Summary: Someone has found them. He's not like other enemies they've face before. He has the backing of the government behind him. As teenagers, they weren't aware of their surroundings, now they they're mending a broken brother and trying to find the other one.

Warning: mentions blood, some violence, and cussing

Word Count: 1972

Disclaimer: I don't own them – I've just dreamed of owning them

A/N: Hey y'all! This is my first fic to this community. When I was younger, I wrote for the 2003 version of the TMNT group. Now that the 2018 version came out, I've fallen in love again. They might be a little out of character – I'm still getting into their new attitudes, but hopefully have done them justice. Enjoy, and let me know if I need to update anything! I also posted this on Archive of Our Own under DetectiveSarcasm - I'm trying my hand on that site as well.

There was something not right with tonight. The wind blew a different way, the feeling in the rooftop air was static with tension, and his metaphorical hair on the back of his neck was on edge. Except Leo wasn't one to bring the group down if anything he was the hype man – face man, whatever that meant. He followed Raph's lead, his older brother knew best anyway. If there was something truly wrong, then Raph would say something – he was the leader, older brother, so he should know…

Mike laughed, his hands flying in the air as Raph made another jump across the rooftop. Okay, Leo thought, maybe they weren't paying attention. That's totally fine, they probably wouldn't feel different anyway.

Donnie flew higher, his finger lifting slightly to grab the three's attention, "T-minus 72 seconds my brethren."

Everyone cheered, pizza night - like every night.

Dammit, he scratched the back of his neck feeling eyes bore into his plastron. He didn't want to look back - Leonardo glanced back. Out of every moon shadow, there was – one stood out the most. He held his breath – okay some people knew about them, but they don't hide. "Hey guys," Leo spoke up, his voice tentative. He didn't want to ruin their night, but he had to be safe.

Raphael glanced back, Mikey still on his shoulders. They all gave him a somber look, one that held confusion, but Leo could sense an ounce of annoyance. "What's up Leo?" Raph titled his head slightly.

Okay, how would he say this? I think someone is watching us? I don't know how – maybe I don't, but it feels like it – oh and there's this shadow. Now he really sounded crazy. He turned around, his hand returning to the back of his neck. "I think we're being followed." Leo waited.

A swirl of machinery and a second later, Donnie lifted his glasses up. "Nothing this way," Don lifted his shoulders and shrugged, "Maybe you're going delusional."

"I wouldn't say that," a voice sang from behind them all. They each turned, Don took out his bō staff, each other brother took out their weapons – Leon however, sighed and lackadaisically placed his hand on his sword.

"Oh c'mon," Leo heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes at the three teenagers in front of him. "I didn't want to right."

Donnie pointed his bō at the three opposing enemies, "Purple Dragons – I knew you would come to steal my tech again."

The kid with the glasses looked betrayed as he gasped, Leo didn't know who they were – but apparently, Donald knew them. The only girl seemed to be the frontrunner and she scoffed, turning her head slightly. "You wish, Othello Von Ryan."

"Weird name," Leo whispered slightly, shrugging in the background.

"We came for those nifty weapons these turtles have," she pointed to Michael, Raph, and Leo. "Your tech is so last year."

Donnie gasped and clung to his bō, "How dare you!"

"How do you know these guys D?" Raph grabbed a hold on Mikey from his back and placed him on the ground. "They like your rivals or something?"

"They wish," Don turned his head and pouted, "they're just some high school tech wannabes. The only redeeming quality is their fashion."

Leo and his brothers shared an expounding oh of recognizing. The female signed and pushed her hair behind her ear. "Ignoring that. Othello – "

Mikey raised his hand, "You know his name isn't Othello Von Ryan, right? Its Donnie" Mike looked down at his fingers and started counting, "Donatello, Don, D, Donald, or my favorite – Purple Rain."

"Ignoring that as well," she whispered.

The small lengthy kid scratched his head, "Are you all related? This is very confusing to account for the fact that Othello is practically Brainiac."

"They look to be related, seeming as to how there are the only four bipedal turtles," the larger man mentioned softly.

"We are here," she said, throwing her hands in the air as she growled again. "Here, for those weapons – hands them over."

A laugh escaped his throat, "You three are funny. I'm surprised your friends with Donald." Leo took out his Ōdachi and leaned on it, pointing at the three. "So…you guys from Jersey?"

The girl sighed and ran a hand down her face, "I swear –"she quickly dug into her pockets and fished out a very cartoonish remote. Surrounded by purple, she pressed on the only large red button on the remote with a fiendish laugh. From behind them, they could hear the whirl of machines. Then, once again, Leo's stomach sank.

His brothers turned to focus on the flying machinery behind them, but Leo knew to end this quickly and get back to their pizza plans, he had to end it quickly. Raphael and Michelangelo threw themselves at the machines. Leo shot forward, his sword already raised and ready to attack the leader. She shot back with a laugh and ducked out of the way, throwing her remote in her pocket before taking off to the sky.

