A/N: I really did not mean to leave this story for so long. Real life kinda got in the way. But, writer's block is halfway gone and my writing mojo is starting to come back. I hope you'll accept this chapter as my apology for letting this story hang for so long. I'm really sorry.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

Raphael knelt down in front of his brother's grave, putting a hand on the stone marker. It hurt to be here, but he needed time alone. He had neglected to visit Titian and Andrea in the last few years. He gazed at the names carved into the stone, eyes sad and haunted.

Some older brother I am, he thought.

The images of his little brothers flashed through his mind's eye. They had been so full of life. They followed behind him like twin shadows. The memories changed to the night of the showdown, when Michelangelo and Donatello pulled their broken, lifeless bodies from the rubble. Raphael closed his eyes and bowed his head. He was supposed to protect them. He was the big brother, the protector. Their safety was his responsibility. And he failed.

"I'm so sorry," Raphael whispered. "I never should have let you out of my sight."

A warm breeze washed over him, stirring his mask tails and brushing away the tears that were silently streaming down his face.

"I'll make Shredder pay for what he did to you," Raphael vowed. "I swear it."

The Foot soldier glared at the blue masked turtle sitting across from him. The reptile was sitting backwards on a chair with his arms folded on top of the chair's back. It unnerved him at how calm the turtle was. No threats, no beatings, no nothing came from the mutant.

"What?" the soldier snapped, not being able to take the silence anymore.

The turtle simply shrugged, remaining quiet.

"If you're going to torture me, then do it and get it over with," the man said.

"It won't do me much good if I did," the turtle replied. "You won't tell me anything, anyway."

The man scoffed. "Not like the others, are ya?" he asked.

The turtle smiled. "Thank you. That's literally the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Including my brothers and father."

"Uh huh," the man muttered. "So, what's your method of interrogation, then? Tickle torture?"

"No torture of any kind," the turtle assured him, resting his chin on his arm. "You're going to tell me what I want to know."

"Good luck, shellback," the man said.

The turtle smiled again. It was too innocent. The man squirmed in the chair, the ropes digging into his wrists and ankles. He looked everywhere but at the turtle. However, he couldn't escape the reptile's gaze. He could feel the mutant's eyes on him; unmoving, unblinking. He flexed his hands into fists, his body tensing. How was this not torture? He hated being watched. Still, the turtle never moved. Never so much as batted an eyelid. He just sat there, watching and smiling. The soldier could feel sweat begin to roll down his face. He had to get the turtle to stop looking at him.

Finally, his resolve cracked.

"I'll tell you everything you want to know!" he cried. "Just please...look somewhere else!"

Leonardo grinned and chuckled to himself. He got up from the chair and went over to the soldier.

"Now then, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked.

"Go to hell," the man cursed.

"Nah ah, you promised you would tell me everything," Leonardo reminded him.

The man clenched his jaw, closed his eyes and hung his head. Leonardo circled the chair.

"Now, then, let's start with something easy," he began. "Like why some of your men think that I'm supposed to be dead."

The man's eyes shot open, growing wide. He looked up at the turtle. "You're...?"

In the darkness, it was difficult to see the color of the turtle's mask.

"You're Blue?" the man breathed.

"Yes, I am," Leonardo answered. "So, why do you all have it in your head that I'm supposed to be pushing up daisies?"

"It can't be," the man whispered in mild horror. "That building was supposed to have...We killed the wrong ones?"

Leonardo felt something tug at his soul. His eyes narrowed. "You mean...What are you saying? That Titian and Andrea weren't supposed to die?"

The soldier shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. "No, it can't be. The plan was sound."

"What are you talking about?" Leonardo yelled.

"That building...we had it rigged that only you would set off the trap," the man explained. "But, we never counted on there being three of you."

"Three of me? What are..."

Leonardo fell silent. His eyes slowly widened as the sickening realization settled into the pit of his stomach.

"Are you saying...are you telling me...Titian and Andrea were...we were triplets?"

"The silver one set off the explosives," the man continued. "You and the gold one ran in to help, and that's when the building collapsed."

"Why me?" Leonardo wanted to know. "Why were you trying to kill me?"

The man closed his eyes again. "Oh, well. It doesn't matter if we failed," he said, ignoring the turtle's question. "Everything will work out."

"What are you talking about?" Leonardo demanded.

"The serum is perfected, there's no use for you anymore."

Leonardo grabbed the front of the man's shirt and half lifted him off the chair. "Tell me what you mean by that," he ordered.

The soldier opened his eyes and smirked darkly. "You'll meet your end. You all will." A haunting look shone in the man's eyes. "Tell me, do you know where you're fearless leader is?" he asked.

Horror destroyed Leonardo's calm. He dropped the human and ran for the door. The soldier began to laugh as Leonardo dashed out of the room.

"Donnie!" Leonardo screeched. "Donnie!"

Donatello hurried out of his lab, eyes wide. "Leo? What is it?" he asked.

"Where's Raph?" Leonardo demanded.

"Gone to visit Titian and Andrea," Donatello replied. "Why? What's wrong?"

"We'll never make it," Leonardo whispered in terror. "It's too far. We'll never make it."

Donatello grabbed his brother's shoulders and shook him. "Leo, what is going on?" he asked. "What has you in such a panic?"

"The Foot. Their target...it's Raph," Leonardo answered.

An unusual sound captured Raphael's attention. He looked over his shoulder to see shadows lurking throughout the trees. He narrowed his eyes, jumping to the side as an arrow flew into the tree before him. Raphael rolled and sprang to his feet. He whipped out his sais as ninjas poured out of the trees.

Is nothing sacred? he asked himself.

The ninjas charged, weapons at the ready. Raphael spun his sais and ran to meet them.

Footsteps pounded against the concrete as the three brothers rushed towards the family gravesite. Leonardo fought to keep up with Michelangelo and Donatello. Raphael's safety fueled his run. His lungs screamed for air but he kept pushing forward.

Please hang in there, Raph, Leonardo silently prayed. We're coming.

"Pick up the pace," Michelangelo called over his shoulder. "Double time."

The brothers picked up the pace, running even faster. Leonardo clenched his jaw against the pain.

We have to get to Raph, he told himself. We have to help him.

"What's that?" Donatello suddenly asked.

Leonardo looked up to see a convoy of vehicles swarmed around the burial park. Michelangelo took out a set of binoculars and zoomed in. He gasped when he saw Foot soldiers drag an unconscious Raphael out of the park.

"Triple time," he said. "They got Raph."

However, the brothers were brought to a sudden halt when Foot soldiers launched over the side of the roof and cut off their path. Leonardo, not being able to stop in time, slammed into Donatello's back and fell backwards.

"That's far enough," one of the men said as more ninjas surrounded the turtles. "You'll be reunited with your brother soon. But, right now, there's still work to be done."

Leonardo grunted as he was hit with something. He reached behind his neck and pulled out a small dart. The world suddenly grew fuzzy. He saw Donatello and Michelangelo go down before everything disappeared into a hazy darkness.

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