Hello, everyone! First off, I would like to apologize for how late this is! The Internet has been patchy at best recently, but I'm pretty sure that's all fixed now. That being said, my posting schedule will probably be erratic for a while. I unintentionally got involved in a rather large and time-consuming project. I will try to update every other day, but if I can't, I do apologize in advance. Enough of that. In short order: thank you reviewers, everyone is awesome, enjoy the fic.

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Raph's plan might have worked. It really might have. He got Dr. Morris riled up, he got the goons to untie me, and he just about had himself untied, but then his luck ran out. Dr. Morris, who had finally regained some composure, stopped his henchmen just in time. "You idiot," he'd snapped, "do not free both of them. Take the Neanderthal into the other room and secure him to something, but whatever you do, do not allow him to escape."

I felt Raph heave a sigh, as he realized his plan had failed. I flashed him a sympathetic smile as he was led away. Maybe I could think of something. I did have my hands free now after all. At least part of Raph's plan had worked.

"Now," Dr. Morris began, "maybe we can have an intelligent conversation. I remember you being slightly more rational than your siblings."

I shrugged, rationality was relative. Even Mikey sounded rational when compared to some of the whackos we'd encountered.

"You're parents are still alive," Dr. Morris announced.

I stared at him blandly, "You told us that last time."

Dr. Morris waved my comment away like an annoying fly, "And it still holds true to this day. The cryogenic chambers that you saw in my lab protected them from the explosion. We recovered them intact and shipped them to another location."

"And you're telling me this why?" I asked. "I think we made it perfectly clear that we want nothing more to do with you."

Dr. Morris clicked a tongue against his teeth, "What you and your siblings desire is not my concern. What is important to me is finding a way to restore your parents."

"You have Mikey's bone marrow," I answered. "If those actually are my parents' remains that your keeping in those chambers, and if your procedure is sound, then you should be able to wake them up."

"Ah," Morris said, shaking his head, "you're assuming that we still have the bone marrow. While your parents did survive the explosion, I'm afraid our sample did not. We need a new one. Did you not wonder why I had you and your brother taken from the island?"

"I was curious," I responded, "but why take me and Raph? You know Mikey's your match. Why are you even having this conversation with me?" My brain stuttered over this new information. If all Morris was after was another bone marrow sample, why didn't he have Mikey cuffed right here next to me? He knew Mikey was a match; he hadn't had a chance to test the rest of us. Taking Raph and me was a gamble because there was no guarantee that we were a match for our parents.

"My Donatello and I thought you were the smart one," Morris shook his head, giving me a reproachful look. "I tried for all four of you. I'm afraid you and Raphael were the only two my team managed to recover."

That confirmed the suspicion that had been niggling at the back of my mind. I had been pretty sure that Leo and Mikey had gotten away, but up until now I couldn't be one hundred percent positive.

"So what?" I asked. "You're just going to hope that one of us is a match?"

"Yes, that is my plan," he answered. "And if you're not, well, you'll make good bait then, won't you?"

I jumped to my feet as the door opened, but slumped back down as Don was thrown unceremoniously inside, followed immediately by the closing door. Grumbling, he untangled himself, taking the time to loop his still newly-bound wrists under his legs, bringing his arms around in front of him.

He sat up and looked around the small space they'd dumped us in. There was a bed; a tiny, grimy window; and a set of pipes running down one wall. I was currently cuffed to them, but that wouldn't last for long; I'd nearly chewed through my bonds.

"You ok, Donny?" I asked. He looked fine, but it never hurt to ask, especially where mad scientists were concerned.

He nodded, "Yeah, yeah, I'm good. They're not going to try torturing us for information just yet." He said this with a half smile; his mind seemingly occupied somewhere else. He started gnawing absently on the plastic cuffs.

I decided to ignore him for the time being. When Donny got a problem caught up in his head, he was impossible to talk to. He'd answer you all right, but you could never tell if the question had registered or not. He could give you a completely straight answer, but then never remember you asking him in the first place.

I finished freeing myself from the pipes and rubbed my aching wrists. I straightened up and stretched, locking my hands together and pushing up toward the ceiling. My back cracked in several places, and I let loose a contented sigh. Time for a little exploration.

And a little exploration it turned out to be. The room was barely nine by nine, and aside from the bed, completely bare. The bed was a simple metal frame, bolted to the floor. It had a thin, foamy mattress, with several large brown spots, and a steel gray woolen blanket. The window could be nixed as a potential escape route. I could maybe fit one leg through there, and that was if I squeezed. Not even Mikey, our resident contortionist, could fit though it.

By the time I finished my inspection, Don seemed to have come out of his big brain coma. He'd nearly gotten his cuffs off, too.

"So what's the scoop?" I asked. I was curious as to why Dr. Morris had gone through all the trouble of lifting us from the island. Why were we so important to him?

"He's back on that thing with our parents again," Donny replied. "They lost Mikey's bone marrow in the explosion and now they need some more."

A shot of excitement coursed through me, "Do they have Mikey? Is he here too?"

Don shook his head, "No, Morris said we're the only two he caught. That means Mike and Leo got away."

That was both a relief and a disappointment. At least if Mikey and Leo had been here, we all could have escaped together. The way it was now, we didn't know what had happened to them. They were free from Dr. Morris, but there were a lot of alternative scenarios that could be just as bad, if not worse.

"Did he say what he wanted with our parents?"

Donny held up his fingers, miming air quotes, "He wants to 'reunite us with them,' or something equally idiotic that he thinks we'll believe."

"So, in other words, we don't know."

Donny nodded, "But we're going to find out."

Fin! For the moment anyway. Once again I would like to apologize, both for the tardiness of this update and for possible future tardiness with subsequent updates. I hope you have enjoyed the story thus far. Review!