Dis: Thanks for those that reviewed part one, here is part two! See Boss? Told you I'd finish…

Part Two: Raphael

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A hurricane. A freakin' hurricane was hitting Manhattan and what did his "genius" brother decide to go do? Run around in the flooding tunnels trying to divert the water to save the lair. Donatello had it in his mind that he could block off numerous passages to protect their home but Splinter had deemed it too unsafe. For once, it wasn't the hot-head that disobeyed orders but the genius that thought he could stop Mother Nature himself. So now, Raphael was following the G.P.S. on the shell cell to find his brother and "kindly" suggest that they get their shells topside. Turning the corner he frowned deeply as a rush of water came at him but he was able to stay standing as the level traveled from his ankles up just under his knees. Looking down at the screen of his phone he frowned while once again following the blip that was his brother and finally, after ten minutes of walking, he found him.

"DON!"

"Raph?"

"Let's go!"

"But I'm almost done," he said, pressing more buttons on a machine and Raph had no idea how that little thing could divert the water. "Once I get this tunnel sectioned off I only have about ten more to go and-"

"Don, listen' ta me, dis place is floodin' fast. You ain't got time to do all dat!"

"Raph, please, I-"

It was then that the tunnel started to collapse. Raphael and Donatello shared a look and, finally getting that it was hopeless, Donatello abandoned his project and started running. The shaking increased and brinks were suddenly raining down on Raphael but what made him stop was the loud crash followed by the startled whimper from his brother. Whirling around, Raphael saw that the tunnel had finally collapsed: right on top of his brother.

"DON! NO!" Raphael sprinted forward, ignoring the pain on his face and the blood that was running into his eyes. The water was rising faster and there, underneath a section of fallen brick wall, was his brother. Gritting his teeth, Raphael bent down and wedged his fingers under the wall. "You ain't dyin' here. Ya hear me Don?! Dammit!"

Again and again he pulled and each time the wall barely budged due to the waterfall of water pounding on top of it. He dove under to study his brother and grew more worried because he was unconscious. Rising once more he took two deep breaths before trying again and this time the wall moved a fraction, then a little more and a little more until it wedged with another section of wall. Knowing that it wasn't secure Raphael wasted no time in pulling Donatello out.

"Don!" He saw a crack in his brother's shell, not life threatening, but also a large bump accompanied by a gash atop his head. He knew head injuries were bad, and knew he had to get him to safety as fast as possible. "Hang on Bro, I got you."

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The extra weight of his unconscious brother had Raphael grunting in exertion as the water continued to rise around them. The sewers were filling up with water fast thanks to Superstorm Sandy and things were only going to get worse. They needed to get to April's fast. Donatello has yet to utter a single sound since Raphael pulled him up from under the water and the only thing that kept Raphael sane was the feeling of Donatello's breath against his own skin.

Stopping for a moment, Raphael leaned against the wall of a sewer tunnel. Normally, with his size, carrying his smaller brother would be a cakewalk Raphael took a few bricks to the head and even now had to wipe away the blood that ran into his eyes as images of Donatello being crushed chose that time to flash behind his eyes.

"Stupid sonuvabitch," he cursed before resuming his walk. The lair was close and he hadn't gotten the call yet that they left. Everyone had been busy packing up what they wanted to salvage into one suitcase before they made the trip topside to April and Casey's apartment.

The constant scratching above his head let Raphael know that he wasn't the only one trying to get the hell out of this tunnel. He wondered how many rats were down in the sewers and how many of them would make it. They were good swimmers and climbers, but with the water coming as fast as it was Raphael knew that a lot of them wouldn't make it.

He sure as hell hoped HE would make it.

"Ah crud," he said as a wall of water suddenly twisted around the tunnel and barreled into him. He tried to hold on but it was too much and soon he was just holding onto his brother as they were jarred through the tunnels. He held his breath so that water didn't fill his lungs and protected his head the best he could so that he wasn't knocked out. His knee slammed into the tunnel wall and he was suddenly jerked right, and he knew exactly where they were heading. Holding on to Don even tighter than before he braced for the inevitable fall and he didn't have to wait long. Soon, he was falling, faster and faster the air rushed past his ears and he was just barely able to hang on to a loosened pipe so that he and Don didn't land in the foamy depths of what was now a whirlpool of water. Immediately his grip started to falter and the pipe bent so using his ninja training he climbed up the large drain, the grip on his unconscious brother sure and true. In the back of his head he remembered Leo telling him this was the place Splinter taught him not to be afraid of heights. Hell, if it had been as large of mess as this, Leo would still be afraid of heights. Even he was a little scared, seeing how high the water was already and the angry vortex of water below his feet.

