Here's the next chapter, everyone. Sorry for the wait.

Discalimer: The turtles were created before I was even born, so, unfortunatley,they can not possibly be mine.


After his encounter with April (Viper?) Raph had begun running again. He didn't know where he was going, nor did he care. He just ran. Everywhere he went people screamed and fled, but he hardly noticed. All he could think about was his family…his real family. He was worried about what this world's version of him was doing to them.

Raph paused in his musings and looked around. It had been hours since he had left his "house," and he had covered a lot of ground. He took in his surroundings: a bunch of old warehouses.

"Hmmm…Brooklyn," Raph muttered vaguely. Alternate dimension or not, he knew New York like the back of his hand.

"Hey Raphie-Boy!" a familiar voice rang out, shattering the silence. Raph whirled, Sais drawn. "Hey, what are you doing on my turf?" Raph looked to the roof of the nearest warehouse and located the source of the voice.

"Donnie!" Raph was apprehensive. He had no idea what this Don would do.

"I was just about to leave for Mikey's, you wanna ride?" Raph studied this world's version of Donatello. There was a long scar on his forehead (again with the scars?) and a strange look in his eyes that suggested that he wasn't… all there. The words "mad scientist" bounced around inside Raph's head. The "mad scientist" flipped off of the roof and landed expertly on the ground. He straightened and began walking toward Raph. As he got closer, Raph realized that "not all there" was an incorrect description of this Donnie. "Not there at all" was more accurate.

"Hey bro!" Not-Donnie chirped, skipping the last couple of steps and stopping very close to Raph. Too close, he thought. He took a step back. Not-Donnie took a step too, re-closing the gap.

"Um, hey Don," Raph said nervously. Not-Donnie started bouncing up and down.

"Hey Raph! You wanna see my new laser? I just finished it! It's really cool!" He stared at the empty space above Raph's head while he said this.

"Sure," Raph replied, genuinely curious. Not-Donnie squealed and tore off in the direction of one of the larger warehouses. Raph ran after him.

Well…he doesn't seem too malicious…

Not-Donnie stopped in front of the correct warehouse and placed his hand on a pad outside of the door. It scanned his palm, beeped, and the door opened.

"Welcome, Donatello," a computerized voice greeted as Not-Donnie skipped through the door. Raph followed him inside and looked around. His jaw dropped.

The entire warehouse was filled with dangerous looking weapons. Raph could identify some of them: bombs, grenade launchers, tanks. Most were completely alien to him.

"Come on Raphie, its back here!" Not-Donnie grabbed his hand and pulled him to the very back of the building. Raph suddenly got very nervous.

"Uh, Donnie, what does this laser thing do, exactly?" Raph knew what lasers did, of course, but he wanted to hear what Donnie was planning on doing with it.

"Let me put it in terms you'll understand," he replied, very condescending all of a sudden. "It burns holes in things. Or, it blows things up, depending what setting it's on."

"Ah…" Raph's anxiety increased. He wasn't paying attention and ran right into Not-Donnie when he stopped suddenly.

"Here it is!" He yelled into Raph's ear. Temporarily deaf, Raph turned to inspect the laser.

It was immense. It was painted purple and covered in buttons and knobs. Raph smirked as he pictured Mikey yelling "Oooh, shiny!" and messing with everything.

"So, what are you gonna do with it?" Raph asked casually. He cast a sideways glance at his not-really-brother.

Not-Donnie shrugged. "Blow stuff up?" He jumped suddenly, causing Raph to start.

"Oh no! It's almost three! We gotta get to Mikey's!" He again seized Raph's hand and towed him off in the direction of another door. "Which mode of transportation shall we take?"

"Whichever you want, Donnie," Raph responded, amused at this Donnie's erratic behavior.

"Ooh, how about the fighter jet? Nah, Mikey's place is too close to use that. Ah ha! The oversized transport helicopter! That's your favorite, isn't it?" Not-Donnie looked at him expectantly.

"Uh, oh yes, my favorite," Raph agreed, causing Not-Donnie to emit another squeal and start positively dragging Raph out the door.

"Donnie! I can get there myself!" Raph yelled, wrenching himself free. Not-Donnie stopped and stared at him. Raph raised an eye ridge in return. "Aren't we supposed to be going somewhere?"

