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Chapter 6

C3 was incredibly bored. Her hosts were busy keeping the little ones busy (and fawning over them), so C3 thought it would best to give them time to get to know each other.

The lair was small, smaller than C3 imagined it would be. There was not much to do. She had already turned her brains to mush with the new discovery of the television and had no desire to watch the contraption for at least a week.

Instead, she decided to explore the remaining parts of the lair that she hadn't seen. The oldest, maskless turtle first wandered down the corridor where four strong, metal doors were. She timidly opened one of the doors and was met with the sight of a bedroom. A bedroom with about fifteen cans of "Kaput" bug spray on the headboard of the bed.

Raph's room, she thought, for she had newly been acquainted with Raphael's apparent katsaridaphobia. So, she guessed that the rest of the doors, since there were four, were the others' bedrooms.

Now, C3 was not a snoopy turtle, so she left the rooms, not wanting to pry into the private lives of her hosts. They would further inform her about their lives when they were ready.

Finding nothing interesting in that part of the lair, C3 silently moved towards an area that she hadn't seen anyone go near…except Master Splinter. This area was sectioned off by tan rice paper doors and had odd but beautiful drawings on them.

She shyly slid open the doors to the room, Dojo, she reminded herself. The turtle was surprised to see a growing and green tree in the center of the room, beneath a sewer grate. That and the myriad of weapons displayed on the walls.

One set of weapons caught her eyes, a simple bow and arrow.

C3 was always interested in things that looked innocent, so she picked the weapon up. She had recently seen a picture of an archer and, unconfidently mimicked the stance.

Now for something to shoot at… She looked around the room for any targets or sandbags, when she spotted them not too far away.

Dart targets. Perfect! She was a tad nervous, but told herself, it's easy. Nothing to worry about. Just pull, shoot, score….

So, after a long exhale, she let the arrow fly. Closing her eyes as it flew across the room.

It hit something, her ears registered.

Cautiously, she opened her tightly closed eyes….to see something she had not expected.

The arrow had landed right in the bulls-eye!

C3 smiled in victory, but her excitement was cut short as a small clap reached her ears.

Turning sharply, like a kid caught raiding the cookie jar, she muttered. "Dangit…" She bowed and lowered the bow. "M-Master Splinter, I'm so sorry. I didn't ruin anything, I'll put these back." She blubbered as she reluctantly ran and placed the weapons in their place of honor. But just as she was reaching up to place them there, a hand touched her shoulder.

"Show me that again, C3." The ninja master gently commanded.

Puzzled, the maskless turtle picked up the weapons and shot the target again, hitting the bulls-eye once more.

Splinter's eyebrows rose and he silently took the weapons from her, placing them on the wall and returning to his room, leaving a shocked, embarrassed and confused turtle in his wake.

"TEST RESULTS ARE IN!"

Donnie and D1 stood before the group of turtles. Master Splinter hung back by the Dojo, but was listening intently as his most intelligent son's test results.

"D1 and I have complied the results from the swabs of saliva we collected." Donnie began, smiling out over the blank stares of Mikey, M1 and M2. Raph frowned, ready to pound his brother if he didn't speed this up and keep the scienciness to a minimum. And from the look on R1 and R2's faces, they would join the red masked turtle. Leo sat calmly, listening with L2 in his lap and L1 beside him. C3 held D2 in her lap, listening intently.

Donnie lifted a piece of paper with a strange set of lines on it. "And from the results, we could only conclude with certainty that C3 is our biological sister."

C3 blinked and the smaller turtles bowed their heads.

"D-does that mean…y-you are gonna send us away?" L1 asked hesitantly.

"No! Definitely not." Donnie continued. "I wasn't done. The rest of your DNA has been altered in comparison to Mikey's, Raph's, Leo's, and mine, making you more genetically like children to a parent than as siblings."

"Uh….So…what does that mean? In English?" Mikey asked.

Donnie sighed, figuring out just how to say this. "It means...that, genetically speaking, Leo is L1 and L2's father. Raph is R1 and R2's father. I'm D1 and D2's father, and Mikey, you are M1 and M2's father."

"Wait…Who's a father?" A voice butted in from behind Donnie, causing the purple masked turtle's mask tails to stand on end. "And why are there more than four turtles in this room?"

April O'Neil was wandering through the sewer, on her way to see the turtles after a rough day at school. After a decent, and all together not uneventful Christmas break, school was a welcomed change. Though it meant that she wasn't able to spend a lot of time with the turtles.

Holding her books tight to her chest, she was trapped in her own thoughts. There had been a lot that had happened, though it was Karai's mutation and Raph's knowledge that the Kraang would be returning that weighed heavily on her mind.

Walking closer to the lair, she could hear voices, Donnie's in particularly.

"…And Mikey, you are M1 and M2's father."

What…? Was the thought that slipped into her mind as she jumped over the turnstiles and ran over to Donnie's side.

"Wait. Who's a father?" She blinked, seeing 9 more sets of eyes staring at her than she expected. "And why are there more than four turtles in this room?"

Donnie, whose eyes were still wide with shock, was unable to respond. Leo, seeing his brother's dilemma, stood, L2 still in his arms, and walked over to their human friend. "April, meet the clones. Clones, this is April O'Neil."

M1 in true Mikey style, stood and did two cartwheels over to April, landing in a kneeling position in front of her. "How do you do?"

April blinked at the smaller, maskless version of Mikey. "Uh…Hi. I'm doing good," She replied, feeling awkward. "Clones?"

Leo nodded. "Yeah. The Kraang got a hold of some of our DNA and made clones of us."

April blinked. "But…You've only known about the Kraang for just over a year…These guys look much older than that, especially that one." She points at C3.

C3, feeling challenged, stood up and gave D2 to R1, the look on her face said "Do you want me to come over there and give you a beat down?"

Leo, not wanting a fight to break out, turned to C3. "Calm down, Sis. She's a friendly."

"Sis?"

"Yeah. If you haven't noticed, I'm a girl." C3 responded snarkily, making Raph smirk proudly.

"O-okay then."

"It has to do with Time in Dimension X," Donnie, who finally regained control of his vocal cords, said. "It moves much faster there than here."

April raised an eyebrow. "How do you know that?"

"We went there." Mikey piped up. "We had to rescue Leatherhead!"

April blinked as she noticed the large alligator mutant sitting next to Mikey.

"And we had a….few tagalongs on our way home." Raph finished off the explanation.

"This is quite a lot more than a few, Raph." April replied as she smiled at L2, who was staring at her.

L2 looked back at Leo, then April, as if comparing appearances, noting that there was definitely a difference between the two teens.

"Yes, L2, she does look different." Leo said, explaining to the baby.

"L2? You named them numbers and letters?" April demanded.

Leo blinked, now the one stuck in shock.

"No! They came with those names!" Mikey covered.

"The Kraang gave them to us." M1, still kneeling in front of April, said.

"Well, you can't keep them." She narrowed her eyes. "Particularly if the Kraang gave you those. You all need real names."

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