Well hi everyone! I know, I know, I'm taking foever updating. Sorry! It's just that softball season has started, and I'm really low on time. Spring Break (which officially started today) will help me catch up. I promise.

Shout-outs:
Rizzle:
Not-Leo's one bad dude. Deninitley not someone you wanna meet in a dark alley. You'll have to see what he's got planned for his brothers. And you're right, He would have tried to kill Raph anyway.
Cyllwen: Okay, here's more. I hope you like it!
Chibi-Rose-Angel: Ah, cliffhangers are one of the best parst of fanfiction. I love writing them and I love reading them. Yes, I'm an odd one.
Kikyiyophoenix19: Thanks. I was worried about it's shortness, but according to you I did a good job, so, yay! And you should totally do that story because I would read it and love it.
Lioness-Goddess: I'm glad you don't think it's crappy. And I'll read that book, too, because now I'm curious. You'll find out what Not-Raph did in this chapter. Enjoy!
Lunar-Ninja: Son of a motherless goat? I like that. Okay, slitting throats is a little violent, but I'll see what I ccan do.
Sailor Vegeta: Oh my. More info will come in this chapter, not to worry. Arachnophobia? I'm not really liking spiders too much, so I'll probably run away from that movie. I hope you find pleanty of angst stories.
Pacphys: I'm glad you found my fic. I somehow missed Nalong until it was done, so then there was kinda no point in reviewing, so don't worry about missing mine. I'm striving to make the Not-Turtles scary. I'm glad you're finding them to be so. I don't like tomatoes. I've always been curious about vegemite. Just what is it, exactly? I didn't think them being trained by Saki would be such a shocker, but I'm kinda pleased that it was. Leo's not wearing his swords because he's relaxing. He does that from time to time. I love Not-Donnie. He's so completley opposite from Real-Donnie that he's great fun to write. Mikey was putting a pop can in the Microwave because...he's Mikey and does weird things. Eww, warm Dr. Pepper? I don't even like regular Dr. Pepper. Not a lot of people around here do. My friends call it carbonated prune juice. I agree that Not-Donnie is kinda cute. In a deeply creepy way. I don't spell any of the Turle's nicknames with a Y. Oh wait, "Mikey" nevermind. But I say Donnie and Raphie. I Don't like it when they end in Y, especially "Donny." Oooh, sciency. Thanks for that, It'll help me when I'm trying to write donnie and be scientific when I am hopelessly bad at all things science related. I'm going to be an english major, so I suppose that's alright. And I just realized that I wrote a lot here. Responses to six chapters of reviews all in one spot. Wow, that's long.

Okay...so, after that incredibly long shout-out section, we will continue on to the story! Yay!

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Raphael unsheathed his Sais and twirled them menacingly. His act of intimidation only succeeded in causing Not-Leo to smile more insanely and laugh outright. Raph steeled himself for battle, ready to launch at his adversary with all of his strength. He shifted his weight to the balls of his feet, poised to spring, but a sudden movement caused him to pause and nearly lose his balance. He found his view of Not-Leo obstructed by the shell of a certain nunchaku carrying Turtle.

"Michelangelo, MOVE!" Not-Leo growled, his grip on his katana tightening.

"No. Stand down, Leonardo," Not-Mikey ordered, with such authority in his voice that Raph was amazed. And a little impressed.

"You dare give ME orders?" Not-Leo spat. "Who is the leader here, Michelangelo?"

"He might not be from our dimension, but he's a version of our brother, all the same, Are you going to kill your brother?"

Raph was surprised that someone was actually on his side. He hoped that Not-Mikey would be able to plead his case, but he stayed in a battle ready stance, craning to see the Turtle who was intent on killing him.

Not-Leo hadn't answered the question, but he still didn't look very convinced. His eyes narrowed and he once again took up an offensive stance. Not-Mikey noticed this and tried a new track.

"And do you think that killing him will be a punishment for the rebels?" He asked. Not-Leo heard this and seemed to consider it. Not-Mikey plowed on. "I mean, sure they're friends, but in his dimension. They're completely different pests than the ones we're dealing with. Here Raph is considered their enemy. Killing him would be like handing them a victory."

Not-Mikey said the right thing; it struck a visible nerve in the blue-clad Turtle. Not-Leo sighed and lowered his weapon. He would never be the cause of a feeling of victory for the infidels. Well, at least not willingly.

