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[A small, dark room greeted them upon awakening; the only light bled in as diluted moonlight from a small window about eight feet off the ground. The floor was concrete and dipped in the center toward a drainage grate; occasionally sewage trickled beneath it and made the room smell, but it wasn't anything its occupants weren't used to.

One shadowed figure was propped upright against a nearby wall, his wrists snapped in cuffs anchored to the brick with iron bolts and chains, just short enough to keep his arms above his head and unable to fully rest.

Another figure lay across the room, huddled in a corner and unmoving. The only sound was the plip plip of sewage and their ragged breathing.]

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[Wincing at the sting of the antiseptic, Mikey looks over at Leo tiredly, watching his brother for any sign of movement.]

If you're sorry you'll let us go.

[His stomach rolls and Mikey closes his eyes for a moment until it passes.]

Sorry kid, I can't. They'll kill me, drag you back and you'll be in the same problem before. Only I'll be dead. [When the wound is clean, he presses a fresh pad to the bump and tapes it firmly into place. Then he removes a cold pack from the kit, crunches it against the ground and rubs it back and forth before putting it to Mike's swelling cheek.] Here, hold this there.

[Taking the ice pack with numb fingers, Mikey presses it to his cheek and mumbles petulantly.]

My name's Michelangelo.

[Trying to clear his head, Mikey takes stock of his surroundings. The guy has a gun, he heard the safety click off earlier.

But his arms are free now, and maybe he can reach Leo. His arms are free, he's not pinned to the wall, and he's got a better chance of breaking free than he did just an hour ago.]

[When Mikey takes the pack he stands, gun still clutched in his right hand. He steps over Mikey and heads over to Leo's side, taking to a knee and hissing sympathetically through his teeth. When he gently rolls Leonardo over, he doesn't even groan. Derek presses his fingers to Leo's neck to check his pulse.]

[Testing his balance, Mikey pushes himself up to a sitting position. His head spins and his stomach lurches, but he grits his teeth, fighting it back.

Shit. His legs are chained. So much for more freedom. But Leo's out cold, and from the way the men were talking, they didn't even know Donnie and Raph existed. They couldn't count on a rescue, and Mikey is gonna have to try and keep a clear head if they want any chance of escape.

Pulling the ice pack away from his face, he looks over at Leo worriedly.]

Is he okay?

I dunno. [Derek pulls his hand back- hesitates, then reaches down and pries open one of Leo's eyes.]

I mean, shit, I did that male nursing thing for a while...dropped outta school though. His pulse is weird, so he might be in shock. S'not good. Or he might just be exhausted. Better than shock.

[Trembling harder at the thought of his big brother not Being Okay terrifies him, Mikey tries not to whimper. He needs Don. Don would know what to do, he could fix everything and make it all better.

But Donnie isn't here, it's just Mikey and he's hurt and overwhelmed and has no idea where he is.

What would Donnie do? Mikey wracks his brain, then speaks up.]

I'm thirsty.

I'll get you water and blankets. You gotta stay in here though. [Derek stands, dusts off his pants and goes to collect his supplies, shoving them into the first aid kid. He shakes it at Mike as he leaves.] Keep that press on your face or you're not gonna be able to chew anything for a while.

[Too tired to think up a witty comeback, Mikey waits for the man to leave before dragging himself across the floor to Leo. He can't quite reach, but it's close enough that he can stretch out and touch his face, feel for his pulse.

It's uneven and too shallow. He swallows hard.]

Leo ...

[It's not so much wakefulness as it is instinct and memory that makes Leo shift and whisper.]

Mikey...

[Mike's eyes widen and he grins for the first time since waking up here, pressing his hand to his big brother's cheek.]

Leo, hey. I'm here, bro.

[Leo's eyes flutter open -they find less resistance without his mask, but they close again a moment later. He's quiet for nearly half a minute, seemingly asleep, before he whispers again.]

Sorry.

[Blinking back tears of relief, Mikey scoffs and smiles.]

You should be, you really worried me there.

But you're gonna be okay, we'll get out of here.

[Ignoring the dizziness and nausea, he forces himself to be as okay as he can, for Leo. Leo needs him, he's gonna have to be the responsible brother for a while.]

[Leo's eyes slide open tiredly again and he examines Mike's face before reaching up and touching his brother's wrist. Then his hand drops to the ground, as if holding it aloft takes too much energy.]

You...need to go. Find help...get safe, and...if it's possible, come back for me later.

I'm not leaving you, bro.

[His voice is stern, and he glares stubbornly at Leo.]

I'll figure something out, we'll get out of here.

[Wincing at the pull against his jaw, he reluctantly lifts the icepack to his cheek.]

[Leo sighs, his eyes slide shut and he gives a small shake of his head.]

I can't move. ...I don't have anything left. You won't make it carrying me.

This isn't debatable, Leo.

We're busting out of here, together.

[Now that Mikey's got something to distract himself with, he makes use of his moment of clarity to look around the room. The hole in the floor is too small for either one of them to fit down, the window is high up and way too small. There's the door, but that guy keeps locking it behind him as he comes and goes.

Think, Michelangelo. Think.]

[Leo gives another sigh and feels as if his body could sink into the concrete if he tried hard enough. Already he feels numb, and recognizes it as shock settling into his limbs. He could go into cardiac arrest if he doesn't shake this condition soon, but that thought doesn't exactly help him calm down.

Leo runs through all the possible scenarios in his head. All of them end with Mike getting shot and killed because he's dead weight.] Mike... [he tries again, a little stronger this time. Then he pauses, brow furrowing as his brain finally catches up.]

...what're you doing down here?

[Blinking, Mike forgoes his planning and looks down at Leo.]

The new guy let me down. My legs are chained up, but I can move a bit more.

[See? That's something, right?

Right? ._.]

[Leo's eyes narrow and gain a little clarity, and he shifts again, trying to push himself up with little success.] New guy?

You killed the last guy.

[At least, that's what Derek said. Mike had been a little too out of it to notice at the time.]

Tell me about him.

[Keeping the icepack pressed to his cheek, Mike shifts a little to get more comfortable, the chains at his ankles rattling.]

His name's Derek, he said the last guy was a psycho and he was kinda glad you killed him. He's kinda twitchy, but he's not so bad for a captor.

[Dissension in the ranks. So the hostage route was useless. He's a nice person, but he'd have let them go already if he had plans to, unless he was waiting for Leo to wake up. Convincing him otherwise was doubtful, but not to be completely ruled out just yet.

They could try something else.]

...Mike. I have an idea.

You do?

[OH THANK GOD BECAUSE MIKE WAS REALLY NOT COMING UP WITH ANYTHING HERE.]

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