A/N: Wow… I must confess that I'm overwhelmed. I've never had so many people reviewing my stories before, in any of the fandoms! I guess you guys like this story, huh? :) Incredible amounts of thanks. And once again, here's some thanks for my anonymous reviewers:

Sara: LOL! Sorry the chapters have to stop so suddenly, but what's life without some good cliffies? Heehee. As for what happens when they capture Donny… just scroll down. =O

Pig: Same thing, if you want to see what happens next, keep reading!

One extra disclaimer for this chapter… the italicized portion is taken directly from one of the 2k3 episodes. It's in Season 3, Space Invaders pt. 3, where we first see the helmet being used on Donatello. For anyone who HASN'T seen it… it's not essential to this story, as Bishop has mostly explained everything you need to know from that episode.

Also, I want to state one more time: Bishop has NO idea that Shredder is an alien. This is important. He DOESN'T know, or even suspect.

Okeedokee, here we go!

When Donatello woke up, the first thing he noticed was that his head was throbbing with such intensity it was almost blinding. The second thing he noticed was that he was chained down: shackles on his wrists fastened to iron rings on the floor, effectively keeping him from getting up any further than his knees.

Odd. He wondered how he'd gotten there. Everything beyond sitting up on the rooftop with his parabolic microphone was fuzzy in his mind, to say the least. At least that explained the headache; he must have hit it pretty darn hard if he couldn't even remember what had happened.

"Perfect," Donny muttered to himself, taking a moment to examine the small cell he was in. "Just perfect. You'd think I'd be used to this whole being kidnapped thing by now." He sighed. In truth, it was just… getting old. REALLY fast.

The room he was in had no windows and no lights, so it was a strain to see his surroundings at all. The floor was hard and cold, though, like stone… he figured he was probably somewhere in Shredder's tower. A huge iron door stood looming before him, impossible to break through even if he could somehow manage to free himself from the chains… which didn't seem likely.

"Ok, no getting out that way," Donny thought aloud to himself with a heavy sigh. "Well, isn't this just dandy. So it's either wait for the guys to rescue me or hope for old Shredder to make a mistake." His thoughts turned immediately to his brothers. Were they here? Were any of them hurt? Were they together? Would they be able to find him?

The more he thought about them, the more he started to wonder what had actually happened. It was coming back ever so slowly… he seemed to recall Leo telling him that the Foot was after him. The Elite had found them… but they had traded weapons, right? Shell. He'd been given Mikey's nunchucks, which were no longer on him. Mikey was going to kill him. And… Leo had taken his bo, to draw the majority of the ninja to him. Donny prayed that his oldest brother had managed to evade them.

Don thought he remembered making it back to the van. Then there had been… some sort of explosion? Donny growled under his breath as the memories worked themselves together into some semblance of a clear picture. There had been an explosion. He'd been thrown backwards and knocked out, easy prey for the Foot to come and collect, since they'd obviously been waiting for him.

Donny was pretty sure that he had been the first one back, so hopefully that meant none of the others had been close enough to get seriously injured. The Battle Shell, on the other hand… Donny groaned. The way his head felt, he knew the bang had to have been big enough to destroy their van completely. He was going to have so much work to do, replacing everything… But first, he had to find some way out of there.

The turtle tugged fruitlessly at his shackles for a moment before letting them fall down in frustration, the metal links clanging discordantly on the stone floor. The noise seemed to call attention to his return to consciousness, for a panel on the door immediately slid open. A Foot ninja peered in on him silently, confirming that he was, in fact, in Shredder's tower, before the panel slid closed again.

"Yeah, go get your boss," Donny called after him, for no real reason other than it was something Raph would do, and it made him feel braver to think of his stronger older brother. "Tell him the freak's awake and then I can get to work on getting out of here!"

He sighed and shook his head. He had slowly begun to understand why Raph was always acting so tough. Truth was, Donny was scared. He didn't particularly like being captured… and even though he was relieved that none of his brothers were in the same predicament – that he knew of, anyway – he was even more scared because he was alone. He could see how getting angry would be an ideal mask for fear. Donny lowered his head wearily. He wasn't Raph though, and he certainly didn't have the energy to act tough and angry.

At least, he reflected, it was just Shredder. Shredder was a cruel enemy, but Leo had said they'd wanted Donny alive. It was nice to know they'd wait before killing him, as that bought him more time to get out of this mess. Besides, he knew darn well that he was the perfect way to bait his brothers into coming, so Shredder could kill all of them at once. Donny hoped Leo would take that into account when they did come for him, as he knew they would. Still… at least it was just Shredder.

