Here is the alternate for Unpredictable. If you haven't read it, I suggest going over there and reading it otherwise you might be a little lost. Otherwise, enjoy!
Chapter 30: The Cure?
Mikey was laying on his stomach, having another staring contest with Donnie. The little turtle was surprisingly hard to beat. Mikey sighed and blinked. "Looks like you win, D. Man, sometimes I miss your big form. Well, I miss the original you a lot more but your big form always wanted to play. Now, you just want to eat and sleep."
"Master Splinter!" Mikey looked up to see Rockwell vault over the turnstiles, running over to the dojo where the rat had opened the door. "I must speak with you!"
"Of course," Splinter held the door open and shut it, leaving the lair in confusion.
"What's going on?" Leo asked.
"Rockwell thinks he has something," Slash said as he entered the lair with Leatherhead and Pete.
"Really?" Mikey asked hopefully, scoping Donnie up.
Karai walked over from the kitchen with Raph close by. "What is something?"
"He wouldn't tell us too many details," Leatherhead admitted, walking over to Mikey. "How's he doing?"
"As best of a little turtle can," Leo said, watching as Leatherhead ran a claw over the shell. Donnie had immediately tucked himself in at the giant crocodile's approach and it didn't look like he was coming out.
"Well I think the Doc's got something good!" Pete announced, flying over to Raph and Karai. "Everything was quiet and Doc was doing a test and practically screamed in joy. Next thing we knew, he was saying something about talking to Splinter, and just was gone. We raced to catch up and make sure he didn't get himself into any trouble."
Slash nodded. "He wasn't even paying attention to anything. He just wanted to get here."
"Hopefully it's something good," Leo said, turning to look at the closed dojo doors.
Master Splinter shut the door and turned back to Rockwell, pausing for a moment to make sure there were no ears at his door. "You wished to speak with me?"
Rockwell nodded and pulled his bag forward, pulling out several papers. "I've been working hard ever since Donatello's mutation and unmutation and like I've predicted, I'm making a lot faster progress with replicating the original mutation."
"That's good news," Splinter said, walking forward to look at the papers. They were actually several different picture of cells. He didn't really understand but he recognized the pictures from some of Donatello's research when he'd get so excited about something and needed to share, even if they didn't understand what he was talking about.
"This is the cellular structure of Donatello's current form, the regular turtle," Rockwell said, pointing to the first picture he had laid out. "The one next to it and from the blood sample Donatello was able to retrieve from Stockman." He had pointed at the next picture in the lineup. "I've been working on trying to figure out how to bridge the gap between the two. After all, there is a sixteen year difference between when he was a regular turtle and now."
"What about the other pictures?" Splinter asked, pointing to a few others pictures on next to the two.
Rockwell's face fell slightly. "That's the thing that is difficult. Like I said, there is a huge difference between the regular turtle and the original mutation. I think I've come up with a solution but I'm afraid about my mind."
"His mind?" Splinter breathed, recalling Michelangelo's worries.
Rockwell pointed to each picture. "These are several different samples of the results of the cure I managed. They are fundamentally the sample but there are a few random differences with each one and it is not consistent. This one." Rockwell paused on the fourth picture. "Was the closest to the original mutation. That's the thing, I've seen the results in the lab and I have no idea how it will react with Donatello himself."
"So, we may not even get back my son fully," Splinter realized. His world narrowed slightly as spots danced across his sight. He saw Rockwell reached out for him but steadied himself before he could fall. All this effort and he may still lose his son.
"I'm sorry, Master Splinter. I have the cure but I think you might want to think before we use it," Rockwell said, putting the pictures back into a pile.
Splinter sighed, running a hand over his chin. "I think it is time to include my sons and daughter in this decision. They were quite upset when the decision of using the retromutagen wasn't in their hands."
Rockwell nodded in understanding. "How long do you think you'll need time to decide?"
"I'm not sure," Splinter admitted. "At least a day. I think I'll tell my children the situation and let them think over it. Then, bring them back so we can decide the fate of my son."
Author's Note: So, this is the second option. More angst! I just love tearing at heartstrings.