A/N: A big thank you to those who have reviewed. Your reviews keep my plot bunny oh so happy! Since it took eight chapters for Donnie to first appear in this story, he didn't want to give up the spotlight just yet, enjoy!

Please note: Character thoughts are in italics.

Disclaimer: Someday the stars will align and the turtles will be all mine, mine, mine, but until then, they are so not, not, not. Sigh.

Chapter 9-Another Turtle

Donatello took a shaky step into his room. His head was spinning like a top. I'm not alone! I have brothers, and not just one brother, but three of them! And they are all still alive! This is amazing!

He abruptly sat down on the bed and began to ponder his options. Although Donnie still had gaps in his memories, Mr. Mortu filled him in on what happened that fateful day all those years ago. And it wasn't a pretty story. But the more pressing issue was how to recruit his brothers. While it appeared that two of them remained together, it was obvious that the oldest, Leonardo, was working for the enemy. He would be the toughest to convince to fight against Ch'rell.

From what the Guardians reported, it also appeared that his black masked brother had also become quite the skilled warrior. This would make convincing him especially difficult, for in a fight, it sounded like he could easily over take any one of his brothers.

The genius turtle narrowed his eyes. But if all three of us fought together to take him down, perhaps we would be able to restrain him long enough to show him the truth behind Oroku Saki. Now how am I going to find my other two brothers to convince them to help me? Donatello got up to grab an Utrom caffeine supplement as his mind pondered the problem.

Hoping to ease the nerves of both of his young sons, Master Splinter had called for an impromptu meditation setting. He could feel the frustration rolling off of both of his sons in waves, but still the ninjitsu master pushed forward with the exercise.

Raphael and Michelangelo opened their eyes to find themselves surrounded by mist.

Not as familiar with meditation as his younger brother, Raphael turned to question him. "Mikey, what's going on?"

"I'm not sure Raph, it looks like we are experiencing the same vision or something."

"So what do we do now little bro?"

Mikey shrugged his shoulders. He never knew why meditation was so weird sometimes. "I dunno, I guess we should check things out."

The two turtles started walking through the mist, with no particular destination in mind.

Donatello let out another deep breath. He wasn't the biggest fan of meditation but sometimes the genius turtle found it useful for quieting his noisy mind. And after the events of today, he could really use some order for his frantic thoughts. He had developed a headache hours ago from mulling over what to do about his missing brothers. Unsettled, Donnie had turned to meditation. Except today's session was quite unusual. Usually he found himself unable to focus and quit after only a few minutes. But today he was surrounded in a thick mist and found himself wandering around with no particular destination in mind.

He called out into the darkness. "Hello? Is anybody there?"

The only sound was his voice echoing off hidden walls. With a shrug, the bo wielding turtle continued onward into the mist.

While it felt like Raph and Mikey had been wandering around the mist for hours, in reality it was probably only a few minutes. Suddenly Mikey tilted his head to the side.

"Uh Raph, do you hear that?"

With the question in his eyes, Raph turned to respond to his younger brother.

"I don't hear anything Mikey."

The red masked turtle started to move forward again, only to turn and find that his younger brother had not moved from his post.

"Mikey?"

With fear creeping into his veins, Mikey reached for his nunchaku. "Dude, I don't think we are alone."

Uncertain what was making his brother freak out, Raph pulled the sais from his belt anyway.

"Come on bro."

Taking one step forward the red masked turtle stopped mid stride, for he too finally heard the sound in the distance. It sounded like someone was approaching them.

Mikey was now in full panic mode and his voice had risen an octave. "Um, Raphie, what was that?"

With a roll of his eyes, Raph turned to comfort his jumpy brother. "Relax Mikey, nothing here is real remember."

"Maybe so, but whatever it is, it's right on top of us!"

Donatello felt like he had been wandering around the thick mist for hours now, with no success. He wasn't sure what the vision was trying to tell him, but he knew that it had to be something important. Usually the inquisitive turtle couldn't quiet his mind long enough to meditate for more than a few minutes at a time. A sudden movement in the shadows caught his attention. Tensing up, he silently pulled the bo staff from his back and walked forward. In the spirit realm, he wasn't certain the bo staff would actually be helpful, but nevertheless the gesture brought comfort to the purple banded turtle.

The mist parted to reveal the masked turtles standing in a clearing, a look of bewilderment on each of their faces.

Donatello's eyes roamed over the two turtles. The red one was obviously the strongest of the three. Donnie was no slouch in the physically fit department but his muscles weren't nearly as defined or as large as the red banded turtle's. This guy looks like a hardened warrior. The scars across his plastron and left forearm suggested he was also likely to strike first and think later. In his hands he tightly gripped two sais, his stance suggesting he was ready to leap into action at any moment.

The orange masked reptile was almost a complete opposite to the red one. He was short, the shortest out of the three of them and his weapons were still tucked neatly into the belt at his waist. His eyes twinkled with merriment, while his stance suggested he was ready to leap away at any given moment. While he also had defined muscles, his weren't nearly as large as the red one's, instead reminding Donnie of his own. But it was his legs that really caught the purple loving turtle's attention. Unlike Donnie whose muscles were evenly defined across his body, the orange turtle's legs had the greatest muscle definition. I bet he favors acrobatics. Orange subconsciously rocked back and forth on his heels, a bundle of barely contained energy.

