Mikey laid Raphael face down on Donatello's exam table. "Donnie!" He yelled as Ant and Jack hurried in after him and came to the side of the table. Raph was barely conscious by now, his one good eye struggling to focus as he tried to push himself up off the table. "Raph stay down!" Mikey pushed him back down.

On crutches, Donatello, made his way swiftly over to the table. "What the hell happened?" He demanded. His attempts to make a functioning prosthetic had failed thus far. He had gotten close, but nothing to his high standards just yet. At least he was mobile on crutches, and for that he was thankful.

"He got into a fight with Alopex. They were on a roof and she threw him off."

"She what?"

Everyone looked at Jack.

"Are you telling me that that fox threw Raphael off of a building?" She asked them.

Mikey nodded.

Shaking his head, Donatello leaned against the side of the table. "Someone call Arionna, I'm going to need her help with this." He frowned.

Ant went to the wall where there was an old payphone still hooked up. He deposited a few coins which instantly rolled out the return in the bottom, and punched in a few numbers. While it rang Jack turned on Michelangelo.

"Now, explain to me why you all felt the urge to go start a fight with the fox?" She demanded an answer.

"We didn't." Mikey gestured to himself and Antonello. "Raph is hell bent on getting answers for what Mona did. Leo is still in denial and-"

Raph groaned on the table as Donatello was trying to pull his shell closed. Jack's brow drew together with concern as she moved around to the head of the table. She took Raph's hand and gave it a squeeze. "You're such an idiot." She whispered, trying to not sound upset, but she couldn't fight the knot twisting in her stomach. It was the first time she had been on this side of things, normally she was the one that was hurt. Now she didn't know what to do.

The woman brushed a sweaty lock of hair out of her face as she took a shaky breath.

"Don't worry he'll be fine. He's cracked his shell before." Mikey tried to comfort her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Donatello frowned. "True… but it's never been this bad before." He added a bit quieter. "This is deep, penetrating… not just the first few layers of keratin on top, he actually cracked the carapace."

"But isn't it part of your sp-"

"Our spine? Yes." Donatello cut Jack off. He was clearly worried as he hobbled around his room. Grabbing a bottle from a table he threw it to Mikey. "Get him to swallow four of those."

Mikey dumped the pills into his palm and came to the head of the table. He gently smacked his brother's face until the turtle was at least semi-conscious. "Take these."

"Fuck you." He mumbled.

Mikey looked to Jack for help.

The woman took the pills from the turtle and held them out to Raph. "Take them Raphael. They will help."

"I don't… need…"

"Take them before I force them down your throat." She threatened, but her voice was shaking, more scared than really angry.

His eye found hers. Slowly his hand fumbled for the pills and shoved them in his mouth. He swallowed them down without a word.

"Thank you."

That's when the door burst open. Reddish curls came rushing into the room. "I got here as fast as I could! Ant said it was an emergency?" She froze. "Shit…"

Donnie nodded. "Yeah it's pretty bad."

Arionna gave Jack a weak smile as she moved around to her side. "Hey." They hugged briefly before she turned to Donnie. "Okay, fill me in."

The turtle looked at the others. "Everyone else, out. You will just get in the way." He saw the horrified look on Jack's face. "I'm sorry Jack but we need space."

The small woman leaned down and kissed the top of Raph's head before she followed the other turtle's out of the room.

"Okay now… shells are slightly flexible…" Dnatello's voice faded behind the closed bedroom door.

Jack stood there on the other side of the door, staring at the wooden structure for what seemed like an eternity. Antonello walked up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder, his eyes spying the green skin along her hair line with her hair pulled up into a high pony tail. Her eyes didn't move from the door as her hand reached up and grabbed hold of his.

"I'm scared Ant." She said quietly.

"I know." He put his arm in front of her and forced her to turn away from the door. "But standing here staring isn't going to do anything." He pulled her towards the dining room table.

Mikey had disappeared somewhere, leaving the pair alone. Ant reached up on a shelf and pulled down Master Splinter's tea set. After setting some water on to heat up he prepared some tea for the two of them, hoping it would soothe the woman's nerves.

"Raph will be fine."

"How do you know that?!" She bolted to her feet. "He essentially broke his back!"

Ant once again placed his hands on her shoulders and eased her to a seat at the table. "But we are turtles, our shells might be connected to our spines but they are… different." He looked away, he wasn't too sure how to explain what he meant. He wasn't really sure he knew what he was talking about.

