So, I have been watching TMNT recently, and have fallen in love with it! So far, I've only seen a few episodes of the 2012 series, the 2007 CGI movie, and a few eps of the 2003 series. So I'm sorry if any character isn't portrayed right x.x

I got the idea of this story after seeing a video on youtube where the 2012 series was the past of the 2007 movie, and when I found out in the 2012 series that Karai is actually Splinter's daughter (sorry if I accidentally spoiled that for anyone who didn't know x.x) this story plot just popped into my head!

So in this story, it's after the Winter's incident in the 2007 movie, and Splinter, in the past, used to be human. Also, his wife didn't die until a few years later than in the 2012 series (because I want Jack to be younger than Karai and the turtles! I figure it works because when the turtles were mutated they seemed to be about four...)

If you're wondering why this story isn't just in the 2012 verse, it's because I want the turtles and Karai to be older. Also, I loe the CGI movie XD

Enjoy the story! And please don't forget to review and tell me if I should continued this story!

Splinter quietly sat in his room, staring at a picture that was on the table he sat before.

Sixteen years. Sixteen years since he'd lost his old life. Since he'd lost his daughter...His wife...

His son.

While Karai still lived, which eased the ache he got in his chest whenever he thought of his old, human life, he still felt the lingering pain at the death of his wife and his newborn son.

"Master Splinter?"

The rat's eyes turned up, and Splinter saw Leonardo, the eldest of his sons, standing at the edge of the room.

"Leonardo." Splinter said softly, managing a small smile for his son. "Is there something you need?"

Taking this as permission to enter the room, Leo padded into the room, sitting on his knees across from his mentor and father.

"Is something wrong? You seemed kind of..."

Leo's eyes fell to the picture on the table, and recognition lit his face.

"Oh..."

Splinter sighed softly, standing. He took the picture, returning it to its place on a shelf.

"I am alright, my son. Your concern is appreciated, though, Leonardo."

The turtle clad in blue stood as well, peering at the picture as he went to stand beside Splinter.

"It's almost the anniversery, isn't it?" He asked quietly, face showing sadness.

Splinter was silent for a moment, considering how to reply.

"...Yes, my son. It almost is."

Leo hesitated, then asked.

"Is there anything you want to do on that day? Or me and Donnie can probably coax Raph and Mikey out of the lair for a bit if you want time alone..."

The mutant rat smiled, patting Leo's shoulder.

"Thank you for the kind offer, but I will be alright."

Silence fell, Leo inspecting the photo a bit closer.

"You know...you never got around to telling me or the others what his name was." He stated, nodding at the small newborn in the photo.

Splinter smiled sadly to himself.

"Naozumi."

"Master Shredder."

A man, clad in fearsome armor, turned to look down at the ninja that kneeled.

"Have you found the boy?"

The ninja bowwed his head in respect.

"Yes, Master. He is being retrieved this very moment."

"Excellent." Shredder hissed out between teeth that were bared in a hidden grin. "Where is he?"

"In a town called Jasper, in Nevada, Master Shredder. He goes by the name Jackson Darby."

Shredder folded his hands behind his back.

"Very soon, Yoshi. Soon you will see your own son die right before your eyes."

Leo and Splinter were meditating when Raph burst into the dojo, effectively startling both.

"Masta' Splinta'!"

"Raphael." Splinter said sternly, giving his second eldest son a look. "What have I told you about inturupting one's meditation?"

The red-banded turtle had the decency to look sheepish.

"Sorry, Masta'. But this 's pretty big."

Leo stood, concern taking over his face.

"Are April and Casey okay?"

"Yea', they're fine. But they called Don. The Foot Clan's back, gatherin' down on the docks."

The turtle paused, steeling himself.

"The Foot're back. An' so is Shredder."

Splinter stood immediately.

"They saw Oroku?" He asked, voice oddly quiet.

Raph nodded, grimacing.

"Yea'. Case and April were on a date an' saw Shred-head givin' a speech or somethin'. Ap' managed t' get Case t' call us an' not jump righ' in like an idiot."

Leo frowned.

"Tell Mikey and Donnie to get ready to go up top. I'll be out in a sec."

Nodding, Raph turned and left the dojo. Leo looked at Splinter.

"Sorry to cut meditation short, Master."

Splinter shook his head, smiling softly at Leo.

"It is alright, my son. I believe I will accompany you and your brothers above ground. Meditation can wait."

Surprise flashed through Leo's eyes.

"Are you sure, Master? We can probably handle this alo-"

"I am sure, Leonardo. Come, we must not leave your brothers waiting."

"Hey guys!" Mikey greeted as he, his brothers and father all dropped down into the alley beside April and Casey.

The woman on the left smiled.

"Hi guys." She replied, voice only a bit above a whisper.

The four turtles and rat moved over to their human friends, peering out across the street and onto the docks.

"You were right." Leo mumbled as he looked over the group of black-clad figures. Atop a flat-roofed warehouse, the Shredder stood, in all his metal glory. A group of his elites waited behind him.

"Well." Raph cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders. "Let's go knock some heads."

"Uh...dude. I think they have a hostage." Mikey suddenly piped up, pointing at the group of elites.

Indeed, it did look like they were holding something or someone.

"Then we must ensure that no harm comes to the Shredder's hostage." Splrinter said, voice grave.

His four sons nodded, and darted out of the alleyway, weapons drawn.

But the ninja were expecting them. They were all greeted with swords being pointed at them from all sides.

"Ah, Yoshi." Shredder spoke up, eyes glaring down at the mutant rat. "It has been long since I last saw you face-to-face."

"Not long enough, I fear." Splinter replied, gazing at the man evenly.

"No need to be so cold, old friend." Shredder taunted. "I brought you a gift even."

Shredder lifted a hand towards the group of elites, giving a two fingered twitch.

Following an unvoiced comand, the men dragged forward a struggling form.

The hostage was a teen of about sixteen, nearing seventeen. He had short raven hair and pale skin. His blue-grey eyes were fogged slightly with fatigue. Bruises and dried blood coated him, and his hands were tied together as were his ankles. The youth's chest rose and fell with slightly ragged breaths.

Shredder fisted a hand in the youth's hair, and the teen grunted as the man pulled him up so that his knee's barely touched the ground and his neck cricked at the painful angle.

"It has been sixteen years, but surely you remember him, Yoshi." Shredder hissed, smirk obvious in his tone.

Splinter looked at the teen, eyes slightly narrowed. Something did seem quiet...familiar. He'd seen those stormy eyes before...felt this aura on the spirit plane before...

Shredder chuckled.

"Come now, surely you couldn't forget your own son."