Author's Note: Good news all! Only about five days left until the release of TMNT on DVD! WOOHOO!! And even better news...the first real chapter! YAY! You'll find there's plenty of misunderstanding humor in one part that actually had me laughing! So...enjoy it! I'll try to get the next chapter written and posted soon.

Chapter One: "Is that possible?"

Donatello blinked a few times as he stared down into his microscope. He could not believe his eyes. All his life he never thought it was possible yet there he was with living proof that it was. It was actually pretty amazing, really. A scientific break-through that was forever going to change the four brothers lives. Silently he wondered how his younger brother would react. True Mikey had "matured" enough to get married but, was he mature enough to become a father?

Sitting back in his chair, Donatello smiled slightly. He was going to be an uncle! Hundreds of thoughts and questions began racing through his mind. Even though Gwen had been able to conceive, would she be able to carry it to term? What was the term for a baby that was going to be half human, half turtle? Would it be determined by human standards or turtle? What if it was somehow born in an egg? He and Gwen were going to have to try and figure out as much about it as they could and soon.

"Donnie? Can I come in?" a voice asked from his doorway. Donatello glanced over his shoulder and smiled as he saw his new sister-in-law standing there dressed in her Pajama's and her hair pulled up into a messy pony-tail. Since their return from their honeymoon, Michelangelo and Gwen hardly left each others sides, except for the nights when Leo forced Mike out onto patrol. On those nights, Gwen would usually hang out with Donatello or in her green house. It was one of those nights that Gwen had not been feeling well and Don had offered to run some non-evasive tests on her to find out why she hadn't been herself lately. Never once did it cross his mind that she could possibly be pregnant.

"Yeah, c'mon in. I was actually getting ready to come and find you." He answered, smiling as he cleared off one of his 'catch-all' chairs for her to sit down. Giving a weak smile, Gwen walked in and sat down, instantly pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She knew she should have been in bed asleep since she had to be to work in the morning, but she had to find out if Don had figured anything out yet. As Don sat back down, she saw the smile on his face and was more than just a little confused.

"So…anything?"

"Yeah, actually. I don't know how you two did it, but well, let's put it this way, if Mikey smoked cigars someone should go buy him one. You're pregnant." He watched as Gwen's face went from shock to disbelief to excitement in record time as she sat up straight in her chair.

"Are you serious? I…I'm pregnant? But, how? I mean…is that possible? I didn't think our DNA could mix like that."

"Apparently it's not so different after all. My theory is that when we mutated into what we are now and took on human characteristics and mannerisms that our ability to reproduce also mutated into a near human like state. However, just as with humans, the child inherits things from both parents. In this case it could be anything from our coloring down to being nearly all turtle. Of course it could be just the opposite and they could come out looking all human. I really am not sure on any of this. This is the one thing about us I've never been able to run any sort of test on until now. It's really very fascinating! I am going to have to run some more tests though and also find some way of rigging up an ultra-sound machine."

Gwen wasn't sure what to say or think. All her life she had never given much thought at becoming a mother, yet there she sat letting this news sink in. She bit her lip as she looked down at her tummy which was safely hidden behind her oversized PJ shirt. So that was why none of her blue jeans fit her anymore. Thinking back two months, she lifted her head to look back at Donatello.

"Just out of curiosity, how far along am I, or do you not know?"

"Well…I don't know for absolute certain, but given your change in mood, appetite, and clothing style I'd say in the area of four months or so. Once I get an ultra-sound machine up and running I'll be able to figure it out a little better. In the mean time, we have more pressing matters to try and figure out. I'd like to run a few more tests on you and possibly even try to get a small blood sample from the fetus if that's alright with you, just to find out a little more about what we're dealing with here." He answered, giving her a small smile as he moved from his work table over to a small refrigerator unit to produce a bottle of soda. As he headed back towards her, Gwen felt her smile increase and a sudden rush of joy wash through her.

"Whatever kind of help you need, you've got. Just…don't tell Mikey yet, I don't want to tell him until we know what's going on with this little one."

"It's a deal. Well, let's get to work then!"

Gwen and Donatello set about on their "secret experiment" to create a homemade ultra-sound machine and to do any form of test they could think of to try and determine the gender of the baby and give a closer guess as to its due date. No one really knew what the two were up to for those next few days, not even Gwen's closest friend Angela Miller who, like Gwen, had left her entire life behind her in Illinois to move to New York City so that Gwen could be with Michelangelo.

Mikey knew something had to be going on though, especially since most nights he fell asleep alone in bed and wake up the same way in the morning. It wasn't that he didn't trust his brother, or Gwen for that matter, it was just that it was starting to make him wonder why she was starting to spend more and more time with Donatello than with him. A few times he offered to help them with whatever it was they were doing, but both quickly silenced themselves and told him they didn't need any help and that he should go skateboard for awhile or practice his video games. That did not instill him with a lot of confidence about the two.

