This got deleted when I was partly done, so, that's nice. Not exactly SAINW, cuz I cried when I wrote something for that already and I cried with every chapter. But one of the turtles will be in the future and seeing what happened when he wasn't there. So, enjoy!

Rated T for language and sad

2003'verse

Enjoy!

He woke up in an alley. He knew it was the alley next to April's apartment, because it had that same marking on the building that no one except him and his brothers noticed.

But it looked... cleaner?

Rubbing his head, he stood up, looking around. He sighed and went to a rooftop. It was daytime, so he couldn't be spotted.

What he saw shocked him. There were aliens, mutants, such as Triceratons and D'Hoonibbians, and Utroms, to name a few. He couldn't place a lot of them. Some of Jhanna's race were among them, he was sure.

"LH?!"

He jumped down the fire escape and hastily made his way to his old friend. The crocodile seemed to have hardly aged, but there were distinct differences. "My friend?!" the crocodile asked, breaking out into a grin. "It has been so long!" he exclaimed, giving the ninja a bone-crushing hug. "We thought you dead!"

"Um - can't - BREATHE!"

LH smiled sheepishly. "Come. We shall go to my apartment. We have much to talk about."

As the walked, the turtle whistled. "No kiddin', man. How are there aliens and mutants walkin' around the streets without guys like Bishop or the government kidnappin' them and experimenting on them?!"

"There was a law passed, by Bishop himself, actually. All humanoid mutants could walk freely, along with non-hostile aliens, in the streets. Anyone with hostile feelings toward the mutants or aliens are to take it up with the Utrom High Council, who are in charge of the prisons and those who cannot find their place on the Earth."

They reached the small yet luxurious pad, and the turtle whistled again. "Man, LH! How'd you get this?!"

"I have received a few degrees in colleges and gotten a job in Jones Tech.* They pay well."

The ninja smiled and sat on the three cushion couch, looking at the two love-seats across from it. "Man, LH! Ya got kids and a lady?" he asked, raising his eyebrows up and down with a big grin.

LH blushed as he poured some quick tea, and the ninja realized he had voiced the command to a machine and had gotten it. "Cool!" the ninja smiled.

"No, I do not have 'a lady', my friend. I have guests sometimes, such as April and Casey and 7-year-old Shadow Jones, and-"

"April and Casey are married?! Awesome! I knew it!"

LH sighed with a fond smile. "And your brothers sometimes visit me, as well. And then there is Professor Honeycutt-"

"Wait, how are my brothers doing? Raph's probably in prison, right? How about Leo? He has his own dojo?"

"Let me rephrase that, my friend: one of your brothers visits my apartment. Donatello."

Mikey nearly dropped his cup, his hands shook so hard. "W-What? What about Raph and Leo?"

"Donatello works at Jones Tech with me and April; he is married to Jhanna. I believe you have met her."

"And Raph?"

"Raphael has gone the wrong way, I'm afraid. He is now leader of the Black Chains, a name he did not pick, I assure you. They are a gang of... well, basically, they are dishonorable ninja, mare ruthless than the Foot Clan, doing things such as using guns. I do see him sometimes, but it is mostly to release him from prison."

"Man. Welp, I knew it. And Leo?"

Leatherhead sighed. "You have been gone for 15 years, my friend. Much has transpired."

"AND?!"

"Your brother is in a mental asylum, Michelangelo."

Mikey dropped his cup this time, hardly hearing the shatter as it spread all over the room quite rudely. "Wh- Huh..."

Leatherhead sighed again. "Clean, computer."

"Yes, Leatherhead," a robotic voice answered back. Out of a little compartment in the wall, a small vacuum started cleaning up the cup parts.

"H-How?" Mikey finally manage to ask. "Leo's the most level-headed, sane guy I know. What could possibly have happened between him and Raph this time that he as put into a mental asylum?" he continued shakily, tear making their way into his eyes.

"A few days before you disappeared, Donatello told me, Leonardo and Raphael had a very bad argument. There were hateful words exchanged, all out of anger, and Raphael stormed out."

Mikey was starting to put the fuzzy puzzle pieces together.

"And then you came out and asked him-"

"If he wanted to sparwith me..." Mikey muttered.

