Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT, they belong to whoever currently has them.

A/N: Welcome to the rewrite of Worthy Of You, I hope you enjoy this one as you did the other. Now, I DO have a pairing, but won't reveal it until later.

Enjoy!

Warnings: TURTLECEST!

Worth Of Your Love

Prologue:

Our story began, when a boy turned fourteen. On that day, a day he shared with his three siblings, the boy realized something.

The love he had for his youngest sibling was something more.

The more, he did not have a name for it back then. Just feelings. And those feelings began, and ended with blue.

Big, and blue like the sky he saw on TV, and the deepest part of him yearned to one day touch. Full of a warmth, mischief, and never-ending life.

("Like Summer," he'll think one day in the future.)

Only rivaled by a smile, and laughter, that made his heart flutter, and stomach do a weird flip-flop thing, the way his brother did things, looked at everything around him, looked at life, were strange.

("But life is stranger, bro")

But that made just made him that more amazing in the boy's eyes.

And as the year of discovery turned into another year, the boy dreamed of them together. At first, it was innocent, as all things tended to start as. Cuddling close, watching, playing, always together. No different than how things usually were, then, it became more. Touch lingered, bodies pressed closer, mouths touched, and hands wondered.

And while dreams such as those were fine, considering. It was the morning after, that gave the boy trouble.

His eyes watched as he wondered. Would his brother look like that, if he did that? Sound like that if he touched in such a way? If he ran his tongue over skin, would he really taste like that? Would those wonderful blue eyes look at him like he was the only one in the world as they laid together in the dark?

The morning after such dreams made it hard to focus.

Sometimes he thought his father knew the why on those days.

When the next year finally came, the boy began to understand what that more was.

And, it made the boy sad.

For these, his desire, and feelings would never be anymore then dreams, and thoughts. Never mind their situation, never mind they were unique, and would most likely never be accepted by the world above.

Never mind all that, because they were brothers, and brothers could never be more than that.

~.~

It was an oversight, a detail forgotten in lieu of an incoming invasion, and the return of a brother. And, it's this overlook that changed everything.

Being in Dimension X, changed Michelangelo.

Nothing personality wise, or physical, but something had indeed changed him. And it isn't until the invasion of the Triceratons that the change would take effect, and be his salvation.

~.~

The dino-dude kept staring at him.

It was creepy.

"Erm—"

"Do all your planet's mutants have your eyes?" The dinosaur suddenly asked.

"W-What do you mean?"

"Blue, are all of them blue like yours?"

"Erm, I don't think so?"

The dinosaur went back to staring, until he finally, spoke. "It does not matter, ready the Psionic Extractor."

There is a surprise pause, and his second in command's eyes go wide before he started to protest. Mozar silenced him, and ordered for the Extractor to be readied once more. His second, after a moment, nodded. Giving Mikey what was possibly a sympathetic look.

It doesn't take them long to ready the machine, and strap Mikey in. And though he struggled, there was nothing he could do, as the machine entered his mind.

He didn't feel pain like he was promised, but he felt something, a familiar something. He knew its name, discovered it a long time ago, but it wasn't even on the tip of his tongue right now. Yet, it grew, stronger, more solid. There.

With it, came colors, millions, upon millions of them. Some warm, some cold, and some in-between. And they all have meanings. Mikey, let himself float in it.

The Triceratons expected screaming, but instead they got….laughter, and babbling.

"Turn it off!" Mozar ordered after he and the scientist stared in surprise for a long minute.

One of the scientist quickly does as ordered, turning the machine, and releasing the turtle.

"Dude," Mikey gasped in delight, no longer in the colors, but still feeling loopy and light, "why did you stop? That was better than like one million roller-coaster rides in outer space!"

While the scientist stared befuddled, Mozar thought about what he just witnessed. This creature, was unique, there was more to him then eyes that reminded him of the lakes, and ponds of his home-world before it's destruction. The creature was also a fighter, trained in its arts, and skilled enough to give his army trouble as it were.

"It would be a shame to kill this creature,"

Perhaps he could find some use for him, aside from gathering information.

"Put him in the brig," Mozar ordered.

The turtle yelped when he was suddenly grabbed, "Aww!" The turtle whined, still high from his experience, "can I do it again first? Pleeeeasssseee!?"

"No," the guard holding him grunted.

Mikey pouted.

"Sir, we are detecting a Kraang aircraft heading this way."

The Captain growled, "Bring it up on screen, now!"

Mikey, who had yet to be taken to the brig, grinned when the screen came up, "My bros!"

Mozar hummed softly as he watched the ship cloak itself, a futile effort, perhaps he should have them captured, and kept as well. The Triceraton glanced at the mutant in the guard's hand, he wasn't struggling, but he was obviously excited, and there was something knowing in his expression.

Mozar's eyes narrowed, "Best not risk it."

"Commander Zorin, deploy a squadron of fighters," he then ordered, "Sergeant Zark, activate the Plasma Cannon."

Mikey watched, one part worried, and another part hopeful as his brothers weaved, and fought the squadron that attacked them. The Kraang ship did an odd twirl, and flip, then it was zooming through the fighters toward the Mothership.

"Fire Plasma Cannon!"

"No!"

Mikey watched in horror as the cannon hit its target, but he doesn't get to mourn, because suddenly his brothers are on the ship. Clinging to each other, and screaming while everyone else stared it surprise, it took a while for the three realize they were not dead.

"We're alive!" Leo exclaimed.

"You snagged a teleporter?" Raph grumped, looking close to smacking his brother, "you mean we could have just beamed here!?"

Donnie doesn't answer, because suddenly they were surrounded.

~.~

They weren't going to win this fight, and that was the point. His brothers' only mission was to rescue him, and get back to earth. Mikey knew this, it didn't have to be said, there was no need for a look between them. It was just them knowing how each other thought, and worked.

Problem was, there were more dinosaurs then there were turtles, and they didn't have time, Earth was still in danger, Papa, and his friends were in danger.

And that was something Mikey could not allow, not if he could help it.

As he ducked a grabbing Triceraton's hand, he swiped one of their transporters, slid between the legs of another, pressed a button. Then with a prayer to whoever watched over Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, threw it to his brothers who were pressed up against each other, shell to shell, separated from him once more. And again, surrounded.

"D, catch!"

On instinct, Don does, surprised, shocked, and horrified eyes looked up from his hand to his baby brother.

"Mik—"

Just as they appeared, his brothers were gone.

"Save the world bros."

~.~

For all that they were called Time Masters, they would never truly master Time. It was something her old teacher taught her, and she carried it with her to this day. Even now as she watched events unfold, watched the past she loved dearly. Watched one event, that set off the chain. She knew that she couldn't change it, no matter how much she wanted too. Time could never be changed without consequence….it can however, be bent.

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