A/N: Hiya! So this is the chapter that Ciel0307 helped me with. Be sure to check out his story "Fandom Machine" updates may be slow, but the story is awesome!

Chapter 11

Once the van stopped, I bolted out and ran to the elevator that led to the entrance to the lair. Everyone followed me in and the doors shut. My foot tapped on the floor in anticipation as the gears whirred, making the elevator descend. The large doors opened moments later and I rushed through the doorway. Where was Yoshi? The lab. I took a step forward, but was yanked back by Leo and Raphael. Shooting them a glare, I pulled away from them, but their grip was tight.

"Let me see him." I tugged again as Donnie and Donatello raced past me. Panic bubbled in my throat, and I became more frantic. "Let me go!" I shouted as frustration burst from me. "I can help! I can help! I can help him!"

"Leo, get her out of here." Leonardo told Leo from the lab door.

"No." Something didn't feel right. As soon as Raphael's grip left me, I turned to Leo. Grasping his harness, I looked up to him pleading. "Let me help him. I can heal, remember?"

Sadness coated his eyes and he looked away. "It's for the better."

What? What does that mean? I shoved him again, sobbing, trying to get away from him. How could he? Refusing the chance to heal our son! Suddenly, I couldn't move. A light prick hit my shoulder and everything got fuzzy. Did he just use a tranquilizer on me? He was so going to get it when I wake up!

"It's for the better, Leo, you know that." Mikey's voice ricocheted in my head until everything went black.

"The hell…" I groaned as I started to come around. What a weird dream.

"How are you feeling?"

I yelped as Leo's voice sounded from above me. Sitting up, I stared him in the eyes and remembered that the dream was not a dream. I slapped him.

"Why'd you tranq me?" I asked.

Leo didn't even react to the hit. His chest just dipped down as he let out a long sigh. "Because we couldn't have you heal him."

"Why's that?"

"Because we found out that the healing has a price." Leo said as his thumb stroked my cheek.

"What price?"

His hand rest on my shoulder and pulled me towards him as our foreheads touched. "When we were searching for you, we found Phil's old lab, and well, the healing factor takes a part of your sanity." His large fingers twirled through my hair. "It's like you give a drop of your soul to the person you're saving and they give in return a speck of darkness. That's why we had the tranqs."

I let that sink in. Is that why I got those random episodes of depression? Tilting my head up, our lips met for a moment. "I'm sorry." I whispered.

"Don't be." His voice was quiet and he caught my lips, tugging me closer. "You didn't know."

I didn't argue anymore, it killed me not being close to him. His hand was behind my neck and mine went to his harness. I was so afraid that I'd never see him again. With Leo holding me, we stayed where we were kissing each other on our bed. Damn, I missed him so much. I laughed as he started to kiss my neck, but then there was a knock at the door.

"You two aren't making another one, are you?" Mikey shouted through the door.

"That's it." I clambered off the bed and marched towards the door. "Mikey!" The door was cracked open, revealing Mikey peeking through. Shoving the door open, I sprinted after him. "I'm gonna kill you!"

He let out his high-pitch girly scream as we circled the lair. Everyone was sitting in the center of me and Mikey's goose chase, but I stopped running when I saw TJ out of the corner of my eye. My brows creased together as I took in the familiar face. Mikey, however, took the chance to tackle me. Shouting, we hit the ground. Rolling and fighting, we scrambled around trying to throw the other off.

"Michelangelo!" I used the full name on him, but that just made him laugh harder. Why don't I hit him in the head? The bonehead is immune. Raph hits him so much.

"She's back fer an 'our an' she's already fightin' wit Mikey." Raphael walked into the room.

Mikey quickly stood and yanked me up with him. I smiled at Raph and ran to him.

"Raph!" I hugged him and he awkwardly patted my shell. "You're okay!"

"Alright, Lexa, let go now." He peeled me off.

"Alexa?"

I turned to TJ. Oh yeah, forgot he was there, but I didn't want to deal with him. Honestly, right now, I needed to see Yoshi. I turned to Raph. "Can I see him?"

