A/N: Thanks to my wonderful beta readers Amonraphoenix and Darkunderworld for making a good idea even better :) And thanks to everyone who had read and reviewed thus far. I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

The room spun in a wild dizzying dance of glass and smoke. Leonardo groaned as he regained consciousness and managed to push himself up to his knees. He rubbed his head before looking up to find glass shards scattered across the floor of the warehouse he was in. His muddled mind tried to piece together why there was glass everywhere; then he remembered and his eyes widened in alarm. Leonardo scrambled to his feet and turned around. The smoking husk of a generator stood beside the skeletal remains of a glass container. But Leonardo wasn't concerned about the container, he was more concerned about what it had been holding.

Being mindful of the glass, Leonardo clambered over to what was left of the vacuum chamber and dropped down to his knees beside his far too still and motionless red-masked brother. Being extremely careful, Leonardo turned Raphael over on to his carapace and a small cry of dismay escaped his lips. A large shard of glass had embedded itself in Raphael's upper chest. Fortunately, the shard was acting as a plug that was keeping the wound from causing Raphael to bleed out. Leonardo put his fingers to Raphael's neck and was greeted by a faint and slow pulse; but at least there was still a pulse.

Leonardo dug around in his belt and pulled out the emergency bandages he always carried. With very shaky hands, he began to carefully wrap the grievous wound. Once, he had to stop and take a calming breath to steady himself. One wrong move and the glass could slip further into his brother's chest and cause even more damage, if not killing his brother outright.

Once the bandage was in place and Leonardo was sure that the shard wasn't going to move, he carefully picked Raphael up bridal style and slowly stood up. Raphael's head fell against Leonardo's quivering shoulder. The blue-masked leader held his brother closer to his chest as he made his way out of the warehouse. Once outside, he made his way towards the nearest manhole cover. With some difficulty, Leonardo lifted the cover off of the manhole and slid it away from the opening. Shifting Raphael in his arms so that the glass shard wouldn't get pushed further in, Leonardo began to slowly descend into the sewers. When he had reached the base of the ladder, he turned towards the lair; shifting Raphael in his arms, he marched as fast as he dared home.

The journey was still too slow for Leonardo's liking. He was going as fast as he could, but he still felt like he was crawling. His attention was brought down to his brother when Raphael let out a soft moan. Leonardo picked up the pace, his heart hammering in his chest from the faint sign of life from his wounded brother.

"Hang on, Raph," Leonardo told his brother. "Listen to me just this once, please hang on."

Raphael moaned again, this time a bit louder as he began to regain consciousness. Leonardo looked down at him.

"You hear me, Raph? We're almost to the lair, just hold on a bit longer," Leonardo pleaded with his brother.

"Can't," Raphael whimpered burying his face against Leonardo's chest as another wave of pain tore through him leaving him gasping.

"Yes you can, Raph. We're almost home," Leonardo promised.

Raphael's eyes flickered open and a faint smile touched his lips. "You're...a lot...nicer...than the others," he whispered hoarsely. His body shivered against Leonardo's chest as he slowly closed his eyes again. "Sorry…" was the last thing he whimpered before he went frighteningly still.

"Raph?" Leonardo asked giving his brother a light shake. "Raphael?"

Panic took over when he realized Raphael wasn't breathing.

The dark tunnels were pierced by a familiar, welcoming light, and Leonardo knew that home was just within reach. He hit the threshold of the lair at top speed and headed straight for the infirmary.

"Donnie!" Leonardo roared in anguish.

Donatello came running out of the infirmary. His eyes widened when he saw Raphael limp in Leonardo's arms. Without prompting, Leonardo ran into the infirmary and placed Raphael on the operating table.

Donatello set about trying to revive their fallen brother as Leonardo looked on in horror. The whine of the flat line filling the room...

Leonardo's eyes snapped opened and he found himself staring up at his bedroom ceiling breathing heavy. It was all a horrific nightmare. Leonardo sighed and closed his eyes again, but he knew he wasn't going to get back to sleep anytime soon. A chill shot down his spine at the memory of feeling Raphael go dead still in his arms. The knowledge that his brother had stopped breathing -even for a short period of time- put Leonardo on edge. However, he knew that Raphael was safe now.

Sighing again, Leonardo pushed back the blankets and climbed wearily out of bed. He walked out of his room, stifling a yawn behind his hand. A light shone through the darkness. Leonardo turned his head to see that the light was coming from Donatello's room. Wondering if his genius brother was still awake, Leonardo made his way over to Donatello's bedroom door and found it to be slightly ajar. He quietly pushed it open and peeked into the room. Donatello was at his computer, a thoughtful look on his face. Leonardo gently knocked on the door.

"Donnie?" he asked softly.

Donatello looked up from the computer screen. "Couldn't sleep either, huh?"

Leonardo stepped into the room and closed the door. Apparently he looked more tired than he thought.

"Keep having nightmares about losing Raph," Leonardo confessed quietly.

Donatello nodded in understanding. "I keep dreaming about how Raph got those injuries," he said. "And reading Travis' journal didn't help things."

"Sorry…" Leonardo apologized.

"Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm glad you gave me the journal," Donatello explained quickly. His face grew grim. "It's just...to know that someone was able...no, willing to use those methods on another living being..." He trailed off as he shook his head. "It's enough to make you sick."

"I know that feeling," Leonardo replied. He walked over to where Donatello was sitting. "So, do you think you have enough evidence to hand over to the police?" Leonardo asked hopefully.

Donatello turned back to the computer. "I have everything all neat and tidy and tied off with a bow," he said. He looked over his shoulder at his brother. "Travis is going away for a very long time."

"And we'll make sure he never gets parole," Leonardo vowed vituperatively.

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