Chapter 1: A Unique Surprise

He opened his eyes with a fright. He sat up quickly and clinched his chest with pain. Once that happened, his head begun to spin and he laid back down immediately, only this time he tried turning onto his right side. That was a mistake; he cried out in pain that echoed throughout the entire building. He looked at the wound in his side and saw that he rolled into some glass. He was bleeding, but not from the glass however the tiny shards were not helping him.

His vision was getting blurry, but for some reason he knew that he had to get up. First, he had to try and get on his knees. Moving onto his abdomen, he attempted to push himself in a kneeling position but soon realized that his right arm was not working correctly. He put more effort in his left arm and got the job done but his left shoulder hurt as well. What happened to me? How did I get into this state?

He hurt all over his body, and pain shot his back every other bit. He looked up and realized that there was a giant hole above him. It was night, and he could see stars. They were pretty. He smiled, and was tempted to lay back down but something told him that this wasn't the time. What is this thinking...why can't I understand this? It isn't like I'm in danger. Now that he rested a little bit, he was going to try and stand. I hope I can do this…

First, he moved his right leg from under him to in front of him slowly. It seemed fine, so with a little bit of balance, he pushed on it and lifted himself up from the ground into a standing position with both feet. It was a good thing that he started with the right foot because the left foot seemed very sore. He limped over to a tall pile of bricks and leaned on them for support on his left side, which ache but not as much as the right side. After taking in a couple of breaths, he looked around in his surroundings.

It seems that this building was undergoing construction of some kind, with building materials and tools lying around the place. There were wood, insulation, bricks, and glass scattered around, especially where he woke up. Wondering what to do now, he looked around for any clues as to understand this strange…occurrence. Where am I? What caused my injuries? How do I get out here, even with my wounds? He sighed, so confused and the fact that his head hurt didn't make things any better.

"MIKEY!" echoed a strong terrifying voice that scared him out of his thoughts. Panicking, he was going to attempt to run if there was any danger no matter what condition he was in.

"MIKEY! MIKEY!" After the initial shock, he could tell that the owner of this voice was scared by the tone of the screams. Along with the constant calling of "MIKEY!" he could hear fast running steps that were heading close to him. Worried, he attempted to move but quickly lost his balance and fell back on his right side. Screaming in pain, the last thing that was on his mind was the figure coming towards him. Once that thought did enter his mind, he jerked around and saw the face of this strange creature.

It was a tall, dark green turtle with strong verdant green eyes. He wore protective elbow pads, two knee pads, two forked weapons, and a red bandana. In some of the places of his shell, there were cracked places, indicating that this 'turtle' has seen his fair share of combat. "Mikey! Oh shell, look at you!"

"Mikey?" our young friend said, with confusion in his voice. He laid there, in awe of what this turtle called him and for a moment he realized something; my name is Mikey? I didn't know that I forgotten my name…come to think of it…I don't remember anything! Mikey thought about it, but not only did he forget what happened to him, but he also can't remember anything before that.

"Wow…you look like a mess…and what do you mean by 'Mikey?'…here, let's get you back to the lair!"

"Wha-!" Without warning, the giant turtle picked Mikey up with both arms and carried him out of the building, surprising without causing as much pain as Mikey would have thought. The journey didn't last long when the turtle brought him out of the building and before two other turtles in an alleyway: one much taller then all three with red eyes, no bandana, and a large stick in his hand while the other was a light green with a slightly torn blue bandana, dark blue eyes, and two swords on his back, sheathed.

"Mi-mi-Mikey!" the tall one said as he ran towards the duo with the other one standing there, pale at this sight. The tall turtle looked over him real quick and noted mostly to himself "he's lost a lot of blood, and there's no telling how many bones are broken. We need to get to the lair quick!"

"Raph, did you see what happened in there?" the other turtle said with authority in his voice.

"It…looked like he fell through the roof all the way to the bottom floor" the one holding Mikey confirmed. FELL THROUGH THE ROOF! HOW AM I STILL ALIVE! Who are these turtles anyway! Mikey had so many questions about this, but now was not the time.

"Fell through the roof! That's physically impossible!" the tall turtle spoke with such a shocked look on his face. Just then, strange sirens were heard coming near them at an alarming rate.

"Hurry! In the sewers!" the blue bandana turtle commanded in a panic.

