A/N: Another sad little oneshot I wrote. I had lots of feels while writing this. It's sort of based off the the "Say Something". I'm sure you've all heard it before. Listen to the song while reading if you want your eyes to explode with liquid. Enjoy my fic, and R&R! No flames, please! Comment and let me know if ya want a sequel or not! Enjoy! :)

*Say Something*

Pain like I've never felt before brings me back from unconsciousness, and I cough, dust swimming in and out of my lungs.

Everythin' hurts, and I feel somethin' heavy on top of me, pinnin' me to the cold concrete floor beneath my shell. When I finally open my eyes, I can barely see its so damn dark. Small beams of light are streaming in from cracks above me between pieces of rubble.

I'm trapped under wooden beams, red bricks, and chunks of concrete, but i notice there's an empty space around me. Luckily, a fallen beam prevented most of the rubble from falling on me, but managed to still trap me in the process.

But I ain't dead. Yet.

All of my bones creak as I finally shove the slab of concrete off of me gently enough so it doesn't cause any more rubble to fall.

My head stings, and I reach up with a bruised and cut up hand to feel my head, only to pull it back covered in blood. A lot of it.

What the shell happened?

I close my eyes and think back to the last thing I remember...

Me and Leo had gotten into a fight at the lair. Again. He had said somethin' to me about sneaking out at night. Or was it about training? I shake my head, realizing that the fight probably wasn't as big of a deal as I thought it was at the time if I couldn't even remembah WHY we was fightin' in the first place.

Anyways, I ran outta the lair in a huff like I always do after a fight, just to blow off steam. It was just suppose to be some harmless patrolling. Well, not harmless for the crooks, but ya know what I mean.

But it wasn't harmless. I ran into a group of Foot ninjas, and everything was fine at first. I was kicking butt like I was born to do. Quite enjoyin' myself, actually. But more and more kept coming, and I may be pretty tough, but I'm only one turtle.

I had to fall back.

I ran to an abandoned building for cover, and I was injured. By injured, I mean VERY injured, like the femur bone stickin' out of my upper thigh kind of injured.

Looking down at my legs, I still see the broken bone protruding through my flesh, but I can't feel it anymore. My entire leg is numb, and I know that it's a very bad sign. I lean my head back down and close my eyes, continuing my memory.

Okay, so I was in the abandoned building, and the Foot were outside lookin' for me. I had sat down and, as the adrenaline left me, I was starting to feel the full effect of my broken leg. The. Worst. Pain. Ever.
I knew I wouldn't be able to stand, let alone run. If the Foot caught me, that was it.

I was practically dead already.

A memory is scratching at my mind, and I suddenly remember somethin' important. Someone had snuck through the window to get to me.
It was Leo.

For the first time in history, Leo had come lookin' for me after our fight. Great timing.

At this point, my memory starts fading some. The severe break in my leg was excruciating, and I know I had been close to passing out as Fearless had knelt beside me, lecturing me one second for being such a hothead and reassuring me that everything was going to be okay the next.

Then, there had been a large explosion, and the ceiling caved in on us. I realize now that the Foot had put a bomb in the building, trying to kill me the easy way I guess.

Realization finally sets in for me that Leo had been caught in the collapse, too, and I feel my eyes widen.

I push myself onto my side and look around.

I see a lump to my left, half covered in rubble.

The lump isn't moving.

He's probably hurt pretty bad. I know I am.

I roll over onto my carapace and try to pull myself closer to the lump that I subconsciously know must be my brother. I get as close as I can before the pain in my arms becomes too much, and I have to stop, still a yard away from my brother.

I'm close enough that I can see his mask. Its blue fabric is stained purple from the blood soaked through it. I shudder. I don't feel tough anymore. I don't feel brave or strong.

I feel like a kid who needs his big brother.

"Fearless," I call, but my voice comes out as a whisper. My throat is dry from a mixture of dust and lack of use. "Hey, Leo?" There's still no reply, and he's not moving. I feel sickness well up in my throat as I look closer.
His chest isn't moving.

No. No, no, no, no, no. This can't happen to me. This can't happen to HIM. "Leo," I say a bit louder, "Leo?Leonardo?!" The face of the fearless leader is pale and emotionless, and his flesh is marred with bruises and cuts. I press my forehead to the cold and dusty ground, closing my eyes tightly in attempt to keep tears from leaking out. I feel like there's a knife stuck in my chest, and some cruel bastard is twistin' it.

Maybe he's still alive.

But he looks so...broke.

"Leo," I say, my voice so weak and wobbly, it sounds foreign to me, "Come on, Leo. Don't do this to me, man. Say somethin', bro."

He's dead, something in my head says, He's gone.

I shake my head. It's not true. He's just real hurt. Unconscious.

"Come on, man," I beg quietly, "Stop...stop messin' with me. I-I swear I'll do whatevah you say from now on. I'll be a better person, Leo, but ya gotta stop playin' with me."

No reply.

"This ain't funny, Fearless." A sob breaks through my voice. "Stop."

I'm feeling so small. I grit my teeth as I face reality. He really is gone, ain't he?

Dead.

Dead, dead, dead.

"I'm sorry, Leo," I say quietly, trying to pull myself closer to him again, "I'm sorry I couldn't get to ya. I'm sorry you had to chase me down, and I'm sorry I always fight with ya. I shoulda just respected you as leader like ya wanted me to. I woulda followed you anywhere, Fearless. Ya know that, right?" I stare at the battered and bloody body of my only big brother. I feel a tear roll down my cheek, leaving a trail through the dust that coats my face. It was only a day ago we was laughing and running across rooftops. We was playing Ninja Tag against Don and Mike. He had been so happy.

How can someone who looked so happy once look like this now?

"I won't be a hotheaded bastard anymore, Leo," I choke out between sobs, "I won't be so prideful. I'll do anything, Leo just..." I feel my chest shaking as the sobs grow deeper, "...just don't leave me." Forgetting the pain in my arms, I pull myself with all my strength until I can reach Leo. I lay my head on his chest and sob again. I completely forget the fact that I'm supposed to be the strong one. The brave one.

My brother is dead. What's the use in pretending anymore?

"I love ya, bro," I say, closing my eyes and feeling tears drip off my face and onto his carapace, "Say something, Leo. Please just...say something..." Shock, pain, and loss of blood are sneaking up on me as I feel myself sliding into a blackness deeper than I have ever seen or felt before. Am I passing out again, or is this what it feels like to die?

Honestly, I don't care. I'm tired, and I let myself slowly pass out, but right before I do, I feel something strange. Something moving against the side of my face.

Before I'm completely unconscious, I realize what it is.

Leonardo's chest is moving.

My brother is alive.

*The End*