Okay Okay It has been way too long but I really couldn't find anything to write about and I'm sorry.

And I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one but when I read old fanfics and it just stops without an ending but just with a chapter that says: see you next chapter. And then this one isn't there even after 5 years? Well I can tell it sucks when the story is really good or catchy. (Not pepping my own story … but you get the point)

So I decided to end this one after all instead of just leaving it. The story was originally supposed to be a one-shot and I had already thought of the ending so I wanted to type that out anyways. And I'm sorry if it's a bit rushed.

And i'm sorry if anyone wanted to read the whole story but I just didn't know what to write. (Of course I had some ideas but I just couldn't write whole chapters about it with the whole memory loss etc.)

It had been 3 weeks now. Wounds healed and Mikey was finally able to walk around the lair himself. And even though he could, he didn't. He was scared the whole time and he kept himself locked in the room. Thinking and reading his old comic books. He really wanted to remember but he couldn't. And every time he wanted to remember his brothers he only saw Shredder's face.

Beaten him, hurting him, humiliating him. He just wanted to remember. He wanted the old Mikey back. His brothers had told him so many stories about who he was. He was innocent, careless, a jokester. He wanted to be him again. He wanted nothing more than to play around again. Spar with his brothers again, prank them again.

But somehow he couldn't remember anything. Instead he would lock himself up all day. Reading old diaries and comics, trying to remember who he was. Splinter suggested he would maybe remember who he was once he was confronted with the stuff from the past. Everything was stalled out in his room. His old mask, his nun chucks, old pictures but nothing helped.

He touched them so many times, looked at them, tried to remember something but he couldn't. The only thing that came up was the Shredder.

"Mikey?" A turtle with a purple bandana peeked around the door. Mikey frowned in frustration. How much he wanted to remember, every time he would forgot their names. Every day they would tell him again but he kept forgetting. Just like the rest of his past.

"it's me. Do you need anything?" He smiled slightly. The door opened something more and the purple one walked inside the room, slowly walking towards the bed where Mikey was laying on.

"I'm good" Mikey whispered and avoided the turtle's gaze. He didn't want to face it when he didn't know his name but he couldn't bare himself to ask. He wasn't allowed to ask any questions back with the Shredder.

They treated him nicely. He could have as many food as he wanted to, he could walk around freely, even though he didn't. Nobody hurt him or forced him to do something. He had a soft and warm bed. He could take showers whenever he wanted. But the most important thing, he had three amazing brothers who would comfort him.

There was one with the blue mask, he was the oldest as far as he could remember. He was the one with those 2 swords. There was a special name for it but he couldn't remember. He was sure it was told once but he didn't remember it any more.

The other one was one with a red mask. He was more angry. Much like the Shredder but unlike him the red masked would never hit him. How angry he would get he had never hit him. One time Mikey had felt in the living room and only the red masked one was around. He had badly scraped his knee because he strained himself too much.

He wasn't angry anymore and he had even helped him.

Then there was a purple masked one. He was the one who would check on him most of the time. Changing his bandages where necessary, bringing him food and telling stories about their past. He would always truly relax when he would tell the stories. But he would always end up crying because he felt so frustrated he couldn't remember.

"I'm going to take a look at your burn wounds, is that okay?" The purple turtle whispered almost soothingly and Mikey slowly nodded. Every touch would bring up memories again but he knew it had to be done so he allowed it. He flinched when Donnie touched the bandage around his wrist and slowly began to unwrap it.

"They are healing quite nicely but I have to cool it something more okay?" He asked again and again Mikey nodded. As if prepared the purple one showed him a cream specially designed for burn wounds. He slowly unscrewed the cap of the cream and applied it gently on the burn marks on his feet. Mikey hissed with every touch but kept silent apart from that.

"All done" The turtle whispered and gently rewrapped his legs.

"Can you… help me to the bathroom? I really have to go" Mikey whispered quietly and frowned again. He wanted to know the name so badly but he couldn't remember anything apart from the purple mask.

