Hey guys, sorry the last chapter was such a mess. This is my first time using and for some reason their formatting system just ATE all of my scene breaks. I will be editing my work to change the scene breaks from now on.

(chapter three)

" I don't care how much, just get over here and get me installed, I want a better system. All I've got is the backup bots from the basement!" Vatu snapped at his communicator .

Donnie waited patiently for him to finish his call before approaching.

"Sir? who was that?"

"Some vandal, Don't worry about that little thief, he's nothing but a con man."

Donnie Looked at his fingers. "He looked like me." He said quietly.

"You were left orphaned here by a tourist, he probably just came from the same planet as you and decided to use that to try and con you into running away with him so they could ransom you back. Stay away from that criminal. The guard will be by next cycle to pick him up."

Donnie nodded and leaned against the door, waiting for the old wolf to pass him and move upstairs.

"I should return to my work." He thought to himself, but found his gaze drifting off towards the basement.

Somehow he had avoided thinking about where he had come from his whole life, preferring instead to remain future oriented and pursue the study of science to help with the efforts to restore the planet to it's former glory.

But if that creature down there really was from his planet... well... It couldn't hurt him from inside a cage.

Maybe he could just ask it a few questions.

He make a quick pros-cons list inside his brain and soon started to fill the pros side till it far outpaced the cons.

Taking a breath to steady himself he sneaked down the stairs.

"What are you doing!?"

He cringed at Vixen's scaving tone and looked back at her, smiling nervously.

"Scientific research?"

"You were told not to go speaking them." She snapped.

"Aren't you even a little bit curious about where he came from?"

"No, if you're smart you wouldn't be either. This is a harsh planet, you need to keep your focus on the things that matter if you want to survive this."

Donatello sighed, "I guess you're right."

He turned and ascended the stairway to his room.

Sirens blared. Instantly alert he spun and ran into the office past where Vixie huddled on the floor in terror and grabbed the sides of the window to peer out.

Unlike the con turtle that had entered stealthily, only crossing the paths of a few bots, These newcomers were making an entrance with a bang.

Bots swarmed out into the compound.

A strange black and whitish alien smashed one apart with a long weapon he couldn't see very well.

At first he thought that was its natural coloring, then he realized it was wearing war paint.

"Raider." He thought.

Vatu raced by the door. "We're under attack, take Vixie and hide!"

He nodded, "Right." He scooped her up. She dropped her plushie and wailed.

He paused to pick up the small toy before fleeing downstairs intending to hide on the second level of the basement.

Darting by the door to the first level of the basement he froze, something in the corner of his eye stopping him cold.

He could see the other turtle in its cage, gripping the bars and pressing on them to test their strength. As if it could sense him its head turned to pin him with its gaze.

They watched each other for a moment.

A shiver went through him, something about that other turtle was just eerie.

He ignored it and continued downstairs, He huddle in a closet, hugging Vixie close to him.

He clutched her a bit closer as a shock wave traveled through the ground through his bones.

"Was that an explosion?" He asked himself.

Vixie whimpered and looked at him. "Can you do anything to stop this?" She asked.

He looked into her terrified eyes and wondered that himself... Could he do anything to stop this?

Then he spotted a broken bot in the corner, waiting for maintenance.

"I think maybe I can." He said. He set her down and rushed over to the droid, yanking the arm off of it he traced a finger along the hose until he found the tank and yanked that out of the bot too.

Grabbing two wires and holding them against each other, he pointed the arm at his back and squeezed the wires together, setting off a shot. A large white blob stuck to his shell and he stuck the tank on it.

Hoisting the gun up to chest level, he ascended the stairs. He glanced through the doorway at the other turtle as he went by. It was pressing up against the side of its cage to get a better look at him. Creepy. Looking away, he ignored it and kept going until he was out of the building.

He spotted the black-and-white creature running around outside. It swung something and a loud crack filled the air, something small and fast flew at the bots, exploding on contact.

Before it could pull another explosive out , a horde of bots descended on it, shooting it mercilessly until it was fused to the floor in a white cocoon.

Donnie raised his gun scanning for other opponents when a green blur descended on the bots.

He got another shock as he saw another one of his kind sweeping through the bots like a tsunami.

It moved like fluid but every one of its strikes was undeniably solid. It was fast enough to take a bot apart in an eye-blink.

Another one joined the fray, Swinging and whooping for joy if it did so.

"Hey guys! Donnie's joined the fight! And he's got some new tec thing!"

He felt confused by this new commentary, how did it know his name? And why was it so happy to see him?

