Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT, nor do I own the super turtles.

A/N: I remember reading awhile ago a friend (coughJessiycough) asking if anyone agreed that the super turtles needed a comeback. At the time I agreed but didn't really see myself writing anything for it…and then the plot bunnies came.

So I banged my head repeatedly on the key board trying to get rid of them due to the fact I already have so many going, but their fierce little goobers and wouldn't let go no matter how many times I hit my head. On the key board or with a frying pan, it didn't seem to matter this things stuck like glue and this is what came of it! So am I crazy? Am I insane?! Is there any hope left for me?!...or have I just finally just wised up, stopped fighting and let the plot bunnies nibble away in peace? Don't know. But this is what came of it…ok I know I'm repeating myself! Anyways please enjoy for that is why we write. Also please ignore any spelling mistakes on their names or correct me, this is the first time I'm writing the turtles like this. Also here's a list.

Graviturtle/Grav/Leo

Gridex/Grid/Raph

Shellecktro/Shell/Don

Bloboid/Blob/Mikey

Dreams italics.

Chapter 1

Voices thick with cruel intent carried over into the small turtles room as he laid curled up on a small bed. His eyes were drowning with tears every time he coughed or shook from the chill that lingered in the room like a blanket, slowly wrapping around him. He had been like that for several days now, simply locked away and forgotten about for most of the day…until that is they came to find him, to inject him, to test and see what else he could do. it didn't matter how he squirmed or begged. They always caught him, they always forced him down and they always, always ripped through him with sharp needles watching in fascination as he healed himself. Had it not been for the icy room they kept him in or the way they literally froze his hands to the shackles that held him down, he might have been able to escape. To get away some how and find his brothers…

His brothers…he missed them. He missed them and his father so much…he just wanted to go home so bad. He didn't care if it was in hiding in the cities stupid sewers! He didn't care if it meant getting yelled out for sneaking out after his father told him not too! All he wanted to do was go home…

The door too his small cell finally slid open and in stepped a sleek looking man. Thick black hair greased back shinning in the dim light as he approached the child, ignoring the small whimpers of fear.

"Shhh...little one. It's alright…we do this every day. You know it wont hurt if you cooperate." he spoke soothingly leaning down to touch the child's arm and help him up, only speaking when he was recoiled from. "Come now, the past few days haven't been that bad. We even let you out for a little while to play…you like to play don't you?"

The boy didn't answer. He liked to play with his brothers.

"Well if you come quietly I bet I can arrange for you to play outside again…wouldn't you like that?"

Still no answer, only fear and tears.

The man's expression grew harder as the boy yelped at his touch and backed away. He knew if his superiors thought they were actually hurting this specimen his research might be stopped. And he couldn't have that. Finally glaring he took out a small needle, it wasn't much but it was enough to produce sobs from the youngster. The scientist sneered, grabbing the boys arm and roughly injecting it into him watching in slight fascination as the boys wrists and ankles began to harden into ice. The green, slimy eye lids finally closing…he had never been a patient man.

"Now…that wasn't so hard was it?" he asked teasingly picking the boy up and carrying towards a lab.

X

Bloboid woke up with a start as the dream ended, his eyes glazed over with fear and tears before they shuddered into one powerful sob. He shook his head. That had been so long ago…so very long ago, when they were all still living in the sewers with their father. When they were all still being hunted by a few who had seen them…

The youngest was the only one however, who was caught by…by someone. Who exactly he didn't know only that he was forced to remember when they had caught several of these guys a few weeks ago after an investigation. Apparently some had the smart idea to try and take a hostage in order to escape. They had barely made it half a mile from their buddies before they found an extremely large and ticked off turtle slamming his fist into the front of their car. Their hostage…then turning out to have been Blob himself. Making their guns pretty much useless….

They were apprehended on the spot, no casualties…but one of them…had done more harm than any blaster ray could. He was a tall man, the same one from the dream with slicked back hair, though greyer than in their first encounter, a slender form and more wrinkles around his cruel eyes. His lips however had held a sneer and though his hands were cuffed he was able to make them look as though they held a needle once more.

Once back at their home, Blob had finally lost it and locked himself in his room for the remainder of the day refusing to come out for even meals. Finally Shell had been forced to travel into his room via electrical current in order to make sure their youngest brother was safe. The others gaze had been to much to hold in his and finally he broke down, his third oldest brother the only one to know, at least to a degree, some of the things that happened too him in that lab. Others…even he had blocked out from his memory.

All he did remember though was that it hurt, and it hurt bad…

Shaking his head fiercely, Blob shoved himself off his bed and from under the large covers that kept him warm, silently cursing his nightmares. At least it they were less detailed this time…and at least he hadn't had to wind up spending the night with one of his brothers again. Shell he didn't mind so much, Graviturtle…so long as he didn't ask questions. Grid however…was an entirely different story. The largest turtle was definitely the most comforting but he was also the one that had to be reminded the most that no matter how much they would like it as well, they were hero's. Not hotheaded vigilantes who took revenge on those already in jail.

