Ummm... Hi everyone. I know it's been a long time since I've updated, and I apologize for that. I had a lot of stuff going on and I also had a mild case of writer's block. But, I'm back now! So... the font on this page (the "preview uploaded document" page) is really big and dark. Is it supposed to be like that? I apologize if this chapter comes out all bold or something weird like that. Okaaayy... onto my lovely reviewers, who have probably already given up on this story because it takes me a freakin' year to update...

Kikyophoenix19: I'm glad you like it.Torturing the Turtles? I'll save that for the other fic I'm working on. GAH! Quotation marks, how you vex me! This is not a very good excuse, but it still applies, so I'm gonna use it. I broke my arm when I was 11, and now my wrist is all weird and doesn't trurn right. This makes typing difficult, especiall wil my left hand, which is the one I broke. Typing for a long time makes my hand go numb, and I miss likttle things. Like evil quotation marks. But, fear not! I will not let that get in the way, and I will try to fix it! I think it's fixed in this chapter. If it's not, you can smack me. Okay, so, here's the update, I hope you enjoy!

Pacphys: My best friend actually likes warm pop. She says cold pop gives her a stomachache. Oh well, to each their own. Yeah, I think I might run and hide from Vegemite, it doesn't sound too tasty.Mikey is looking out for his family, someone in that loony bin has to. I felt bad for drugging and tying up the Turtles, but it had to be done. Where are they going? You'll find out in this chapter. It's not as bad as you think.

Lunar-Ninja: Your reviews make me laugh. What a maroon indeed. Unfortunatley, he can be a dangerous maroon, so the Turtles (the GOOD Turtles) better watch out. Sharpening your butcher knife? This could be bad for Not-Raph...

Chibi Rose Angel: I'm glad you like the story, very glad indeed. But liking the Not-Turtles? Hmmm, I can understand Not-Donnie ('cuz I kinda like him too) but Not-Leo? He's pretty evil. Oh well, sorry for the delayed update. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Pi90katana: Nice of you to drop by! Yes, I am very proud of you, and I'm glad you like the story. Where else in the US would you get 19.8 inches of snow in March? That's right, my friend, good old Minnesota. The weather in MN is very unpredictable too. One day it's sunny and 70, the next day you're freezing your ass off. One day your softball game is cancelled because the temp is below freezing, the next you're wearing shorts to the game. It's insane! Oh well. I hope you like this chapter!

Lone Warrior2: Wow, you have a lot of questions! A lot are answered in the chapters, but the one about killing Not-Raph? Only time will tell. I'm glad you're liking it!

Irvine659: This story was actually inspired by a fear I had when I was really little that in the middle of the night when I went to the bathroom, my reflection would become autonomous and attack me. Kinda weird, but hey, it spawned a story! So yeah, trusting mirrors was hard for me for a while. But I grew out of it. It's knida supposedto be comfusing. I'm trying to withhold details and release them little by little. I like Not-Donnie. He's very fun to write. Unfortunatley he's not in this chapter much, but he will be in the next one! ( At least I think so) Good job guessing Not-Raph's motive, by the way.

Fire and Sun: Here's my update! Sorry it took so long!

Kaya Lizzie: Wow, so many pleases, how can I refuse?Here is the update! Sorry it took so long!

Isis-Lament: Wow, I like that list of adjectives. Softball season has been taking up a lot of my time, but I avoided doing my homework today and wrote most of this chapter. The Turtles are gonna try something, but first they have to save themselves! Here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy! PS: No, we weren't snowed in. But we did have a snowday, that was exciting. It was also weird because it got like, 70 the next day, and all the snow was gone by the end of the week. Crazy MN weather, I tell ya...

Disclaimer: I do not own the Turtles. Please do not sue me. If you do try to sue me, you're outta luck because I'm a 17 year old kid with no money. Just warning you.

Now, the moment you've all been waiting for...


