Hey guys! :D
This is a story set in the 2012 TMNT-universe, following the original, finished storyline as fa as the 2012-parts go. However, this is also a story set in a 2012 TMNT version of the SAINW universe; I will make it clear during the story when we are in SAINW universe and the canon 2012 universe. Although, they will eventually blend together into one storyline. You'll get it when you read it :)
This story will focus on every single character involved, and I hope to keep them all in character :)
Although, it might turn a little SAINW!Mike and 2012!Donnie - centric :)
Then a disclaimer; I don't own TMNT (Nickelodeon does), I don't own Irrilia (she is an OC belonging to Myrling, you can find her on deviantart) and I don't own Dark Don. (He is a concept belonging to YAY Productions, found both here on and on deviantart)
These wonderful OCs was loaned to me for this story, and I hope to do them justice :D
I do, however, own Donna, my own OC. And I hope you will like her too :D
SAINW - universe:
Mike sighed deeply, throwing the empty bottle of vodka to the floor making it clink as it hit the raw concrete underneath him. He was sitting in the windowsill in the dimly lit storage room he had claimed as his own. Surrounded by ammunition and spare parts, he felt safe and shielded from the existence that he hated to so much. He turned away from his view of the base he had spent the last decade protecting, glancing at the door as he contemplated whether to go tear another training dummy to pieces or not. Or maybe one of his students with a bad attitude was a better choice… He concluded after a few seconds of alcohol infused pondering that he was done for the night. Sighing once again, he threw a longing look after what now had become a pile of empty bottles on the floor.
He knew this was a shitty way of dealing with the situation at hand, and as colonel Hamato, he was very much needed to take charge and figure out a way through this mess. Still, he had done nothing but taking charge and staying on top of the situation the past thirty years. Just to get this thrown in his face; compromising everything he had worked so hard to build, protect and keep from going under. In mere seconds, his and everybody he knows very existence was at stake, and there was so very little he could do to fix it. A simple genius move from his long lost brothers' hand, and everyone and everything he knew might just cease to exist, at any moment. They wouldn't even know what hit them. The whole concept of what had been done was too much for Mike to handle, and the result impossible to predict. What was he supposed to do..? How could he, knowing nothing more than his minors, guide them safely through this, guaranteeing that they would not suddenly lose everything they cared for? That possibly better future they all clung to, the very reason to live through each day in this hellhole, was suddenly not even a distanced possibility of something that might come true, but just another broken dream.
Everyone in Mike's position would panic and lose their mind just trying to wrap their head around what was going on at the moment. But he couldn't do that. He had no such luxury; too many were relying on him, to many trusted he would once again come up with some sort of plan.
Raising his one remaining hand to wipe the sudden moisture in his eyes away, he let out a single, desperate sob. How could he face them, the people who willingly followed his lead and put their lives on the line because they trusted him, and say he didn't know what to do..?
His trail of thought was suddenly interrupted, as the door he had been glancing at mere minutes ago was violently kicked open, revealing the muscular frame of his red clad older brother. He was fuming, with rage as usual, glaring intently at Mike with his one remaining eye; "The fuck is going on?!" Raph yelled at the top of his lungs, bewilderment and a hint of fear lacing his voice. Mike merely glanced tiredly at him, hoping that no signs of his sudden tears were visible. Jumping down from the wind sill, surprisingly steady on is feet considering the amounts of alcohol in his system, Mike made his way over to his brother. Standing as tall as Raph did, and outdoing him in muscle mass, Mike got up in Raphs face, an icy glare in his steel blue eyes and the smell of alcohol prominent as he spoke harshly; "Not your business." Raph faltered a little in surprise at his unforgiving tone or his reeking breath, Mike wasn't really sure, but used the opportunity to push past Raph and make his way down the dimly lit hallway leading to the headquarters heart. He didn't have time to feel sorry for himself, get lost in the abyss of his own mind, or deal with his annoyingly hot headed brother at the moment.
