How much of someone can you save, before it's not considered saving anymore?

Just which parts of them do they expect you to save?

Their body?

Their mind?

Hmmmmm let's just start with saving their seat at the restaurant while they're in the bathroom. I'm sure we can figure out the rest from there. ;)

Lying to the Shredder was easier than Donnie expected. Considering how bad Donnie was in the art of fibbery.

At home when the need arose, Donnie found out at a young age that it was always more beneficial to talk his way around the truth than to give halfhearted attempts at lying to a father or brother with heightened animal senses.

'A truth talked to death, will be ignored as a lie,' Donnie used to proudly tell Mikey, the only one in the family he allowed to know of this little bit of trickery, him being the only one of his brothers who would forget to look for a hidden truth next time Donnie started on a rant.

But lying, with a straight face, TO THE SHREDDER! Donnie didn't think he could do it. But not even two minutes after he was cut off from Leo. He did exactly what his blue bro didn't want him to do. He lied.

It was a simple lie. He told the Shredder that Karai was still a snake and that she was slowly starting to lose her mind again. He told him that he found her in an alley and he tried to inject her with his new version of the retro- mutagen. But in the fight he punctured a bag of garbage and released the retro- mutagen into the trash bag instead. After he lost the retro-mutagen Karai fled into the sewers, and Donnie followed her.

By the time Donnie finished his supposed finding Karai tale, the purple turtle was so proud of himself for coming up with such a story on the spot he decided to push his luck. Even going as far as to suggest to Shredder that he should send some of his men out to go investigate and prove that what he said was true. They could drag their disgusting selves through the trash to find that filthy garbage bag themselves.

Donnie hoped that some miraculous reverse phycology would come into play here and Shredder actually wouldn't send his men to go investigate. But instead Shredder just kicked Donnie's wheelchair sideways toppling the young turtle to the floor at this comment, accusing the turtle of overestimating his own filthy position.

And later Donnie had a feeling that the big headed follower would be sending half his damn army to check it out.

But other than that the lie was simple, to the point. And most importantly it was accepted. Shredder would have Donnie make this retro- mutagen,'for my beloved daughter, who I would sacrifice the world for,' as he said it.

So Donnie was immediately sent to Stockman's lab, where he quickly got to work. Considering that some of the ingredients needed for this version of the retro-mutagen was in space! Donnie knew he couldn't actually make the Shredder what he wanted. But he could create other things. And if worse comes to worse hopefully these little concoctions would be impressive enough to the Shredder that the bladed boss would not kill him.

Still Donnie hoped his brothers would make it here before he had to actually present anything to the Shredder. But he had his doubts, Shredder was impatient, and his brothers certainly weren't miracle workers.

Donnie rubbed his sore leg were the band still held tightly around his thigh.

Not that it mattered much what Donnie did. Shredder swore he wouldn't take the bands off in tell noon tomorrow. His legs would be more than dead by then.

Apparently, according to Tigerclaw, he should be grateful. The Shredder wanted to just cut off his legs. But Stockman and him talked Shredder into this little bit of convenient mercy.

'I could make something that would keep his helmet shiny. Bet the bald bastard would like that,' Donnie thought bitterly to himself.

But Donnie didn't get a chance to brood for long. It was time for a shift in guards. And it just so happen that at this time it was currently Bebop's turn to keep an eye on Donatello while he worked. The mutant was instructed not to engage with the turtle unless any 'signs of questionable behavior,' was perceived.

(According to Fishface these signs included, but were not limited to, a suddenly uglier face, abnormally large hands, a questionable smell of sewage, wearing 'armor' in the house, touching anything that resembled a stick since that was the turtles weapon, or any form of sneezing. Or was it screaming? Fishface could never seem to remember.)

However, much to no one's surprise, Bebop had other plans.

"WHEEEEEEEE HOOOOOOOO!" Bebop shouted spinning into the room ballerina style.

Donnie grimaced at the sounds. Rolling his wheelchair and himself away as he made for another set of chemicals.

Bebop spun into his path blocking Donnie's progress, "Aw don't be like that dog, I have something good for you."

Not having much of a choice Donnie stopped his wheelchair and answered angrily, "What?"

"I'm offering to take those bands off yo' legs. Iiiiiif you do me a favor," said Bebop lowering his head so he could look at Donnie over his sunglasses.

Bebop now had Donnie's full attention. "What's the favor Bebop?"

"Hey man watch it with the Bebop," the warthog huffed. "But listen it goes like this. Shredder won't let me fix my invisibility suit. I need this su~it, it's part of my identity! So you fix this suit, and give me some retro- mutagen when you're done makin' it. And I'll save you from a life of dead leg jokes! What do ya' say."

