A month had passed now, and Digital hadn't gained hardly any of her memory back. She was now able to recite her full name by heart now, but it was still saddening when she called Raphael, Michelangelo or visa versa.

She had realized her deep passion for science and could often be found either in the lab or in her room with a microscope, slides, and a notebook. She'd be recording whatever new foundings she found while looking at different cells and such. She continued in her school work, but her training sessions had been stopped for the time being.

She looked around her fair sized room. A rocking chair sat in the corner straight across from her bed while a dresser rested on the same wall the head of her bed sat. On the dresser rested a small jewlery box that she had never opened. She never really thought to. It had been of little to no interest to her young, intelligent, yet empty, mind. But now that she had actually taken notice to it, it seemed to be the only thing she could think about.

So, out of curiousity, she stood and made her way to the music box. It looked just like a small, wooden,
box. Nothing all that worth noticing. It had small heart and star carvings. It was beautiful and small. She placed her hands on the lid and slowly began to open it.

To her surprise, the small jewlery box began to play soft, piano music. It was beautiful. She looked at the bracelets and necklaces that rested inside. She picked up a dog-tag that stated her name and unupdated age. It read:

Digital Shy Harmony

Age: 2

Birthdate: July, 26th, 2010

She gripped the dog-tag in her hand. It held a little information about her, but nothing that she hadn't already knew. Well, besides her birthday. That had still been a mystery to her.

As the music continued to play, she found herself beginning to dance. The dance seemed routine almost.
Her foot stepped in front of her as her right foot raised in the air. She then twirled around when her foot found the floor.

"Uncle Mikey!" A six year old Digital called.

Digital immediately stopped dancing as a head pounding headache consumed her.

"Yeah, Digital?" A nineteen year old Mikey asked.

"Dance again?" Digital asked sweetly.

Digital threw her hands up to her head. It hurt so bad! "Make it stop!" She yelled.

Mikey smiled. "Sure, I think I finally got it down."

Digital jumped in place, her tutu ruffles bouncing up and down. "Really?!"

Leo immediately ran to Digital's room to find her with her eyes scrunched in pain and her hands craddling her head. Leo ran to Digital, taking her hands into his larger ones. "What's wrong, Digital?" He asked, his voice full of concern.

"My head!" She cried. "It won't stop hurting! Make it stop!"

"Well, we have been doing the dance for a good two months now. I'd hope I've got it down." Mikey said with a gentle laugh.

Digital ran up to him and placed her hands against his sides, considering she couldn't reach his neck. "We dance, please?!" She asked urgently.

Mikey smiled and laughed, placing his hands where Digital had showed him. "Yes, Digi, we can dance."

Leo pressed Digital against his chest, panic seeping into his eyes. "Donatello!" Oh, right. Donnie was at the junk yard looking for tools that could help keep the Kranng and Shredder from finding Digital again. "Sensei, please hurry!" Leo called.

Everyone knew that Digital had been getting mild headaches since she lost her memory, but they had never gotten this bad.

"What is it, my son?" Splinter asked in Digital's doorway.

Leo picked Digital up in his strong arms and walked to his father. "It's Digital, she's having a bad headache. I-I don't know what to do." Leo admitted.

Splinter took the crying and yelling child from Leo's arms. "I'll do what I can, my son."

Mikey twirled Digital around, and Digital began to giggle. "Spin me!" She giggled. Mikey laughed as he picked her up and began to spin with her, her left leg bending slightly and her right leg staying outstretched.

When Mikey stopped spinning, he pulled Digital to his chest. "I love you, Digital."

Digital screamed as the pain intensified. "Make it stop! Please, make it stop! Please!" She screamed. Splinter took her to his room, believing that would bring more comfort than the lab. He lied her down on his futon and placed his hands against her head, using healing hands.

"I love you, too, Uncle Mikey."

Slowly the pain in her head began to decrease, and her eyes began to droop before falling into nothingness.

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"How is she, Sensei?" Leo asked as his father exited his room.

Splinter sighed. "She's sleeping now."

Leo sighed as he plopped down onto the couch. "Why was she in such pain?"