"But we can't Leo! Not with Mikey's wounds open like this! They can become infected horribly!" said the last turtle without a name and, with that said, Leo turned to him and said, "We can't get back on the roof to where the Foot are! Now hurry!"

With nothing else after that, Leo pull up a sewer hatched and jumped in. Oh heck no, I am not going there! Mikey tried to squirm out of Raph's arms, but Raph held on tighter and said, "Stop moving or I'll drop you!" Knowing how painful that would be, Mikey obeyed and was soon overwhelmed with a stench of decaying bacteria and waste. Trying not to throw up, Mikey held on to Raph as the last turtle came in a shut the hatch behind him. Wandering deeper in the sewers, the area became pitch black and swift movement could be heard on either side of him. Scared…and curious…about these turtles and the lair that they were taking him to, Mikey's head no longer could bear the dizziness that surrounded him and he felt his head thrown back and lagging over Raph's arm.

His eyes slowly opened, with everything blurry coming into clear shape and color the more he focus. Mikey soon realized after a little bit of time that he was awake and thus…saw himself in a room with strange equipment around him. Fearing the worse, he attempted to sit up but felt an arm push him back down.

Looking to see who the owner of the arm was, he found Leo over him…smiling softly with a relived look in his eyes. "Mikey, I'm so glad you're awake. How are you feeling right now?" Mikey tried to answer him, but when he opened his mouth he felt air being pushed into his mouth. Looking down with his eyes, he found a mask on his face that was forcing air to his mouth and nose.

"Whoops…sorry…" Leo started, moving his hand over the mask and removing it slowly so that Mikey could properly talk, "forgot about that mask…I'm just…relieved. I thought we lost you to that coma."

"Coma?" Mikey said, very softy since he felt weak.

"Yeah. You went into one when we escaped the Foot Clan and- oh man, you're awake! I need to tell the others!" Leo become hyped up quickly when he realized that his brother was waking from his coma, shocking Mikey but nevertheless he keep quiet. Despite not wanting any form company, he didn't try to stop Leo from calling others to his room, mostly because he didn't think of it.

"Guys! Everyone! Mikey's awake!" Leo said in ecstatic loud voice, hurting Mikey's ears and head. Soon, the other turtles, plus two humans and a giant rat came in to room quickly. The tall turtle, now wearing a purple bandana, and Raph came running over to Mikey and gave a big hug; in response, Mikey gave a big yelp due to the pain on his right side. They let go of him quickly in surprise and wore guilty looks on their face.

"My son, how are you feeling?" the giant rat asked, which frightened Mikey more than anything else. Son! Son of a Giant Rat! Nope, I'm getting out of here now. Mikey attempted to sit up but his brothers gently pushed him down. "Where are you going!?" Raph commented, while the other turtle quietly said, "Be still Mikey, it's only been three days since the fight-"

"Three days! Let me up!" Mikey insisted, this time successfully making it all the way up. However, his prize was not very pleasant as his head started swimming around. "Mikey! Calm down!" the turtle doctor shouted this time, trying to get the patient's attention. "Michelangelo! Stop this now! I did not ask for you to prove your health to me!" the giant rat retorted, which actually got Mikey's attention more than anything else. Mikey stopped long enough for Raph and Leo to push Mikey back down on the bed. It's no use…I'm too weak to do anything and a whole mob is here to stop me…might as well give up this time…

Sighing Mikey relaxed, letting the others in the room relax from his shocking performance. "Despite this attitude of yours Michelangelo, I see that you are recovering well" the giant rat retorted while rubbing the top of his cane. Is that my real name? He used it more than once and appears accustom to it. "Umm…Master Splinter…should we leave?" the young girl said, who was beside a young boy around her age, who wore a hockey mask on his head and held a hock stick beside him.

Splinter looked to the young humans and then to his suppose son Michelangelo, and replied, "Perhaps we should all leave and let him rest." "What if I stayed a little bit and check his vitals, plus it would be a good idea for someone to stay just in case he has a seizure", the tall turtle suggested.

"That would be a wise decision, Donatello. Leonardo, Raphael, and April, all of you must continue your training though. I fear the Shredder is preparing for another attack soon." Splinter turned to leave just as the three nodded their heads and replied, "Yes Master Splinter". As the group was leaving, Leo and Raph turned to face Mikey to say something.

"We'll see you later Mikey" Leo commented.

"Don't give Donnie a hard time, k?" Raph smiled and they both left.