Leo quickly glanced back, noticing those machines now held a humanoid shape. The bust was in the shape of a briefcase, but lengthy arms shot out, blasters attached to both limbs. Raph and Mikey ducked behind cover on the rooftops and Leo sighed. "Donnie!" He shouted and found his brother quickly running towards the girl that was flying higher. The back of his battle shell quickly unfolded into, what Leo could only describe, flying saucers. He shouted his brother's name again, and Don nodded in response. They knew what the plan was, call it twin telepathy. Quickly, Donnie shot forward, a rocket forming from his bō and he wound up for a hit. Leo, in turn, jumped past the two other nerds and took slashed through the air. Static shifted in the air, and a blue portal sparked to light. He jumped forward, throwing two fingers at the nerds as he disappeared through the portal. In a split second he was behind the girl, and in the next – Leo was above her, shouting loudly with a bubble of laughter.

Falling from up high, Leo watched as brother took a swing at the girl, missing slightly. Yet, he did what he intended to, taking her off course, she stumbled slightly in her assent and forgot about the red-eared slider falling towards her.

Leo fell directly on the target and forced them both towards the rooftop. Leo reached down, as they both squabbled, and reached into her jacket pocket. "Holy shell," Leo yelled, directing his message to his brother, "These jackets aren't only stylish, but soft as shit!"

Don looked slightly annoyed at the comment and began typing on his wrist. "I believe fecal matter isn't soft, Leon."

Leo rolled his eyes and ignored the comment, he was busy at the moment. The girl - which after this, Leo should really exchange pleasantries and stop calling her 'the girl' - pushed upward, knocking into Leo's chin and making him bite his tongue. Stifling a curse, Leo felt his balance waver as he tipped back slightly. "Just," Leo spat out, "give me the remote!"

"Then you give me your sword!" She kicked backward, catching one of Leo's feet, and the red-eared slider tipped back. He fell backward, his shell falling away from his only source of stabilization, and Leo let out a scream. He was roughly 20 feet in the air at this point and scrambled for his Ōdachi. Only, the girl made it to his back before he could.

It was a mere second before he stopped falling, noticing her fingers lacing around his wrist. Leo sighed in relief, his heart pounding in his ears. "Oh, thank shell," he laughed nervously.

She looked down, on one hand, was his Ōdachi, in the other, was Leo. "I wouldn't thank your shell just yet, turtle." As she looked up, a smile crept to the corner of her lips, "Oh Othello Von Ryan!" Donnie looked up, his devices that were helping his other brothers, halted slightly. "How fast do you think you can fly?" A harsh kick was delivered to his chest and Leo dropped.

The wind was pushed out of his lungs as he tried to regain control over his decent. He saw Donnie from the corner of his eye, lunging quickly to Leo. He could his other brothers yell in unison as Leo fell past the rooftop edge.

Time slowed.

His stomach slipped to his throat as he saw Donnie focusing intently on his brother, and the girl raising something towards Donnie. In a second, Donatello had full control, in the next instant, one of his wings sparked and sputtered as she shot down his wing. Don yelled, hand still reaching out of Leo before it went dark.

Donatello didn't want tonight to exist. It was supposed to be a fun pizza night. Every night was supposed to be a fun pizza night. Yet, instead, he watched as his brother fell from his grasp, hitting a fire escape before slamming shell first into the concrete below. Don couldn't even pause to think about the odd coloring coming from his brothers back before he crashed into the building.

He could feel his battle shell divot in, his meticulous machinery crushed under something so simple. Then a second later, he fell downwards towards a sharp piece of metal jutting out of the trash. He forced himself to the side, hoping to avoid any more damage. However, it was too late. The metal pushed its way past the protective barrier of his battle shell, and into his back.

Donatello screamed. Sheer white-hot pain shot through his whole system. Tears sprang to his eyes as he collided with the ground for a final second and the lights behind his eyes began to flicker.

He started breathing rapidly between his teeth, tears slipped past his tightly closed eyes. "Stay awake," he whispered to himself. Don opened his eyes, crying out again – he wanted his dad – his brothers. Leo…

Don looked side to side. After a moment of wonder, Donnie finally made out the form of his brother – why was it so dark? He could see the outline of Leo, still and motionless. A dark pool came from Leo's shoulder and head. Don may have been a scientist, but he read enough doctor and vet books to know that blood from the head was a major injury. He had to look away for a second, pull himself together, and move.

He could hear his brothers shouting, above the NYC noise and blood pumping in his ears, he could hear his and Leo's name being called.

Don picked up his breathing, he needed to move now – or who knows what would happen to Leo.

Suddenly behind his rapid thoughts and fear, Donnie heard a low voice. "That's one way to get a specimen." He looked sharply to Leo, and from the corner of his eyes, he could see a dark form. "I would say it is a bit unethical, however." A man's face covered by the mask of shadows, knelt down. His black and white suit dipped next to Leo and human fingers pushed against his throat.

Dots danced in his vision, as Donnie let an aggressive growl leave his throat, "Get away from him." His throat felt dry as he spoke, but saliva slipped from the corner of his mouth.

The human, clicking his black shades together and tapped his hand on Leo's chest plate. "It's good to know you four know how to talk." He seemed to stand, and once again slipped further into the shadows. "You, purple one, should rest before I return." His black shoes clicked, "The government will want further specimen."

Donatello screamed as the man took his brother away.