Splinter closed his eyes. "It his hard for us to tell, my son. When Donatello gets back we will inform him of Digital's odd behavior. Perhaps, he may know why she was in such devastating pain."

Leo leaned his elbow against the couch arm. "I hope he does. Especially if it happens again. She sounded so pained. And it killed me to hear her cry out like that."

"Who cried out?" Donnie asked as he entered the lair. Leo's head snapped to attention before he ran up to Donnie, a stuttering mess.

"I don't know what happened! Digital just started screaming that her head hurt, and I didn't know what to do! And she asked me to make it stop, and I didn't know how to, and she started to cry, and Master Splinter came and did healing hands, and now she's asleep, and-"

"Ok, Leo. It may help if you stop talking at three hundred words a minute. What happened? I couldn't understand you." Donnie said, placing his hands on Leo's shoulders.

Leo took in a deep breath. "Digital had major head pain and was screaming. We didn't know what was wrong with her. Master Splinter used the healing hands on her, and she's asleep now, but we don't know what's wrong with her." Leo said much slower than before.

Donnie's brow furrowed in concern, and he ran to Master Splinter. "Master Splinter, where's my baby?" He asked urgently.

Master Splinter smiled sadly at seeing his son like this. He was so young, but an excellent father nonetheless. Splinter couldn't even begin to think how challenging it would have been to start parenting at just the young age of fifteen, but his son had some how managed to pull it off. Donatello held unconditional love for daughter, just like any other father should. And Splinter found it truly remarkable that he began to do so at just fifteen. "She is in my room if you'd like to see her."

Donnie gave a quick nod before running to his father's room only to find Digital resting peacefully on Splinter's futon. Donnie sighed gently at her small frame. He rested a gentle hand on her back and planted a kiss on her forehead. He just wanted his daughter to remember. He wanted her to remember who her family was. He wanted her to remember who he was.

He wanted her to remember who she was.

He sighed. It had been a full month. A full month of Digital asking who was who, and asking for her name to be resaid. A full month of Digital feeling like she was in some strangers home rather than her own. A full month Donnie felt like a part of his daughter was missing. Because a part of her was missing. She was missing. Yeah, she was here physically, but mind wise, she wasn't. Mind wise she was just a shell of her former self.

And it was scary.

Not just for her, but for everyone else as well.

Slowly Digital began to stir, her blue eyes fluttering open. She rubbed her eyes gently. Donnie looked into Digital's eyes with his own soft reddish-brown. "Hey, sweetie, how are you feeling?"

Digital kept a hand against her eye gently. "A little dizzy and sick." She said softly. Her eyes flew wide open as she stood and ran to the bathroom. Donnie's eyes widened a bit as he ran after her. When he entered the bathroom he found his daughter hunched over the toilet emptying the contents of her stomach. Donnie knelt next to her and rubbed her back.

"It's ok, Digital. Let it out."

When she finished she leaned back against the toilet. She wasn't one to cuddle with her father anymore.
Since she still couldn't remember him she didn't really trust him. But...

"Woah, dudette, are you ok?" Mikey asked as he appeared in the entrance of the bathroom.

Suddenly Digital's bright blue eyes lightened a bit. "Uncle Mikey," She said gently with a small smile on her face. Mikey was taken aback just as Donnie was. Could it be? She hadn't been able to tell Mikey apart from Raph, or Leo, and even Donnie, yet she got him right this once. She stood on shaky feet and ran up to Mikey where she hugged his waist tight. "I missed you, Uncle Mikey."

Mikey's eyes widened as he looked down at his niece. "You remember me?"

Digital smiled and nodded. "I know you!"

Donnie's eyes brightened. "You remember?"

Digital's gaze directed back to the purple banded turtle. She scrunched her eyes in thought. The memories she had regained were fuzzy, but she could only make out the color of an orange bandana and someone who went by the name of Mikey. Yes, she knew who Mikey was, but she couldn't remember anyone else. "I...I remember Uncle Mikey, but...I still don't know any of you. I'm sorry."