Raph nodded and led me to the lab. I quickly walked in as the steady beeping sound got louder. Shaking my head, I took in the scene in front of me. Yoshi was covered in IVs and some wire that were connected to the heart monitor. He was thin, too thin, and his cheeks looked hollow. Donnie looked up from next to Yoshi at me as tears rolled down my cheeks. Walking over he engulfed me in a hug. I couldn't deny it, the smart turtle gave the best hugs. Letting myself freely cry, I swung my arms around Donnie.

A soft knock on the lab door made me pull away from Donnie to see Aurora with a cup of coffee. She gave me a small smile.

"Glad to have you back, Lex."

I nodded, swatting away the tears. "Where are all of the kids? Are they okay?"

She waved me off. "Don't worry about them. They're at Casey and April's farmhouse for a vacation." Aurora handed Donnie his cup after giving him a peck on the cheek. She gave Yoshi a sad glance before walking out. "Oh, Steve is here and she wants to check in on you. Is it okay is she comes in?"

I nodded before sitting next to Yoshi, gently, taking his hand. My lip trembled as I fought the thoughts of Yoshi not making it. Looking around, I noticed that the lab was empty. This was my chance. No one would notice if I gave him a little bit of a helping hand. Taking a breath, I closed my eyes and focused. It wasn't long before the friendly sense of warmth crawl out my hands, which grasped Yoshi's. Memories of Yoshi shot across my vision. All of them he was smiling and laughing, the passion for music and knowledge lighting his eyes.

"Donnie!" I heard Steve.

"Alexa, stop!" Donatello shouted as I felt someone yank me away.

I gasped and my body soared as I hit a wall. My hand were pinned above my head. Huh?

Shouting in frustration, I opened my eyes to glare at who snatched me. It was Leo. Instantly, I stopped fighting. His eyes were all I could see as attacks of worry collided into my mind. Leo…

Those crystal orbs begged for me to stand down. I shook my head as my knees started to give out. Leo caught me in an embrace, easily, and I tried to look over his shoulder at Yoshi, but Leo blocked my view. Fighting back my tears, I felt someone staring. I glanced over and saw TJ staring. His face was filled with confusion and concern. I looked away, burying my face in Leo's shoulder. My gut tightened in sorrow as I clung to Leo.

"I remember." TJ said suddenly.

I sniffled. "What?"

His eyes were staring at me, but he was focused somewhere else. "I remember you came back to school, and you wanted to build something big. The rest of that week you were…sad."

I looked at him with my brows scrunched together. "You remember building the portal?"

"Not exactly, but I remember something like it." He scratched his head.

"Yeah, and I went to college for senior year." Kristen added, but her voice was hesitant.

"Bishop sent you back in time?" Mikey asked.

"No, not Bishop." Yasuo walked from Kiyomi's room.

"What do you mean?" Leo asked.

"When we got into the hall you were in, I was able to tap into Bishop's head." Ya-ya looked at all of us. "He actually had nothing to do with this."

"I 'ave da scars ta prove it was Bishop." Raph strolled in.

"Uncle Raph, when we were getting mom…I don't know. It was weird, it was like I was in someone else's mind. Anyway, someone is over him. As unbelievable as it sounds, whoever is bullying him around has him cornered. Bishop seemed like he felt the pressure."

"Oh boohoo, he's finally gettin' what he dished out." Raph crossed his arms.

"This doesn't prove that Alexa was sent to the past." Sam walked up to Raph and rested her hand on his arm.

"Call Chris." TJ said.

"Okay, but he can't see me." I rambled out. "At least, not like a turtle. You weren't supposed to either. How'd you even get here?"

"Umm, long story." TJ chuckled nervously.

I sat down and crossed my arms. "Well, I don't have his number and it looks like I'm on house arrest. I've got time."

He sighed. "Okay, well," he dropped himself onto the couch, "I was in my apartment watching some Youtube when I got this strange feeling. It was unusual, I just had this feeling I screwed up with something. So, I got in my car and just drove to wherever my mind was trying to tell me to go. When I pulled up to your house, I was confused as fuck, but then I just walked in. It was as if my mind was taking over my body. Walking through your house, I went straight for a large window-like contraption and walked through it. That's how I ended up here."

"Hmm." I looked at him. "Well, either the same will happen to Chris or we have to call him. So, shoot him a text or something while we get our disguises activated."

He nodded while the rest of us got our bracelets on and running.