"I guess that makes sense," he relented. "Wow. Mikey making sense. That never happens.

Had it been Raph saying this to Mikey (the real Mikey) back home in the lair, the tone would have been light, sarcastic, and joking. Not-Leo said it with intent to hurt.

"You just had to throw in an insult in there, didn't you bro?" Not-Mikey muttered, clearly used to being spoken to like that.

"Well, I've spent enough time with you idiot losers to last me three weeks," Not-Leo said, sheathing the katana in his hand and grabbing the bloodstained weapon on the table. He grinned at it. "I'm going to go home and put this in my trophy room." With that he spun and left the room.

"Hey thanks Mikey!" Raph was relieved. He did not want to waste energy fighting a slightly psychotic version of his elder brother.

Not-Mikey turned to face Raph, scowling. "I didn't do it for you,' he snapped. His expression softened to a worried frown, but the hint of the sneer he always wore was still evident. "It's just that Leo seems to go a bit more insane with each person he kills. I figured that killing you, especially since you're a version of his brother, would finally drive him over the edge." Not-Mikey sighed and glanced at Not-Donnie. "Then we'd have two insane brothers in the family."

Raph glanced in the direction of the aforementioned insane Turtle. Not-Donnie was conversing wildly with thin air, going on and on about how many place settings he should put out for the tea party he would be throwing that evening. He glanced up and said, "You aren't invited," which Raph took to be directed at him. Not-Mikey sighed again and rubbed his temples.

"We need to find out how to get you home," he said, still massaging his head. "I want my brothers back."


The first sensation of consciousness Donatello had was the throbbing pain in his head. Then he felt it in his wrists and ankles. Confused and disoriented, he opened his eyes and slowly gazed around.

He was flat on his plastron in the dojo, facing a large full length mirror. Looking to his left he could see Mikey, who was still unconscious, and Leo, who was farthest away from him. Leo was stirring and Donnie was sure that he would wake soon. Donnie looked to his right and saw Master Splinter. They were all in the same position as he was, hog-tied on the floor.

Master Splinter raised his head and looked at Donnie. "Are you alright, my son?"

"If it had been anyone else, Donnie might have said something like: "Alright? Of course I'm alright! I'm just bound and lying defenseless on the ground with an undoubtedly insane version of my brother running around, who obviously has intent to hurt me!" But, since it was Master Splinter, he simply said "Yes, Sensei."

"Apart from the chafed wrists and ankles, I'm fine too, Sensei," came Leo's voice. Donnie turned to see him struggling slightly against his restraints.

Michelangelo groaned and opened his eyes. He glanced blearily around, his gaze traveling from Leo to Donnie to Master Splinter. His eyes widened a bit further with each family member he focused on. He gasped outright when he caught sight of Master Splinter. "What's going on?"

"I do not know, my son," Master Splinter responded.

Mikey struggled against his bonds as Leo had done. "Man, I can't get free! What is this rope stuff?" He asked, craning his neck to try to get a look at his restraints.

Donnie took the question to be directed at him and provided the answer. "Its reinforced steel, the stuff that's used to make suspension bridge cables. There's no way we're getting out of this."

Slow clapping could be heard and the Turtles and their Sensei turned their heads quickly toward the sound. Not-Raph stood in the doorway to the dojo, leaning against the doorframe, looking the picture of nonchalance.

"Bravo, Donnie, I knew there was a reason they call you the smart one," he said lazily.

"Who are you and what have you done with our brother?" Leo yelled, an anger flaring in his eyes that only emerged when his family was threatened.

"Temper, temper. Isn't that supposed to be MY problem?" Not-Raph scolded casually. "That's not a good characteristic in a leader, bro."

"YOU" Leo spat, "are not my brother. The Raphael I know would ever hurt his brothers."

Donnie was amused, despite the situation. Leo rarely got this angry, and –if he was free- Donnie was sure that right now he'd be tearing Not-Raph apart.

"Ouch, that hurts," Not-Raph said sarcastically, holding a hand over his heart. Leo glared at him. "Alright, if you must know," he said, "your version of me is in my dimension. We switched places. A slightly sadistic grin spread across his face as he stepped into the dojo proper and began a slow journey toward the immobile ninjas on the floor.

"Huh?" Mikey was confused. He was having difficulties accepting the fact that the brother he so looked up to (from any dimension, it didn't matter) would harm him.

