A/N: I know...I know. "RACHEL! RENEE! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! IT'S BEEN A MONTH!"

Well...a few days over a month...

A lot has happened this month, so we haven't really had a chance to work on this.

We haven't forgotten you guys! So here is Chapter 25!

Thank's for your patience!

Chapter 25

"Wait…so they are all weapons?"

"Pretty much." Bea said simply, shrugging her shoulders. "Did you expect anything different from the Kraang?"

The four ninja's looked at each other, then back at Bea and Vincent. The fact that it hadn't crossed their minds before was pretty startling. They had just accepted the cute faces under their roof without any question, and now felt as if they had fallen for a trap.

"Believe me," Bea said slowly and carefully. "We have no malicious intentions. But if you wish us to, we'll leave."

"NO!"

Both Bea and Vincent were taken back by Casey's response. Until this moment, the hockey vigilante had been so quiet that the turtles had forgotten that he was still there.

"I mean," the dark haired human continued, all eyes now fixed on him. "It doesn't matter, right? Family is family, regardless of any crazy, Kraang-y super powers the kids possess. They are still blood, right?"

Raph smiled, turning towards his sister. "Casey's got a point, Bea."

"We aren't going to send you all away." Leo said, standing and holding out an arm for Vincent, who immediately grabbed at his father's fingers. "We promised that when we sent you here."

"I guess," Donnie piped up. "The only real difficulty would be that we don't know what the Kraang can do to you all from a distance. But that isn't going to stop us from stopping them."

"Bea-Bea, don't cry!" Mikey suddenly said, jumping from his chair to hug his sister.

Tears were streaming down the girl turtle's face, some getting stuck in the fabric of her mask while the rest dripped down her chin. She leaned into Mikey's hug and soon found herself at the center of a large embrace with the rest of her brother's surrounding her like a fortress.

"I-I couldn't h-have asked f-for better b-brothers." She sobbed out into Mikey's shoulder. "Thank you. Thank you."

Bea spent the rest of that afternoon informing the rest of the gang about each of the youngest members of the family's unique abilities. Each of which they had been born with, unlike Vincent's special gift.

The Kraang had somehow managed to activate Gabriel's muscles to break several limitations (including size to strength ratio), effectively turning the little turtle into a turtle form of Superman.

Whereas they traded strength for flexibility for Lucy, allowing her to twist into a turtle pretzel if she wished. (Mikey found this incredibly hilarious, and it took him a good minute before he was able to reel in the laughter).

Gianna's mind was an interesting one. Bea was pretty sure that Gianna's smarts were all activated by the Kraang, but was also pretty sure most of it was natural. Although the child suffered some limitations (her lips not being able to form words while her mind could fathom them being the biggest), her genius could probably beat Donnie's under the table. Said genius ninja turtle found this to be interesting and wondered what could buzz around his daughter's head.

But Bea didn't stop there.

Apparently the seven year old clones also had their own talents, though not nearly as impressive as their smaller counterparts.

While not being as sensitive and powerful as Vincent, Claire did have a unique ability to sense danger and could determine accurately a person's intentions based off of a few details (a gift she had honed under the Kraang, when fear over who would be tested on next was a big deal). "Excellent Ninja abilities, if you ask me." Bea added. "She was – literally – born to be a ninja."

Liz was also the same way. Her strength exceeded a few limitations, but on the superhero spectrum probably only ticked in with Iron man in his suit.

Sebastian was also incredibly smart, but not nearly to the level of his sister. If Bea had to guess an IQ score, he'd probably be around the same as Donnie. However, he was better with his hands than with his mind, and could probably build anything he wanted without hesitation.

And last, but not least, Cyprian was pretty much the Flash. Whereas his sister had been given flexibility, he was given speed. Although he could move more freely than his cousins, he was ultimately faster. As Bea had described it, the small white masked ninja was fast enough to take something out of your hand before you even noticed he had moved, and that was when he was trying to be fast.

Donnie had made mental notes of each case, for study later. The key to knowing what the Kraang were capable of doing with the children lay in their individual abilities. Although, arguably, Vincent's was the most immediate of threats, should the Kraang decide to pull something, each of the children were at risk. Pulling out one of the notebooks he kept handy, the genius ninja started making random doodles.

Mikey was practically begging Bea for stories about the children and their abilities. Never in his life had he thought he'd meet actual superheroes! And it blew his mind away just thinking about it.

Leo had taken Vincent from Bea's arms and was rocking his son to sleep. His face calm, but his mind running in circles as to what he could do to protect the little boy in his arms. With such a big threat out there, it was more pertinent than ever for him to recover and find a way to get them back to New York to stop the Kraang.

And Raph sat in his chair, absorbing all the information that had been given to him. His thoughts tended to mirror Leo's, but involved more Kraang butt kicking…especially for what they had done to the children.

