A/n Alright everyone welcome to the next installment of my story "Forever Changed" As you all know this story is very AU so there's that. Also this is a sequel/prequel meaning it will be telling the past of the Hamato family. Like how Splinter and Miwa came to find the turtles and Shinigami and her father's part in that. It will also focus on the present as well but I'll be sure and let you know which is which so there's no confusion. That being said I'd like to add I don't own TMNT or its characters Mr Eastman and Mr Laird do. Enjoy.

Forever Changed 2: How We Came to Be

Ch 1 Adjustments

Donatello awoke with a start. The brown eyed turtle tried to sit up but a stabbing pain in his shell prevented him from doing so. "Ugh this sucks," he muttered, trying to turn to his side. But once again the stabbing pain in his shell prevented him from moving. "Damn shell," Donatello muttered, as the frustration set in. The genius turtle tried once again to move. And this time he was successful. Only he moved more than he wanted to and ended up falling out of bed. Donatello cried out in pain as he hit the floor hard. Suddenly the door to his room flew open and Raphael came running in and knelt beside his brother.

"Donnie you ok?" the red masked turtle asked, looking at Donatello with concern.

"I fell out of bed," came the soft, slightly embarrassed response.

"Yeah I can see that," Raphael said as he carefully helped Donatello back into bed and covered him up.

"What happened?" a concerned voice asked. Raphael looked and saw Leonardo standing there with Miwa, Michelangelo and Splinter right behind him.

"Donnie fell out of bed," Raphael explained. "But don't worry I got 'im. Y'all go back to sleep."

"Are you alright Donatello?" Splinter asked, sitting on the edge of his second youngest son's bed.

"Yeah I'm fine Sensei," Donatello said with a sigh. "Just really embarrassed."

"Dude I fall out of bed like all the time," Michelangelo said, trying to lighten the mood. "And I'm not even hurt. No need to be embarrassed."

"I just get so damn frustrated," Donatello said, not making eye contact. "I mean I can't even move without either falling out of bed or causing myself pain. I just wish this stupid shell would heal already!" By now Donatello was getting more and more agitated and he balled his fists up unintentionally.

"Donnie these things take time to heal," Miwa said, putting a calming hand on her brother's shoulder. "You of all people should know this."

"Yeah I know Miwa," Donatello said with a sigh. "But its been almost five months since I got attacked and I feel like my shell isn't healing like it should."

"Donnie you almost died," Raphael said, as if his brother needed a reminder. "Hell you were technically dead for two of those months. I think the fact that you're talkin' to us right now and not from the other side is sayin' a Hell of a lot."

"Raph's right," Leonardo chimed in, causing his family to look at him. "Yeah I know I don't say that a lot," the blue masked turtle said with a small smile. "But its true. You're lucky to be alive Donnie. And I don't think you should push yourself. That could cause a set back."

"Your brothers are right Donatello," Splinter said in his kind caring way. "You must not put so much pressure on yourself my son. I have checked the progress of you shell as have Dr Rockwell. It is healing just fine."

"Could we talk in the morning?" Donatello asked with a tired sigh. "I'm pretty beat."

"Sure Donnie we'll leave ya alone," Raphael said as he and his family got up to leave.

"Sleep well Donnie," Miwa said as she kissed Donatello's head and left, shutting the door behind her.

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The next morning Miwa's good friend, Shinigami, had arrived along with April and Casey to walk with Miwa to school. After bidding the rest of the group goodbye the four teens left. "Well I say we head for the dojo for some training," Leonardo suggested.

"Ah man," Michelangelo grumbled, doing a facepalm. "Leo we already did our morning training. For like 3 hours remember?"

"Still I doesn't hurt to get more practice in," Leonardo declared.

"Yeah have fun with that," Raphael said, going into the living room and sitting on the couch. Michelangelo followed suit and grabbed the TV remote and turned the TV on. Leonardo let out a sigh and shook his head as he headed for the dojo.