(Chris POV)

The sun cast his long arms through my bedroom window, gently waking me up. I rise slowly out of my bed careful not to disturb those sleeping next to me. My children had had nightmares last night, so of course my wife had to bring them to sleep in our bed. As I cross the room headed to the head, I take a moment to pause and enjoy the beautiful view from our third floor NYC apartment room overlooking central park. I silently tiptoe into my kitchen to whip up a quick breakfast of french toast for the family, I figure we can all have breakfast in bed together while we catch the Saturday morning cartoons.

Carefully I bring up the tray full of food, trying desperately not to spill a drop of orange juice. I smile admiring the sleeping faces of my family, so peaceful, so serene. Unfortunately that's gonna change very soon, unable to hold it in anymore I excitedly shout to my family to wake up, but something is off the voice coming out of my mouth doesn't sound like mine it's deeper, more gravely. Also it doesn't come out sweet like i had planned it to, instead it came out more authoritative, like an order. It was this moment where I realized that none of this was real…

I awake to my roommate shaking me vigorously, yelling at me to get up.

"Your alarm's been going off for freaking hours man get the hell up"

"The hell do you mean, get off of me," I swipe his hands from my shoulders.

"I mean that your goddamn alarm, you hear me, a-larm, A-L-A-R-M," he spells it out, "has been going off for three freaking hours"

"What the ever living shit do you mean? I don't hear anything over the sound of you screaming in my face"

"You sure its me maybe it's you, you're so freaking old you probably need hearing aides."

"Prick," I breath, as he begins to walk out of the room

"Heard that. Just turn your freaking phone off, Pops. "

I take a moment to assemble myself, or what's left of it, after years of the shit I've done to it. A quick search around my bed locates my phone, and honest to goodness the damned alarm is still going off. I stare at my phone as it sits in my hand violently vibrating in a rhythmic pattern, followed by the loud calls of sirens.

"You gonna turn that shit off or not?!" Yells you know who from across the apartment.

As you can see my roommate is a douche. In the douchiest way possible. But at least he has a job and makes rent, at this point that's all that matters. Let's see, you'll probably want to know some basic facts about me. Well for starters, I'm 32 turning 33 this summer. I live in a trashy apartment in the worst part of the city. I work a minimum wage job earning barely enough to buy food. You're probably wondering how this relates to my earlier dreams, well it doesn't, but in a way it does. I mean, why would I trade a fantastic life for a real shitty one, ya know? Truth is I didn't want this life, the one you saw before is the one I really wanted. But that was just a dream I had back in my senior year of high school when I met the girl I wanted to spend my life with. But that girl taught me many things about myself, and I learned many things from her. Most importantly that dreams were just that dreams, pleasant to look at, and so very easy to break. You may be wondering how I had learned that from a sweet, little girl like her, don't worry I'll tell you in due time. For now, back to the story.

After TURNING OFF the alarm (you're welcome douchey roommate), I sit there and stare at my phone again looking at the time, which reads 10:47 AM. Something doesn't line up here why would I set my alarm for around 8:00 AM? I don't go into work until 12:00 PM. So why did I…? Shit. I had a big interview today at an actual job. Why is it everytime I try to better myself it always ends up making it worse?

It was at this point that the shitty day that I was having began to get worse due to that stupid little device in my hands.

As I sat there and stared at my phone, it rang. But the name that came up on the caller id, was one that I hadn't seen in a long time, and frankly one that I didn't want to talk to right now.

His name was Tarik, in high school he was one of my closest friends, ever since 10th grade. But after the incident with my girlfriend we lost touch. He went on to a bigger and brighter future, while I stayed and stagnated hoping for my life to return. Sadly it didn't, and I was stuck in a rut on rock freaking bottom. All thanks to my girlfriend, or rather ex-girlfriend. You see, I loved her more than anybody else I had ever known, and supposedly she had felt the same way. Evidently she didn't. Else she wouldn't have left me broken, without even uttering a single syllable that she would.

Here's how it went down. It was senior year, we flirted throughout the first semester. Picking at each other, our friends picking at us. Then with the advent of a new semester, it became us, instead of me and her. Both of us were very busy, I had to do chores, plus my parents never let me go anywhere; while she always had work. There was hardly a day where we could get together outside of school. So we improvised, we went on mini-dates during school hours since we both had study hall together. It wasn't much but we made the best with what we had.