Donnie thought about his offer, he really thought about it, "How do I know that you can pull this off without Shredder noticing?"

"Oh you can't," Bebop replied at once, "He'll notice, that's why I'll just break your legs. I'll tell him it was an accident. Ahhhhhh I'm just, soooooo sweeeeeeet sometimes yo!"

Donnie gaped at Bebop dumbly, "Break my legs, your solution is to break my legs! Sure that is preferable to these bands, but- WAIT NO! Why don't you just get me some larger bands so no one will notice. Or convince Shredder to just tie my feet together or-"

"HEY, who's the one making the offer here!?" interrupted Bebop. "I'm not changing this deal. Either you do what I say and I break your legs, or you stay a sack of potatoes for the rest of your life!"

Donnie paused in tempered thought. He knew his brothers would save him. But there was no way they were going to get to him in time. But he did not underestimate broken bones. And if Bebop decided not to break them cleanly he might never be the same.

An alarming ache from his left leg made up his mind.

He wanted these bands off; he wanted all the straps that forced him to sit in this chair off.

'Let's hope this works,' Donnie thought to himself as he agreed to Bebop's proposal.

"Nice choice geek freak," said Bebop walking over to Donnie.

Donatello wheeled himself backwards intell the back of his chair hit a table top behind him. "For support," he said when Bebop questioned him about this.

Apparently Bebop had never heard of the concept of wheel brakes before.

Bebop gave a dismissive 'mmmmmmhhhhmmmmmmmm,' before bending down to completely release Donatello's right leg from all of its straps. He then tried to pull the rubber band off and down Donnie's leg. But the band was on to tight. Frustrated Bebop took out his pocket knife and slashed the band off, leaving a small cut in Donatello's skin, Donnie gasped from the pain he was not prepared for.

Bebop lowered himself down copying the 'take a knee,' position. He grabbed Donnie's limp leg and laid it across his risen knee.

"Alright turtle, I'll be nice and make sure to break it riiiiight at the knee," Bebop tells Donnie snickering as he positions the turtles leg just right.

But you know this whole set up confused Donnie. Did Shredder not know how smart he was? Did he forget to brag to his enemies about the results of his last IQ test? He must have. Because he can't imagine why the Shredder would think it would be a good idea to leave a super genius, alone, with full use of his arms, in a lab! With the smartest person he can find to watch him being that overrated Dr. Stockman.

It was as if Shredder captured a trained soldier, tied only that soldier's legs together. Then placed said soldier in a room full of guns, with only one unarmed security guard there at a time, and he expected the guy not to use the guns.

It didn't make sense, but who was Donnie to complain. So he used his gun. Reaching behind him Donnie grabbed a small scalpel that he knew was right behind him, he brought the tool around, and jammed it into the side of Bebop's neck.

Bebop barley managed a gurgling groan before he fell over sideways, causing Donnie's useless leg to flop to the floor.

Truthfully the scalpel was so small that the blade barely entered the pig's flesh. It was the pressure point that was hit that mattered. Usually it would be struck by a well-placed open palm strike. But the positioning for such a hit was hard to get down. While a stab at the area could render an opponent unconscious and helpless.

That's right, Bebop was just unconscious.

Wasting no time Donnie rolled himself forward, bending over to grab Bebop's knife. He used the knife to cut his other leg free then began maneuvering the small knife so he could pick the lock on the strap across his lap that was forcing him into this infernal sitting position.

He didn't have much time. But even as he worked at the lock around his waist he could feel sharp tingly pain as sweet, sweet blood began to flow back into his legs.

Finally the lock popped open, freeing Donnie from the last strap. But his legs were still incapable of walking. To speed up the process Donnie used one hand to massage his legs, allowing the blood to flow as he relaxed his muscles, while his other hand wheeled himself to an adjacent table.

Donnie picked up two medium sized cylinders that he had created just a moment earlier for this hopeful occasion. He sat there balancing the two cylinders on his lap as he waited for the harsh tingle in his legs to stop. Finally the sharp pain dulled, signaling the possibility of steps.

"HEY!"

And nun' too soon.

Donnie rose clumsily, shakily and B-lined it to for the wall.

As he ran he poured the two liquids together throwing them both at the wall, retreating into his shell as soon as he released the projectile.

The cylinder hit the wall and exploded, forcing a portion of the wall to explode outwards.

"STOP HIM!" the voice of Shredder yelled storming his way into the lab.

Donnie popped back out of his shell and ran. Sensing a hoard of wild animals right on his tail. And he was right.

Donnie dived through the hole in the wall, ignoring the pain as a portion of the brick hit his arm as he dove. He went through and continued running across the street and onto the roofs.