Now, if it had been Bishop who had captured him –

The door of the cell opened… Donny looked up and saw who was standing there, and his hopeful heart took a long dive off a short cliff.

"Bishop…"

"Ah, so you finally returned to the world of the living," Bishop said smoothly. He walked into the cell and dropped a case on the floor. The turtle was staring at him with a look of complete incomprehension, which Bishop found incredibly satisfying.

"But… what are you doing here?" Donny demanded. "I thought… Shredder…"

"Mr. Saki has been most gracious in giving me the proper assistance to… obtain you," Bishop explained, opening the case on the ground slowly, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on the young turtle. "I doubt I could have managed to acquire you on my own."

"I'm not something to be obtained or acquired," Donny seethed, furious. "Why did you send them after me? What do you want? And how can you possibly be working with the Shredder? You do know he's an alien too, don't you?"

Bishop laughed at the childish attempt to distract him. Really, the turtle would have to come up with some story better than that if he was trying to escape. Not that he would have the opportunity. As for what Bishop wanted with him…

"Recognize this?" he asked with a smile, holding up what looked like a helmet with some wires and knobs attached. It would have been a fairly innocuous looking object to anyone else, but Donny's blood ran cold as he stared at the helmet. He recognized it, all right... he knew exactly what it was…

His hands were bound in front of him with electromagnetic cuffs as he stared up at the enormous dinosaur alien before him. He knew he could not betray his friends. He must not tell the Triceratons anything that could help lead them to Professor Hunnicutt. Donny felt the force of the glare that both Triceratons were sending his way.

"Where is the Fugitoid?" one of the Triceratons boomed at him.

"I- I can't tell you that!" Donny answered stubbornly. Actually, he really DIDN'T know where his friend had gone, but even if he did, there was no way these dinos were getting an answer out of him.

"Can't?" the leader demanded, leaning forward menacingly. "Or WON'T?"

Maintaining his stubborn silence, Donatello turned his back on the pair. After a moment, he heard the leader lean back on his throne.

"Very well," he heard. "We 'pea-brained geckos' will just have to EXTRACT the information from your over-sized terrapin brain!" The helmet was slammed down on the turtle's head, taking him by surprise. His eyes were covered and he gasped in shock as it was activated. He could actually feel the raw electrical energy being slammed into his mind.

Images and thoughts sprang rapidly and chaotically through his head, unbidden. There was no order to them, showing everything from when he was just a small turtle to events as recent as the day before. He knew without a doubt that the Triceratons could see everything that he was seeing, and that when they said they would 'extract' the information, they were speaking literally. Donny couldn't keep himself from screaming as the burning, physical torture of having his mind invaded and set on display drove him down to his knees…

On his knees in the cell, Donny's eyes flickered in fear at the memory, the torturous pain only too clearly remembered in his mind. Bishop smiled as he saw the emotions running rampant across the turtle's face. "You do recognize it, don't you?" he chuckled.

"How did you get your filthy hands on that?" Donatello demanded, wondering if he could reach out with his mind to Master Splinter for help the way he had done the last time. Somehow, he doubted he could make that connection work again. "And what exactly do you expect to see with it?"

"Oh, no no no, my friend," Bishop laughed, patting the turtle on the head. Donny jerked backwards in disgust away from his touch, desperately trying not to let Bishop know just how scared he was at that moment, but knowing that he was fighting a losing battle.

"I have no intention of peeking into your advanced and most impressive mind," Bishop continued. "I have other plans for it, actually. Better plans."

"And what exactly would those plans be, might I inquire?" Donny snarled in a fairly Raph-ish manner. Bishop didn't answer, but held the helmet up over Donny's head. Immediately, Donny shied away, ducking and jerking around so Bishop couldn't get the helmet on him. With an air of belittling amusement, Bishop motioned for the Foot ninja guards to come over and assist him.

"No! Keep that thing off of me!" Donny yelled as the ninja forcibly grabbed his head, holding him still long enough for Bishop to slam the helmet down on him. Donny tried not to panic as it slipped over his eyes and the ninja let go.

"Relax," Bishop said smoothly. "This isn't going to hurt. At least, I don't think it will… I haven't been able to test it out, but I imagine that you won't feel a thing."

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