Raph had gotten a ride back to "his" building from Not-Donnie. He wasn't quite sure if it had been a good idea, but he didn't exactly have any other options. They traveled in silence and arrived without incident. Not-Donnie bid him farewell and flew off. Raph dragged himself back to "his" room, waving off all of the foot soldiers that tried to talk to him. When he arrived, he threw himself onto the bed, thinking about how Not-Mikey had talked about researching inter-dimensional travel and how he said that he's give Raph a call if he found anything out.

Raph groaned and rolled onto his side. He was emotionally drained. All he wanted was to go home, but he didn't know how. So he just laid there.

He was still laying there twenty minutes later when he heard the crash in the bathroom.

Actually, it was a series of four crashes, each roughly thirty seconds apart. Alarmed, Raph bolted up off the bed and ran toward the bathroom, unsheathing his Sais as he went. He paused outside the door and took a deep breath. Then he kicked the door open. The sight inside made him gasp.

His family lay in a pile on the ground, hog-tied with a strange silver rope, unconscious.

"Guys!" Raph rushed to them. He saw that Donnie and Mikey were crushing Master Splinter. He carefully pulled him out and tried to cut off the rope binding his wrists and ankles. The blade of his Sai had no effect, however, it just bounced right off.

"What the…?" Frowning, he tried again. And again. He began to get frustrated. No, no, Raphael, keep your cool, you got this. He realized that the material the restraints were made out of was metallic, and therefore impossible to him to cut. Instead, he thrust the tip of his Sai into the knot. He twisted it, working the knot until it came free.

After freeing his Sensei, Raph made his way over to Mikey, then Donnie, and finally Leo.

When Raph finally got the bindings off of Leo's wrists and ankles, he grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him slightly.

"Wake up Leo," Raph murmured. All of his brother and Master Splinter had chafed wrists and ankles from their bonds. This made Raph's blood boil. That other guy did this to my family. He's not going to get away with it! Raph wanted to get their wounds cleaned up, but it would be a lot easier if they were conscious.

"Come on Leo, wake up buddy," Raph said, more insistently this time. Eyelids fluttered behind the blue bandanna, and its wearer groaned. Leo opened his eyes and gazed blearily around. When his eyes focused on Raph he frowned and scrambled up.

"Don't touch me!" He snarled.

Raph looked like he's been slapped. Recovering, he took a tentative step toward his older brother.

"Leo, it's me!" He wondered what the other him had done to make Leo so angry.

"Raph…?" Leo looked around the bathroom, actually seeing it for the first time. "Where are we?"

"Alternate Dimension," Raph responded absently, waving a hand. "Are you okay?"

Leo dropped down next to Donnie and checked his pulse. "I'm fine. What is this place?" He took his genius brother by the shoulders and shook him, calling his name softly.

Raph followed suit with Master Splinter. "My bathroom." Leo raised an eye ridge at him. "Well, alternate dimension me's bathroom."

Leo looked around at the immaculate furnishings and snorted. "He's such a great guy. He totally deserves it," he said, with such sarcasm that Raph laughed out loud.

"Hey, alternate dimension you isn't exactly the nicest Turtle in the world."

"Mmmmmmph…" Donnie sat up and rubbed his wrists. The he caught sight of Raph shaking Master Splinter and narrowed his eyes. "Get off of him!" Leo had to restrain him to keep him from launching himself at Raph.

"Donnie! Donnie! That's Raph! OUR Raph!" Donnie stopped struggling after hearing Leo's explanation. Raph gave him a small smile and a meek wave.

"Oh…" Donnie looked sheepish. "Sorry Raph."

"It's okay, bro," Raph replied, grateful that he was finally with people who didn't want to kill him. Master Splinter's eyes opened, and when he looked at Raph, he instinctively flinched. But then he looked closely into his eyes, and finally smiled.

"My son, I am sorry. I thought for a moment that you were… the other."

