's seen a lot of things in his life, a lot of things that have left their mark in him, a lot of anger and resentment, bitterness.

But as Donnie and Raph aimed their guns at their younger brother, as he watched their hands shake with emotions; as tears welling in Don's eyes, while Raph bit his lip so hard it bleed. Leo realized that nothing was more difficult, nothing left more of a scar in his heart then when it came to his family hurting.

It took eleven tranquilizers from Don's and Raph's guns to finally calm Mikey down, Leatherhead released Mikey and their youngest brother fell to the ground with a dull thud! And with his last bit of strength, red eyes still filled with rage, looked up at Donnie and Raph, whimpering, before going limp.

Don choked and Raph's breath hitched.

Donnie's weapon fell from his hand, while Raph threw his against the wall. Both reached out for Mikey, desperately needing some type of contact but the remain numbers of Bishops men, hauled Michelangelo away before any contact could be made.

"Breathe, Raphael, it is alright." Master Splinter soothed out, no doubt grasping Raph's arm as he often did in an act of comfort.

"M-Mikey…" Don sounded as though he was on another break down again, his body shaking. Then his brother turned toward him, "L-Leo…"

Leo rushed forward, placing his hands on Donnie's shoulders, "It's okay. They were only tranquilizers, he'll be fine." His hands gripped Don's shoulders, tightly, as he tried to convince himself of that statement, "He'll be fine, Donnie. Okay?"

Wiping at the swell of tears in his eyes, Don nodded.

"If you all will come this way." Bishop said, voice holding the tone of boredom as he gestured them to follow. "We can discuss the next step."

Ever reluctantly, they did so.

Raphael knew that whatever service Bishop required for them, wasn't going to be easy nor was it going to be good. But he never expected this. The man actually wanted them to break into Karai's stronghold and take an artifact from her. "You want us to what?"

Donnie looked just as shellshocked, but he still held that logical stance that he normally does when he's thinking, "Infiltrating Foot Central was hard enough with the Shredder still in charge. But Karai? She upped her security?"

Bishop turned away from them and crossed his arms. "If it's not something you can handle then you all can collect your brother and leave—"

"No!"

Leo stepped forward, eyes narrowing. "We'll do it."

Bishop turned to face them then, "Excellent." They all watched as the man walked forward and pressed a button, which caused a holograph screen to pop, the image was of Karai's stronghold. "Since time is of the essence and since I'm feeling generous. I will provide you with the plans to get inside and get what I required."

"Leo, I don't like this." Raph said, as they all huddled in a corner while Leatherhead kept a close eye on Bishop and Stockman. "It was bad enough gettin' inside when Shredder was there, but Karai? After what she did?"

"I know. But Mikey's running out of time." Leo looked like this was the last thing he wanted to do, but he steeled himself, "What choice do we have? We get in, get what we need and get out."

Raph let out a huff, "Ya know our lucks never been that simple, right?"

"I'm with Leo,"

They turned and saw Don looking down at the ground, his expression desperate and broken, but determined. "We're... We're out of options. If doing this helps us find a cure. Then we gotta do it." Donnie held out his hand, palm facing down, "For Mikey."

Leo and Raph placed their hands on top of Don's, "For Mikey."

Whoo, boy, this feels like along time coming. First off I'd like to firmly apologize to all of you who have waited on the next update to this story. I have no excuses other then saying that my hyperfixation on TMNT changed into something else along the way while I was writing for this story, unfortunately that is something that happens more often that I would like. But I am hoping that while I am back into TMNT I can speed write for this story and get it done before it fades away and some other interest grabs me by the ankles and yanks me down.

Anywoo, a penny for your thoughts? Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated in comments down below, if you all have the time, and I'll see you all soon.