Not-Donnie flung himself to the ground, sobbing hysterically.

"Donnie! Donnie! What's wrong?" Raph felt very awkward; he wasn't used to his brainy brother being so…unhinged.

"You…yelled…at…me!" Not-Donnie wailed between sobs. He began shaking uncontrollably.

"Oh…well…" Raph hadn't meant anything by it. Yelling was just how he reacted to most situations. "I'm sorry."

Not-Donnie stopped crying immediately. It was the most sudden thing that Raph had ever seen.

"Really? Okay." Not-Donnie jumped up, a strangely vacant smile on his face. "Come on, let's go find our helicopter. Here helicopter!" Not-Donnie called, as if the large vehicle were a pet. He ran off toward what looked like an airplane hangar.

Raph shook his head and followed, wondering how the non-psychotic Donnie was doing back in the real world.


"YES!" Mikey leapt into the air, pumping his fist triumphantly. "Schooled ya, bro!" He waved his play station controller tauntingly in Leo's face. Leo shrugged.

"It's just a game Mike," Leo responded, not seeming to care that he had lost.

Not-Raph was amused. Had Michelangelo done that in his world, Leonardo would have kicked his ass. Then kicked it again, just for fun. This world's Leo was passive, as far as Not-Raph could tell. That would definitely work to his advantage.

"Dude, its no fun beating you. You gotta get angry and accuse me of cheating like Raph does," Mikey pouted. "Hey Raph, you wanna play?" He seized Leo's controller and held it out.

"What are you yelling about, Mikey?" Donnie asked, emerging from his lab. Not-Raph turned toward the purple-masked turtle.

"I schooled Leo in SSX," Mikey said proudly.

"Everyone can beat Leo, Mikey, he sucks at video games," Donnie responded, looking unimpressed.

"Hey! I'm right here, you know," Leo said crossly. He frowned. Then he broke down and grinned. "Yeah, I do suck at video games, don't I?"

"It's okay, bro, its good for you to not be perfect at something," Donnie answered calmly. "I'm gonna go back to the lab. I'm almost done fixing the microwave." At that Leo glared at Mikey, who grinned sheepishly and held up his hands.

"Hey, how was I supposed to know that you shouldn't put pop cans in the microwave?" He asked defensively.

"Mikey, what are pop cans made out of?" Donnie asked, a smile playing about his lips.

"Uh, aluminum?" Mikey answered, looking slightly confused.

"And what is aluminum?" Donnie asked, his smile growing.

"Um, shiny?" Mikey looked lost. Then he lit up. "Oooh, metal! Aluminum is a metal! It's…oh…" Realization showed on his face.

"Do we put metal in the microwave, Mikey?" Donnie asked, positively grinning.

"No…" Mikey responded, looking down at the floor. "Sorry guys."

"That's okay Mike, it gave me something to do today," Donnie said. "I should be done within the hour." He turned and walked away.

Not-Raph was utterly amazed. He had never seen Donatello so…sane. He was still his genius self, though. Maybe more so. This might put a damper on things…

"So, how 'bout that game, Raph?" Mikey asked, holding the controller out to him once again.

"No, I think I'll turn in for the night," Not-Raph responded, standing up and walking away.

"What? It's only nine thirty!" Mikey was incredulous.

"Yeah, well, it was a long day," Not-Raph said over his shoulder.

"Raph, we just sat around here all day," Leo argued. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Just peachy, Leonardo, why do you ask?"

"Well, you're 'turning in' to Donnie's room."

Not-Raph flicked on the light to the room he was about to enter and looked around. It was strewn with electronic equipment.

"Of course, I was just retrieving a CD I lent to Donatello," he covered smoothly. He glanced into the room again, wary of the jumble of tools lying about on the floor. "I'll get it tomorrow. Goodnight brothers."

"'Night Raph," Mikey responded, sounding concerned. Not-Raph didn't see him and Leo exchange questioning looks.

Not-Raph found the correct room. He entered, and closed and locked the door. He glanced around, the wicked smile spreading across his face once more. He sat down on the bed, thinking about all he had witnessed since he had changed places with the Raphael of this world. He chuckled softly to himself. Oh yes, my plan will succeed…and they won't suspect a thing…


To be continued! Review now please! Pretty please?