Raph smiled back. "No Sensei, it's me." He helped Master Splinter stand and Leo did the same with Donnie. Then all eyes fell on Mikey, who was still sprawled out on the floor, now covered in discarded lengths of cable from his brothers' wrists and ankles.

"We better wake him up," Leo said, beginning to kneel next to his brother.

"Can't we just leave him like that?" Raph wondered aloud, earning a smirk from Donnie and a frown from Master Splinter.

Leo shook the orange-clad Turtle lightly. "Hey Mikey, wake up, bro."

Mikey groaned and opened his eyes. "Huh? Leo? Where are we?" He sat up and rubbed his head. When he caught sight of Raph, he looked a little confused and uncertain. "Raph?"

Raph tried his best to make his voice sound gentle and calm. "Yeah Mikey, it's me."

The youngest Turtle's eyes lit up and he jumped to his feet. "Yay! We got rid of evil Raph!"

"Hate to break it to you Mikey," Donnie said cryptically, "but I think evil Raph got rid of us."

Mikey frowned, and then looked around the room. He emitted a small squeak as he realized that he wasn't in the lair. "Awww man, this is not good."

"Come on guys, let's get your wounds cleaned up," Raph said, changing the subject. He did not want to have to deal with a hysterical, panicking Mikey. He headed over to one of the many medicine cabinets and yanked it open. Inside he found about fifty different types of cologne. "Whoa, how much of this stuff does that guy need?"

"You could use that much, Raph," Mikey said slyly, earning his a glare from his brother in red.

Donnie walked to the nearest cabinet and opened it. He found a large collection of razors. "What does he need these for? He doesn't have any hair to shave!"

Mikey giggled and opened the cupboard nearest him, thinking this was great fun. He stared at the contents for a while, trying to figure out what they were. Realization dawned on him, and he slammed the door closed quickly. Everyone stared at him.

"You really don't want to look in there," he said nervously. Everyone shrugged and turned to look at Leo, who was opening his own cabinet. It was full of extra toilet paper. He frowned.

"Don't any of these medicine cabinets actually have medical products in them?" He asked no one in particular, frustration evident on his face.

"Here is one with bandages and antiseptics, my sons," Master Splinter called out. Everyone raced over, and they all helped clean each other's bloody chafing.

One he was all cleaned up, Mikey ran over to the door that Raph had kicked in, and stared into the bedroom beyond.

"Whoa! You guys gotta come check this out!" Mikey ran into the bedroom, followed closely by Leo and Donnie. Raph and Master Splinter followed slowly. Raph did not think that this place was something to get excited about, and Master Splinter never hurried unless it was absolutely necessary.

The other Turtles were admiring the grandiose bedroom when they heard a beeping sound. They watched ad Raph ran over to a giant computer looking thing and stared at some buttons. He looked up at his brothers.

"I have a phone call. Hide!"

That sounded very strange to all of them, but the remaining Turtles and Master Splinter each found a spot to take cover in. Raph pushed the button that was flashing orange and was greeted by Not-Mikey's sneering face.

"I found out some information for you," he said, sounding like he'd rather be talking to anybody else right now. "Raph got a lot of his information and supplies from that witchdoctor guy, Baxter Stockman."

"Yeah, you said that," Raph replied. He had really been hoping for something more worthwhile.

"I know, idiot, let me finish. He owns a shop called 'Magick Spelles' on 12th and Melrose. Go talk to him, I'm sure he can give you some info. And ring the gong before you go out next time, you've even freaked out people in my borough, and they're annoying when they're hysterical." Not-Mikey hung up before Raph could respond.

The real Mikey pulled himself out from under the bed. He looked thunderstruck. "That was alternate dimension me?"

"'Fraid so," Raph replied, amused at the look on his brother's face.

"But…But…how can that be me? That guy was all rude and stuff. I'm not like that!"

"That's why he's alternate dimension you, and not real you," Raph replied.

"What was that I heard about Stockman? He's a witchdoctor?" Donnie looked amused. "I gotta see this."

