When he had calmed down and his legs didn't feel like gelatin, Raphael made his way back to the lair, trudging through the sewers with the knowledge that the spy-roach had done what was pretty much the unthinkable. He didn't even realize it was even possible for a cockroach to do that, though maybe, just maybe, Donatello would be able to explain.

And perhaps get it out of him before the thing hatched and did goodness-knew-what.

He didn't know how long he'd been gone, but everyone else was certainly awake. Leonardo had had his eyes practically glued to the TV and his favorite program, Space Heroes, until Raphael's entrance threw Leo's now worried gaze onto his brother. "Raph, what happened out there?"

"Whaddaya mean?" Clearly Raphael didn't notice the horrified look in his own eyes. "...How long was I out, Leo?"

Leonardo stood and approached him, eyeing him and putting a hand on his shoulder. "You look like you've seen a ghost. What happened?" The blue-masked turtle's face scrunched up some. "And what's that-" Raphael pushed him away and stepped back. "I'm fine, Leo."

"Raph, I'm not dumb. I know a lie when I hear it." Leonardo crossed his arms and gave his brother the same look his hero, Captain Ryan, gave crew members when they weren't being exactly truthful. What a dork, Raphael thought. Though he wouldn't deny there were some parts of the show he liked. "It can't possibly be that bad." The younger turtle shook his head and walked right past his brother, and towards Donnie's lab. "I said, I'm fine! I just need to talk to Donnie."

"About what?"

"About none of your business!"

Michelangelo looked up from his comics as Raphael disappeared into the lab. "Who spit on his pizza?"
"I dunno, Mikey. But something's definitely up, and you and I are gonna find out what."

Donatello's reaction to Raphael's story was one he both expected, and didn't. "The spy-roach did WHAT?!" Raph knew his little brother was a bit high-strung, but this was definitely one of his worse moments. "And the second most pressing question, why is it ALIVE?!"

"Do you think I know, Donnie? Does it even matter?" He could feel the thing sitting uncomfortably inside him, driving his final question out of his mouth. "Is there anyway to get it out? Before it... you know?"

"Possibly! The spy-roach is from a species of cockroaches that are ovoviviparous-" Seeing Raphael's confused look, he added, "-that means we can either get the egg out of you before it hatches, which is gonna be very, very risky, or we can wait it out. You see, ovoviviparous organisms develop as eggs and are born live. How the spy-roach managed to do what it did, I'll have to look into, because that's definitely not normal... But then again, anything's possible considering its mutation. I wouldn't recommend taking the risk associated with manually removing the egg, though. It'd either mean cutting through your plastron, or more fiber than any living thing should have their hands on. Either way it'll hurt, and I don't think I'm qualified to do surgery."

Raphael couldn't help but shudder at the second option. He had training to do, and one couldn't train while they were... Eugh. "I think I'll wait."

"Are you sure? I mean, it's probably the best option we've got, unless of course it decides to e-" With one glare from his brother, Donatello quickly closed his mouth. "Good idea."

The eldest and youngest turtles took a few good steps back away from the door, exchanging horrified looks.

"...Does this make us uncles?"

"Mikey. Shush."