And he knew from previous experience both in training and out that fueling his brothers rage…was something no one wanted to do. Or be on the receiving end.

Stifling a yawn, the super turtle made his way out to the kitchen hoping to get an early breakfast before his brothers could be up and ask him if he slept alright. Out of all of them he stunk at lying the most. Unfortunately he found that it was already well into the morning and all his brothers were sitting very much up and observant of him at the table.

"Mornin Blob." Grid greeted him in a rough accent taking a swig of black coffee. "Sleep well?"

"Uhhh yeah, how come you guys didn't wake me up?" he asked moving over and extending his arm a few feet away towards a small box of cereal his other arm grabbing a small bowel.

"Figured you needed the sleep." Their leader answered coolly but not unkindly observing his little brother with a bowed head, a light sweatshirt placing his face in shadow where his mask normally would have been. They didn't wear their gear all time, and things had been rather quiet lately after that last major bust, leaving them with a little more downtime. Not that it stopped them, mainly Grid and Blob, from going down town and… 'finding' trouble.

"Thanks, but you guys coulda woke me up! I mean you hardly ever let me sleep in." He pointed out, finding the milk already on the table when he came to join them, transforming one of his hands into a spoon and eating with it.

Grid wrinkled his beak at the table manners of the youngest. "C'mon Blob use a spoon already."

"I am."

"No you ain't that's just your hand ding bat." the second eldest rolled his eyes as the others nodded in agreement, though Grav gave a slightly annoyed glance at name calling so early in the morning.

Blob only grinned up at his brother with a mouthful of food, at the reaction of the other. One he was proud to say after fourteen years he could still get out of him. "You're just jealous I can do this and you can't."

"Yeah…that's it…" he sighed wondering if his brother would ever mature as Blob turned his lips into a straw and began to suck out the contents of the bowel…and at the same time wondering if he ever wanted him to.

"Oh now that's just gross!" Shelly complained getting up to answer the phone that started ringing. Two seconds later he was over and by Grid handing him the phone mouthing Mona to a now sheepish looking turtle.

"Ehh…I'm gonna be right back." Greddex said taking the phone and excusing himself all to hurriedly, knocking the milk over and onto Graviturtle.

The oldest just sighed shaking his head, shooting a glare as his brother walked or more like ran away towards his room. "If he doesn't learn to be more careful…" he muttered getting up and shooting his remaining brothers who were fighting smirks death glares. "Trainings in ten minutes. Be ready…and make sure Romeo's in there as well, I don't want too have to drag him out of his room like I did last time he started talking to Black Streak." he growled using the female's alias and none to thrilled she had a less formal one.

As far as he was concerned that girl was just someone who had her own territory to protect and was just another distraction to his brother; who in his opinion already had a hard enough time keeping his head in training.

Shell sighed and met his brother's gaze. "He's still mad about…"

"I know…It's ok, bro. Really…" Blob whispered helping his sibling as they gathered what was still on the table to be put away.

"He doesn't mean to come off cold…"

"He's just under stress. I know that Shell. Just trying too keep us safe now that no one else is there too, trying to hold us all together so no one else goes astray like dad did…trying to figure out how he can get Grid's attention on training and away from his date life while getting one of his own." he smirked unable to help adding the small dig.

Shell snorted as the last was cleared and dumped in the sink draping an arm over the youngest. "Since when did he ever have one?"

"Since…" he would have continued had his brother's hand not clamped down on his mouth.

"Maybe its best we don't mention that time, little bro. He's still…not over it just yet." he concluded. The other nodded as Shellektro broke away from him to go get Grid, and change into his own outfit himself, the youngest just noticing and trying not to snort in laughter at the fact his brothers pajama pants with the little gears on them probably wouldn't cut it for training.

Turning his attention towards the training room the sounds of it hummed to life as he approached and silently watched his elder brother begin with a warm up before the rest arrived. A look of pure anger and betrayal now shone on his masked his face, his sweatshirt now discarded outside the room, rumpled on the floor, the small edge of a picture protruded from the front pocket.

Giving a sad sigh and shake of his head, he knew without a doubt there were several things their leader wasn't over. And just a few things he would never admit to caring about anymore in the first place.

To Be continued….

A/N: So does this stink? Should I stop right now? Should I just wait for everyone out there to line up and pelt me with raisins because it was terrible?!...or did anyone actually enjoy it all? Either way I kinda want to see where this goes, simply because I've never done anything like this before with a different universe of the turtles; and certainly not ones when they were superheroes, so I kinda want to give it a shot at least. Well please review and let me know what you think.

Take care

your friend

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