A/N: I haven't decided if I will make this into a chapter fic or not, I guess it depends if enough people want it to be one. Enjoy!

Only in Pictures

His head throbbed and his eyes refused to open at his command at first, they felt so heavy. He couldn't help the small groan that escaped his lips. His body automatically tried to roll over into a more comfortable position than being on his back provided. He met resistance at his head and chest first, then at his wrists. His eyes shot open with ease at this revelation. He tried more earnestly to move, tried his arms, legs and feet but all proved to be completely immobile. He could now feel the restraints going over his forehead, chest, wrists, upper and lower legs and his ankles. He was truly stuck.

'Crap' He thought.

But he didn't have any more time to think about his situation because he heard the hiss of a door opening. His heart thudded in his chest and his breathed hitched when the face of his captor came into his view…

Donatello shot up in his bed, waking from his nightmare in a cold sweat. He had screamed, he was sure of it. He listened for the footsteps of his brothers, relieved when he heard nothing, he must not have screamed loud enough to wake them. He refused to tell his brothers what he dreamed about when they came to check on him in the aftermath of his nightmares and they didn't understand why. He hated lying to them, but they couldn't know. He told them of most things that happened to him, he couldn't keep everything to himself, but he left other things out. He could never tell them what really happened when he was captured nearly four years ago. That's why he was having more nightmares, the anniversary was approaching and he always had more of them around this time.

He looked at his clock; it read 4:30am. He would never get back to sleep and it wasn't worth just lying in bed. He had to be up in a couple hours anyway. He grabbed his mask and tied it into place as he made his way to his lab. There was only one thing that could ease his mind after his nightmares. After he made sure the door was locked, he logged onto his computer and hunted for the hidden folder. He opened it with a password he changed every week and opened the picture file. He smiled at the photo on his screen as another memory hit him.

"DONNIE!" She screamed, her voice laced with pain, "I-I can't, I can't do it."

Her fear was evident but he wouldn't allow her to give up,

"Yes you can Bree, come one, just one more!" He encouraged.

Sweat covered both their brows in nervousness, but Bree found new determination, and gave a final effort and pushed with all she had. A small cry filled the following silence.

Donatello cradled the new baby as he wrapped it up and smiled up at its mother,

"She's beautiful. It's a girl Bree!"

He handed the girl to her mother who was crying for joy now as she snuggled the new born.

"Welcome to the world Laney Dawn." Bree whispered.

The tears that escaped the purple banded turtles' eyes were bitter sweet as he gazed upon the brown, curly haired little girl smiling back at him from the computer screen. The picture only reaffirmed his conviction to never tell a soul what happened as a result of his horrible, terrible ordeal while in that madman's custody.

"Still refusing to cooperate I see. We will get that sample from you with or without your cooperation turtle!" He was losing his patience with his specimen and he proved it with a violent back hand to his captives face.

Donatello grunted from the pain, feeling the blood filling his mouth. He had no choice but to swallow it in order to talk,

"You're crazy if you think that I would ever give something to you freely." He glared at his captor with all the menace he could muster.

"Believe it or not Turtle, I was trying to spare you form the pain and embarrassment of such a procedure, but if you insist on continuing to be belligerent on the issue, so be it…"

The day went by as usual, practice followed by some down time. If the others noticed that Donatello's attention waivered slightly at times they didn't say anything. They knew what day it was as well as he did. Each turtle went their own ways after training until dinner time, when they always sat down together as a family for the meal.

"Hey guys," Michelangelo said in his usual cheerful manner, "April wants us to come over for a movie tonight. She's makin' her famous homemade pizza!"

They actually hadn't been to see the red head in a few weeks so all agreed to a late night movie and snack. Even Splinter agreed to join his sons. It has been even longer since he has been out of the lair. After dinner was finished they had a couple hours to kill before it was dark enough outside for them to make the trip to April's place.

It was the perfect opportunity for Donatello to sneak away. He grabbed his duffle bag and made for the front door of the lair. He didn't try to slip away unnoticed, that would only attract more attention if he was seen. So he wasn't surprised when a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned to see his blue masked brother,

"Where you headed Don?"

Donatello mentally sighed while keeping a neutral expression on his face, feeling only slightly irritated.

"Some of the cameras and sensors have been acting up lately. So I thought I'd check them out before heading to April's." It was true…to some extent.

There was one sensor that needed to be replaced but that would take him only 5 minutes, leaving him plenty of time before he was due at his friends.

Leonardo nodded, "Okay, do you want some company?"

"Not this time Leo, but thanks for the offer." Donatello smiled at his brother then turned and left the lair.

Lying to his family was getting easier which was good and bad for the purple banded turtle. He felt guilty every time and he wanted to tell him where he went on these solo excursions, but he just couldn't. They might find out one day, they were ninjas after all.

In no time he had finished replacing the sensor, the broken one was in his bag to be fixed later, and he was making his way to her house via the sewers. It was still light out and he was being extra cautious. He ran keeping a keen ear out for any sign of being followed, it has happened before. In a few miles he had made it to the manhole that was located in the alley right next to his destination.

Everything was quiet and no one was around as he came out of the sewers and onto the fire escape of the building. Five flights up and he lifted the unlocked window and crawled into the living room of her apartment.

He heard footsteps coming down the hall, two sets, one quickening into a run. She rounded the corner with her arms outstretched and jumped into his waiting arms, hugging with all her strength,

"I been waitin' a long, long, long time for you to come." She said in her sweet voice. He loved hearing her voice.

"I know sweat pea. I came as soon as I could." He replied, kissing her forehead then going back to hugging her.

"I missed you daddy."

He squeezed her a little harder, "I missed you too Laney."

A/N: I got the idea for this fic listening to the song, 'In Pictures' by Alabama. If you have not heard the song, I suggest you do. If I turn this into a chapter fic I plan on delving into the feeling this song provokes, at least in me. As always please let me know what you think!