Donnie's heart sank. His daughter did remember. Remember someone. And it was her uncle, Mikey. Well,
at least she remembered someone. Mikey saw the saddness seep into his brother's eyes and frowned. "Hey, Digital, why don't you go to your room and read for a bit. I'll be there in a bit, ok?"

Digital nodded. "Ok, will you dance with me later, please, Uncle Mikey?" Digital asked, a pleading look in her bright, seafoam, blue eyes.

Mikey smiled sadly at her as he placed a gentle, three fingered, hand on the top of her head. "Yeah, Digi,
we'll dance for a little bit."

Digital jumped in ecstasy before running to her room to read for a bit while she waited for Mikey. Mikey then looked at Donnie with sympathy. "Donnie...I...I don't know what to say."

"There's nothing to be said, Mike. Everything's fine," Donnie said with a sigh. He stood from the bathroom floor before walking to the lab, Mikey not far behind. "Besides, if her memory continues to progress like this, she should remember all of us in no time." He sat in front of one of his computer monitors, and he began to type. Mikey wouldn't have known what all of the medical terms lined up on Donnie's monitor to save his life. The research, the symptoms, the percents, it was all too much for Mikey's brain to process.

Then Mikey's eyes caught something next to Donnie's arm. A book. But this wasn't a reading book. Not a science book. Not a dictionary, enyclopedia, or thesaurus. A picture book. A picture book Mikey had recognized to be the first family album that included Digital. He grabbed the book, Donnie not seeming to care if he looked through it. "Hey, Don, why'd you get this out after all these years?"

Donnie sighed as he continued to look through medical terms, percents, symptoms, and such. "I read a long time ago that looking at past pictures could help trigger memories. I got it out and showed some of the pictures to Digital, but she lost interest. I couldn't force her to look through it. I try to spend time with her, try to get her to remember, but I have no luck whatsoever. I guess I'm just getting...a bit...frustrated I guess."

Mikey placed a sympathetic hand on Donnie's shoulder. "Dude, don't be so hard on yourself. She'll remember we just have to give her some time," Mikey said. Then a look of curiousity hit the youngest turtle's face. "What did trigger her memory of me though?"

Donnie sighed. "If only I knew, and I don't know if Digital does either," Donnie said as he stood from the monitor. "But that would be a good question to ask now."

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"Hey, Digi," Donnie said as he stood in her door way, Mikey right behind him.

Her face turned into one of thought. "Hi...um...Leo?" She asked, hoping to be correct.

Donnie sighed gently, not loud enough for Digital to hear, and shook his head softly. "No, baby, I'm your dad."

Her face turned to one of shame and guilt. "I'm sorry, Father. I just can't remember."

Donnie smiled very gently and walked over to her, placing a gentle kiss against her head. "It's ok, Digital.
But I have a question."

Digital sat on the edge of her bed. "What would that be?" She inquired.

"What triggered your memory of your uncle Mikey? Do you remember?" Donnie asked as he sat next to his daughter.

She sat, a look of thought trailing her face. "Well, I...I remember looking at that music box," She pointed to the music box that rested on her dresser, "but that's it. The next thing I knew I was in that room with the futon. But that's all I can remember."

The music box, Donnie thought. That's what triggered her memory about Mikey! It had to be! What else could it be? Donnie gave Digital a gentle hug. "Thanks, Digi, you have no idea how much that helps me. I may be able to find more ways to help bring your full memory back."

Digital's eyes perked up. "Really?! Oh, please do! It's weird walking in a place where I can barely remember everyone's faces." Digital confessed.

Donnie sighed and kissed Digital's head gently. "I bet it is," Donnie moved off of Digital's bed and allowed her to lie back. He covered her up with her blankets. "I love you, Digital."

"I...love you, too, Dad." Digital said a bit awkwardly. It was quite weird to say 'I love you' to someone you hardly knew. Or someone you thought you hardly knew. She shook the thought away from her head as the lights in her room were turned off.

She'd ponder this some more tomorrow. She had to get her memory back! All of them! Yes, she was glad that she remembered who were Uncle Mikey was, but she knew it wasn't enough. She wanted to be able to remember her entire family! She had to know them all! But as for now, she allowed the darkness to sweep her away for the night.

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