The end of the year was fast approaching. She was headed off to a technical institute for music down in Tennessee, and I was enlisting to be Marine. Granted we'd be apart for a while, but we knew that we'd be together later in life. Or so I thought.

School ended and we couldn't see each other much. I had restrictive parents, while she had a busy schedule at work. But we both knew that we'd be together one last time at graduation before I left for boot camp.

Graduation came and went like that. *snaps fingers* She wasn't there. She didn't show up. Everything seemed fine the day before so why would she not come? I had thought to myself.

So I went to her house to find the answer. When I got there I was greeted by her gruff but respectable step-dad.

"Can I help you?" he said

I tried to not look intimidated as I said, "Hello, my name's Chris, I'd like to talk to Alexa if that's alright"

"I'm afraid you're going to have to leave, bud."

"Why, what's wrong? Did something happen? Is Alexa alright?"

"Jim, just tell him dear," her mother said emptily from the other room, "he deserves to know the truth just as much as anyone else."

"What are we supposed to tell him?" he growled from the doorway.

"The truth dear, just bring him in here."

So I was guided into the living room by the stepfather, and motioned to sit across from them.

Her mother started, "Dear, I'm not quite sure how to say this, but Alexa is gone."

Her voice sounded like it was near the point of breaking, and her eyes on the verge of tears. The redness around her eyes, along with the ready box of tissues at her side, told me that she had been doing a lot of crying over the past hours.

"What?! I don't understand! How could she be gone?" unease rising in my voice.

"What's there not to understand? She's gone. She left. No longer here. Now I'm going to ask you one more time to leave." Her stepfather chimed in.

"But, I still don't get it. Why did she just leave? She was … We were…" I looked up at them, while my chest felt like it was ripping in two. One half to go find her, and the other to too busy mourning to move.

Of course in life, one side is always stronger than the other. I moved, I moved faster than I ever had before, or so it felt. Time became an odd thing in the ensuing hours. I slipped into sensory overload, tunnel vision, numbness, you name it I was probably feeling it. Anger, sadness, rage, confusion, grief, loathing, pain, well you get the idea. I was more emotional than a hormonal 16 year old on her period.

So I ran, and I kept running. I didn't stop until I was all the way across town. At this tower that was built as a memorial for the Native Americans. I stood at the tallest part of the tower looking over the entire town (Author's Note: The tower is only about one story tall, but it sits on top of the tallest portion of the small town I grew up in.) As I sat there I contemplated the meaning of life, and wondered why some special being, if there is one, hated me so much. I could feel the chill of the early summer evening on my skin, but I didn't really notice or seem to care. All I wanted to know was what I had done. What had I done to make her leave. Or what hadn't I done. Agh it was all so confusing, I had no idea what to do, where to go. I just knew..., I knew that it wasn't over. I would keep moving, look for her, wait for her, whatever it took I would get her back.

So I looked, and looked some more. So with that, I didn't find her. I mean if I wasn't leaving for basic training a week later, I could've done so much more. So it was not to be, apparently.

A week passed by in the blink of an eye, and I left for basic training. Those three months passed by, and I heard not a word from anyone. I came home for ten days and sat around broken and empty inside. I felt like a shell, a hollowed-out form of what was once a person. That's how I went through life for my four years in the Marine Corps. And then the next eleven years after that living as a civilian. Which brings us to today, and this god-forsaken phone ringing in my hand.

I decide to answer,

"Chris L. Local example of life wasted. How may I help you?"

"Chris, I need your help, you see…"

"Well hello to you to Tarik" I interrupt, "How's the wife and kids. Me? Oh you needn't ask; I'm doing just fine."

"Listen, I don't have time for your self-loathing bullshit, just fucking listen to what I'm about to say."

I sigh, "Alright fine. What could be so important that you decide to call me out of the blue fifteen years later?"

"It's about Alexa."

I stop. Literally freeze in place. Everything around me feels cold and distant. Chills descend my spine, giving me goosebumps.

"Who?" I ask just to be sure.

"Don't fucking play dumb with me, Chris. You know exactly who I'm talking about."

"Okay, okay. What about her? What is it you want to say?"

"She's back…, and we need your help."

Who's confused?