A/N: Yay! Thanks to those who reviewed! You made my night! I feel like I am losing control of the story really fast. It's really hard to write emotions, physical happening, thoughts, ghosts, and everything else in this story. Oh well, hope you enjoy! R and R please?

I do not own TMNT

Hours passed. Don's crying eventually died down and he fell asleep, but Leo felt no need to sleep. His mind was running too fast to even feel tired. Five of his closest family members and friends…gone. Just like that. One after the other, beginning with his father. Who could hate him so much? Leo was certain that there was a reason he was still alive. He was the one being targeted. He would have been killed after his father had they been seeking to destroy the family. Maybe they were just seeking to destroy Leo, but in a more barbaric way than death. It was definitely not the Purple Dragons or Hun. Each murder was too clean, each different and they wouldn't play these torturous schemes by taking away one person at a time. Karai couldn't be behind this, could she? Leo wanted to believe that, but the more he thought of it, the more certain he became that the Foot was behind this. Leo's resolve hardened and his anger flared, but he pushed it aside, knowing revenge would come later. Now he had to focus on keeping his last brother alive and burying the rest of his family. Trying to calm himself, he closed his eyes and drifted into a meditative state.

"Leo! Where are you?"

"Dude, we need you!"

"Leo! Shell, Leo! Where are you?"

"My son! My son!"

Frustrated by the tricks of his mind, Leo fought his way back to reality, and opened his eyes. He was surprised to find that it was nearly daylight. The fires were now just glowing embers, and his brother hadn't moved an inch in the nearly three hours he must have been laying there. Leo gently scooted out from under Mikey's head, and nudged his breathing brother.

"Mmm." Don croaked. Leo laid a protective hand on his shoulder and noted how cold his brother was. "Go 'way."

"Don, come on. Let's get to the van. We'll get you a blanket." Leo whispered, scared to make any loud noises in the stark silence. His purple clad brother slowly pushed himself to his knees and shook his head. Don looked at Mikey's blank and drained face, fresh tears slipping down his face.

"Come on Don." Leo prodded as he gently lifted him to his feet. Don relied heavily on Leo, as he was still not fully awake, and they slowly made their way to the van. Leo hurriedly covered his brother after he laid him in the passenger seat, and set off to the barn to grab the shovels. Leo was annoyed to find that he was extremely panicky being away from his brother, but he reminded himself that he had a good reason to be. He ran back to the van, and made sure Don was still breathing. He sighed and the knot in his gut loosened ever so slightly. As he walked to the back of the van, he caught sight of himself in the dusty window. His heart raced at the sight. His once grass green skin was now a sickly shade of grey, and his face looked hollow. His limbs were limp and gangly-looking. But what shocked him most was his eyes. Bordered by blue, horrid, lifeless bloodshot eyes stared back at him. He stared at himself intently, and suddenly he could see each of his deceased family members behind him. He spun around, half expecting to see ghost-like figures like Raph had been, but there was nothing. He shook his head and opened up the back doors. Sight of the freezer sent shivers down his spine. He shook it off and closed the doors again. He hopped in the driver's seat and turned the car on, and drove the short distance to Mikey.

After all of his family members, dead and alive, were in the van, he pulled around the back of the house and parked near a large oak tree that shaded half of the backyard. Leo checked on his brother once more and making sure he could see him from where he would be before pulling out the shovels and starting to dig. The physical labor seemed harder than it should have, but he reveled in the burning in his muscles, the pain that had grown so familiar to him over the years. He lost his mind in the work, but noted as his surroundings slowly lightened. By mid morning, a large pile of dirt had formed behind him, and a gaping hole stared up at him.

"Leo?" Don mumbled from the van. Leo was at his side in an instant.

"Yeah Don?"

Leo winced when tears formed in his brother's eyes. "Leo," he sniffled. "Leo, I had the worst dream. Raph and Mikey and Splinter and Ape and Case…they…they all died… right in front of me. Leo, why?" Leo threw open the door and captured his shivering brother in his arms.

"I don't know Don. But I'm still here, and I sure as hell ain't going anywhere." Leo found his strength returning by holding his brother, holding onto the only reason he was still breathing.

"Leo, it wasn't Karai. In my dream, I mean." Don said after a moment and pulling back. Leo still held onto his shoulders, keeping his hold on reality.

"Who was it then Don?" Leo asked quietly. His brother's face crumpled as more tears fell, but he bravely spoke. "I don't know. But I was looking down at…at…at the…the bodies…and there was this cackling maniac behind me. I spun around, but then I woke up."

"It's alright Don, it wasn't real."

"But everyone's gone, Leo! How are we supposed to live without them? Live without Mikey's jokes? Or Raph's temper? Or Sensei's lessons? Or April and Casey's help and love? How Leo?" Don nearly screamed as he fell once again into his older brother's arms. Leo felt the same pain as Donnie, and he honestly didn't know how they were going to make it without them. So, he let his brother dig in his hands into his plastron and bury his face in his neck, while Leo's own tears fell down his face.

"Don?" He said after a moment, the numbing feeling coating the festering pain in his chest. Don said nothing, he simply moved to let Leo know he was listening. "Don, remember what Mikey told you?" His olive brother nodded into his throat. "He told you to keep going. For him and Raph, for Splinter. They wouldn't want you to give up. And Donnie, they aren't really gone. Remember when I left to Japan? It's like that. We're…" Leo fought back the threatening tears, successful for the first time in a long time. "We're just separated for a while. We'll see them again. You know we will."

Leo held his breath, waiting for his brother's response. Finally Donnie sighed and sat up. He still looked tired and ragged, but at least he was somewhat under control again.

"You're right, Leo. I'll heed Mikey's words." Leo sensed something under the layer of bravery besides pain, but he couldn't figure out what. He finally nodded and helped Don out of the van.

"Then let's send them home." Leo said quietly. They managed to get the freezer out of the van and into the hole. Surprisingly no crying occurred as they said prayers in Japanese to their fallen family members, their hands entwined, gaining strength from each other as they said goodbye. They spent the rest of the day gathering flowers to decorate the fresh grave, and they were on the road to New York by dusk, the knot of worry in Leo's gut growing as they got closer and closer to what would now be a dank, lifeless home.

A/N continued: I had such a hard time coming up with a villain for this story. In the past it was some freak of my imagination, but now I have to fit him to a known enemy so I don't have to write so much about THE DARK SIDE. Anyways, this is going to be a story with an OC. I know there are a lot of people that don't like OCs in stories like this, but there's just no way to make it work without one. So sorry to disappoint:/ but thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy the rest!