Authors notes- I don't own the TMNT, just my own character. Sorry, correction, characters. –Wink-

New story anyone? -Grins-

Picking up on the arc where Drako and the Daimyo's son throw everybody across time and space, you know where Leo, Raph, Don and Mikey are, but that just leaves poor old Karm.

Oh, and keep this in mind for this story.

"It has been said something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world." – The Chaos Theory.

Reality or surreality?

My shell hits hard against something solid and wet. I curse out, my body still tingling and shivering from my fall. 'Real kunoichi- like Karm.' I cringe slightly.

'Drako… and the Daimyo's son.' I remember. 'They appeared in the Lair with the Time Sceptre… some shit about controlling time and space, heh, nice one genius'.'

I grin slightly upon recognising the sewer tunnels, quickly overthrown by a second glance.

'Something's not right.'

Glancing up, I see the huge cracks branching out in the tunnel roof.

'Maybe just an old section of the sewers...'

I glance around again.

'What have I got to lose?'

Stretching my back, the vertebrae crack into place, easing the tension in my spine but it does nothing to urge the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach away. I start along the tunnel, checking my tessen in my belt and tightening my mask.

'I don't understand, Drako and the Daimyo's son said they controlled time and space, but this isn't a different time or place, I was just in a different location of my home. They must be as bad with the Time Sceptre as Renet.'

I wince in my head at the thought of the girl who, to be polite, grates on my last nerves.

'If I ever get that ditsy, it's looking to be Jigai for me… Maybe that was a bit harsh, Renet isn't that bad, right?… That's right, nobody's here to reassure me.'

With a shake of my head, as if to shake away the thoughts, I carry on, quickening my pace. The tunnels are eerily quiet.

'I never thought this day would come… the day I welcomed even a hyperactive Michelangelo as company. Something is definitely wrong.'

Dead end. I grin broadly, reaching for the wall of pipes, spinning a small wheel high up, turning two levers on opposite sides and pulling a pipe. A keypad pops out, but instead of the familiar keys, a sheet of illuminated glass in its place.

"FINGERPRINT." The keypad announces.

With a quirk of my eyeridge, I place my index finger on it.

"Initialising…"

After a few moments, I consider trying my thumb instead, when another message pops up on screen.

"Welcome home, Karma."

I blink. The wall shudders open, revealing our terracotta and turquoise home, looking no different.

'Donny must have just been working on it top-secretly, right?… RIGHT?!'

My stomach twists painfully.

"Hello? Is that you Leo?"

As I step in, a very familiar voice calls out, and I break into a grin, my stomach easing.

"Sorry to disappoint Donny-boy, just li'l ol' me."

Anticipating my welcome, I glance back to see the wall shudder shut behind me.

CRASH.

I jolt my head back around, slightly startled.

"Karm?"

Stepping forward, I watch as an olive skinned turtle steps from an old subway cart. My grin fades.

"Don…?" My voice comes out as a choked squeak.

Donatello, standing before me, goggles pulled up onto his head, peers at me through a trademark purple mask. His brown eyes look dull, his posture slumped slightly, making him seem less tall, and as I take in his figure I understand why. He leans upon a jo staff, the end he grips wrapped with purple fabric, his left leg bent slightly awkwardly. My eyes dance between his pained expression, and his left leg, adorned with deep, emerald scars descending down from his thigh to his shin.

"Don…" I breathe, unable to comprehend the sight.

"Hey Don, is Leo back?" The words from the stairs pull both mine and my brother's attentions away from each other.

Michelangelo stands on the stairs, half way through his descent, his face pulled into a rare frown. His blue eyes look at me, without a hint of the sparkle he normally carries in them, and his face unable to break out into his trademark grin.

"What… What is this?"

"Shouldn't we be asking you that? Who are you?" Mikey says defensively.

"Mikey," I choke out, "It's me, Karmy… your li'l sis."

"But it can't be, you… you…" Donny can't seem to finish his sentence, grimacing from the obvious pain in his left leg.

"Don." Mikey says sternly, quickly finishing the last few flights of stairs easily and rushing past me to aid his brother.

"I can stand." Don says, a little stronger than he seems.

Running a hand through my tousled hair, I close my eyes.

'A dream, I hit my head, I'm unconscious, that's all this is, this isn't true.' I grit my teeth.

"Don, just sit-"

"I'm fine!" The purple banded turtle snaps, sounding tired.

I open my eyes to look towards him. Carefully, jerkily, he creeps forward, Mikey edging behind him. Don stands merely inches away, searching my eyes.

"My favourite food, what is it?"

"Don-"

"What is it?" Don reiterates.

I breathe out slowly, chuckling slightly to myself.

"'I eat only when I must, some things are too important to be interrupted for such simple things as food. Newton never stopped to consider the apple that fell as food, he looked at it scientifically… but, sister, if you are to hound me to eat, you can make me my favourite meal… a simple bowl of pasta.'"

Mikey's frown deepens.

"You have a favourite meal?"

Don says nothing, only searches my eyes deeper.

"Sister," he smiles, opening his arm to offer a hug, "I'm sorry I doubted you."

"And Donatello, I'm sorry I hardly recognised you." I fall into his arms, head resting on his plastron.

"I-…" Mikey starts as we break away.

"I'm not entirely sure how you're here… but, I'm glad you are." Don smiles tiredly.

"Long story, involving the Time Sceptre." I grin, then notice how neither brother understands. "Where… where am I?!"

"I think the question is 'when' are you?"

"Dudette, you look like… 20 or something."

"16 actually, soon to be 17."

Mikey and Donny exchange surprised glances.

"Wow… we're 38." Mikey rubs the back of his neck. "Dude, I feel OLD!"

'That's my Mikey.' I smile to myself.

"So, this is the future huh?"

"Do you feel like Marty McFly?" Mikey grins.

"I haven't been back to the future Mikey." I punch his arm playfully.

Don looks down at me, smiling tenderly when his eyes drift up, his expression changing, Mikey doing the same moments later. Confused, I turn around and hold my breath.

He stands just outside the dojo, katana drawn and chest still heaving from exertion. His brown eyes meet with mine, brow furrowed into a frown as he sheathes his katana. Looking at me quizzically, he steps forward, tilting his head slightly.

"Sorry… I'm not sure I know you…"

I step back, a little startled by his voice.

"…I don't think I know you either."

We both step forwardly timidly, examining each other closer, eyes drifting over each other. I notice how he doesn't wear a ninja mask. I turn around to Mikey and Donny, about to question them, when the Lair door opens. Brown eyes meet with mine, the streak of blue surrounding them giving him away.

"Leo?"

"Karm?" He looks thoroughly bewildered, and a little annoyed.

"Then…" I turn to face the other turtle. "Who are you?"

"I'm Yoshi." He announces, looking quizzically over to Leo for a second. "Who are you?"

"I'm Karma…" I eye him up, and his expression changes.

"Karma?"

He steps closer, looking straight into my eyes.

"What is this, an interrogation?" I chuckle slightly as I turn back to Mikey and Don, rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

"Innen."

I spin around to Yoshi.

"Innen? My Japanese name?"

"…Mom?!"

Yoshi's jaw drops. I find myself unable to form words. When I finally manage to express my confusion, it comes out as one single word.

"Fuck."