After nearly a week of his new wife sneaking off to do whatever it was she was doing with his own brother, Michelangelo decided it was time to either find out what was going on with them or flat out put a stop to it. Silently, Michelangelo moved from his bedroom and down into the living room to wait for Gwen to emerge from Donatello's lab. He had the feeling that one of them would come out sooner or later to get a drink or grab a bite to eat, and he was determined to be there waiting when they did. Finally, he saw a triangle of blue light appear on the floor and a shadow step into view. When he heard Gwen's quiet footsteps head for the kitchen, he stood and turned to face her.

"What'cha doin' Gwen?" He questioned his arms crossed over his plastron and his face looking as blank as he could make it. Gasping, Gwen spun around with a hand over her heart and eyes wide. She stared at him for a moment in confusion before taking a deep breath and forcing herself to smile.

"Hey baby! I was just going to get a drink and then I was actually gonna come up to get you. Donnie and I—"

"Yeah, I kinda wanted to talk to you about that." Mike said, cutting her off mid-sentence. Gwen knitted her eyebrows together in more confusion. It wasn't like Mikey to cut her off mid-sentence, nor was it like him to sound so sullen. Stepping up closer to him, she tilted her head to the side and absentmindedly wrapped her arms around her ever growing tummy.

"Wanted to talk to me about what, Mikey?"

"About you and Donnie. Look…I know what's goin' on, I mean, it's pretty obvious, isn't it?" He questioned, lowering his arms and shrugging. Fear and panic suddenly washed over Gwen. How had he figured out she was pregnant? She hadn't told anyone yet aside from Donnie and he had sworn not to tell Mike. Glancing down quickly, she gulped. She wasn't showing that badly yet. Am I? She asked herself before looking back up into Michelangelo's piercing blue eyes.

"Y-you do? It…it is?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, Gwen…I know I'm not nearly as smart as Donnie but I'm not exactly stupid either…well ok, I'm not as stupid as my brother's think I am anyways. And plus, I mean, the whole lair knows."

The color drained from Gwen's face at that and she slowly placed a hand on the wall behind her to keep from falling down. How could they all have figured it out? Donnie went out during the night to get the things he needed for the ultra-sound machine and Gwen made sure to wear extra baggy shirts to cover anything that might have become noticeable. Gulping hard, she felt her chest start to tighten. This wasn't supposed to be happening this way. She had it all planned out on how Mikey was supposed to find out. Of course, if this was how he was reacting to the news then maybe he wasn't as excited about it as she thought he would be.

"Oooh boy…look, Mikey, I…I was going to tell you, honest I was. I just, well, I just didn't know how and then—"

"Hey Gwen! I got it working! C'mon I think we should give it a try so that—oh, hi Mikey. Um…what are you doin' still awake?" Donatello asked as he skidded to a halt just outside his lab room door. Michelangelo turned his gaze to Donnie and felt a pang of betrayal in his chest. How could his own brother do that to him?

"Nothin'…I was just headin' up to bed…" He answered softly, the pain evident in his voice. Looking over at Gwen with his eye ridges knitted together, Donatello reached out and took Michelangelo's arm.

"Hey, wait a second Mikey. I think you might want to see this too."

"See what?" Mike questioned. Seeing his brother with his own girl was not exactly what he had planned on doing that night and when Donatello suggested that, Mike had to do everything within his power not to haul off and hit him. Gwen stepped up on his other side and placed her own hand on his shoulder gently. Normally that small gesture would lighten things up for him and make him feel better, that time though it made his gut wrench.

"Please Mikey? You don't have to stay long, just…please look once? And…and if you don't like it then…I…well…I don't know what I'll do but I'll think of something."

"I have the distinct feelin' I'm not going to like it." He muttered as the pair pulled him into the dim lab.

Glancing around, he was surprised to see that a small corner of the room had been set up to look nearly exactly like a hospital room. A bed with white sheets was in the corner next to some machines he had seen on TV that usually made annoying beeping sounds. Gwen released Mike's arm and headed for the bed while Don rushed off to fidget with some things before following her. He watched in horror as Gwen climbed up onto the bed, a huge smile plastered on her face. He felt himself blush a little as he remembered a time she used to do that with him. Unable to watch, Mike stood off a ways with his eyes clamped shut.

"Come here Mikey. You're not gonna see anything standing way back there." Donatello called from the corner before instructing Gwen to tug her shirt up some. Stomach dropping, Mike shook his head.

"That was kinda the plan." He answered back. Frowning some, Donatello moved over and pulled Mike by the arm, bringing him closer to Gwen's side.

"Now just stand there. Aren't you going to open your eyes?"

"I'd rather not." Gwen glanced up at her husband and frowned slightly as she saw his eyes still clamped tight. She bit her lip some before looking over at Donatello as he readied the machine.

