Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT.

Song for this Fic: We Found Love as performed by Glee Cast (liked their rendition)

Leo and his brothers are 30 years old. Tony is 36.

**Warning** This fic contains something that may be disturbing to some. Please if you choose to read do not flame this fic but rather comment concerning the quality of the writing.**

Read What We Hide, Learning a New Dance,Contemplation, Never Say Never,What is Love?, Heart Beats, and One Word Can Change the World before this please or you will be lost.

Chapter One: Cling to Hope

Meir's POV

I am huddled up against the back of the tent Blake has stuffed me in. I'm still struggling to work my mind over what happened. Last thing I remembered was walking into my brownstone with Mike beside me. He'd spotted me having car trouble and had stopped to escort me home until I could get a hold of a towing company.

The next thing I know there is a gunshot and Mike is fighting with someone.

Someone I now know was Blake.

Blake, the man who once said he loved me, who once said that he would never hurt me.

He's a brilliant man with a keen sense for good food; he'd just graduated from culinary school when all hell broke loose.

Blake is Bi-Polar and never wanted children because of his fear of passing on the genetic disorder to his children.

I found out after the trial he went cold turkey from his meds thinking he was "cured". The reaction was…bad.

I understood his feelings, but when I got pregnant I had hoped that he would be willing to accept the child. After all I was prepared to deal with the possibility of my child being Bi-Polar.

He reacted violently, partly due to him swinging into a manic state, but also because he was just plain furious.

I have never been so scared of someone in my life.

I flinch as he enters the tent and roughly grab me, shoving me onto the ground. I struggle against my binds and flinch as he mutters angrily about me betraying him.

He's already slapped me repeatedly and I have bruises from his crushing grip on my arms and the back of my neck.

It was because I survived his beatings and Tony found me that he went to jail. Tony managed to knock him out, ungracefully granted, but he managed it and carried me out of my brownstone and rushed me to the hospital that night after I tried to call him.

But right now neither Tony or Leo…not even Mike are close enough to save me.

I struggle to speak past my gag as he jerks my shirt open, the buttons bursting.

I have no idea where I am and I don't like the way this is going.

That's when I see something briefly flick past the tent out of the corner of my eye.

Mike? He's alive?

Blake frowns and starts to exit the tent only to be jerked off his feet and I hear signs of struggle.

Mike is suddenly entering the tent and quickly gathers me up as I burst into tears. I've never been so relieved to see him.

He holds me against him and attempts to shield my bare front from being seen by the others. I catch a glimpse of Leo standing over the limp form of Blake and spot Raph cracking his knuckles beside Leo.

The rest of the event is lost in a haze as I cling to Mike and cry once he has removed my binds and covered me up.

I find that I can't stop crying and lean against him in desperation the whole trip to a pay phone where they have me call Anya to come get me.

When she and Nikki pull up in their Sportster I collapse into their arms sobbing and they rush me to the hospital.

The next few days are a haze of questions by the FBI. How did I get away? What happened to Blake's body? Where was I when I managed to escape?

I honestly have no idea about most of their questions and eventually when they find Blake's body floating with his crashed boat in the river upstream the questions stop. The assumption is that I managed to get lose and swung the battered cooler into his head and simply ran for it and Blake crashed the boat as I escaped.

I'm not charged with anything and finally released into Anya's charge.

She takes me to the Leo and Tony's place.

The "Lair" as Mike jokingly calls it. As I enter I notice that the place is somber and reserved. Mike looks up from where he is sitting and hastily gets up to greet me.

He looks shaken and tired but mostly worried.

I manage a weak smile before leaning against him and choking back a sob of relief.

He just stands there and holds me, clinging as tightly to me as I am to him.

But the news he tells me minutes later shakes me to the core.

Don…he's critical.

A/N: RESCUED. But what about Donnie? Reviews folks!