There was a loud crash coming from down the hall. "What do you think I've been doing Mikey?!" It was Leo, slamming open doors and storming towards the kitchen.

"We can't stay here Leo!" Mikey was trailing after him. "The foot have found us once, what makes you think they won't come back again?"

"You think I don't know that?" He turned on his brother. "While you and everyone else have been gallivanting around the sewers I have been looking for a new place. But we have one problem, we can't go anywhere until Don is mobile."

"So you found a place?" Mikey asked him.

"Well not yet…" He said, somewhat defeated. "But even if I do, we still have to deal with that."

"You can't tell Mona." Ant said suddenly.

Leo glared at him. "And why can't I?"

"Because she is the one that led the foot to us, if you tell her where our new house is they are just going to find us again!" he was starting to get as frustrated at Raphael.

Shaking his head Leo turned to head towards his room. "Mona had nothing to do with that. She swears it!"

"Then why is Raphael on a table in the other room with a crack in his shell?!" Jack demanded.

Leo looked at her, their matching eyes locking. He blinked a few times , his defiance leaving as his gaze shifting to Donatello's room. "He what?" He asked in barely a whisper.

"He's bleeding from a giant crack in the middle of his shell Leo, because he was trying to find her." Mikey told him. "It's bad, not like the other times he's cracked it."

There was a scream from Donatello's room.

"Raph!" Jack made to run towards the door but Ant grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.

"You don't want to go in there." He said quietly as Raph screamed again. "It isn't going to be pretty." He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her back against his chest to keep her from doing something stupid. The turtle could feel her trembling against him before she reached up and grabbed his hand to cling to.

It was late and eventually the woman took up a seat at the table just staring at Donatello's door while the other's talked a little bit away.

"So what are we going to do Leo?" Mikey asked him. "We can't stay here. You know that."

The turtle grunted and ran his hands over his face. "We will have to find a new place and start moving what we can. We can rebuild most of our stuff, find new supplies and whatnot, I just don't want to leave too much of Donnie's tech behind. If we have time and the means… we can get the extra stuff. If not it stays."

The other two turtles nodded.

"First though we have to find a place." Leo looked at the wall. "It's almost morning. We can look tomorrow. Make sure you both are well rested and brush up on some exercises. I'll ask Don if he has any ideas on where a good location to look would be."

Leo turned to leave but Ant reached out and stopped him. "What about Raph and Mona?"

He grit his teeth. "I won't tell her until you guys are satisfied she has nothing to do with any of this. Raph won't be able to help for a few days." Yanking his arm from his brother, Leo walked back to his room.

Ant sighed and scratched his head as he looked at his other brother. They both looked over at Jack, she was passed out at the table , stressed beyond belief and they couldn't blame her. Their attention was stolen when Donnie's door opened up and Arionna stepped out. She smiled weakly at the turtles.

"How is he?" Mikey ran up to her.

"He'll be fine, once he heals." She looked at him. "The crack on his carapace is rather deep so we couldn't seal it and bind it close like Donnie wanted to. We could only treat and sterilize his wound. I wanted to make sure that none of his vital organs or systems had been damaged, which they weren't. So he just needs to keep it clean for a few days, let Donnie change the bandage and then in a week he can epoxy the fiberglass strips over the crack so it can heal shut."

Mikey heaved a sigh of relief. "Well, that's good I guess."

"He really shouldn't sleep on that hard table though." Arionna told him. "But Donnie said something about him having a hammock? He shouldn't sleep there either because of the pressure on his back. He should stay on his stomach."

Mikey looked at Ant, then at the sleeping Jack. "Help me carry him to Jack's room." He told his brother.

Arionna looked at Jack. "Tell her I said goodbye. Hopefully next time I'm over it'll be on better terms." She gave them a small wave and excused herself.

After grabbing Raphael's hulking frame from the table, the pair carried his unconscious form into Jack's room and laid him out on her small bed. Mikey looked down at his brother and started to pull the weapons off his belt and try and make him more comfortable. "You can head to bed Ant. I got this."

The other nodded and left the room.