It was dark out, but Donnie could tell from the position of the moon that it would not be for long. He had started this journey a little before the sun set for the night. And now it was almost at its end. He just wanted to live long enough to see tomorrow's moon, which for his family, was the same as the sun.

Donnie ran harder, He could hear Tigerclaw's jet pack shoot its master forward as the villain chased him.

He was running out of time. And space!

For the building in front of Donnie's path was multiple stories higher than the roof he was on now. Not wanting to change his course or waste time scaling the building Donnie jumped, once again hiding himself into his shell, and smashed through the glass of one of the building's many windows.

When he popped himself back out of his shell he found himself in a cozy little room with blue and pink flower decor decorating the entire space.

A hotel, he was in a hotel room.

There was a scream to his left.

Oh great, he was in a hotel room, and there were humans in here.

Two naked humans.

Yeah….. Donnie decided to ignore them. He bounded across their room out into the hallway. The humans screamed again as they now had the horrid experience of a tiger, a pig, a skeletal dog, a fish, and a fly all climbing into their room. The fish decided to shut the humans up, if only to get them to stop screaming.

In the hallway Donnie slammed his body into the nearest emergency stair door, feeling unnerved by the sudden lack of screams behind him. He vaulted himself down the stairs exiting out of the first door one floor below. Tigerclaw opened the emergency stair door right after Donnie managed to silently close the door to the lower level behind him.

"Did we lose him bra?" asked Bebop who was still rubbing his sore neck in irritation.

"Less questions Anton!" *sniff* *sniff*, "He went down. Of that I am sure. We'll split up. I'll take the floor two stories down, Razar and the fly follow me. The rest of you take the floor directly below ours. There will be no escape!" Tigerclaw declared pouncing down the steps with his mutant team behind him.

Meanwhile Donnie kicked down the door of another hotel room on his chosen floor, not even bothering to close the damaged door behind him as he entered. He raced in as a handsome forty year old man in nothing but trousers yelped in fright.

Donnie ran over to the second bed, not currently being used by the terrified occupant, and ripped the sheets off.

The man in the bed, having a little more gusto than the couple before, leaped off his comforter and attempted to tackle the hurried turtle. Donnie barely paid him a glance as he brought his foot out to trip the man flat onto his face.

Donnie turned towards the window and just managed to get it opened when Fishface launched himself feet first into the room, with the familiar battle shouts of Bebop right behind him.

Panicked Donnie was about to drop the sheet and defend himself when the previously discarded man, in nothing but his lower garments, took a baseball bat out of his open briefcase and swung the thing into the back of Fishface's head.

Fishface fell forward and Bebop had no choice but to turn his attention to the enraged civilian as the man went for the pig swinging madly.

Taking this as the friggen' miracle it was Donnie allowed himself a moment to study the scene outside before launching himself out the window.

He guessed he was about fourteen stories up and right across from him, just as he planned, was an equally tall building that he had passed hundreds of times before in his nightly patrols. The building was tall, decorated in white stone that stretched out from the window sills in a design resembling a collage of mandala's.

Donnie also happened to know that this design made for some great hand holds, which made this the perfect building to challenge your cocky brothers to a building climbing contest.

Unfortunately Donnie always lost those contests. So Donnie brought a failsafe, a hotel sheet.

Donnie flung the white sheet in front of him catching the material onto the white design. The sheet jerked and ripped, not standing a chance against Donnie's weight and gravity. But it did its job. Pulling Donnie those final few inches towards the safety of the wall, Donnie gripped the undesignated handholds of the building. He then made his way down, one awkward hop at a time. It looked ridiculous, but it was quick. Donnie made it to the ground and raced across the street, taking heavy breaths as he locked himself into what seemed like a very large abandoned maintenance garage.

The garage was dark but Donnie could still tell that it was large, dirty and grey looking. The place was a mess of broken wooden beams, rope, random forgotten metal plates, and tools. There was a second floor, if it could even be called that. The second floor was nothing but an overdone wooden platform, with crooked splintery wooden stairs leading up to it.

Donnie breathed heavily, trying to somehow grasp his chest through his plastron. This wasn't going to work. Those guys can smell him, track him. And he realized the distinct lack of manholes in this area.

He was going to be caught again. At this rate there was nothing he could do about it. Then Donnie looked at the tools and treasures around him, forming ideas even as he looked.

"Well," Donnie said through ragged breaths, "I've always been a fan of famous last stands."

Leo and the rest of his family made it to Shredder's lair in a blur of rushed desperate sprints. The sun would start to make the beginnings of an appearance soon. Whatever was to be done had to be done soon.

It didn't take much investigating for the group to find the oddity in Shredder's defense. There was a giant-ass hole in his wall! Police were still trying to block the area off with yellow tape as New York's population tried to get a better look at the unique scene.