"He declined heatedly, going so far as to shove you. You stormed to your room, and you were a bit cold to your brothers for the next few days, not even talking to Leonardo. He blamed - and still blames - himself for your disappearance, Michelangelo, and went insane in his guilt. Donatello was finally forced to put him in a white, padded room to keep him from hurting others or himself. He is able to leave whenever he wants, but he chooses not to," LH finished.

Mikey buried his face in his hands. "I didn't mean to. I went out to blow off some steam at April's and ended up getting pushed into... something, in the alley, and then I woke up to all of this!" he exclaimed, sweeping his arms around himself. "I was gonna come back the next morning!

"...Where can I find them?!"

Mikey made his way into Jones Tech, using the address Leatherhead had given him, and looked at Casey, who was at the front desk. "Case?"

The bored-looking man looked up, and a big grin split his face. "Mikey?! Oh, man, it's been 15 years!" he exclaimed, disregarding his post and giving Mikey yet another bone-crushing hug.

"Casey... I like... breathing..."

Casey let his old friend go. "Man, Mike! Where ya been? It's been a decade and a half!"

"I don't know, Casey. I really need to talk to Don, though. Can you tell me how to get to him?"

"Uh, yeah. If ya had chucks, I'd have ta take 'em offa ya, but..."

Mikey felt his belt. "No surprise there. C'mon! From what I've heard, I haven't seen my brother in 15 years!"

"Awright, awright!" Casey pressed a button. "Visitor for Hamato." The elevator opened, and Mikey strolled in, giving Casey a smile as the door closed.

The sea-green turtle was surprised at how high the elevator could go. And so fast! He was at the top floor in less than ten seconds!

When the door opened, he smiled at his brother, who glanced at him for a split second, then did a double-take. "Mike?!"

The younger turtle smiled. "Hey, bro. How's it been?"

Don shot up from his work and gave his brother a big hug. "Too... many... hugs!" Mikey choked out.

Don released him, a big, goofy grin on his face, the big glasses on his eyes weren't helping Mikey stifle his laugh. "Dude! What up with the glasses?!"

"Too much staring at a computer screen after YOU disappeared! Where the hell have you been, Mikey? We were worried sick!"

"I heard. Raph's leading a gang now?"

Don bit his lip, turning away. "You heard about the guys?"

"Hell yeah! What's up with that?!"

Don crossed his arms unconsciously, looking at his invention. "They snapped, I guess. You're the glue that keeps us together, bro. When you disappeared, we were all hurt deeply. But the past is past, and you're back!"

"That's the problem, Don. I need to get back to my time. This," he gestured to his note-card with asylum and old warehouse addresses, "can't happen! I'm fine with us being able to walk the streets - thrilled! - but Leo can't be in an asylum and Raph can't run a bunch of ninjas with guns! I need to get back!"

"Well, if you want to get home, we need to know how you got here-"

"Mikey!"

"I need to breathe!" Mikey exclaimed as April ran up to him. April gave him a light hug at the warning, and Mikey hugged her back with a smile. "Hey, April Jones," he teased.

April smiled. "Yep. You heard?"

"LH told me."

April nodded, and then frowned. She grabbed Mikey's shoulders. "You've been gone for 15 years!"

"I've been trying to figure that out, Ape. From what I can hardly remember, I was in a fight with a couple of Bishops lackeys in the alley next to your apartment, and then they pushed me into this weird blue thing. It's fuzzy."

"Does a shape come up?" Don asked, taking out his enlarged Shell Cell and ready to type.

"...Circle...?"

"Probably some kind of portal. Bishop is still in charge of EPF, so you need permission to speak with him. I think he and Raph are good buddies, more than likely because Raph is pretty much his lapdog."

"Wh-Huh?" Mikey asked with a frown.

"Raph and Bishop made some kind of agreement about a decade back. Bishop makes sure mutants and aliens can walk the street and stops experimenting on living things, and Raph gets him any supplies he needs for his still-going experiments and I'm pretty sure he's got a cocaine addiction. But you didn't hear that from me," April explained, putting her hands up after the last sentence.

"...I need to talk to Raph. Now. It's been great seeing you guys, but I need to see the guys. Bye!" Mikey waved and left, leaving Don and April to glance concernedly at each other.

"Yo, boss. Ya got a visitor. asked ta personally see ya."

Raph looked up from his computer. He was searching for a certain hard to find chemical for Bishop. He snarled and turned around. "Make it quick."

