Hello everyone! Um...sorry for the delay. I was having MAJOR trouble with this chapter, and I still don't know if I completley like it, but this is the best it's gonna get.

Shout-outs: Hey, I haven't done this yet, so here goes!

Lioness-Goddess: Hmm, I wasn't thinking of making this Sci-Fi, but i can see how you thought it was. I've never read Ender's game. Is the Not-Turtles' game like Ender's?

Sailor Vegeta: Not-Raph certainly does have a plan. It's evil, too.

Whitewolf89: I hope you like how I'm writing Raph. I decided not to try to do an accent because I find that distracting when reading fics. Plus, I'm a little OCD and proper grammar is a must for me. Oh well. Raph found out that he was in another dimension faster because it was more obvious. But the other boys catch on. Read on and see.

Lunar-ninja: Yep, avarice is a word. I learned it in english. Wow. I don't think I know what you think Not-Raph's thinking. Of course, I know what he's thinking, but I'm not telling. Yet. I can tell you don't like Not-Raph. Hmmm... Mission Accomplished.

Kikyophoenix19: Why thank you. I am flattered. I love your stories too. You should write that one that has a similar plot to mine anyway. I would read it! It would be interesting to see what other people do with this idea.

Cyllwen: I'm glad you love it! I'm sorry I've been so long between postings.

Rizzle: I'm glad you like Not-Donnie. He is by far my favorite to write. He adds some fun comic relief. As strange as it sounds, I'm not weirded out about the "sniffing enthusiastically" comment. My best friends sniff me on a daily basis, so I'm used to it.

Lone Warrior2: Glad you like it. I thought forever on a "cool" name for April, and Viper was the best I could come up with.

Yay to reviwers! You are the best people EVER!

Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this in every chapter. Is there anyone out there, anyone at all, who actually believes that one of us fic authors owns the TMNT? Cuz if they do, they might have something in commom with Not-Donnie...

Enjoy everyone!


Raphael stared at his Not-Brothers. They stared back. No one had said a thing since the "hunters" had returned to Mikey's to find Raph hunched over the trash can.

Not-Mikey cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "What's wrong with you, Raphael?"

That pissed Raph off. All of the anger, fear, confusion, disgust, and millions of other emotions he'd kept bottled up came flooding out.

"Wrong with me? Wrong with ME? If you haven't noticed, Donnie's a complete nutcase, Leo's a total bastard, and you all think its fun to scare, torment, hunt, and kill people! So I think it's clear that there's nothing wrong with me, but something SERIOUSLY wrong with you!"

The other three Turtles stared at Raph in stunned silence. Raph crossed his arms across his plastron and stared back. Not-Leo stood and walked over to Raph. He squatted down and stared into the Hot-Tempered Turtle's eyes. Then he jerked back in surprise.

"Who are you?"

Not-Mikey frowned. "Uh, Leo, that's Raph!"

Not-Leo shook his head, still staring at Raph. "He looks like him, but this isn't the Raphael that we know.

Shit…that cat's outta the bag now…

The other three turtles were eyeing his suspiciously. Raph sighed. There's no use in carrying on this charade any longer…

"Look, I don't know how I got here. I think I must be from another dimension or something, because this place is way different than the New York that I call home." He looked at all of them, who were listening with rapt attention, even Not-Donnie. Raph continued. "Where I come from, we all live in the sewers beneath Manhattan. Our Sensei is Splinter. Our mortal enemy is the shredder. The only people who know of our existence are our friends, April O'Neil-who calls herself Viper in this world- and Casey Jones. We patrol the city at night, fighting crime and trying to ensure the safety of the people."

"So, wait, how did you get here?" Not-Leo frowned.

"Uh, hello, remember when I said 'I don't know how I got here'?" Raph snapped, earning a scowl from the leader of the messed up group. "All I remember is getting out of the shower and being yanked into the mirror by my reflection, which had a life of its own."

"He did it! I can't believe it!" Mikey exclaimed. He sat, amazed, staring at Raph.

"What?" Not-Leo was irritable. "Who did what?"

"Raph! Our Raph. A couple of weeks ago he started getting really obsessed with other dimensions. He wanted to meet an alternate version of himself. He was constantly researching-"

"Raph was reading?"

"Yeah. Anyway, he was researching alternate dimensions and stuff. I thought this was the product of Donnie rubbing off on him-" Not-Mikey looked at his unbalanced brother, who has lost interest in the conversation and was currently making awkward three fingered hand puppets, "-but he was really serious about it. He even met with that weird witch doctor guy, uh…Baxter Stockman…"

Raph gasped. "Stockman is a witch doctor?" He was amazed. And a little confused. Okay, a LOT confused.

"Yeah, wizard, magic, remedy guy," Not-Mikey waved a hand absently. "Why, what is he in you're dimension?"

Raph took a moment to register how odd that question sounded, but he answered anyway.

"He's an evil genius, scientist …guy…" Raph said, earning some raised eye-ridges from the other Turtles.

"There's a lot of stuff that's different between our worlds, isn't there?" Not-Mikey leaned forward and looked excited. Raph was amused. Forgetting the fact that he was a homicidal maniac, this version of Mikey seemed harmless. He reminded Raph of people who have no friends and try too hard to be liked.