"You guys can come with me," Raph stated. "Now, I gotta warn you. The Foot works for us. Don't freak out, but the place is swarming with them." He looked at Master Splinter. "Sensei, I don't know how to tell you this, but in this dimension, you're dead." Master Splinter just bowed his head, so Raph continued. "It wouldn't look too good if all of a sudden you came strolling out of the elevator when you're supposed to be dead."

"I shall remain here, my sons, and meditate on this crisis we are facing. Perhaps I can come up with a way for all of us to get home." With that the old rat sat on the floor and crossed his legs.

"Master Splinter, are you sure?" Leo asked uncertainly.

"Go, my sons. I shall be fine here."

They all bowed to him, and followed Raph out into the elevator. Raph pushed the button or the ground floor and then turned to his brothers as the car descended.

"Remember guys, we're the big bad-asses around here. We rule over everyone. Everyone be confident and cocky." Then he turned to Donnie, looking extremely uncomfortable. "Maybe you better not say anything."

Donnie was confused, and opened his mouth to protest, but just then the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Every ninja in the place turned to look at the terrapin occupants of the car.

"Masters!" They all cried in unison, sinking to one knee. Leo, Donnie, and Mikey all glanced at Raph, who shrugged.

"Told ya," he whispered.

They left the car and made for the front door, wending their way through a group of what, back home, would have been called their most hated enemies. Here they were their entourage.

A gong sounded as they were halfway to the door. Leo looked around wildly and almost unsheathed his Katanas, but Raph shot him a look. They finally reached the door and practically bolted outside.

"Well," Mikey said after the door swung shut. "That was only a little bit creepy."

"I can't believe we're associated with the Foot!" Leo cried out in disgust.

"WE aren't, Leo," Donnie reminded him.

"It's still nauseating," Leo replied.

"Okay, let's get this show on the road!" Mikey broke in. Then he ran off down the sidewalk.

Raph sighed and took off after him. "I'm used to Donnie acting like this," he muttered. But Donnie heard.

"Huh?" He asked, catching up to Raph. Raph glanced at his purple clad brother, who was giving him a quizzical look.

"Nothing," Raph responded quickly, and sped up to catch up with Mikey. Donnie looked over at Leo, who shrugged.

12th and Melrose was only about seven blocks away, and with no one to avoid on the streets they made it there in no time.

Raph looked up at the creaky old wooden sign that read "Magick Spelles" and snorted. This is gonna be interesting.

"He spelled 'magic' and 'spells' wrong," Mikey commented, as he glanced up at the sign.

Donnie sighed. "He was trying to make it Old English looking. I'm not quite sure why, if he's a witchdoctor."

"Don't try to explain Stockman's reasoning, you'll give yourself a migraine," Raph said, as he walked up to the shop. The sign on the door read "Closede", but Raph pulled on the door anyway. It opened. He looked at his brothers, who were all staring at him from the sidewalk. "Coming?"

Mikey leaped forward and entered the shop after Raph. Leo was next, followed by Donnie, who glanced at the sign on the door and shook his head, muttering something about the stupidity of Stockman never changing.

The inside of the shop was dark and musty, and cluttered with all kinds of strange junk.

Mikey found his way over to a shelf and lifted up a small, blood red box. "Hey guys, I wonder what's in here?"

"Mikey, don't! Leave that thing alone." Leo pleaded.

"Hey, you break it, you buy it pal," Raph added.

Mikey ignored them and opened the lid. A horrible wailing erupted from the depths of the small container, causing him to slam the lid shut almost instantaneously.

"Whoa, that was horrible, it sounded like a banshee," Donnie commented, staring at the offending box.

"That's because it WAS a banshee, you fools. Now, what are you doing in here, the sign says closed!"

A light flickered on and the owner of the angry voice came into clear view. It was Stockman, all right, but definitely not the Stockman the Turtles knew. This Stockman had long, shoulder length hair that looked like it hadn't been combed (or washed, for that matter) in weeks. It was topped with a tall, pointed wizard's hat: periwinkle blue with yellow stars. He had matching robes, and was even wearing a monocle.