A thrill of terror went through him, this wasn't and ordinary raid, They'd come for him specifically. He should have known something like that would happen eventually, resources were scarce, and he counted as one.

His skin prickled. A yell pierced the air.

He following it to its source and what he saw made his breath hitch.

Vatu and Vixen were being held, but not by any ordinary force. They were suspended in mid air . On the ground in front of them was another alien in yellow. His heart threatened to beat itself out of his chest in terror. A psychic. He'd only have one shot to take out something that dangerous. He raised his gun and pointed it straight at her face, squeezing the wires in it together it shot off one round right at her face.

It struck true and latched onto her face, forcing her to release her hold on his family while struggling to pull off the suffocating ooze.

"HEY" Someone screamed to his side. It was the turtle in red. "What's the big idea!" He demanded.

Donnie pointed the gun at the other turtle's torso. "Surrender now and I'll save her from suffocating." He pronounced coolly.

The other turtle seemed taken back, but only for a moment, Then it narrowed its eyes, and, pulling down its third eyelid, charged him.

He lowered the hose sight till it was pointed at the other turtle's feet and fired repeatedly.

The other turtle was strong, it managed to pull itself out of the first few globs, and when it couldn't run anymore it got on all fours and stubbornly tried to claw its way toward him with its weapons. He had to cover it completely to stop it.

"Donnie?" He spun to face his last opponent, the shortest turtle. It didn't seem to have as much fight in it as the other turtle. It's weapons were drooping in its hands down to the floor.

"Put the weapon down and surrender," He demanded.

Its eyes watered at the edges and its voice began to shake. "Don't you recognize us?"

"Put down you weapons!" He demanded.

Its hands slackened and the sticks fell to the ground. Donnie didn't relax until his father came over and took over, summoning the guard to take them away.

A white android of some kind appeared with them, and started to pull any trick it could think of to convince them to let the raiders go. But Donnie wasn't listening. He scrubbed the white ooze off his shell and took in a breath of relief as the crushing weight of the tank fell off his back. His legs ached from carrying it, but not as much as he would have expected for someone who spent as much time indoors as he did.

One of the guards pulled off the glob covering the red-masked turtles mouth. It started screaming.

"You rotten Aliens! When I find out what you did to my brother I'll return the favor three fold!"

Irritated, Donnie addressed the other turtle a bit more curtly then needed. "You brother is fine, We didn't hurt him. Through if we did he'd only have himself to blame for breaking and entering."

The other turtle looked confused. "I'm not Talking about Leo, Donnie, I'm talking about you."

"I've lived here my entire life, I've never been mistreated once." He spat.

"What did you do to him? Are you doing the same thing to Leo right now?"

The turtle pressed itself against its chains trying to break out of them, screaming its throat raw.

"LEO! LEO! LEEEOOO!"

"Take that screaming banshee away from here," Vatu snapped, "I'm sick of listening to it."

The guards took them away, the Android followed behind, asking questions about bail fees.

He checked on Vixen and Vatu. They insisted they were fine and that he should get some rest.

He said his goodnights and went up to his room, turning out the lights and laying in bed, waiting for sleep to come.

It didn't.

He was too consumed by questions. Why did those turtle act like they knew him? Call him brother? Try to take him away? Was it something that was part of the alien culture he'd never known? Or was there something about these turtles in specific that drew them to him?

He twisted and turned, trying to get comfortable. But the questions wouldn't go away.

He clutched the bed cloth in frustration, then let go and threw himself out of bed and pressed himself against the door.

He waited until he heard the sound of the lights clicking out then waited twenty minutes more.

When he couldn't take it anymore he threw the door open and slinked down the stairway, ghosting past the bedroom doors he descended into the basement.

He was getting answers tonight one way or another.

Halting at the door of the basement, he pressed himself to the side of the door frame and glanced in.

The other turtle was awake and kicking the bars of his cage. Throwing himself against them he tried to stretch out his arm to reach his swords.

A futile gesture, they were all the way across the room from him next to that long white thing Vatu had taken off Donnie earlier. What even was that thing? He couldn't remember how he had gotten hold of it.

The turtle stopped straining against the bars and, almost as if it could sense him, turned to look him straight in the eyes.

The sudden intensity sent a shiver up his spine and over his scalp. Maybe this wasn't such a good Idea.

"Donnie." The other turtle said wistfully.

He gripped the door frame tight. How did it know his name? The creepiness was starting to overpower his curiosity. He pulled back to leave.

