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Chapter 4: What Happens Now?

Raphael entered the throne room to hooting and cheering from his brothers and the goblins, who had taken a shine to the teenage Turtles.

Michelangelo hugged his older brother. "Man, Raph, that was amazing! Most people who run this thing need between ten to thirteen hours. You nailed it in under five minutes!"

The erstwhile champion grimaced. "Yeah, well… I remembered a line, or something, where Sarah – if she was real…"

"She is," Jareth murmured.

"Well… she went one direction, and I remembered that a worm said that the other direction led straight to the castle." Raphael cocked his head. "No disrespect, Jareth, but it wasn't that hard."

The king smiled. "For one who is as skilled and observant as you are, my Labyrinth would not pose a challenge. Although I wonder what you would have made of the Fieries… No matter. Come – make yourselves comfortable and discuss the dreams you wish to come true."

All four Turtles sat in the pillow-lined pit directly in front of the throne and shared a glance. Leonardo started, "Raphael, while you were out, we had a bit of a con-fab, just thinking about various and sundry."

Donatello's purple bandana creased as he raised an eyebrow. "So you would have let me run, huh?"

Raphael gulped. "You heard that, huh?" He paused a second. "Don, you know I was just joshin'. But you normally do better with teamwork, when a real challenge comes up. This… puzzle was less complicated than your fiddly gadgets."

Jareth raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Leonardo nodded in approval as his younger brothers worked things out.

Donatello grinned. "Fair enough, I suppose. But about our wish… We were thinking of the one Michelangelo mentioned…"

"Nuh-uh! I am not wasting a once-in-a-lifetime wish on anchovies, pineapple, and escargot!"

Michelangelo giggled. "I didn't know you cared, or that you even overheard that one! No, no, no, Raphael. This one was way more intense than interesting pizza toppings!" He took a few moments to collect himself. "No, Raphael. The dream we discussed involved… looking human.

"I remember that time I ran into that mutagen that turned me into an average human. It was the most complicated few hours of my life, and we run into some weird stuff, in general. It's because the transformation took away my Turtle Power."

When Jareth cocked his head in confusion, Donatello clarified, "It took away his shell weight, muscle mass, and proportional strength." The king nodded in understanding.

Michelangelo continued. "So… I was a weak, uncoordinated mess. It was a total bummer.

"But here's the thing. What if… What if we wished for the ability to produce an illusion that we look like average humans – way stronger than that mutagen made me?"

Michelangelo shivered. "It wouldn't be for all the time. I love being a Turtle! But you know… Sometimes it might be nice to stroll through Times Square during daylight hours, or even… How cool would it be if Sensei could visit the Museum Mile without being stared at and screamed at?

"I'm proud of who and what we are. But it would be awesome to… look normal sometimes, just because we can."

Raphael raised his eyebrows. "That was profound, Mikey. And what do you guys say?"

Donatello and Leonardo nodded at each other. Leonardo said, "We are ready to agree, but we want to hear your thoughts on the matter."

Raphael's red bandana scrunched as he frowned in thought. "I guess… I could get behind that."

He looked up at Jareth, who was rolling a crystal sphere around his gloved fingers in complicated patterns. "Is it possible to get Master Splinter involved in our wish?"

"How very thoughtful and generous of you. Of course it's possible. It is your wish, and definitely within my power."

With a flick of his wrist, five crystal spheres appeared in the fae's hands. He pointed, and they floated, one to each Turtle but Raphael, who had two. "These crystals contain your dreams as you've stated them. When you hold them and keep them on your person, think of the image you wish to be. Your appearance will be human, in your own self-image. And the fifth, Raphael, is for your father.

"Go ahead and give it a try." Jareth conjured a mirror for them.

Michelangelo had bright red hair and dark blue eyes. "I'm a redhead again! I kinda liked my appearance that time, if I wouldn't have been so powerless."

Leonardo had raven-colored hair and light blue eyes. "I like how this works."

Donatello had blond hair and green eyes, and Raphael had brown hair and brown eyes.

Jareth smiled. "So that is how you see yourselves if you would have been human."

The oldest sibling stared at his five-fingered hands and grasped his left hand with his right. "But… I only feel three fingers on each hand."

Donatello shrugged. "Yeah, well… It's only an image. The Polo shirts and Dockers were a nice touch." Each boy appeared to wear dark slacks and shirts the color of their bandanas. The socks and tennis shoes were a bonus.

Michelangelo touched his head. "But the hair is real!"

Jareth chuckled. "Not precisely. But it will feel real enough."

Raphael gave the king a sober look. "Will Sensei's crystal make him look like he did while he was human?"

"Yes, dear boy. And when you tire of the illusion, concentrate on your natural form, and you shall return to normal."

Michelangelo smiled broadly. "Thanks, Jareth."

"It is my great pleasure. Now come. Let me give you a tour of the castle as the clock runs down."