"Sure" The turtle said and gently lifted Mikey up. He stubbornly helped himself onto his feet and avoided the turtle's gaze. "I can carry you, you know?" The turtle offered but Mikey shrugged it off. He didn't want him carrying him. It scared him to have no control over himself. He could just drop him, or hurt him and there was nothing he could do.

Instead he used the turtle to lean onto and they walked outside the room. The purple one led him towards the stairs and he slowly helped him with taking the first step. Mikey growled slightly. They were going so slow. He hated this. He hated that the turtle had to help him so much. The purple one helped him with another step.

Mikey shrugged slightly and took the next step too soon, without the turtle's help. He yelped slightly when he felt his foot slip and he fell.

My son

Mikey

Michelangelo

Mikey

Everything was spinning around him and he hissed slightly. He forced his eyes to open and he slowly got to his feet. The purple turtle wasn't with him anymore. Neither was the rest of the family. He frowned slightly. He could've sworn he heard them.

"Can't catch me!" A voice exclaimed. A shiver went through Michelangelo's spine. It sounded so familiar. So… him. And when he looked around he saw 4 turtles. The blue one, the red one, the purple one and one with an orange one.

They were young, probably like 6 or 7 and it took him a few minutes to realize it was him, with his brothers. Before he was captured most likely. He unintentionally took a step towards the playing children. The three were running behind him and it looked like they wanted to catch him. However he was having fun. He was jumping and running. Laughing every time he would avoid one of his brothers.

"Mikey get yer shell over here" The angry one shouted but couldn't help himself and grinned watching his younger brother.

"How can… he.. be… so …fast" The blue one breathed out and stood there panting while Mikey was still running around the living room.

"I have… no idea" The purple one huffed, having a slightly better stamina than his 2 other brothers.

"I'm still waiting" Mikey laughed above them. With a big smile he waved to them, not noticing that the red one was approaching him. Michelangelo himself screamed but none of the small ones seemed to hear it and then the little red one jumped towards little Mikey. He landed on top of Mikey with a thud.

"Gotcha" He smirked.

"No you don't" He laughed and simply slipped under the turtle and jumped down and landed with a swift movement. He shrieked when the purple and the blue turtle came charging in on him and he jumped away. And while in the air Michelangelo could already see he wasn't going to end well. He landed hard on his knees and he fell to the ground.

"Mikey!" the blue one exclaimed and they all rushed over to the little Mikey who was crying and holding his knee. A tiny bit of blood was streaming down his knee.

"Boo boo hurts" Mikey cried out in response and wiped away the little blood that was streaming down his knee.

"I'm so sorry Mikey" The red one actually cried and hugged the little Mikey firmly. The purple one walked over to Mikey and looked at his knee. The small scrape was already dried and Donnie carefully kissed the knee.

"Boo boo doesn't hurt anymore?" He asked and looked towards Mikey. Mikey shook his head and smiled lightly.

"Thank you!" Mikey cheered and pulled the purple and the blue one in the hug too.

My son

Mikey

Michelangelo

Mikey

Thank you.

He smiled slightly and opened his eyes. The concerned faces of his family hovering over him. His head was throbbing slightly but he just focused on the brown eyes in front of him. He was 15 again, they were 15 again. His father was watching him. One was holding his hand, One was hugging him. One was patting his head.

Mikey breathed out and trailed from each face towards the brown eyes again. He frowned slightly.

"Donnie?" He asked with a small voice. Donnie, Donatello. Raph, Raphael, Leo, Leonardo. Master Splinter. He smiled and watched the surprised looks on their faces.

"What is it Mikey?" Donnie inquired and crept something closer to Mikey. Leo's eyes flashed with intense worry and Raph quickly dried his own tears.

Mikey's smile slowly turned into a frown and then back into a smile again. "I don't have to go to the bathroom anymore"

~ The end~

He can remember again :D I know it's a bit rushed but I wanted to end this so I wouldn't leave you with nothing :/

Hope it's good though ^^

And I hope the dream/flashback wasn't confusing. Michelangelo was the old one (15) And Mikey was the young one (6/7)