Donatello somehow managed to make it to his feet despite the intense dizziness that threatened to force him back down. He didn't bother to put on his 'Game Face' as Michelangelo named it. He had a plan, but in order to make it work, he had to make it look convincing and that would take time.

Donatello gave a half hearted glare to the people entering the room. Bree was shoved inside but was followed in by a guard, the same one that dislocated his shoulder.

The guard walked up to him with an obviously fake sympathetic look, "How's the shoulder buddy? Need somthinin' for the pain?" He said mockingly.

Donatello kept his mouth shut, but narrowed his eyes slightly.

The guard chuckled at the turtles' belligerent, but non-violent response, "Looks like the freak is finally learning his place!" He laughs a little more before turning and leaving the room.

The moment the lights cut out, Bree let out a frustrated grunt, "Not again! Why do they keep doing this?"

"To keep us mentally unbalanced most likely."

A quick intake of breath told Donatello that she was wasn't really expecting an answer and his sudden response startled her.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. Again."

"N-No…it's okay. I'm just…um-"

Donatello mentally chuckled at her fumbling for words.

"You're still getting used to the fact that you're being held captive by crazy, rouge governmental official who wants to use you in an insane experiment, that your fellow captive is not human and you are still trying to wrap your mind around how that's even possible? Am I close?"

A beat of silence followed Donatello's speech before he heard Bree's light chuckle,

"You got it exactly!"

The humor quickly died out as another stretch of silence hung between the two.

Donatello was the first to break it this time.

"Um, Bree? I know that you have a lot of questions and you are still unsure about me, but I could really use your help, if you're willing. I need to set my shoulder and I don't think I can do it by myself." The pain he was in was evident in his voice, though he tried his best to mask it.

Bree paused only for a moment. She asked herself one question, 'Would I be this hesitant if he were human?' Her answer was no. If he were human she wouldn't be this uncertain about offering him aid. But should that matter? Bree decided to go with her gut, which has never really steered her wrong before.

"Sure I'll help, but I only know a little basic first aid." Bree admitted.

"That's okay, I'll talk you through it."

Bree heard the relief in his voice, though she could tell that he was still in a lot of pain.

"I'm coming over to you." Donatello stated.

Bree was glad that he was talking as he was moving or else she never would have heard him. She complied when he asked her to hold out her hand and he guided it to his injured arm.

"Ok, now you are going to take my arm and very slowly straighten it out so it's at a 90 degree angle to my body. Can you do that?"

Bree nodded her head but then remembered that he couldn't see her, "Yeah, I got it."

Bree took Donatello's arm at the wrist and elbow. His skin felt rough, kind of like leather but not quite, and it felt cooler to the touch than she thought it would. Donatello braced himself and concentrated on his breathing as Bree maneuvered his arm into the right position.

"OK, now what?" She asked as she pushed all the thoughts and questions she had going through her head.

"Now you have to take a firm grip on my arm and pull as hard as you can and don't stop until you hear it pop back in the socket. You are going to have to pull hard and I'll help as much as I can."

"Okay." Bree said as she adjusted her grip and stance. "I'm ready."

Donatello took a deep breath. Bree wasn't strong enough to pull on his arm by herself so he was going to have to pull in the opposite direction.

'This is going to hurt like shell!'

"Right, on three okay?"

"Okay."

"One…two…THREE."

Bree pulled as hard as she could and felt that Donatello was also pulling and before long she heard a sickening…CRACK

Donatello was panting like he had just run a marathon.

"Donatello? Are you ok?"

It took the purple masked turtle a minute to recover. The pain had been very intense and then, all of a sudden, it died down to a dull throb.

"Y-yeah, I'm good Bree, thanks."

After a few moments of fighting the nausea and dizziness, Donatello carefully removed both of his wrist wraps and fashioned a make-shift sling to keep his shoulder stable. Once finished, he sat down and suggested to Bree that she do the same. She obliged without a fuss.

"So…" Donatello began after taking a deep, calming breath, "Here's the deal. Go ahead and ask your questions, but please understand that there are some things I can't tell you about."

'Because I have no doubt Bishop is monitoring us somehow.' He didn't voice his thoughts because he didn't want to frighten Bree anymore. She has enough to deal with at the moment.

"Okay, I guess that's all I can ask for right? Um…okay, my first question is what are you? I know you look like a turtle-human hybrid but…" She let her question hang in the air because she didn't quite know how to finish it.

"This one I can answer for you." 'Because Bishop has analyzed our DNA and knows this already.' "I am, for the lack of a better definition, a mutant. Not like in the movies or comics per say," he added quickly because he knew that comparison was coming, "but I was exposed to a substance that radically altered my DNA into what I am now."

Bree processed what she had just heard, 'Huh, I figured that he was an alien. That seemed more probable than a mutant.'

"So what were you before, a human or turtle?"

Donatello pondered the risk of answering that question, you couldn't tell from looking at their DNA that they had started out as normal turtles, at least he couldn't, he didn't know if Bishop has been able to discern that information or not. They only knew because of Splinter telling them.

"I think I'm going to pass on that one for now." Donatello decided to play it safe.

"Okay…who taught you to fight? I don't know much about fighting styles but I don't think that amount of skill could be self taught."

That was the first thing Bree had noticed about her knew companion, after the green skin of course. The muscle on him reminded her of professional body builders, only more practical and less ridiculous looking.

His mouth stretched into a sad smile as the question had to do with his family. Bishop already knew about them so he answered freely,

"My father taught me and my brothers Ninjistu, so we could protect ourselves. He knew we would need it."

He knew her next question before she even asked it.

"Are they all like you?"

"My brothers are, yes, but my fathers' mutation was different. He looks more like a rat."

"So you have a family out there…I bet they miss you."

Donatello heard the sadness I her voice, "I'm sure yours does to."

"I'm sure they would, if I had one. I grew up a ward of the state, never knew my folks. I was bounced from home to home until I aged out. There's no one to notice or care that I'm missing."

'That has to be at least one reason that Bishop picked her.' Donatello realized.

"I'm sorry." It didn't seem like enough, or even the right thing to say, but he couldn't think of anything better.

IIIIIIIIII

It was because of a new technology gleaned from various alien encounters that he was able to watch and listen to his 'guests'. There were no cameras, no microphones. One wall in their cell was made up of a crystalline material that absorbed light, sound and heat, and then transfers it on a unique frequency that nothing on earth could pick up, except for one device.

Bishop was both delighted and disappointed at the same time. He was pleased that the subjects were 'bonding' as people called it, that was part of his plan, but he was hoping the turtle would divulge some new information. That's why he went through the trouble in developing this new spyware, but his terrapin friend was not cooperating.

'That turtle is too damn smart for his own good! No matter. He will give up his secrets eventually. When I have what I need from him for this current endeavor, I won't need him alive anymore. I'm sure I can…convince him to tell me everything!'

Bishop curled his mouth up in an evil smirk as he picked up his radio and pressed the button,

"Give our guests their rations." 'We don't want them to go hungry after all.' "Tomorrow, we begin Phase 3."

There was only a momentary pause before an affirmative to his order was given.

A/N: I really didn't want this to turn into a filler chapter, but...oh well. Next chapter will be extra exciting...I promise!