"Yes, there is." Not-Leo's voice was like ice. Raph shivered. "Your story is very different than ours. We were raised by Oroku Saki. He taught us the way of the ninja, but also the ways of the corporate leader. He planned to use us to take over New York, then the world." Not-Leo snorted. "Like one person can rule the world." He pushed his chair back from the table and began to walk slowly around the room, his hands clasped behind his back. "He was going to use us, and not give us a share of the profit. Well, we weren't going to take that, were we boys?"

Raph glanced at the other two Turtles, who shook their heads.

"So we killed him," Not-Leo continued casually.

The way he spoke of killing his Sensei, the man who raised him, like it was no big deal, chilled Raph to the bone. Sure, the Shredder is (was?) scum, but being murdered is never good.

"We told the foot that he was going to use them and cheat them, and they forgave us pretty quickly. With their help we soon carried out the Shredder's plan." He turned and grinned wickedly at Raph. "As you can see, we rule New York." Then he frowned. "Of course, there are infidels, people who are trying to start a rebellion. There always are in an absolutist regime."

Raph wanted very badly to smack him upside the head, but he retained his composure. Smirking, he decided to just piss Not-Leo off.

"Yeah, this world's version of my Sensei and friends are giving you a hard time, aren't they?"

As Raph had expected, Not-Leo became angry. "Yes, they mess with my plans- "Not-Mikey cleared his throat and the blue clad Turtle rolled his eyes. "Alright, our plans, every chance they get." A malicious glint twinkled in his eyes, and Raph knew that was not a good sign.

"I think you should pay for their crimes."

No, definitely not good…

"What are you gonna do?" Raph asked nervously. He could hold his own against one of his brothers, but not all of them at the same time. Plus, who knows how many foot soldiers they have working for them…

"Kill you," Not-Leo stated simply, advancing on him.

"Wha-what? No, you can't!" Raph jumped up and started backing away.

"Can't I?" The Turtle, who back at home was Raph's fearless leader (the term used however mockingly), unsheathed a katana. The other still lay, bloody, on the table.

"I'm your brother!" Ralph's shell hit the wall behind him, and he slowly started reaching for his Sais. This is gonna be a shell of a fight…

"No you're not," Not-Leo's wicked grin was back. "Not Really."


"What?"

Mikey and Leo stared at their genius brother, completely confused.

"I'm not sure that that's Raph," Donnie repeated, gesturing toward Raph's door. If they hadn't been so caught up in what they were talking about, they might have noticed that Raph's door was open a crack…

"What are you talking about, Donnie?" Mikey asked his brother. "How many other giant Turtles could that possibly be?"

"Well, I was noticing his odd appearance and behavior and-"

"Appearance?" Leo cut in.

"Yeah, didn't you see that huge scar along his jaw?" Leo and Mikey looked at each other and shook their heads. "Well, I did. And seeing as how I'm the resident medic, I think I would know its origin. But I can't for the life of me remember Raph being injured like that. So I entertained the possibility that this isn't Raph."

"How do we find out who he is then?" Mikey asked, suddenly nervous. He always believed Donnie, because Donnie was usually right. And if Donnie thought that the Turtle they had spent most of the day with wasn't their brother, Mikey believed him.

"Well, I already did that," Donnie responded, walking over and sitting on the couch next to Leo. "I scanned him with my Dimensional Analysis Spectrograph."

"Huh?"

"This," he held up his hand, and the other two Turtles noticed a shiny silver watch-like device strapped to his wrist.

"Where did you get that?" Leo asked, reaching out to touch it.

"Utrom technology," Donnie responded, slapping Leo's hand away. "It measures the molecular vibrations of a person or object and determines which dimension they're from."

"Molecular vibration?"

"Yep. There's a theory that there are multiple earths, all taking up the same space in the universe, but vibrating at different speeds, thus creating other dimensions, alternate realities…"

"But, it's just a theory?" Leo questioned.

"Correct. We don't know if that's really the case or not. But, when I scanned Raph with this, it came up with a different number than scans of me, you, and Mikey." He put a hand to his mouth to stifle a yawn.

"So, you're saying that the guy in there," Mikey gestured vaguely behind him in the direction of Raph's room, "is a Raph from another dimension?" He did not stifle his yawn, drawing a glare from Leo.

Donnie nodded. "I've surmised as much."

"Well, let's go talk to him about it," Leo said. They all rose and started walking to Raph's room, intent on getting some answers.

They never made it.

A sudden wave of tiredness washed over them. Their eyelids drooped and fluttered, and they all yawned ceaselessly.

"What…?" Mikey began, but dropped to the ground before he could finish.

Donnie and Leo collapsed behind him, unconscious.

The door to Raph's room clicked shut. Its occupant chuckled softly to himself and began searching for the items he would need to carry out his plan.

"Phase one complete," he whispered to himself. "Commence phase two."


To be continued...

Wow, I just realized how short that chapter is. I delay in posting forever, and then I give you a short crappy chapter. Please don't kill me... hides behind Raph Review now! You know you want to!