AUTHOR'S NOTE- Well its been awhile since I've visited this archive. But with the lure of a new series, and new movie I couldn't possibly stay away! However I couldn't help but notice for some of the newer fanfics, the authors hardly ever specify which series they're writing for, 2012, or 2003. As a fan of both I find the clarification very important so I'll just say it now this is written for the 2012 universe. Which is a great opportunity because its a new series with the same stupid but oh so lovable premise! With that being said hope you all enjoy!

DISCLAIMER- Nickelodeon not I owns TMNT...Are we still doing these btw?

I was slower today than usual, and they weren't giving me any breaks.

We shouldn't have even gone on patrol tonight. It had been raining all week, and tonight seemed to be the big finale. I could hardly see the next building in front of me, much less my three brothers soaring through the rooftops with either enough confidence that they wouldn't slip, or enough apathy not to care. Either way I was cold, tired, and not looking forward to the grief Leo would give me for being so slow.

Mickey on the other hand, couldn't be happier as he performed yet another mid air flip with a loud cheer, despite the glares he received from Leo. Raphael came up behind him and lightly smacked him on the forehead.

"Hey Mr. Stealth, last one home is a dead sewer rat!" he challenged and speed ahead.

"Cute Raph, but I'm not giving you another five minute head start just so you don't throw a tantrum when I beat you again." he smirked and charged after him.

A groan escaped my mouth. I could usually tell once we started whether these training runs will go well for me or not. On a good day I'd be right up there with my brothers, imagining myself flying, and with enough energy to do the advanced acrobatics with Mikey. On a bad day me feet would start to hurt after the second mile, and by the tenth I would panting to keep within seconds of them. Today was a terrible day. On the first mile I lost my breath, and everything was throbbing by the third.

"Forget keeping up with them, I'd be lucky just to make it." I muttered under my breath as I tried to force more speed into now numb limbs.

Within the next mile, Mikey and Raph were completely out of sight, and I knew Leo had slowed down just to make sure I wasn't completely alone.

Finally he paused on a rooftop close by and waited. I didn't know whether to feel thankful or irritated. I never was the fastest of my brothers, but I certainly never lagged behind like today either.

When I could finally make out his whole figure, he was standing stiff with his arms crossed and glaring. Yep, definitely not feeling thankful.

"Donnie what's up? You're never this slow on training run."

Deep down I knew he was right, but I was far too tired and frustrated to admit it.

"Hey," I panted, trying my best to convey my annoyance, "Give me a break okay? I was up all night working on that retro mutantagne for Karai, plus its practically a monsoon out here! If we keep sprinting like this we'e gonna slip and plummet down a building!"

Leo raised an eyebrow, he was never one for excuses, "Donnie we've gone on training runs in weather a lot worse than this and as a ninja time management should always..."

I groaned again and rolled my eyes. Leo never missed an opportunity to be Splinter Junior.

"Okay, okay!" I interrupted, "If I speed up will you stop!"

I didn't even wait for an answer and ran ahead, anger being my new energy.

Anger, however, seemed to work as any other energy stimulant that night, giving me a great boost initially, but wearing me down just as much. This of course just only me even more frustrated. But instead of going faster I got clumsier, scrapping my feet on next to every landing I made on the buildings' edges.

Finally the neon signs of Mikey's favorite pizza place came into view and knew I was only a mile away.

Leo wasn't anywhere in sight now either. He must have past me some distance back.

Okay, they probably got back like ten minutes ago, and they're definitely gonna be on my shell about this for the rest of the night. But they don't have very long attention spans, if I bypass them as much as possible tonight they'll forget about it in the morning.

The thought almost gave me comfort, until I felt the top of my foot slam into the hard, concrete ledge of the building I was preparing to jump. Shocked and slow I didn't even have a chance to catch myself as I toppled off the building.

Falling face first, I resisted the urge to scream and whipped out my staff to try and catch it on one of the ladders for the fire escape. It banged against the dull black metal, almost catching for a couple of seconds, but then succumbing to gravity once again.

Desperate, I flung my body as close to the sides of the building to try and catch some kind of grip. I only however managed to get my leg impaled into a rusted piece of railing sticking out from the side. But by that time I had gained too much speed from the fall and the railing tore deep into my skin before I plummeted to the ground.

I felt the concrete slam into my thigh and a white hot pain sprang up my legs. I threw my hands over my mouth to muffle a scream of agony.

My whole body was shaking violently, my head throbbed and my thigh was burning like wild fire.

Too shaky to move and too pained to even think, I curled myself into as tight a ball as I could, for both camouflage and some form of fake comfort.

I stayed like that for a few seconds trying to slow my panting into long deep breaths. I couldn't do anything about the tears of pain dripping from my eyes.

I looked up, it was a good six story drop, so relatively speaking I was lucky. I felt anything but though as I imagined the ridicule being twice as bad when the guys had to come find me and carry me home. I'll never hear the end of it from Leo.

The sudden sting of my leg put that in the last of my priorities however as I realized I got cut so badly it managed to hurt more than a broken hip. The skin was torn straight off and I didn't doubt that the railing left some rusty residue. My leg was already soaked in blood, the cut was deep. The trip back home in flooded sewer water will most likely infect it, at the very least I'll have a good scar for months.

"Donnie!" a voice came from around the corner.

"Mikey!" I cried as loud as I could muster with my shaky voice, "I'm over here."

Forgetting my initial embarrassment, I could have cried in relief. Sure I was in for a tough night, but at least at home it was warm, and supplied tons of pain medication.

"Donnie I need you bro." he cried, his voice sounded more scared than mine.

My heart skipped a beat, "I'm coming Mikey hold on!" I cried feeling around for my staff.

Miraculously still in one piece, I put all my weight onto it and hoisted myself up. The pain nearly made me vomit but I sucked it up.

"Mikey," I whimpered, "I'm almost there, just one more second."

Using my staff as a crutch I hobbled around the ally as fast as I could. However it was too dark to see anything.

"Mikey, where are you?" I cried.

I only heard a grunt before a pole of cold metal slammed into my head and I collapsed into darkness.