Hey, Roxy Goth here. This is an Idea that has been bugging me for the last couple of days and I just had to write it.

Word of warning – this contains mention of attempted rape. If this material is unsettling for you/may be a trigger, please do not read this story.

I do not own TMNT in any way shape or form.

The scene was peaceful. Leo was watching 'space heroes'; Raph was lying on the sofa reading a book, for once in his life, it was about wrestling, but still, it was a book. Mikey was in Splinters arm chair, Klunk curled up in his lap, half his attention on the TV, half on the bundle of fur in his lap. The reason Master Splinter was not in his chair was because he was away for a weekend trip and had left Leonardo in charge. Donatello was down the junkyard and had been for a couple of hours. He should be back soon.

Ah, there it was, the sound of footsteps coming towards the lair, not Aprils, not Casey's, so that only left Donatello. Except there was something strange about these footsteps, they were quicker than normal. Normally Don would walk calmly along the sewer floor, mainly because his arms would be laden with whatever treasure he had managed to scavenge this time.

Not this time. This time Don's footsteps sounded like they were running. Well, that wasn't good. He sincerely hoped the foot hadn't found the genius. Although if they had why Don would be leading them to the lair, instead of calling for back-up, god knows…

BANG! The door slammed open and there stood Donatello. His eyes looked panicked, he was panting heavily and he was shaking badly. He took one look at Leonardo – ignoring his other two brothers whose heads had naturally turned the moment the door slammed open – and burst into hysterical tears.

Okay, now he was concerned. Don rarely cried, much less broke down completely.

"Don, are you alright?" that was Mikey, face filled with concern. He flinched when he realised his question - clearly Don was not alright – and rephrased it. "What's wrong?" the youngest was on his feet now, Klunk on the floor having given a meow of protest when Mikey had leapt up. Not that Mikey cared – his concern was for his immediate older brother, who suddenly shot into Raph's arms and carried on crying.

Stroking Don's shell soothingly, Raph murmured. "Alright Donnie, steady on, deep breaths…" he decided to put aside the tough guy act and comfort his obviously-distressed younger brother. After Don's sobbing didn't stop within the next ten seconds Raph slapped his across the face, earning yells of protests from both Fearless and Mikey. "What? Look, he's clearly hysterical, that's what you're supposed to do to people that are hysterical – I've seen it in movies."

Well, it had worked to a degree, Don wasn't crying as hysterically, but he was definitely still crying and shaking.

Mikey suddenly turned away into the kitchen.

"Excuse me, where do you think you're going?" Leo asked, arms folded.

"To get some chocolate and a drink of water."

"Why?"

"Because, you twit, he's been sobbing, which means he'll have lost a lot of body-fluids, and chocolate is supposed to be good for nerves." As Mikey disappeared, Leo turned back to Raph and Donnie who were on the sofa. Raph had carried Donnie there and now had him on his lap – which to be perfectly honest looked a little ridiculous, but Leo smartly decided that now was not the time to point that out.

One thing was clear in his mind though, as soon as they dragged the story out of Don, Leo was going to kill whoever was responsible his little brothers pain.