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Please note: Character thoughts are in italics.

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Chapter 12-Purple Makes Three

Michelangelo was in front of the stove, humming a tune that Raphael did not recognize, as he cooked his eggs for breakfast.

"Morning Raph!"

Raphael grumbled an inaudible reply to his orange masked brother. I don't understand how he is always so happy this early in the morning.

Master Splinter entered the kitchen, and began to prepare himself a cup of tea.

Both sons greeted their father. "Morning Master Splinter."

"Mornin Sensai."

"Good Morning, my sons."

Even though it has been months since Raphael had returned to his family, sometimes Mikey wanted to pinch himself to ensure that this was real and not a dream. Sure his older brother was a bit short tempered at times, and he was clearly not a morning turtle, yet despite all of his flaws, the energetic turtle adored his emotional brother. Michelangelo couldn't imagine ever going back to living without him. And Donnie and Leo are still out there. What are we going to do about them?

As the caffeine hit his system, Raphael's mind began to clear, and his thoughts focused on the small family in front of him. Despite the large gaps in his memories, among Mikey and Master Splinter, Raph had found a level of comfort and acceptance he had never experienced among the Triceritons. And this stirred an innate need within him to take on the role of protector of this small family. And I still have two more brothers out there. But what are we going to do about them?

Splinter watched his two brooding sons eat their breakfast and suppressed a sigh. He knew that they were both thinking about their missing brothers. Master Splinter was thrilled to learn that all four of his sons were still alive, and somewhere in New York City. But after years apart, was it really possible for their small family to rebuild itself? Especially with Donatello and Leonardo still apart from their brothers and father? Splinter let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. What are we going to do about my sons?

Suddenly the elderly rat's ears twitched, as they picked up the sounds of someone approaching the lair.

Before Raph and Mikey could react, Splinter had tackled the intruder. The two brothers rushed forward to see who had found their hidden home.

Mikey realized who it was first and called out to his father. "Wait, Master Splinter! That's Donatello!"

It had taken three days for Leonardo to calm down. He had finally tempered his anger enough to walk around Foot Headquarters without wanting to punch somebody. As he stalked down the familiar hallways to the dojo, the angry teen noticed that the Foot Soldiers would back up against the walls. Ok, well maybe I'm still a little pissed off.

Leonardo always tried to be the perfect son. Usually he followed his father's orders without question. And now the one time he shows just a little independence he's punished for it! Leonardo let out a roar as he threw the shuriken from his belt across the room. They landed in the center of the target on the other side.

Leo continued to rant as he withdrew the swords from his back, the sharp blades slashing the empty air with angry strokes, punctuating his cries. "I do everything he asks of me!" Downward slash. "What is he hiding!" Punch. "What is so special about those damn turtles!" Kick. "And why can't I remember!"

Leonardo let out a guttural growl as he threw his twin katana's into the practice dummy.

I haven't been punished like this since I was a little kid!

Suddenly Leonardo froze and his eyes grew wide. Wait a minute! I haven't been punished like this since I was a little kid. Not since that time I came back from my first patrol.

Leonardo fell to his knees to regain his breath while his memory surfaced.

**Flashback**

Oroku Saki was seated at his desk when a young Leonardo tentatively approached him. The curious youngster had returned from his first patrol with the Foot Ninja's. On their return to Foot Headquarters, the youth passed a school playground and was enthralled by the young children playing together. Foot Headquarters was only ever full of adults. That was the first time the mutant turtle had seen human children, and he was curious if there were other mutant turtle children too. They looked like they were having so much fun together.

Saki's head looked up from the financial reports he was reviewing.

"What is it Leonardo?"

"Um, well, we passed a playground full of human children on our way back from patrol. And I was sort of wondering if um, there were any other mutant turtle's like me, to play with?"

His Father's eyes hardened as he replied. "You are alone."

"But Father, are you sure? I mean, New York City is a big city and all. There might be…"

The curious child was cut off by his father.