Picking a tunnel that had less water pouring out of it than the rest, Raphael tossed Donatello up there before following. Rubbing more blood and water out of his eyes he limped to his brother. His knee was messed up but Don looked worse. He was pale and his body was already bruising in the areas the wall collapsed on top of him. Raphael knelt down and picked him back up into a fireman's carry on his left shoulder since it was his right knee that was injured. The chirp of his shell cell startled him and he answered it.

"Where are you?!" shouted Leonardo.

"Place is flooded all to hell. You guys go up top. I packed my bag already and Don, well, it's his own damn fault he didn't listen. Grab his computer crap and go. We'll meet you up there. And Leo? He's hurt."

"What happened?" asked Leonardo, very serious.

"Wall came down on us, got flushed down the tunnels. I'm gettin' us both outta here."

"We'll meet you at April's. Raph, please be careful."

"You, too, Leo. See you soon."

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Raphael fell, his knee finally giving out, and landed harshly on damp concrete. He had finally made it out of the sewers and into the hell that was the lower east side. Water flooded the streets and the wind was pounding the buildings. The rain felt like shards of glass beating against his thicker skin and he had a ways to go before getting to April's. Raphael saw many humans out in the storm driving their cars or even walking the streets and he then decided that if one of them were to suddenly call out for help he'd let them drown not only because he had his brother to think of, but because they were idiots for venturing out in this storm.

Taking shelter against a still standing chimney, Raphael ran his tired hand over his face, keeping his brother cuddled close against his side. Raphael was worried because the added pelting of the rain had his brother shivering but when looking down at his own knee he frowned deeply. It was very swollen, black and blue: more than likely out of place. Without the injury he'd have been at April's apartment by now but…

"R-Raph?"

"Don! Ah, hell, how you doin?"

"C-Cold."

"I know, brother, we're almost at April's."

"I… I'm sorry I didn't leave…"

"Don't worry about it. I get it." Raphael winced as a large piece of the building next to them collapsed to the street below, startled occupants in the apartment looking at the area that HAD been their wall. Luckily the lights were out so Raphael had no concerns of them seeing him but he knew he had to get going.

"Tired…"

"Hold on, Donnie, gunna get ya some help."

Once again gritting his teeth, Raphael hauled his brother over his shoulder and raced through Manhattan and nearly cried in relief when seeing the familiar building ahead. When getting to the window he wasted no time in opening it and the warmed from inside surrounded him like a blanket when he entered.

"RAPH! DON! Dudes, they're here!" shouted a relieved Mikey and all Raphael could do was collapse onto the floor beside his brother. Concerned amber eyes sought out somber brown and wordlessly the brothers reached out and clasped hands. They had made it, and it was all that mattered now.

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The power went out sometime later and as Leo and April helped Raphael to the couch, Casey and Mikey brought Donnie to April's bed. After getting his leg wrapped and getting stern orders from Splinter to rest, Raphael fell into a deep sleep only to be awakened by a screech coming from Mikey hours later.

"My batteries died already!" wailed the orange-bandana wearing turtle holding up a portable DVD player.

"Idiot," mumbled Raphael, slowly sitting up then standing, wincing as he put pressure on his knee. He was thankful to whoever put the crutches on the floor beside the sofa and grabbed them before standing up. The icepack someone placed on his knee while he slept slipped to the floor with a plop as he rushed to April's room as fast as he could. He found Leo sitting at Don's left side, and Don sleeping soundly.

"Hey. He ok?"

"He woke up to ask how you were doing. Said his head hurt, but should be ok."

"Good," said Raphael, settling on Donatello's other side as the walls around them trembled. "It's bad out there."

"I know…" Leonardo frowned. "We'll make it through. We always do."

"Yeah," said Raphael, hand going to land on Don's shoulder. "We do."

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