Mike heard Raph stomping after him, not any more at ease than a few seconds ago. "Hey!" Raph yelled behind him as he entered through the automatic sliding doors in the end of the corridor. "I Wasn't done talking to you!" Mike continued to ignore him, walking a little unsteady through the next room; the young soldiers target training at the indoor shooting range occasionally saluted him as he passed, obviously a little bewildered by the other turtle trailing him, yelling obscenities and giving death threats along the way. Mike was too absorbed by the thought of walking in a straight line, as the alcohol suddenly had caught up with him. It rarely happened anymore these days, but he couldn't really say he was surprised by the results after he had locked himself inside his storage room, pimping for what was probably hours.
Mike came to a sudden stop, Raph almost crashing into him from behind. They had reached the wing where only Mike and his closest companions, including the likes of April, Leatherhead and other of a certain status, was allowed. Entering the room where his most trusted people were gathered around the large table used to draw out tactics and positions before missions, he immediately attracted all of their attention. Mike gestured for Raph to take a seat with the others, as he himself stood at the end of the table. Looking offended as he threw his arms out in a confused gesture, Raph was obviously awaiting an explanation; "Just sit. Ill fill you in." Mike said, awaiting Raph's obedience before he continued. April smiled weakly at him as Raph joined them, and Raph responded with a confirming grunt. On the table, a mass of papers and blueprints were spread out, not necessarily with any relevance to what they were dealing with at the moment. It was a display of desperation, the tired and defeated looks on everybody's faces confirming the hopelessness of the situation.
Mike cleared his throat, and April instantly made her way over to him. Adjusting her faded yellow headband, and quickly dragging a hand through her short, grey hair, April tried to give the impression of renewed spirit; "Right! Now that Mike is back, we can continue the tactical conversation." She smiled with too much effort, trying to ignore the fact that Mike smelled of booze as she turned to him in anticipation. Mike merely nodded, glancing around the room as he tried to find the words he was looking for; "Right… As we all know by now, Don has made a rather bold move." Raph's angry voice once again interrupted him; "Understatement of the year!" Ignoring him, Mike continued; "He successfully made his way through our security systems, sneaking past every single guard on duty that night, and broke into the lab. So far, all we know is that Don made use of project…" Mike trailed of for a second as he fumbled with his belt and found a scrap of paper he had scribbled something on. "B-789-E" he finished.
Breaking the silence, Angel, one of his best people and captain of one of the more specialized companies, clarified; "The time machine." Raph rolled his eyes at Mike's use of the specific name for the project; "In case anyone was wondering." April stepped in, seeing that the room suddenly had gotten gloomier at the mention of what had gone down the night before; "No one is to blame for this. Don is a highly trained and skilful Ninja, impossible to detect if we do not suspect him. How he even retrieved the information about this project existing without us noticing someone entering the database, we don't know. Our technicians are working on it as we speak, and I'm sure we will find the leak." April had mentally beaten herself up for what had happened; had she not been away on a mission, she would have felt his presence immediately. He must have known she was out when he decided to break in.
Raph spoke up again, and stood up to further get his point across; "Isn't someone supposed to, oh I don't know, follow him maybe?! To stop him from destroying who-knows-what?! I mean, he wnet back through time! Even I know we are living of a limited time supply here; whatever he does can fuck up everything we have! Even if it ain't much…" Raph's outburst had left the room quite tense as everyone really thought about what this could possibly mean for all of them. "We need to track that son of a bitch down and beat him to a pulp. Ain't I right, Major O'Neil?" He turned to her with a spark in his eye, clearly expecting a need for revenge from her as well. "After all hes done to you. To all of us!" Once again fuelled by the need for bloodshed, Raph had found his voice, and it boomed in the small room. April had to give Raph some credit; he had obviously learned that it was no longer possible to push Mikey into pleasing Raph's violent ways as he had once been able to. Instead he tried to fire up under Aprils conflicting feelings and deep involvement in the matter; and it was a smart move. After all, she was one of the very few people left Mike trusted and respected, which opinion meant something to him. April met his gaze, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow; "We all lost something because of him Raph. But rushing head first into something without even knowing what his intentions are, can hardly be called a good plan."
