A/N-
Someone complained that my first fic, Raphael's Wish, didn't feature enough of our favorite turtle in purple, Donatello, so I've decided to do a Don-centric fic. (Sorry, Donnie) :)
Donnie: Yeah, thanks a lot, reviewers. See what you've done?! Now she's going to pick on me like she did in Sylvia's Shadow!
Mikell: Don't worry, Don, all my stories have happy endings. Remember, you got a kiss from Sylvia!
Donnie: *blushing* I told Leo to keep his mouth shut about that! Besides, it's not the happy ending I'm worried about. It's the beginnings and the middles you have planned!
Mikell: *edges away from angry turtle with the big stick* See, this is why I took your bo away right at the beginning, so you can't hit me with it!
Donnie: WHAT?! You took my BO?!!
Mikell *ducking behind something solid* ... Umm yeah. So, on with the story!
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Prologue
The first sensation Donatello registered was a pounding ache in his head. He tried turning, and wished he hadn't. Everything whirled and spun, threatening to upset the delicate balance of his digestive system. Only knowing how explosive the pain in his head would be if he actually vomited kept his gag reflex under control. Concussion, he thought bitterly. He groaned inwardly, wondering how on earth he'd gotten knocked out.
Slowly, his sense of self returned. He conducted a mental inventory. Nothing broken. I'm lying on my back… He moved his fingers, but instead of the gritty surface of a rooftop, he felt a rough-soft surface… carpet?
Oh shell.
It took all his discipline not to sit up and look around immediately. He knew sudden movement would prove disastrous to his efforts to control the nausea. Very slowly, still keeping his eyes closed, he shifted his weight to roll to his side. The whirling in his head was less this time, but he found he could not turn. He was… fastened, somehow to the floor.
Oh, no. No… this can't be happening. Who is it this time? The Shredder? Stockman? Sweat beaded on his forehead, and slid coldly down his neck. Where am I? Where are the others? And how am I going to get out of here?
A/N: Sorry for the short beginning, dear readers. I'm posting chapter 1 now as well, so the next installment you get will be a nice long dose of Don. The first few chaps of what's going on with the guys are rather short, but they'll get longer as the action and the mystery heat up.
*glances over her shoulder* Ok got to run. I think Don might be a little upset with me. Geesh, and I thought Raphael had a temper!