Chapter 1:

"Raph! Leo! Donnie! Guys!" Mikey called as he wondered one of the numerous alleyways of downtown New York. "Why didn't I listen?" he asked himself.

"Why doesn't he listen?!" Raph asked the others.

"Cool it, hot head. We'll find him," Leo promised.

"I told him not to wander. You told him not to wander. Don told him not to wander! But what does he do?! WANDER!"

"Raph! Calm down! He can't have gone far. He was chasing a cat," Don assured him.

"Yeah? knowing Mikey, he'll chase that cat all the way to Finland," Raph mumbled. "Mikey!"

"Hey, was it just me, or was that cat heading to Finland?" Mikey asked himself.

"It was just you," a voice said.

"Donnie!"

Don stepped out of the shadows.

"Hey! Did you get a haircut or something? You look different…" Mikey observed.

"Boy, I sure hope he doesn't run into any of the Shredder's machines," Don commented. "Especially the Mechaturtles."

"The Mecha-what?" Raph asked.

"Mechaturtles. Mechanical versions of us. I ran into one of Leo the other day," Don replied.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Leo asked.

"I dunno. It slipped my m8ind, I guess," Don answered. "Mikey!"

"Knowing him, he'll think it's one of us with a haircut," Raph mumbled.

"Common, Raph. He's not that stupid. He can tell the difference between his brothers and an imitation made of metal alloy," Don said.

"Mikey? He couldn't tell a tin tomato from a real one if they both hit him on the head!"

"You get separated too?" Mikey asked Don.

No answer.

"Common Don! Are you mad at me or something?!" he asked.

"Mikey! I found him!"

"Don?" Mikey asked, looking up at the figure standing perched on a building. "Then…who's…"

Don jumped down and stood between the Mechaturtle and his little brother. "Mikey! We told you not to wander!"

"What the shell…which one of you is the real Don?" Mikey asked.

"I am," Don answered.

"How do I know that you're not lying!" Mikey asked.

"Because I'm your brother!" Don answered.

"How do I know that!" Mikey answered.

Don stepped aside so Mikey could see the robotic turtle. "Was I ever shiny and silver?" he asked.

"No…" Mikey answered.

"Mikey! Donnie!" Leo called. "Where on earth have they disappeared to?"

"Great. We lost two of 'em," Raph said. He sat down on the rooftop. "Master splinter used to say when you get split up to stay in one place and not move. Maybe he'll come save us."

"Raph, we're seventeen. Master Splinter's not gonna come looking for us!" Leo objected.

"Says who?" Raph asked half-heartedly.

"Common!"

"Hey."

The turtles turned around. A boy around fourteen years with hair like a raven's feather and eyes the color of a young fawn's walked out of nowhere.

"Looking for two more of you guys?" he asked.

"Uh…Yes," Raph answered.

"Follow me," he said.

Leo shrugged and ran after the boy.

The raven-haired boy jumped from rooftop to rooftop with ease, the turtles following close behind him. He stopped on a roof with a large, glass triangle in the center of it and pointed down into the alley.

"Enjoy," he said.

Raph and Leo looked down cautiously. Sure enough…

"Mikey duck!" Don ordered.

Michelangelo evaded the Mecha-Don's bullet and pinned it down to the floor. Their brothers jumped down form their place on the rooftop of the museum.

Leonardo raised his sword above his head and brought it down hard against the robot's neck. The head flew across the alley and slid in the dirt. Just to make sure, Leo plunged his sword through the robot's chest.

"That takes care of that one," he said.

"One down, at least three more to go," Don replied.

"I hate robots," Raph announced. "Did we ever thank that kid?"

"No," Leo answered.

"Thanks kid!" Raph called up.

The boy, watching from the edge of the building, saluted him and disappeared as suddenly and quietly as he had come.

"Nice kid," Leo said. "What'd he say his name was?"
"He didn't," Raph answered. "Let's go home."