"There," Master Splinter announced suddenly pointing his pawed finger at Oroku Saki himself. He was dressed in a casual looking pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. The bald disfigured man looked as if he had dressed in a rush, with no time to regard his clothing. Saki was talking to one of the fatter looking police officers moving his arms widely above his head as if he was emphasizing some big scene.

The whole thing disgusted Leo. That monster didn't deserve to look so normal. Forget his burns, that murderer was out in public, talking to police, and they were listening! All things his family deserved, and the Shredder didn't.

But this wasn't the time to get angry. In truth, it almost never is.

Donnie, what happened to his brother?

"Duuuuudes, did Donnie just bomb Shredder's home?" asked Mikey in disbelieving awe.

The family all stepped forward forming a straight line across the edge of the rooftop so they could overlook the scene.

"So much for doing whatever the Shredder says," said Raph smiling.

"Hmmm yes, it does seem as if your brother can be very stubborn," Splinter added stroking his beard as he leans ever forward.

Karai placed one hand upon Leo's shoulder indicating, much to Raph's annoyance, just who her next thought was meant for. "That hole doesn't mean he escaped, he could still be in there! And even if he did the others are right behind him. They probably already captured him right now. Tigerclaw is too skilled to lose Donatello, even in this mess."

"Karai's right," Leo agreed.

"Ooooofcourse she is," Raph groaned.

"Ofcourse I am," Smiled Karai.

"Leonardo?" said Master Splinter keeping his voice calm, yet allowing his questioning tone to be laced in warning.

"Alright guys behave," Leo chastised. His cheeks reddened at his childish rebuke. Nagging your brothers without adults around was one thing. Nagging your brothers in front of your parent was another.

It was never good.

"Look," Leo continued suddenly, anxious to move on. "We'll split up. Mikey and Raph, you two check Shredder's Lair to see if Donnie is still in there. If you see any sign of him, call us immediately. Don't try to rescue him without us. Karai and I will try to follow any tracks we find out here and see if we can find Donnie on our end."

Raph opened his mouth to retort, but Leo put a hand up silencing his brother just long enough to get his next piece in, "And yes Raph, I'm partnering with Karai, my reason? Because I'm the only one who has enough knowledge about her to safely fight beside her."

But this didn't soften Raph's glare, "And the only reason you know how to fight with her so well is because she's attacked you so many times! Remember that Leader!?"

"Yes Raph I do remember, and your right, that is why I can fight with her. It's not a big deal," Leo replied giving Raph a determined glare right back.

"Not a big deal!? Are you crazy? Or just stupid!?" questioned a reasonably angered Rapheal.

But Leo just shook his head. After all he wasn't really angry at Raph, not yet anyway. He knew that Raph just didn't understand, couldn't understand. Despite his love for fighting and violence, he would never understand that those fights Karai and he engaged in were a form of mutual interest and alleviated boredom.

Leo fought Karai because it was fun, because he never really believed that she would hurt him.

And she fought Leo for the same reason.

Similar reasons, similar goals that were meant to be gained through similar actions. It was too obvious for the two of them not to notice, and not to enjoy it.

Raph relates the harsh teasing way Karai and Leo interact. To the sweet yet tough way Mona Lisa and him interacted, and so, he didn't understand.

And right now, there was no time to explain.

"Let's go Karai. And Master Splinter," Leo said as he started to head away from the group. "Could you stay here? That way whichever team finds Donnie you will be close enough to be able to help."

"Ofcourse my son," Splinter replied sitting down onto his rump, crossing his legs into a lotus position.

Because uh, he's Splinter, obviously he's going to meditate.

Leo and Karai leave the three of them and jump onto the roof to their left.

Mikey shuffles nervously for a moment before reaching out to grasp one of Raph's muscled arms. "C'mon Raph, let's go save Donnie."

Raph turns towards Mikey with no anger in his eyes, only a slight sadness, "Yeah, let's go get our brother."

And with that all of Splinter's children had left. He was all alone to meditate in his own thoughts. He focused and concentrated for Donatello's safety. He did not despair for the momentary sadness his other children were experiencing with the return of his daughter, for he knew that this grief was nothing more than a large hurtle that all of them must find a way over. And Splinter believed in the good hearts, and tough will of his children far too much to worry for their future feelings in this.

They would get passed this, all of them.

So he kept all of his mental concentration focused solely on Donatello.

His self-less, clever Donatello.

And that's how Splinter sat; meditating in the suddenly breezy New York night. Thinking of how grateful he was to have so many perfect, beautiful children. And hoping that tonight his family won't have to return home, one child short.

Mono Lisa really is different than Karai. I find their differences and similarities amusing. :) Or maybe that's just me.

Anyways the guys are about to have some fun next time! No matter who wins this. A turtle goes down fighting!