Mikey set the sai on Jack's dresser before he turned back to his brother. Pulling off the red mask he laid that on top of the weapons and then he stared down at his brother's face. The younger turtle hesitated before he grabbed the strap of his brother's eye patch and gently pulled it off. There was a small dented line that circled Raphael's head from the strap because he never took the thing off. Setting the patch down with the rest of Raphael's belongings, Mikey hunched down in front of his brother's face. One eye was closed, the other was a mess of old scars where Donatello had sewn his eye shut after removing what was left of the damaged eye ball Shredder had destroyed. It had healed a long time ago, but Raph had never liked the thought of just showing it so he always kept it covered. He glanced at Raph's shell. There was a long strip of gauze down the center of his back, medical tape holding it in the crack that had been broken open.

"You are such a moron." He mumbled. Getting to his feet he walked back to the kitchen where Jack was still asleep at the table. The turtle placed a hand on her shoulder and gently shook her awake.

Rubbing at her eyes she looked up at him. "Huh?" She mumbled. "What is it?"

Mikey motioned towards her room. "Donnie did what he could, he'll be fine. We put him in your room to rest. He's got to stay on his stomach for a while."

"Thanks." She got to her feet and started towards her room.

"Hey Jack?"

"Yeah?" She stopped and looked at him.

"Raph is going to be okay."

She gave him a small smile and them turned back to her room. It was dark when she walked in. After letting her eyes adjust she walked over to the bed where Raph was taking up nearly the whole thing. Carefully she crawled up onto the small space beside his shoulder and head and sat down. She leaned over and kissed the back of his head, a few tears leaking from the corners of her eyes onto his smooth skin.

The woman curled up as tightly as she could between the wall and Raph in the small space left on the corner of the bed. Most of her legs hung off the bed but she refused to move as she drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.

Raphael groaned as he opened his eye. His grip on something soft opened and he looked over to see he was holding to Jack's legs. "What the…" He went to push himself up and felt a sharp pain in his back. Biting back a curse he moved a bit more carefully and looked around. He found his girlfriend lying in a tight ball near his head, her legs under his arm. He was the only thing keeping her on the bed since he had been taking up so much more room than necessary.

Slowly sitting up fully Raph gently pulled the woman towards him. "Jacquelyn." He mumbled. "That can't be comfortable."

The woman mumbled in her sleep as the turtle pulled her body towards him.

He winced as she fought him but he pulled her further onto the bed. "Jack…" He laid back down more on one side of the bed this time and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to his side.

She snuggled into him, her small hands clinging to his arm. "You're an idiot."

His body stiffened for a brief second before he relaxed and kissed the side of her head. "But I'm your idiot."

"I'm serious." She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Do you know how scared I was?!" More tears were filling her eyes.

His hand slid up her side and found her cheek. "No… but probably like I was all the times you were hurt." He smirked. "I guess we are even now."

She smacked him.

"Ow. Remember I'm hurt… you have to be nice to me." He smirked a bit.

"Yeah right."

He turned just slightly so he could lean over and kiss her briefly. "I'm sorry I worried you." He said a little more seriously.

But the woman was focused on something else. Her small hand was on his cheek, Her thumb running across his skin, feeling the scar that cut across his face that took his eye. "I don't think I've ever seen you without your eye patch."

He recoiled slightly, his hand reaching up and touching his face. "What the hell?" He looked around almost panicked. "Where did it…"

"Raph…"

He tried to sit up, still looking around.

"Raph lay back down."

"I need my eye patch."

"No…" She pulled on his arm and urged him to lay back down. "No you don't."

He looked away from her as he obeyed and laid down.

"Raphael…" She put her hand on the back of his head and waited for him to turn his head and look at her. "Why are you so insistent on getting your patch back on?" Her gaze drifted from the scar of his missing eye to the warm color or the one keeping her gaze.

He sighed. "I'm already a monster, the pile of scars on my face just make me look even more like one. I'm scary as hell. I just… I don't want to scare you."

She sighed and scooted a bit closer to him. Delicate fingers gently traced the side of his face before finding the scar that cut across his face. Her fingers gently crossed the divot where his eye should have been, cautiously touching the scarred skin. She could feel him tensing under her touch but he didn't stop her. Pulling her hand back down his cheek she leaned up and kissed the scar, just below his eye socket.

"You have never scared my Raphael. You are no monster. I don't know what I have to do to show you that I accept all of you." She smiled softly and kissed him.

"I'm sorry I'm just so paranoid." His grip on her tightened and he found her lips once more.

She smiled. "Well don't be. Now go back to sleep. You need to rest."