"Where I come from, the four of us rule New York," Not-Raph said. He was met by expressions that were mixtures of confusion and surprise. "Yeah, we were raised by Oroku Saki"-a collective gasp and audible "No!" from Leo could be heard- "but he tried to stiff us in a deal so we offed him." The red banded Turtle ignored Master Splinter's disgusted grunt and plowed on. "We took over his empire and pretty much rule the city with an iron fist."

"How can you accomplish this and maintain it?" Donnie burst out, his voice holding traces of anger, confusion, and disgust. "The government would step in."

Not-Raph snorted. "Our Donatello has such advanced weaponry that if they tried to take us down they'd be crushed flat in three seconds. We have a deal: They leave us alone and we don't blast them."

Donnie looked sick at the news that any form of himself would be willing to destroy innocent people and not care.

"So if you're so great over there what are you doing here?" Leo snarled.

Not-Raph was non-plussed. "Well, ruling the city is nice and all, but it gets dull after a while, especially because Leo doesn't let me do whatever I want. I was bored one day and I found a TV program on Alternate Dimensions. It was really interesting. I decided to find out as much as I could. And I found out quite a lot. Long story short, I found out how to get here."

"So, what are you thinking? 'Hey, I found a dimension with an alternate version of my family! Let's visit! And oooh, I know! I'll throw their version of me back into my dimension to stand in for me'!" Leo was livid.

"Well, I…" Not-Raph began, but Leo raged on.

"And then once you get here you think: 'Hey! Let's tie everyone up and taunt them! This is fun'!"

No-Raph chuckled. No, I planned this coming in, Fearless Leader."

"But, why? What are you doing to us?" Mikey was distraught.

"Well, I drugged you and tied you up so I can get rid of you and you can't fight back.

"What? Get rid of us? Why?"

"Well, I can't take over this New York with you in the way."

Everyone was silent for a moment as they processed this. Donnie was the first to regain his voice.

"You already rule New York in your dimension! Why do you need this one too?"

"Actually, we all rule New York together," he grinned nastily. "And I'm sick of sharing."

With that he produced a thick blue candle and a small bag of white powder. He turned to face the mirror.

"Where did you get that?" Mikey asked curiously.

"Dunno, some store."

"What!" Leo yelped. "You walked into a store in broad daylight and bought that?"

Not-Raph glanced over his shoulder at Leo and raised an eye ridge. "Of course not. I walked into a store in broad daylight and stole it. There's a difference."

"And the store-owner just let you walk out of the store with an enormous mirror? They didn't try to stop you?" Donnie asked, incredulous.

"I convinced them that it was in their best interest to let me leave without making a fuss." He ran his hand over a Sai and grinned. "Of course, most people fled when they saw me, screaming about monsters and aliens. Twitchy creatures, those humans."

He busied himself coating the mirror with the powder. That finished, he placed the candle on the floor in front of the mirror and lit it. The powder seemed to catch fire. It burned brightly for a few seconds, then died down. When the flames has subsided the surface of the mirror had changed. It was shimmering and undulating, like water. Not-Raph grinned and clapped his hands together. He turned to face his hostages, smirking.

"So, who's first?" His gaze slid to Master Splinter ad he chuckled darkly. "The rat. Perfect." He strode over to where the aged Ninja master lay bound on the floor and lifted him up.

Master Splinter had fallen silent after asking his sons if they were alright. Now he spoke, anger lacing his voice.

"You act out of self interest alone. You have no honor. You are a disgrace to the name of ninja and Raphael."

Not-Raph was not thrilled. He shook his captive violently. "You know, that kind of stuff is why I hated you. I'm glad we killed you when we had the chance." He then tossed Master Splinter into the mirror, who disappeared with a small ripple.

"You're a monster," Mikey spat. No one treated his family like that and got away with it.

Mikey was seized and thrown into the mirror. Donnie was next. He squirmed and was dropped. Annoyed, Not-Raph kicked him toward the mirror and pushed him in with his foot. Leo was the last one left. He was still shocked at the comment about killing master Splinter. Not-Raph laughed as he lifted the blue-clad Turtle.

"Have fun," he growled. "Say hi to you for me." Leo just gaped at him, even as he was sailing through the air and vanishing through the mirror.

Not-Raph dusted himself off, then looked at his hands in disgust. Touching vermin always made him feel filthy. He set off to wash his hands, humming tunelessly and mulling over his plans to conquer the city.


To be continued...

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