Mikey smiled. "Hey bro. Been a while, huh?"

Raph did a double-take. "Mikey?!"

Mikey didn't even try to breathe as Raph squeezed him as tightly as he was sure was possible. "You got big," he stated simply when Raph let go.

"Mikey, it's been 15 years! Where ya been?!"

The gang member that had escorted Mikey in shuffled out, keeping others out as well.

"Listen Raph, I don't know where I was. I fell into a weird thing in April's alley and ended up 15 years in the future. After you I'm visiting Leo to see what the hell exactly is wrong with him?" the orange-clad yelled/demanded, confusing himself at the sentence switch momentarily.

Raph growled and poked his plastron. "Don't ya eva mention dat bastard in front'a me," he hissed lowly; threateningly.

Mikey gulped. He nodded shakily.

Raph sighed, stepping back a little bit. "I'm sorry, Mike. My anga's a little harda ta control now," he apologized.

Mikey glanced at the floor, and saw a needle laying next to a discarded but non-damaged Shell Cell. "No wonder." He reached down, picking one up. "You're on steroids!"

The now 6-foot turtle swiped the needle back. "It dun matta! Masta Splinta ain't here ta tell me not ta!"

The orange-clad ninja gasped. "Where's Master Splinter?" he asked in a voice little more than a squeak.

Raph sighed, hanging his head. "He died'a pneumonia about a year afta ya disappeared. He died peacefully."

Mikey choked out a sob. "N-No!"

"I'm sorry, Mike," Raph sighed, giving his brother a more gentle hug, trying to be comforting.

Mike fell to his knees, falling from Raph's grip as he sobbed into his hands. "M-Master Splinter!" he cried.

After Mike had finally calmed down, he bid his brother goodbye and left, wiping his eyes to clear them of any evidence of his crying. He caught a bus with some borrowed money from LH and got off a few blocks from the asylum. He was glad that the city itself still had the same street names.

He walked quietly into the asylum. He met a green female alien with red, stuck up hair. "State your business," she said boredly.

"I wish to visit my brother, Leonardo," Mikey said as formally as he could.

"Please sign these papers and state your name so I can print you a tag," she handed the ninja some papers, and Mike sighed.

"I hate paperwork..."

When he was finally done with the homework, as he'd thought of it, he had the tag pinned to his belt and walked to the room he'd been directed to. He looked in the small window in the unlocked door and saw a figure a few feet form the corner of the room, shell facing him, Shell Cell discarded in the other corner. He cautiously opened the door, but the turtle before him didn't respond.

"Leo? It's me, your brother," Mikey said in a normal, non-threatening tone.

"No...such...thing," Leo muttered.

(BTW, this is kinda based off of a Teen Titans episode: How Long is Forever?)

"Please, bro, I-"

"Just another figment..." Leo said, still not moving. 'Don't even look. Maybe it'll go away..."

"C'mon bro, listen to me!" Mike tried again. "I'm her 'cuz-"

"He's never coming back!" Leo screamed at...something. "Go away!"

He walked away quickly from Mikey. "It has to go away... Just like he did before. Just like all the others..."

Mikey gulped. "Your mind." He approached his brother slowly. "Without any light in your life you must have-"

Next thing he knew, Leo was on top of him, hands wrapped around his throat. He glared down at him with crazed, unseeing eyes. "Get... out... of my... head," he hissed threateningly.

"It's me, Leo," Mikey tried against hope, but Leo squeezed harder, making Mikey gasped for breath.

"L-Leave..." Leo said in a shaky voice unnatural to his usually calm and sane demeanor in Mikey's eyes.

"O-OK, Leo," the latter rasped, lips turning blue.

Leo let go, mask-less eyes scanning him still as he stood up. He turned away from Mikey and sighed, arms crossed.

Mikey bit his lip and left, tears streaming down his face silently.

He needed to get back to his time.

Now.

(*April is married to Casey so I don't get why it'd be called O'Neil Tech!)

I'll leave it there. I just wanted to tamper with what would happen to his brothers without him there under the already tense conditions. If there is popular demand, there will be another chapter, but for now, it will stay a One-Shot. I have other stories to work on, y'know! But, who cares? Review, rant, flame, so all that so I have more persuasion to write! :)

Shadow