"Whoa, this guy looks like an extra from the Harry Potter movies," Mikey joked.

When Stockman realized who it was that was in his shop, his face visibly paled. "My lords! What a pleasant surprise! Forgive me, I had no idea that it was you in here." He sank to one knee, and in the process cracked his head against the checkout counter.

The Turtles couldn't help it; they burst out laughing. Stockman looked up and then started laughing too. Loud, forced, laughs rang throughout the tiny shop, long after the boys had desisted.

"Okay, that's enough" Raph growled impatiently.

Stockman stopped at once. "Yes sir, of course sir. What can I do for you today?"

Raph glanced at his brothers. They shook their heads. They really didn't want to tell this world's Stockman that they weren't the bloodthirsty rulers he thought them to be.

"Just give me some of the same stuff I got last time," Raph responded, hoping against hope that this would make sense to the magic shop owner.

"The inter-dimensional transportation powder?" Stockman asked. Raph blinked.

"Uh….yeah."

"Powder for going to the same place?" He asked, busying himself with some jars of different colored dust.

"Yeah," Raph said, glancing at his brothers again.

"Did you test it yet? If so, you need a new candle." Stockman's voice was still a little shaky. Raph grinned; he enjoyed making Stockman nervous.

"Yeah, I need a new candle."

"So you tested it!" Stockman's eyes shone as he looked at the red-clad Turtle. "How did it go?"

"Is that any of your business?" Raph snarled, taking pleasure in intimidating the man.

Stockman gasped and went back to filling a baggie with powder. "No sir, of course not sir." He placed the baggie on the counter and turned to a huge shelf filled with candles. He selected a dark blue one and placed it next to the baggie. "The powder will stick to the mirror by itself, so you don't need to wet it." Raph nodded. Stockman pushed some buttons of the cash register. "That'll be $24.99."

Raph looked at his bothers. "You guys got any money?"

"Nope," Mikey said, holding up his empty hands.

"I'm afraid not," Leo said.

"Negative," Donnie added.

Raph turned back to Stockman. "It seems we don't have any money," He began, in his most threatening voice.

Stockman took the hint. "Oh my, what am I saying. Anything for you is free of charge, my lords."

Raph grabbed the powder and candle and gave them to Donnie, who stuck them in his belt.

The Turtles turned to leave the store. "Thank you," they said together, making Stockman feel uneasy.

"No problem my lords, come back soon," he replied, even though he'd rather sit on a cactus than have to deal with them again.

They didn't respond, they just walked out the door. Once they were out on the sidewalk, the other three turned to Raph.

"Wow, Raph, you were really scary," Mikey said in awe. Raph just chuckled.

"Come on you guys, let's get back to Master Splinter so we can use this stuff and get home," Donnie said, patting the bulge in his belt where the powder and candle were stored.

They were just about to head off in the direction of "Raph's" building, when a loud gong caught their attention. A loud crackling noise filled the air, like static from an out of range cell phone.

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaaphie…" A voice resounded from the loudspeakers that, once he looked, Raph noticed were everywhere. "Raphie, I see you've brought some new friends. Why don't you come out and plaaaaaaaaay?" Manic laughter filled the air, and then stopped, along with the static sound.

"What the shell was that?" Mikey yelled, spinning his 'Chucks and glancing around wildly.

"That sounded kind of like Leo's voice. But it couldn't have been, could it?" Donnie pondered.

"Raph, what was that?" Leo answered, his Katanas out and ready.

Raph didn't acknowledge them right away. He just stared straight ahead, an unreadable expressionhis face. Then he spoke, so softly that the others almost didn't catch it.

"He knows you're here…"


Dun Dun DUUUUUUN! Ha ha, sorry, couldn't resist. Whaddaya think? Like it? Yes? No? Well, review anyway. Ta ta for now!