Raph lost his sneer, replacing it with an almost smug grin; "Oh, I know exactly what he wants; He gonna kill us all before we get the chance to react. Of course he would take the opportunity to take down his own family when they are not suspecting anything. Heck, hell probably even try to convince them to trust him before he stabs them in the back. Like he usually does!" Raph almost laughed at the end of that sentence; "Am I really the only one to have ever met the guy..?" he said jokingly, turned to Mike in the process; "Or what do you say, fearless leader..?" The sarcasm was dripping as Raph spoke, trying to bring Mikey over the edge, pushing all his buttons. Mike merely ignored him, fumbling with the battered flask in his belt; he needed something to quickly clam down when Raph decided to go on an emotional rampage. Taking a big sip, Mike felt the familiar burn of vodka in his throat as he gulped it down. Putting the flask down, he looked over at his brother with an angry sneer on his lip; " I'm going after him myself."
Raph raised a brow, and the rest of the room fell silent. April turned to him, with a worried expression; "You cant just do that. You know, better than most, that Don is a force to be reckoned with. We need a strategy, a way to work out what he is trying to achieve." Mike nodded at her; "Yeah, but we are not like him; we are neither that deranged nor do we have brainpower to match his on this team. Seriously, the guy is a frickin' genius. An evil one, but y'know." Mike slurred a bit as he finished that sentence. " So, we need another Don. To be precise, we need a Donnie." Mike let the last sentence linger in the air, as he took another sip from his bottle. "I'm gonna find him; the old, I mean young, Donnie. If anyone can help me get into his mind, figure out what he's getting at, its him. Then ill track that disgraceful fucker down, drag him back and lock him up for ever." Mike smiled to himself; he always got the best ideas when he drank. Finally something that resembled a plan. The insecure faces around him kinda killed the buzz though; April broke the silence; "You need a team with you; our best people." April nodded at a rest of the trusted members of the board; most of the officers in the room lit up at that, already starting to strategize and plan for the mission after the Major O'Neil had finally given a direction to follow and things to do. Mike narrowed his eyes as he turned to her; "I'm. Going. Alone!" He said, putting pressure on each and every syllable. April scoffed at him; "That is nothing but reckless!" Mike pointed a finger at her, starting to lose his temper; "I'm goin alone. No discussion. I'm your superior!" April stared back at him, worry and anger clouding her mind; she hated when he used his rank to undermine her. She had known him for years, when he was still a freckled little shit without a care in the world, when he still enjoyed pizza and skateboarding instead of barking out orders and almost die in battle whenever possible.
As she was about to blow a fuse, a large hand suddenly weighed down on her shoulder; "I'll go with him." Raph said in an unusually calm voice. Mike frowned, but gave a short nod after a few seconds of consideration. "Fair enough. He is your brother too." Mike said carelessly, taking another sip of his flask as he walked back out the door on wobbly feet. "Sayonara suckers!" he yelled, a small, drunk chuckle escaping him on the way out. April sighed in defeat; Mike was such a great leader; when he wasn't drunk that was.
She once again turned her attention to the brother in red; "Take care of him, will you?" her voice sounded deflated, and t be honest she was. Lately, with the increased activity from Don, Mike had been drinking more than ever; she knew and understood why, but it was hard to run this resistance on her own, and whenever Mike decided to drink himself senseless, she was overrun with his responsibilities.
Raph smiled, softly this time, a hint of sadness to his voice; "Of course I will."
Thx for reading! :D Stay tuned for the next chapter; things are getting weirder! And we meet some new characters along the way :)