"Enough! They are only a distraction. You are to forget about them, my son. You're place is to train not to play. Clearly you are not ready to go out on your own. From now on, one of my Elite Guard will accompany you at all times."

**End Flashback**

Leonardo's eyes widened further as realization struck home. It had taken months before Master Shredder trusted Leo enough to let him go out on patrols alone. They! Them! He must've known these other turtles existed all this time. Now how am I going to get some answers?

After Donatello had made his decision to rejoin his brothers, he had set out to find them. Don adjusted the brown bag on his shoulder as he peered down at the device in his hand. Donnie had been following the signal from the tracking device he planted on his brothers' shells, when they hugged, during their encounter in Central Park. For hours the genius had trekked in the dark, damp, smelly sewers, carrying a very heavy brown bag, filled not only with the tools he would need to reclaim their memories, but also the portable transmat device and the syringe from Mr. Mortu.

Tired from his search, Donnie barely had time to drop his bag to the ground before he found himself flat on his shell, with a large, human sized, brown rat, staring in his face! What the shell?

The startled turtle heard his brother's voice call out. "Wait, Master Splinter! That's Donatello!"

Confusion crossed the old rat's face for a moment, and then recognition, as he looked at the figure beneath him.

With a sharp intake of breath, Splinter stood as he whispered. "Donatello?"

Master Splinter? Wait a minute.

Donatello turned his eyes to his red clad brother's voice as the rat helped him to his feet. "Donnie, how'd you find us?"

"I uh, well you see, I..." Don just couldn't seem to form words. Standing in front of him was a giant talking rat! My father's a giant rat?

His mind finally starting to catch up, Donatello turned to face his two brothers. "Bros, I think you forgot to tell me something about our father."

Mikey let out a chuckle as he embraced his flabbergasted brother in a bear hug. "Welcome home bro!"

Master Splinter stared at his smartest son as he listened to the end of his story.

"And now I'm here. I've got everything I need to reclaim our lost memories. We just need Leonardo."

Raphael was skeptical as he leaned back in his chair and began rocking on two of the legs. "I dunno Donnie, Leo hasn't exactly been cooperative when we've run into him. And just how exactly are we going to reclaim these forgotten memories?"

The genius reached into his brown bag. Don pulled out what looked like a piece of futuristic headgear, with lots of electrodes and wires on it. He proudly held up the device for everyone to see. "That's why I have these."

Mikey's eyes grew wide. "Dude, what is that?"

"It's an Utrom neural interface. These will allow us to link our minds together to unearth our missing memories."

Master Splinter did not like what he was hearing. "My sons."

Michelangelo knew that tone of voice. It's Splinter's 'that's great my son but it's not going to happen' voice. But look at the progress so far. Two of my brothers have already returned home. They were so close to piecing together their lost memories. They cannot pass up this opportunity!

Turning his best puppy dog eyes to his Father, Mikey began to whine. "But Master Splinter, pleaaassseee."

Raphael recognized Splinter's body language and no nonsense voice. And then he looked over at his youngest brother's puppy dog eyes. Aw shell, what have I got to lose? Just this once. Raphael turned and joined in on Mikey's plea, adding puppy dog eyes of his own. "Sensai, pleaaassseee."

Donatello's eyes glanced from his two brother's to his father. What the shell, if you can't beat them, join them.

Splinter couldn't suppress the smile that passed across his face. He never thought he would see all of his sons together again. And now for the first time in ten years, the old rat had hope. This could be our only chance with Leonardo. And he never could resist three pairs of puppy dog eyes.

"My sons, go, bring your eldest brother home."

A/N: The thought of puppy dog eyes on the boys, aww... Finally, Donnie is home! In the chapters to come, poor Leo won't stand a chance when it's three against one and soon we'll find out how the brothers got separated all those years ago in the first place. Finally, virtual Cinnamon buns to those who review!