These two turtles have to be my missing brothers. But there is only one way to find out for sure.

Taking a deep breath, Don questioned tentatively. "Raphael? Michelangelo?"

Michelangelo let out a shaky breath that he didn't realize he had been holding. This must our brother Donatello! I can't believe it, all my brothers are still alive! "Donnie?"

Raphael's eyes flicked back and forth between his two brothers, his mind unable to form any coherent thoughts. All of his life, he had thought he was the only mutant turtle in existence. And now in a matter of mere weeks he had gone from being an outcast on an alien world, all alone, to being back to his own world among two of his three brothers! It was too much for Raph to take in. And just as he experienced when meeting Mikey for the first time, there was something about this purple clad turtle that seemed familiar to Raphael. His gut told him he knew this turtle, even though he couldn't remember him. And something about these two made him want to protect them.

Donatello's eyes widened in surprise. "You know who I am?"

Michelangelo wanted to rush up to his purple masked brother and engulf him in a big hug. But not knowing how the bo carrying turtle would react, he held himself back. Instead he focused that energy into talking, his words tumbling out in a rush. I feel like I've said this all before, but here we go again!

"Yeah, we are your bro's! I'm Michelangelo, Mikey for short. Your youngest brother. And this big guy here is Raphael, or Raph for short. He's your immediate older brother. And we have another brother too, the eldest, his name is Leonardo, but he's not with us at the moment."

As Mikey paused to take another breath, Donnie put his hand up to signal stop. This orange guy certainly talked fast!

"Mikey wait a minute. Listen to me, I know you guys are in NY. So am I. Can you meet me at the TCRI building? Then we can fill each other in on what's going on."

Raphael had been silent during the exchange but something about the mention of the TCRI building set off his internal alarms. Something wasn't 'right' about that TCRI building. And while Raph was certainly interested in meeting his long lost brother, who didn't immediately appear to be with the enemy, unlike Leonardo, it could still be a set up. For once, the red masked turtle was going to use his head first.

Mikey opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by his older brother. "What a minute Donatello, how do we know you aren't working for the enemy? This could be a trap set up by the Shredder."

Donatello shuddered at the mention of the Utrom's greatest enemy's name. He knew from the Guardian's report to Mr. Mortu that their eldest brother was working for Ch'rell, also known as the Shredder. However, it appeared that he would have to earn the trust of these brothers as well. "Ok, then where do you guys want to meet?"

Raphael turned to his youngest brother, who was more familiar with the city. "Mikey?"

"Umm, how about Central Park, tonight at midnight?"

The mist began to roll back in. Donatello nodded his head once and was gone.

The two masked turtles opened their eyes to find themselves back in the lair, a curious Master Splinter staring at them.

"My sons, what has happened?"

Mikey could no longer keep his energy contained and jumped to his feet, his arms moving wildly in all directions as he recounted their encounter with Donatello.

The old rat's eyes warmed over at the mention of his smartest son. My sons, they had all survived! After all these years, my sons can finally come home. Bless an old rat's heart.

"Be careful my sons. It doesn't sound like Donatello is working for the Shredder, but we do not know who he has been with all these years and where his loyalties lie. One must remain cautious for now."

Mikey was ready to retort but was once again cut off by Raphael. "Don't worry Sensai, we've got this."

Annoyed at being cut off, Mikey shot daggers at his older brother. "Dude, you've got to stop doing that!"

The red turtle chuckled as he hit Mikey in the back of the head. "Make me Mikey."

Raphael took off at a run out of the lair with a laughing Michelangelo hot on his heels.

Donatello opened his eyes to find himself once again alone in his room. He couldn't believe it, all of his brothers were still alive! And in a just a few short hours, he was going to finally meet them. Just wait until Mr. Mortu hears about this!

Unfortunately, the Utrom captain did not give Donatello the reaction he was hoping for. While Mr. Mortu was happy to hear that the turtles had survived, they knew nothing about who they had been with all these years, or where their loyalties lie. It didn't appear that Raphael and Michelangelo were working for the Shredder. But the Shredder can be quite devious and one could not eliminate the possibility so easily.

And there was the other issue, of Donatello himself. The purple masked turtle had become an invaluable addition to the Utrom. But now that he had located his brothers, what was going to happen to the turtle? Would he wish to remain with the Utrom? Or would he leave to rejoin his brothers and their guardian instead?

"Donatello, I cannot allow you to meet with your brothers alone. Ch'rell cannot be trusted. Two Guardian's will accompany you."

The bo wielding turtle wasn't happy to hear about this. Raphael is already wary about meeting with me. The addition of two people Mikey and he don't know, could very well set him off.

He crossed his arms over in front of his plastron, ready to protest. "But Mr. Mortu"

The Utrom raised his hand, cutting off the turtle. "Donatello, this matter is not up for discussion. I will not risk your safety. Until we know if your brothers are friend or foe, you will not meet with them alone. The Guardians can stay out of sight so as not to alarm them."

Donatello let out a sigh but nodded his head. This was an argument he would not win.

A/N: I sense some confrontations coming up in the next chapter. Until then, thanks for reading and please take the time to write a review. Reviews let me know you are reading and enjoying the story. Virtual slices of pizza to those who do!