I own nothing. I'm still working on the last chapter of my first story "Sometimes its to late to say I'm Sorry" but this story wouldn't leave me alone, so I had to get this published... Please review :)

This is an updated version, a friend noticed a few mistakes that needed correcting...

Leo has been in the dojo mediating for several hours. I wonder if he wants dinner? Mikey thought as he put the finishing touches on the meal.

Mikey walked towards the dojo, when he looked in he could see his oldest brother still sitting in the lotus position mediating.

"Hey Leo you want dinner?" Mikey shouted from the door way but got no response from his older brother.

Walking towards him, Mikey knelt down in front of Leo and tried again.

"Hey bro, snap out of it. Do you want to eat or not?" Mikey asked but still Leo didn't move.

Mikey got a mischievous idea in his head. Reaching up to his brothers head he quickly rapped his knuckles on Leo's skull…

"Hello? Any one home? Earth to Leo!" Mikey called while trying to suppress his laughter at the same time but even this little joke got no reaction from the sword wielding turtle.

Getting annoyed Mikey reached out and grasped Leo's right shoulder and gently shook his brother hard.

"Leo... come on, answer me!" Mikey pleaded as he shook his blue clad brother harder by the shoulder but to no avail.

Then Mikey realized Leo felt much colder than he should be. When Mikey look closer he couldn't tell if Leo was actually breathing or not. Concern flooded the orange clad turtle and he lightly laid one of his hands on Leo's plastron. Hoping to feel the reassuring gentle rise and fall of his brothers breaths. But his hand never felt the slightest movement from Leo.

"Don't you dare!" Mikey snarled fearfully. "Don't you dare do this to me, Leo!"

A tight knot filled with dread formed in Mikey's stomach as he picked up one of his brothers limp arms and searched the wrist for a pulse but his finger tips felt no reassuring thud underneath them.

"No! He can't be dead," cried Mikey defiantly. There was no way his brother could be dead, he refused to believe it. Even though a few tears crept to the corners of his sapphire eyes, despite his confidante thought.

Terror gripped Mikey's heart as he reached up and grasped Leo's throat. Splaying his fingers over it as he searched desperately for a pulse, the ripple of breath, anything at all to prove to him that he was wrong and his brother wasn't dead. But his finger tips never felt the gentle beating of a heart or the faint ripple of a breath. Everything was silent and still, his brother was gone.

"NO!" Mikey screamed in anguish at the top of his lungs. Falling backwards on his shell as raw grief consumed his heart and spirit.

Mikey's mind was reeling, he couldn't believe his big brother was dead. After everything they been through over the years. When they came so close to losing him in times past but didn't… How could he just up and die out of the blue?

Raph and Donnie came running into the dojo weapons drawn, when they heard the heart rendering cry full of grief and heartache. What Raph and Donnie saw as they went through the dojo doorway made their blood run cold and their hearts stop beating. Mikey was crying hysterically as he held on to an apparently lifeless Leo, holding his big brother tightly to his chest, while he murmured incoherent words over and over.

"What the shell is going on here," Raph demanded anxiously as he replaced his sais on his belt. Seeing their wasn't any immediate threat in the area.

"Leo's… DEAD!" Mikey wailed in between sobs, hiccuping slightly. With this horrific announcement Mikey broke down further. Crying even harder, if that was even possible.

"WHAT!" Don and Raph shouted at the same time.

Donnie shoved Mikey firmly out of the way as he quickly checked Leo's vitals. After a few frantic seconds Donnie's hand fell limply at his side as he slowly sank to the ground next to his eldest brother. Donnie's eyes flickered closed briefly with the sudden unexpected pain of loss.

"Mikey's right," Donnie choked out the last part heart brokenly, "Leo's dead."

"Well do something," Raph growled.

"Do What!" Don snapped back, glaring at his red clad brother.

"Can't you do CPR or something," Raph snarled. Looking at Donnie like it should have been obvious.

"It wouldn't do any good it's been too long," Donnie tried to explain patiently without trying to further lose his temper with his brother.

"His body is already starting to cool," Donnie continued sadly. Looking down at his deceased brother, wondering what took him from them so young, he was only 21. Way too young to die instantaneously for no apparent reason.

Reaching over Donnie drew a still weeping Mikey into fierce hug, as his own tears joined his baby brother's. They held on to each other tightly, their heads nestled in the crook of each others' shoulders, as they wept next to their fallen brother. The two youngest turtles felt another set of arms wrap protectively around their shoulders as Raph joined in the group hug.