"Let me do a checkup real quick" Donnie said with a soft smile and quiet voice, with a look in his eye that showed caution, like he could literally see the headache that was plaguing Mikey. As he got some tools out, Mikey got to thinking about what just happened.

Master Splinter is my father, and a teacher to Leo, Raph, and April. Donnie wears the same gear as Leo and Raph, just a different color, so maybe he is a student too. But what about that boy there? Speaking of which…what about me? I don't about anything more about myself besides that I am a rat's son…does that make a rat too?

"Umm…." Mikey started, trying to figure out a way to talk to Donnie without being too suspicious. Donnie look over to Mikey just he was putting on a stethoscope, and tilted his head out of curiosity to why Mikey stopped talking. Taking in a deep breath, Mikey exhaled and asked, "Could I borrow a mirror?" Don, without hesitation, nodded, walked off, and came back with a hand mirror.

Mikey looked into the mirror and saw…that he was a turtle as well; one with very light, almost lime, green skin and bright blue eyes. Wait a minute…I'm a turtle…just like the other turtles too! That doesn't make sense then! "Mikey, what's wrong…?" Don asked, looking at Mikey with a worried look on his face.

Mikey looked over at Don, wondering how he was going to explain to Donnie about his expression. "…if I was to tell you that I couldn't remember anything-" Mikey started, but Donnie turned angry swiftly. "Start that mess again, and Ralph will beat your brains out" Don said without thinking and leaned over to check his heart.

All the time though, Mikey was startled at this answer. What mess I'm in! Why would Raph do that! Oh no…he's a psychopath, isn't he. I ended up in the hands of strange individuals who are naturally fighters, with training and bluntness not to mention TENDIECIES OF DOING RANDOM VIOLENCE! Okay…calm down…something tells me I lost memory once before all this…why else would Don say that? So telling them I have memory loss is not a good idea…what if they caused me to fall through the roof! No! Calm down…I got to think of a way to avoid conflict with them then. But how?

"Everything seems to check out so far. Are you having trouble breathing?" Donnie asked, pulling Mikey out of his thoughts.

"N-no, I'm breathing fine", Mikey said, refraining from being stress over his thoughts. Don nodded and asked, "Do you need anything?"

"Nah, I'm fine…actually I am a little thirsty" Mikey said, hoping that Don would leave for a little while. Don smiled and said, "Water okay?" "Yeah…thanks" Mikey smiled as he said this, and Don once again nodded and left the room. This gave Mikey a chance to explore his surroundings a little bit.

The room itself was very much cluttered, and it seems that it was quickly made into a hospital room for Mikey. Apart from the bed and the oxygen tank, there seems to be many different robots and machines in the room, not to mention a van in this room. Please tell me I'm not in a laboratory of some kind. There was beeping in the room that he finally noticed, and looked over at its source. There was a computer with marks going up and down on it, and from it there were wires that were attached to Mikey's chest underneath…his shell. How did I not realize I was a turtle earlier? After examining it closer, he realized that they were merely sticking to his chest. Other than that, there was nothing in here of interest or that could help him get his memory back.

Relaxing in his bed, Mikey felt the soreness of his wounds all over his body. Looking down, his left leg seemed to be in a cast, despite the fact that Mikey was sure he didn't break it. Wraps went around other parts of his body like the arm and, according to the mirror, the head as well. Wow, I'm really in a mess. No wonder they didn't want me to get out of bed. Hearing Donnie come in, he put down the mirror but really did nothing as Don came in. Holding two bottles of water, Don urged Mikey to drink some water right away. Not wanting to appear as a liar, Mikey guzzled down the water and started sipping on the second bottle.

"Seems like you're really doing okay…I guess I'll leave to let you rest. I'll check in on you later to make sure nothing is wrong." Donnie smiled and left the room, leaving Mikey to himself once again.

Donatello seems good hearted…should I try to convince him that I have memory loss. That might not be a good idea, especially after what he said about it earlier. It wasn't like he was being mean, but maybe irritated? What about the others? Should I tell them? Should I tell anyone? ...No, it's for the best. Besides, they may be my enemies…but telling them I have memory loss wouldn't change my fate unless they wanted me to join them. I don't know…what should I do about this? I guess I have to sleep on it…

Mikey thought this as his eyelids slowly lowered, and decided it was okay to close them. Closing the lid to the water bottle, he put it beside him and relaxed his mind into an unconscious state.