"Ok…this is might be cold at first. It's supposed to warm on contact though so, hopefully it will." Donatello said as he began to spread the clear gel like liquid on her abdomen. Pressing her lips together to keep from giggling, Gwen glanced at the bottle and felt her eyes go wide.

"Um…Donnie? Do I even want to know how you managed to get your hands on that stuff?" Donatello's cheeks reddened slightly as he set the bottle down and spread the liquid across her stomach more. Glancing up at Mikey who looked about ready to cry, he shrugged and looked back at Gwen.

"I asked Casey to run out and get it. This thing won't work unless it's properly lubricated. Well, ok I suppose it could but it wouldn't be as good."

Michelangelo felt his blood begin to boil. The nerve of those two! Making him stand there and listen. Eyes still clamped shut; he forced the lump in his throat down as his fists tightened to the point of it being painful. Part of him wanted to run off and leave the two alone while the other part wanted to pummel Donatello's shell in with his nunchakus. He could feel his heart shattering into thousands of tiny pieces as he listened to them banter back and forth like it was nothing. It was quickly becoming more than he could handle.

"Ok…here goes nothing." He heard Donatello say. Gulping back the urge to scream, Mikey fought with all his might to keep his hands at his sides. He couldn't believe what they were doing, and with him still in the room. How could his own brother—quiet, shy, brainiac Donatello—get such a kick out of that form of torture?

"Is that it? Oh my goodness…Donnie…it's so big already." Gwen gasped, staring at the monitor screen lovingly. She watched as the little blob on the screen shifted and moved about causing them both to chuckle some.

"Yeah, it is. Oh hey…look at that! It looks like he's waving hello." Donatello chuckled as he watched the small one move about some more and what appeared to be an arm wiggle about in a strange wave like motion. Michelangelo felt a low growl escape his mouth as his eyes opened into narrow slits.

"Alright! That's it! A turtle can only take so much and you bro have gone beyond too much! And Gwen you—huh?" Opening his eyes completely, he stared blankly at his older brother and Gwen. Both were looking at him in confusion while the monitor still showed the ink-blot like picture moving around before him. He glanced down at Gwen's bare stomach and saw that Donatello still had the transducer probe pressed against her skin.

"Um…what's that?" He asked pointing up to the screen. Gwen looked at the screen and then back at him, her face looking more than a little confused.

"That? That's our baby, Mike."

Michelangelo stared at it in sheer amazement. There wasn't anything going on between them after all. At least, he hoped. Still, he couldn't help but watch as the tiny baby curled up a little and looked as if it had started to suck its thumb.

"Our what?"

"O-our baby. Mikey you said you knew about it already, why are you all of the sudden acting so surprised?" Gwen questioned, propping herself up on her elbows to get a better look at him. She could see his features soften tremendously and his shoulders drop as if a heavy burden had just been lifted. His blue eyes brightened back to their usual bright blue and the usually ever present smile return to his face as he looked back and forth between the three.

"Oh man! You mean you two aren't…um…that is…uh…"

"Aren't what, Mikey?" Donatello asked, wiping Gwen's stomach off before turning the machine off as well. He could see the redness creep into his brothers cheeks and suddenly knew what Mikey was thinking.

"Well it's just that…I mean…I thought that you guys were…and that is…um…" Gwen bit her lip to keep from smiling as she tugged her shirt back down over her rounding stomach and sat back up fully.

"That Donnie and I were foolin' around on you? Mikey, please…give us more credit than that. You know neither one of us could do something like that to you. He's just been helping me. Wait a second…so when you said you knew…you didn't really, did you? You thought you knew that Donnie and I…oh Mikey." Gwen laughed, hugging him tightly as he looked on in utter confusion. Michelangelo glanced over Gwen's shoulder to look at his brother who was smiling sheepishly. It was pretty silly of him to think that the two of them could be capable of such a thing.

"Wow so wait a second…y-you're gonna have a baby? Th-that means that I'm…I'm gonna be a dad? YAHOO!!!" He suddenly exclaimed, hugging Gwen up tightly in his arms as he spun her around. Gwen laughed more as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. That was more the reaction she was hoping to get from him. As he placed her back down safely on the ground, he bent his head ever so slightly and gave her the sweetest kiss he could.

"Heh…someone should tell Raph and Angie to cool-it or else." Donnie joked, turning off his machines and computer.

"Cool-it or else what?" A tired voice asked from the door. The three adults turned to face the voice and all couldn't help but smile. Angela stood in the door dressed in an oversized button up shirt, baggy shorts and her hair a total rumpled mess.

"Or else you could wind up pregnant like Gwen." Mikey laughed, smiling as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to his plastron. Angela looked between them both and then at Donatello who had a slightly smug smile plastered on his face. Knitting her eyebrows together, she pointed back at them.

"Is that possible?"