Disclaimer: Unless you don't recognize them, I don't own them. No money or other profits are being made from this attempt at entertainment.

Fair warning, this is going to be an Alternate Universe fic. It takes place not too long after the 2007 CGI movie, but the Shredder is still alive and well and in charge of the Foot. Other details of the original timeline may or may not also be altered as I go along.

Also, for the purpose of my world the ages of the Turtles are Leo, Raph, Don then Mikey (from eldest to youngest). Personally, I just find Leo and Raph being the two eldest makes the most sense based on personalities and the interactions between the Turtles.

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Raphael was just about to step forward to stop his brother's self-mutilation when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye.

"Shit," he muttered, realizing that in his distraction he had let he and his brother become surrounded. "Fucking hell."

He saw one of the Foot soldiers raise a blowgun to his lips, aimed at Donatello. "Not on my watch, buddy," he growled, leaping towards his brother. "Donnie, look out!" he shouted, shoving his brother out of the way of the dart.

"Ah!" Donatello cried, the sudden jolt having caused him to dig into his wrist deeper than intended. The sharp pain, combined with his brother's voice, caused a slight clearing of his fogged mind.

He blearily looked around, recognizing Raphael's form. His thoughts were still muddled, however; his mind only slowly clearing. "Raph, what?"

"No time, Donnie," Raph responded in a clipped manner, surreptitiously hitting the emergency call button on his shell cell while drawing his sais as he moved to better shield his brother from their oncoming foes, "we've got company."

The half-circle that pinned them to the building's edge moved in closer and Raphael attacked; a whirling dervish of flashing metal, though he was careful not to stray far from Donatello's side. A solid hit to one Foot soldier resulted in a furious storm of sparks. "Fucking robo-Foot, dammit!"

"Right you are, turtle," a familiar voice sneered, "and all under my control." Raphael looked up to see Baxter Stockman being carried by one Foot, keeping safely behind the ring of attackers.

Raphael growled, tightening his grips on his sais and baring his teeth at the Doctor. "What do you want, Stockman? Running more errands for your master?"

"Not that it is any business of yours, freak, but I've recently parted ways with the Shredder. I'm in the process of building my own empire…which is where your brother comes in…"

"What? Donnie?" Raphael blurted incredulously, looking over at his brother…only to see him collapsed on the ground, the deep wound in his wrist leaking blood at a frightening rate. "No!" he shouted, momentarily knocking down two of the robots that separated him from his brother and rushing to his side. He ripped off his bandana and rolled it up, placing it against the wounded wrist and applying pressure in an attempt to at least slow the bleeding.

"Tsk, tsk," Stockman mocked, "look at the state you all have let him reach. Really, he'd be better off with me…someone who understands him…who won't judge or ignore him…"

Raphael glared up at the man, keeping a close eye on both the robots and Donatello. "Shut the hell up, Stockman. There's no way in hell I'm letting you take him!"

"And how do you plan to stop me, turtle?" Stockman asked with an amused smirk on his face. "You're woefully outnumbered, and the moment you get up to fight, your brother starts bleeding again. He might even die while we stand here arguing, and what good would that do any of us?"

Raphael's heart ached painfully both at Stockman's word and the realization that he was right; the only chance he and Donnie had was that Leo and Mikey would arrive in time. He had to stall Stockman… "He ain't gonna die! He's stronger than that!"

"Yes, he certainly is. With a genius second only to myself. That is why I'll be taking him off your hands. With him at my side, neither you nor the Shredder will stand a chance. I'll get my revenge on you all!"

Raphael was shocked. There was no way Stockman was insinuating what he thought he was. "You're crazier than I thought if you think Donnie'd go along with any of your crazy plans," he growled. There was no way that Donnie would agree to fight for this wacko. Not Donnie…

"And just what makes you think I plan on giving him a choice?" Baxter scoffed. "When I'm done with him, he will be loyal only to me. His obviously compromised mental condition will only make him more susceptible to my plans."

"I ain't gonna let you hurt him, bastard." Raphael couldn't remember the last time he was so angry. There was no way he was letting them take his little brother away and do who knows what to him to try and turn him against their family. It just wasn't going to happen. He had failed Donnie too often of late. He wasn't going to fail him now.

"You make it sound like you have a choice in the matter." Pointing one metal limb at Raphael, Stockman ordered, "Get rid of this nuisance. But do not harm the other one."

As the robo-Foot attacked, Raphael had no choice but to let go of the bandana he had held up against Donatello's wounds. He could only hope that he could somehow end this before he lost too much blood.

Normally eight to one odds would be in Raphael's favor. The robo-Foot, however, were much stronger, faster, and more difficult to bring down than their human counterparts. Raph quickly found himself on the defensive, not helped by the fact he was trying to protect Donatello as well.

Finally he was able to take down one of the robots, jamming his sai in the small vulnerable joint at the back of the neck. Sparks leapt up, burning his forearm, but he yanked the sai out, drawing a mass of circuitry with it, and turned back to his attackers in time to block a katana strike.

"Enough!" Stockman's voice rang out over the sounds of battle. "I don't have time for this. Just take him down! Now!"

At his command four of the robo-Foot jumped him en-mass, their sheer weight of numbers dragging him to the ground. He valiantly tried to free himself, but even his strength was no match for their heavy metallic frames.

"Dammit, where the hell are Mikey and Leo?" Raph thought as he helplessly watched the last Foot soldier pull Donatello's unresisting form over one shoulder and walk back to join the soldier carrying Stockman.

"And now, turtle, I bid you goodbye. Think of it as a blessing. You're not going to live long enough to face your brother across a battle field."

Raphael finally went berserk, intense rage fueling his struggles as he jerked under the weight crushing him. "Rargh!" he shouted, beyond the ability to form words, actually managing to dislodge one of the robots with his flailing limbs.

"Finish him," Stockman cried shrilly, moving deeper into his robot's arms, as if to increase the distance between Raphael and himself.

"I don't think so," a low, angry voice replied just before two forms leapt into the fray, throwing two of the robots off Raphael, allowing him to remove the others.

Baxter looked at the three turtles before him cautiously, finally showing concern. "So, the cavalry finally arrives. It's unfortunate that you are too late. Take us back to the lab," he ordered the robots holding Donatello and himself. "The rest of you, take care of these blasted turtles!"

At his command, the two Foot addressed began to run across the rooftop, using their superhuman strength to safely leap to the next building, and continued to flee.

With three of them fighting, the turtles were able to dispatch all of the robot Foot in only a matter of minutes. It might as well have been hours, however, as the two that had fled, along with their cargo, had disappeared.