Sigh. I have found yet, ANOTHER old story, just gathering an overload of virtual dustbunnies on my external hardrive. I've cleaned it out plenty of times, but I always end up missing something. Well, I found this old story, it's done, finished and completed. So I thought I would go ahead and post it. I may go back and re-edit some chapters later but for now, I'll just post it. I'll try to post one chapter every two days.

Now...

I've read countless stories about this genetic testing. The turtles finding out who's really the oldest, and the youngest. These stories have become so predictable, it's either Mikey turns out to be the oldest and/or Leo turns out to be the youngest. Ok everyone, ironic conclusions are good ideas, as long as they're not worn out.

Unfortunately, this is something that has been soaked, twisted, drained out, dried out, zap fried and then continually frozen to be used repeatedly throughout time. Well, I'm a typical fan, I want to write a story covering the idea of the actual age of the brothers, but I have my own angle for this story.

So if you're interested, EAT ON! Oh, I mean READ ON! Sorry, I'm currently eating a large pizza, supreme if you must know.

*Shakes Magic 8 ball.* "Do I own TMNT?"

Result: No

"Darn!" *Tosses magic 8 ball out window*

Raph punched away at his punching bag, the anxiety was killing him. He had a million questions running through his head. What if he was the youngest? He would never live it down! What if he was the oldest? Would Splinter make him the leader? What if Mikey was the oldest? That made Raph freeze. There was absolutely no freaking way he was following Mikey. What if Don was the oldest? He wouldn't want to be the leader. Is the oldest automatically the leader? What if Leo was the youngest? He really couldn't grasp that idea, he and the others always looked up to Leo. Completely aggravated he took it out the swinging bundle of sand and leather in front of him. Why did Don wait until they were 15 to do the testing? Wait, but what if they weren't really 15, what if they were like 16 or 17?

Ok, he was falling off the edge here… -_-'

"Is it ready yet Donny?" Mikey asked as he looked over his brother's shoulder at the symbols on his computer although he couldn't understand them.

"No Mikey the test results won't be ready for another half an hour. Why don't you go check on the others?"

"Sure, possible little brother," Mikey said with a smile and dashed out the room with a wide grin.

Don sighed, "What have I unleashed?"

"Come on Leo aren't you curious?' Mikey asked.

Leo took a drink of his tea and then placed it down on the table next to the chair he was sitting in and reached up to turn a page in the book he was reading, "No."

"Come on!" Mikey whined, "Don't you want to know?"

"If you would've asked me last year, yes, but I've learned it doesn't matter. I'll always be the leader, you'll always be the goofball, Raph will always be the hothead and Don will always be the brain."

"Aren't you at least curious if we're really brothers?"

"We'll always be brothers Mikey, I don't care what genetics say."

Mikey sighed and went over to where Raph was working out his frustrations on his punching bag.

"Hey Raphie!"

"I told you not to call me that!" Raph yelled, his frustration seeping through his gaze.

"But you'll have to get used to it if you're our baby brother."

"Mikey leave Raph alone," Leo ordered.

"Why should I listen to my possible little brother?"

Leo sighed, "Good evening Master Splinter," he said to a dark corner.

"Michelangelo, the dojo, thirty flips," Splinter commanded, "If you will not listen to your leader and future head of this family, then you will listen to your father."

Raph scowled at Mikey's retreating shell and turned back to his punching bag, talking through the smacks of his hands against the sand filled leather, "So you're really not curious?"

"No," Leo said and reached out to take another drink of his tea.

Half an hour later Don's voice rang out, "The tests are done!"

Mikey sped into the living room, Master Splinter walking behind him. Raph gave a final punch to his punching bag and walked over and sat on the couch next to Leo. If Leo could be so cool headed about this, like everything, then he could too. Don walked out of his lab, holding a folded up sheet of paper.

"Now I haven't looked yet," Don said, "I figure we should all look at them together."

Mikey was bouncing with excitement, Raph was trying to hold his curiosity in and Leo was closing the book he had just finished.

"Do you want to do the honors sensei?" Don asked as Splinter's expression remained blank.

Nevertheless, the elderly rat reached out and took the paper.

"I had the program print our names out, oldest to youngest so it's easy to understand," explained Don.

"I believe one of you should have this honor," Splinter said and turned to his blue masked son, "Leonardo?"

"No thanks," Leo said, getting to his feet, "I don't care what's on that paper sensei. In fact I don't even want to know. We're still brothers, still a family. I'm going out for a run in the sewers."

"I am proud of you my son," Splinter said through his thoughts.

"Thank you sensei," Leo said back through their minds.

When Leo was gone Mikey turned back to the paper, "Come on sensei, open it!"

"Very well," Splinter said and unfolded the paper.

"Hmm, interesting…" he mused.

"What?" the three turtles shouted.

"My sons, I fear…"

"Yes?"

To Be Continued...

Ha! How many guessed I would end it there? Show of hands?

Well, chapter two will be posted tomorrow.

See everyone later!

~Moonsetta