There was a lot that needed to get done…but it wasn't going to get done all in one night.

Gianna was sitting in the light purple baby seat that April and Casey had bought for her, completely and utterly bored.

Said humans had bought the seat so that Donnie could keep a close eye on his daughter and not have to worry about her getting into potentially dangerous chemicals or inventions.

At first, Donnie was skeptical, thinking that, soon, his daughter would find a way to unclip the strap around her waist, but – surprisingly – the clasp on the strap was too small for her big fingers to handle, accompanied by the fact that Gianna couldn't push hard enough to unclasp it.

So, reluctantly, the baby genius sat in the seat, completely uninterested in the scenery around her. She had seen it many times before, so nothing was new and interesting.

Her dad and Uncle Casey were working on a small car for Casey, and Donnie had to work very hard to do some of the things he wanted to do.

Gianna, on the other hand, knew of easier ways to do things that her dad wanted to do, but she couldn't communicate them. The struggle of being a genius trapped in an infant's body.

As a result, the baby girl was very frustrated and fussy.

She tried babbling her plans to her father, but they always ended up drowned by her underdeveloped speech.

At one point, she got so frustrated that she started screaming and crying, refusing to stop until her dad took her out of the seat and held her for a little while.

After she calmed down, Donnie placed here back in the seat and went back to work.

That was how it stayed…until a chicken wandered into the barn.

At first, Gianna was content to watch the chicken walk around, completely unaware of the other inhabitance of the barn, or ignoring them in general. For a moment, Gianna wondered what it was like inside the mind of the chicken…it must be different from her chaotic mind…

But that contentment left as fast as it came when the chicken hopped up onto Donnie's work desk in between Gianna and the jar of mutagen gasoline, knocking it over in the direction away from the turtle child.

Surprisingly, the sound of the jar falling over did not alert Donnie or Casey.

"Da! Da! Muschen!" Gianna yelled, slightly frightened by the green goo.

"Not now, Gianna, I'm busy." Donnie answered, grunting a bit as he turned a rather difficult piece of machinery on the car. "I'll be over there in a moment."

Gianna wasn't sure what to expect from the chicken, but she didn't expect it to stoop down and drink some of the shiny liquid.

And this only caused the baby turtle to scream louder.

"DA! MUSCHEN! SHICKEN!" She screamed, kicking her legs and staring as she witnessed the odd mutation of the chicken.

At that moment, Mikey wandered into the barn, a farmer's hat firmly planted on his head. "Here, chick, chick, chick. Where are you, little chicky chick chick?" Mikey called, before he saw the unusual…thing on Donnie's desk. "Oh…snap…"

Maybe it was because it was Mikey, but Donnie and Casey's heads lifted quickly from what they were doing to see what was going on…and suddenly understood why Gianna had been yelling.

The chicken looked relatively normal….well, if you got rid of the giant brain that swelled from the chicken's head!

"Oh no…Not again, Mikey!" Donnie whined, frustrated that his little brother could not grasp the concept of keeping an eye on the chickens and keeping them out of the barn.

The chicken looked around the barn and waddled over to the computer on Donnie's desk, starting to type in codes, codes that Donnie had considered for the AI of the car.

"These codes are great! If only we could have this type of smarts running the vehicle…" Donnie sighed.

"Can! Can!" Gianna yelled, her speech getting a bit clearer. "No hay eye!"

"What?" Donnie asked, looking confused. What did cans, hay, and an eye have to do with a car?

Gianna grumbled.

"NO. Hay. Eye!" The infant said slowly.

"Still not followin' ya, squirt." Casey piped up.

The baby groaned loudly in frustration. "NO HAY EYE! JUICE SHICKEN! SHICKEN ON CARR!"

When the infant saw the confused looks on the three teenage boys' faces, she gave up and started screaming, garbled words ever so often escaping her mouth.

At that moment, Donnie headed over to his little girl, lifting her out of the seat, trying to soothe her.

No one noticed that the chicken had opened a word document and started typing, until a loud squawk from the bird drew everyone's attention.

On the word document, statements were written.

"You can! You can! No AI.

No. AI.

No AI! Use the chicken! Put the chicken in the car!"

At that, Gianna's sobs stopped and she smiled. If she hadn't been held by her father, she would've shot for the chicken, but she settled for reaching for the bird.

Donnie obliged, allowing the child to wrap her arms around the soft chicken feathers.

Finally, someone completely understood her!

"Okay, so based on what Gianna said, maybe we don't need artificial intelligence, maybe we just need—"

"DR. CLUCKINGSWORTH! M. D." Mikey chimed in.

Donnie gave his brother a funny look. "Oh…kay. Maybe Dr. Cluckingsworth," He said reluctantly.

"M.D., bro. M.D."

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