"Wait!" The other turtle cried out stretching a hand towards him. " I know you're scared. confused. I can help you. Just... please... Don't go."

Donnie paused, something in the way the words were said started to inflame his curiosity even more.

He dared to poke his head around the door frame. "Who are you?"

"I'm Leonardo, your brother."

"Why do you keep saying that?" Donnie asked, Wondering if the other turtle meant that in a biological or figurative sense.

"Because it's true!" Leo cried, then sighed, deciding to try another track.

"Your name is Donatello, and your favorite cartoon character is Yakko Warner, you can sing the countries of the world song by heart."

"Countries of what world? "

"Earth."

"I have never been to Earth."

"Okay," The other turtle threw up his hands" Maybe you can't recite it right now. But that's just because your memories are wonky." He shrugged, then tried again.

"You can't stand to watch science fiction because of all the scientific inaccuracies.

"Well, that would bug anyone."

"But you can still kick everyone's, except Mikey's, tail at the space heroes video-game. It's kind of a family joke, see, you're that one guy who always says that he's going to die while playing video games, but then never dies"

Leo cracked a smile, but it faded in the face of Donnie's lost look."Okay, maybe you had to be there to get the joke."

"You keep saying all of these things like I should understand them."

"Well you should, you just don't right now because-because-well," He threw up his hands, " I'm not really sure. But I'm sure something those foxes did-"

"I've been this family's ward for years, I trust them with my life."

"Well that's- oh, how can I make you understand? Oh! That pole looks exactly like your Bo!"

"My what?"

"That stick over by the far wall, go pick it up."

Donnie shot him a suspicious look, but went to go pick up the Bo.

"Anything look familiar?" Leo asked.

"It's a stick." Donnie said, sounding irritated.

"It's a weapon used in the ancient practice of ninjutsu."

"It's just a stick."

Leo laughed," it might look like it now, but wait until you learn how to use it." Leo stepped back and outstretched a hand. "Dance with me."

"Dance? We can't dance, you're in a cage."

"Not a slow dance, Donnie," Leo struck a pose, "I'm going to lead you through a series of movements, and I want you to copy them as best as you can."

"Why?"

"Because your mind might forget some things, but I don't think your body can."

"Are you talking about muscle memory?"

"If you want to get all science-y about it."

Donnie started watching Leo's movements and imitating them, then he started to follow the movement without watching Leo.

He started to concentrate on them, getting lost in the forms until Leo just had to call them and he performed them.

This went on until he found himself balancing on his Bo and became so startled by this that he fell over.

Leo laughed again. "See! I told you I could teach you."

"This is... extraordinary. I shouldn't be able to perform feats like that. "

"A engineer wouldn't be able to perform feats like that. But a ninja can. Donnie. How much do you know about other species?"

"Not a whole lot, I've been meaning to get around to researching, but I've always been distracted by other projects."

"You haven't been studying because there isn't anything to study. You were on earth until a month ago, and earth has no relations with other planets.

If you were to lookup alien species, you'd find that- there aren't any like you! Because you're not an alien, your a mutant! ... of an alien species."

"I'm a mutant?"

"Yes, one of four, we're the only things like us in the galaxy. If you let them keep your brothers from you, you'll never see another turtle again."

"I ... I've been entertaining you long enough, I've been here for years, and there's nothing you can say to convince me otherwise."

"Oh yeah... show me the evidence."

"What?"

"Show me evidence that you've lived here your whole live."

"My memories."

"Are wrong, show me something else."

"Like what?" Donnie demanded.

"Show me a card your little sister made you. Like the valentine Mikey made you, Show me a hand me down from an older sibling, like the motor magazine Raph gave you after reading the covers off it. Show me some silly little trifle or flourish. Like when I taught you how to make paper cranes. Show me Something to imply that any of these people have had an effect on your life. Even if it's pointless, especially if it's pointless."

"I'm not a show animal I don't perform on command-" He paused and leveled a steely gaze at his opponent. " Actually, I can think of something they taught me. The family motto. "Sentiment is for the weak, morality is fluid. The pack above all."

He turned to leave. " I don't have time for this."

As he was climbing the stair he heard a quiet voice say. "Just ask them."

He rested his hand on the rail a bit before asking"Ask who?"

"The guys, ask them to show you the evidence."

He gripped the railing a bit harder then relaxed his grip and ascended the stairway.

(end chapter)

there's chapter three- a bit shorter then usual.

Dedicated fans might notice the Yacko reference. He and Donnie share the same voice actor.