Author's note: So I finally got this up. This is the follow-up of my one-shot "Two Turtles; One Stone". Keep in mind that the one-shot can stand alone. This is written as if they survived...ish... (Mwahahahaha!). This means that they could have died as well! I may even make a follow-up where they DO die at the end of the one-shot! This is not meant as an actual sequel but a what-if! Though you don't have to read this after the on-shot, you might as well read the one-shot before you read this. You may not have to to understadn it though... I don't know... They will talk about it enough so you have a basic understanding about what happened in the one-shot... Now I know this is short, but it had to be this way. the next chapter is longer. this fic may be four-part. I don't know yet but it is starting to go as each turtle's primary POV (though still keeping with the third-person like the one-shot was. They're written in the same way.)

Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles & company. I just own the plot.

Pain was his strongest memory of his experience. Pain he wished to end. He remembered the all-consuming dark and the crushing weight pressing down on him. That was the worst of the pain he felt. Death was almost welcome after that.

When his tormenters were through with him, the chilly cold of the room was welcome. He couldn't feel anything anymore and he was content to just lie there. It was better than the pain he felt before. He could lose himself in that numbing cold and he found comfort in it.

The next thing he could recall was the warmth. He almost didn't notice it, but it helped to make him aware of the low murmur of a voice he thought he recognized. It helped to comfort him more than the lonely cold could ever do. He knew the voice cared about his welfare, but knowing this didn't help much against the alluring comfort of the dark corners of his mind. The Endless Sleep promised him freedom from any pain he would feel.

He slipped into it briefly and saw what it promised him. One glimpse and he almost couldn't come back. What's the point? Going back meant the pain would return. All that pain… It scared him. He didn't want to go back to that.

But then the warmth increased as a heavy weight fall on him. He didn't have the energy to move, but it brought him back enough to hear the hollow sounds he couldn't wrap his mind around and more voices. He knew these voices as well. The warmth disappeared for only a moment before an even warmer one took its place. It comforted him and he concentrated his mind on it so both the pain and the Black Sleep were both held at bay.

During all this, he wasn't aware of the passing of time. He didn't know how long it took all these things to take place. He didn't care really. It meant nothing to him and never will. With how close he came to death through all that, time was the last thing on his mind.

He didn't know when the consistency of the warmth changed, but this allowed him to focus more on the voices around him. He recognized all of them and he felt their worry. He didn't know how he knew he was safe, but that was the feeling that came over him as he listened to them. He had trouble focusing enough on the voices to get them clear enough so he could understand them. It was like trying to hold water as it slipped through his fingers. His mind wasn't ready for comprehension.

He didn't know how long it was before the voices died down. The silence reminded him vividly of the quiet cold and the All-Consuming Dark. He didn't like the silence at all. He needed the voices back. They kept him from falling away. He didn't know what scared him more: the pain or the Black Sleep. Even knowing that trying to get the voices back would bring the pain with it, he knew he had to try.

At the touch to his hand, he calmed slightly, but he still wanted to hear someone's comforting voice. The whisper he received helped guide him and pain greeted him with the force of a semi. He almost sank away from it if it wasn't for the whisper he could finally understand…

"…'s alright, my son," He heard, "You're going to be alright…" The voice sounded happy yet there was still a hint of sadness there.

"F…father…" He muttered weakly through his pain.

"Shh…" His father said as a furry finger touched his beak. "You have been out for some time now. You need rest." He opened his eyes a slit but his pain-filled haze made no difference in vision so he let them close again. He felt his father's furry hand rub the top of his head. The gesture was relaxing and helped take his mind off the pain.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, but the next time he became aware, the voices were back. One of them sounded annoyed about something and he wanted to know what. As he concentrated on it, the voices stopped abruptly. This disappointed him and he struggled to bring them back. He heard a whisper near him and he instantly followed it. When the pain came, he noticed it was less piercing then before. Through this, he found the voice.

"…Awake?" He heard. He tried to answer, but words wouldn't come to him yet. He felt a hand clasped his and he instantly closed his tightly around it.

"Ow," The voice said, "He's definitely awake!"

"Say sum'thin', bro," He heard another voice say.

"R…Raph…M…Mikey…" He said through his pain.

"We're here fer ya," He heard Raphael say.

"Where's…Leo?" He asked. There was a brief silence before he was answered.

"He hasn't regained consciousness yet," Master Splinter said.

"Wha…?" He asked as he opened his eyes to see his father.

"He's been out since we foundja two," Raphael said with a hint of worry underlying his voice.

"Donny?" Michelangelo asked, slowly, "Do you remember what happened to you?"

Donatello closed his eyes again, slowly shaking his head back and forth. He was glad he couldn't remember the details, but he wished he knew how Leonardo got involved. He was worried about his eldest brother. What did Leo do?