I know, I know. This has been done to DEATH, but I just LOVE this idea. NO FLAMERS ALLOWED TO REVIEW! Thanks,
~LF221
Asami ran up onto the bridge connecting the door of the main room to a laboratory/Dissection room, shuddering inwardly at the mere thought of what had been done in the opposite half of the room from where she stood. Prepping the pistol-like gun she held in her hands in an instant, like so many times before when dealing with this kinda thing, she opened fire on the hulking mutant before her, showing only the slightest regret at this action. Dart after dart hit the gigantic freak's chest, and it started slowing down under the combined blasts of both Asami and Leonardo, who also only showed the barest twinge of sorrow mixed with regret. Neither of them wanted to preform this gritty task, but it was either that, or let the poor creature be put down.
By Bishop.
And that wasn't to occur, under any circumstances.
So here the pair was, firing on the giant mutant, now collapsed against the floor of the bridge. Within minutes, the beast was inside a proper containment unit, and Asami sobbed into Leonardo's shoulder, filled with self loathing for what they had done.
Before Bishop came to deliver an ultimatum.

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Asami shuddered slightly, snapping herself out of her gloomy memories, and settled back into her seat in the helicopter as it flied away, just as the base below exploded. She felt numb, and raw after the adrenaline of the past few days had worn off. Her face felt salty, and crusty from the tears shed into Leo's shoulder, after...
"I hope you guys didn't go through too much trouble for me." Donnie said, with a hint of nervousness. Everyone slumped further, and exchanged glances awkwardly. Then, Mikey did something unexpected. He smiled.
"Nah." He said, hand in the back of his head. Asami leaned back, eyes closed.
"He means, there isn't any such thing as 'too much trouble' when it concerns this family." Asami said, hoping that those words would discourage further discussion on the topic.
It only worked until everyone was heading to bed, a few minutes after Asami's head hit the pillow. She felt a shake on her shoulder. She turned over, trying to rid herself of the disturbance, but it wouldn't go away. She turned back, eyes now open, and met the brown-not red-eyes of her brother, Donatello. He was crouched near her head, already starting to peel the sheets back. She scooted toward the opposite side of the bed, letting Don curl against her.
"What's wrong, Donnie?" She said, already fearing the answer.
"Nothing. I just...you seemed to need comforting. Everyone seems to need comforting tonight, and I don't even know why..." He trailed off sadly. Asami bit her lip, not wanting to have to respond.
"Well..." She started after a few moments of anxious waiting, "I guess it's just because...of...all that's happened in the last few days." She finished, voice sounding uncertain, even to herself.
"Asami, you don't have to lie to me. What happened? Everyone dances around the subject, or immediately changes it. It's just so FRUSTRATING!" He started out gentle, but it quickly went more stern, and harsh toward the final words. Asami winced, knowing that her brother would keep insisting to be told of what he had done until the information became his.
But she was almost as stubborn in wanting the opposite action.
"Please, Don...don't-"
"No, Asami. Tell. Me. What. Happened. Now." That last word was what startled Asami the most. The way it was said, the almost anger behind it. She felt yet more tears prick at her eyes. But then, Don turned to look at her.
She quickly blinked the tears back, praying that the darkness hid them.
"I-I'm so sorry, Asami." He said, sounding so close to tears himself. " I didn't mean to...I just wanted..." He trailed off, to the sound the sound of heavily muffled sobs.
"I-it's okay, Donnie. But, this story is not gonna be easy to hear, alright?" She said, bracing herself.
"Ami, it's alright. I was being childish, and didn't think of how it would effect you, all of you. So, I'll let you all tell me the tale, when you're ALL ready." With that, he hurried out of the room, before Asami could call him back.

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Asami silently screamed, the guttural screams and cries of the hulking mutant that had been her brother still ringing in her ears as she desperately clawed at anything that moved, cold sweat dripping from her brow. But nothing met her claws, and she slowly started calming down, struggling to get her panting under control. After what felt like hours, but was really hardly five minutes, she was breathing normally, lying on her back.
But sleep was impossible for the wolf mutant.
Her fingers twitched in muscle memory, as if pulling an invisible trigger, arm aching with the soreness of the sharp report that only her gun could produce. Fingers still squeezing like her gun was gripped, her other hand went flying to her mouth, muffling her loud whimpers as she sobbed, tears running like twin rivers down her cheek. The hot tears soaked her ears, and the pillow underneath, but Asami couldn't have cared less. She sat up then, not even processing what she was doing.
Her only thought was...
I shot him. He didn't deserve it, yet I shot him full of darts.
True, the darts were only filled with a non-lethal mixture of muscle-relaxant and sedatives, but it still felt too real, too much like real bullets.
And he doesn't even know I did it. He deserves to know NOW.
Silently, she stole, stumbling through her tears, fingers still twitching, easing further tears. Down the hallway connecting the five bedrooms. She didn't even hear a sound as she opened the door to his room, just containing a hiss of pain as her arm protested easing the door open. Lord, was it sore.
He didn't wake as she stumbled over to him.
He didn't wake as she knelt next to his bed, right next to his peacefully sleeping face.
He didn't wake as she eased the blankets back, holding her breath, praying that he wouldn't wake as her darn fingers kept up their muscle replay.
He only woke as she eased herself slowly into his bed, curling up into his chest.
He started slightly, but then settled back down quickly as he realized exactly who was curled up against him in the middle of the night.
"A-asami?" He said tiredly, and Asami tilted her head to get a better look at him. She asked him to speak again, just so she wouldn't have to endure his screams and cries, the ones that had haunted her since the deed was done. His hand went to her cheek in a very comforting gesture. And she hated him for it.
He was so gentle.
She didn't deserve his kindness, or gentleness. Not after what she had done to her own brother...
"Asami? What's wrong? What happened?" He asked, softly, but under that softness was a insistent, concerned voice, one that rarely ever showed itself.
Rarely ever NEEDED to.
"Donnie...I'm ready. I can't take you're not knowing like this any longer." She gasped out through her sobs.
And she told him. EVERYTHING.
And then, braced herself for the denials, the harsh words that may or may not come.
Actually, to be honest, she didn't know what to expect, but she was scared as she waited for his response to the fact that his own sister had shot him full of darts.
She wasn't expecting tears from her little brother.
"As-asami, you-I drove you all to the point where you HAD to shoot me? NO! How?" He asked, hand returning to Asami's cheek.
"I-we-you weren't yourself, and we had to return you to you proper self. We all knew what we had to do, but...it didn't make it any easier." she confessed, and lost her voice as tears made their grand re-entrance.
Don very gently wiped the tears away.
"Shh...it's okay, Ami. Everything is alright." He said, in his very best comforting voice.
And Asami almost believed it. She ran her hand over the pockmarks from where the darts had entered his plastron.
And only now did Donatello understand what they were, and how they had gotten there.
"I-I don't know, Don."
"Asami, listen to me, okay?" He said, raising his sister's chin, forcing her to stare into his chocolate eyes. "I am fine now. You all are unhurt, at least physically." He said, eyes glassy with un-shed tears. "And I'm back. I'm not planning on going ANYWHERE. Not for a long time." He whispered, forehead resting against his sister's comfortingly.
The pair hugged, letting the tears and emotions go. After a few minutes, Asami had calmed nearly completely down, so she slipped out when she was pretty sure that Donnie was asleep. As she was easing the door open, she heard a very faint whisper.
"G'night, Ami..."
Then, all was still, except for the Wolf Girl, practicing katas in the Dojo, until the shakiness wasn't from exhaustion, not fear, or anything else negative.