'Leo...' He heard a whisper. 'Leo...' He felt warm breathing on his neck. 

"Raphie...?" Leonardo whispered without opening his eyes. The fear of waking for what could be a dream seeping into his broken heart. He could swear his beloved was next to him, kissing his neck and face, caressing his arm. "Raph... Stay with me..." 

'Leo...' He could hear it. It had to be Raphael's voice. Leonardo's eyes snapped open, but instead of the emerald turtle it was Donnie who sat next to him. 

"Hey, bro..." Donnie spoke softly. "You were mumbling in your sleep... I didn't want to wake you..." Donnie gave Leo a kind smile.

The once stoic leader was now curled up like a child in bed. Suddenly he realized Raph was no longer next to him. He snapped up, his breath becoming shallow. "Don, where is he?" 

Donnie's smiled faded. "Who?" Leonardo's eyes were full of fear, almost panic at this point.

"Raphael." 

Don's eyes didn't waver. "Leo, we went through this." Leonardo's mind was racing trying to make sense of his brother's words. He couldn't remember anything else other than laying in bed next to his beloved. His throat went dry. Donnie took a deep breath. "Bro... He needs to be buried. It has to be done today." 

"T-today...?" Leo stuttered. 

"Yes, Leo." Donnie's tone was firm. He helped Leonardo up, and that's when the blue-banded mutant noticed his leg was wrapped in a cast, but he didn't remember when it had been fixed. He brought his right hand up to his head, flinching at the touch. His head injury was stitched and covered. 

'Leo...' There it was again. A whisper flew into his ear slit. Leo's body flinched as he turned towards the sound, only to find nothing. Maybe he hit his head harder than he thought. He closed his eyes to try and think, but as he steadied his breath, he felt warmth on his neck. The same warmth one would feel at the touch of a kiss. His eyes snapped open, bringing shaky fingers to the spot where the tender warmth was lingering. "Don... I-I can't... I think, I might be loosing it..." 

"Don't say that, bro. It's just been a lot to handle, that's all..." Donatello sat next to him. "Leo... You have to let him go. It's not fair to him, and especially not healthy for you. Come on, everyone is waiting..." Donnie helped Leo clean up, then they proceeded to walk out into the living room where a weeping April and a very quiet Casey were waiting. As Leo looked around he saw Michelangelo sitting with slumped shoulders next to a big wooden box. His heart stopped. 

"LEONARDO!!!" Raphael's golden eyes filed with rage as Leo stormed in head first into battle. Inside that red lit room was no other than the merciless Agent John Bishop, armed to the nines, as usual. Leo threw a smoke screen at his face as he slid through the floor, reaching the timer control to the bomb's detonator. Quick as lightning, he stabbed the device with his katana. 

Raphael saw Bishop move towards Leo, which ignited his own movement in response as he bolted towards the action. The villain swiped off his coat, revealing his battle gear which increased his strength and speed. He grabbed Leo from the top of his carapace and flung him towards the concrete wall. A little dazed, Leo lifted his face to spot the man's next move, only to have his head smashed against the wall with tremendous force. His sight became fuzzy as he slumped on the floor, hearing Raphael's roar as he attacked the enemy. 

"Leo?" Donatello touched his shoulder, bringing him back to the funeral scene.

Leonardo limped his way to the box, passing by his friends without making any exchanges. "Mikey..." His youngest brother brought his baby-blue eyes to meet his hazel ones.

"I was... just... watching over him... Ya know, till ya got here..." Mikey spoke softly as he wiped the tears from his face.

Leo placed his hand on his little brother's head. "Thank you, Mikey," he whispered. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and leaned into the casket. As he let his breath go, he opened his eyes, but what he saw was not Raphael's resting body... He was leaning over Donatello's shoulder, as the purple-banded turtle worked on their battle shell. What had just happened? He started to hyperventilate. 

"Leo? What's wrong?" Donatello pulled his safety goggles down and helped his older brother to take a seat. 

"R-Raph!? Where's Raphael!? What-!!!" Leonardo was having a panic attack. 

Donnie took a deep breath, he then looked at Leo and with his incomparable agility pinned him against the chair, covering his mouth with his olive hand. "Leo... Breathe through your nose... You're going to make yourself pass out again." Leonardo's eyes where as big as ever. "Leo... Breathe... In and out, slowly..." Leo obeyed his sibling, he did his best to steady his breathing, sweat beads rolling down his forehead.

Donnie slowly removed his hand from Leo's mouth, allowing him to take a deep breath. "Where is Raphael...?" His beautiful hazel eyes focused on his brother as he asked the question. 

Donnie frowned. "We buried Raphael three days ago. He is resting beside father now. Remember?" In a storm of emotions, Leonardo stood up making the chair tip over behind him. He tried to run out of the garage but stumbled forward as the pain from his fracture shot up his leg. Donnie approached him slowly. "Leo, what's the last thing you remember?" Leonardo started panting from the pain as Don helped him up again. 

"I-I don't understand! We were all in the living room. Mikey was next to him, I leaned in to look... But, now I'm here...?" Leonardo brought his hands to his head as if trying to stop it from spinning. 

Donnie squinted his eyes, trying to think on what his brother had just said. "Has this happened before? These... Time jumps?" 

Leo thought for a moment, then he looked up at Don. He brought a shaky hand to his face as he turned his eyes away. "Don... What's happening to me...?" 

Donnie sighed. "Leo, it's ok. You did receive a hard hit to the head, this is just temporary side effects to your concussion. Memory loss, dizziness and tiredness as well."

Leonardo flinched when Donnie placed his hand on his shoulder. "Don... I need to see him."

Don pulled his touch away and went serious. His voice was stern. "You can't. Like I said, we buried him three days ago. We can't exhume his body because you say so, Leo. Think this through." With that he walked away from Leonardo. At the elevator door, he turned his face back one more time. "Just get some rest, bro. Time will heal..." Donnie entered the elevator, offering another kind smile as the doors closed.

Leo's eyes where shining in a daze. He felt like a stranger in his body. Could it be real? These 'time jumps'? 

'Leo...' He turned, looking for the origin of that whisper. 'Hey, Leo...' He could hear it clear as day. It was Raphael's voice... 

"Raph!?" he yelled, but now was only faced with silence. His breathing sped up again. "No... No, I'm NOT crazy." Leo moved himself to the floor where he did his best to sit comfortably despite his fractured leg. He then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm NOT crazy..."

'LEO.' His frown tightened at the  clear sound of his name being called, the voice was husky but warm. 

"Raph..." With eyes closed, tears started to roll down his cheeks. It was then that he felt his presence. He was near. He took another deep breath, wincing lightly as he felt a tender touch graze from his shoulder down his elbow, it sent shivers down his spine. "Raph... Is it really yo-" he cut himself off. He had just told himself he wasn't crazy, but now, only a few seconds later, here he was talking to his dead lover. He bit his lip. "No... It can't be." But then he sensed something else; a smell, to be precise. He could smell Raphael's unique musk. His breath became ragged, fear of opening his eyes to find the cold nothing again, but terror to think he was losing himself to madness.