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While his brothers were discussing their training Donatello was getting more and more frustrated. "I hate this," the purple masked turtle grumble. "This is so stupid laying here staring at the ceiling. I've gotta get out of here." With these thought Donatello began to sit up. Despite the pain he felt in his shell the gap toothed turtle managed to get himself into an upright position. "Ok lets do this," Donatello muttered as he pulled back the covers and began to swing his legs over the side. "Ah that hurts!" he grumbled, trying his best not to cry out. After what seamed like forever Donatello finally managed to get his legs over the side of his bed. "Whew that took longer than I thought," he breathed, wiping the sweat off his head. "Ok time to stand." But before he could even get his feet on the ground he heard a voice say, "May I ask what you think you're doing?" Donatello looked up and saw Dr. Rockwell standing there with Leatherhead right behind him.

"Hey guys," Donatello said with a sheepish grin. "I was just..."

"Yes we saw what you were just doing," Dr. Rockwell said, his voice having a hint of annoyance to it.

"It would not be wise for you to try to walk my friend," Leatherhead said gently.

"I have to get out of here," Donatello declared. "I'm going stir crazy just laying here staring at the ceiling! I've gotta get out!"

"Perhaps we can arrange that," Dr. Rockwell said, exchanging looks with Leatherhead. Leatherhead nodded and walked towards Donatello and picked him up.

"Hey!" Donatello protested. "I would prefer it if I walked."

"Sorry my friend," Leatherhead said. "But your shell isn't healed enough to allow you to walk just yet."

"Well can you at least take me to my lab?" Donatello asked. "I've been wanting to work on some things."

"Donatello you mustn't rush into things," Dr. Rockwell said.

"I don't think five months is rushing into things," Donatello said with annoyance. "But can I go to my lab or not?" It was unusual for Donatello to snap at people but being cooped up for the last five months was really beginning to take its toll.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt," Dr Rockwell said as they entered Donatello's lab. Once inside Leatherhead placed the genius turtle on on of the tables that was inside.

"Now this is more like it," Donatello said with a smile as Dr Rockwell and Leatherhead positioned pillows behind Donatello so he could sit up. Leatherhead pushed one of the table in front and loaded it with supplies. "Just hand me what I need please," Donatello said, his brown eyes sparkling with anticipation of getting back to work. With that the trio of geniuses began to work.

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A few of hours later the lab door opened and Miwa and Shinigami came in. When the two girls saw Donatello there their eyes went wide with surprise. "Donnie glad to see you up," Shinigami said with a smile.

"Glad to be up Shini," Donatello said with a smile. Just then Splinter came into the room along with Leonardo, Michelangelo and Raphael

"Donnie what are ya doin' out of bed?" Raphael demanded, going up to his younger brother looking none to happy.

"Raph relax will you?" Donatello said, rolling his brown eyes. "Doc said I could be out here."

"Well ya look terrible," Raphael declared. "You're all pale and shit. I think you oughta go back to bed."

"Raph I'm fine," Donatello said, once again rolling his eyes. "I just needed to get back to some normalcy."

"Raphael I can assure you that Leatherhead and I haven't left his side," Dr Rockwell said.

"Raph I think you might be overreacting," Leonardo said.

"Ugh I can't believe you people!" Raphael exclaimed. "Sensei help me out here! Tell Donnie he should be in bed. He can't even sit up on his own. He's gonna ware himself out and have a relapse!"

"Raphael I do not think Dr Rockwell and Leatherhead would let Donatello do anything that would harm him," Splinter said. "And I do not blame Donatello for wanting to get out of his room."

"Yeah it must be like super boring being in there all the time," Michelangelo said, going to stand next to his directly older brother. "But seriously D please don't overdo it."

"Mikey don't worry about me," Donatello said with a smile. "I promise I won't overdo it."

"Damn right ya won't," Raphael growled. "Cause you're goin' back to bed right now!" Without waiting for a response Raphael picked up Donatello and carried him out of the room.

"Raph put me down!" Donatello protested. "I wasn't finished! I still need to put the final piece on the Shell Raiser's engine!"

"The Doc and Leatherhead can finish!" Raphael cried out as he put Donatello back into his bed. "And don't you move!" the red masked turtle commanded. "I won't risk you havin' a set back and goin' back into a coma! And if you even think about movin' I swear I'm gonna tie you to the bed!" Without waiting for a response Raphael slammed the door behind him leaving a speechless Donatello behind.

A/N Alrighty then ch 1 complete. Hope you all liked it. Let me know in a review please.