Mikey poked his head into Donnie's lab and found his genius brother still hard at work on that new machine. He pushed the lab door open and carried the tray of food in to him. Leo had forbidden Donnie from leaving his lab unless it was to take a bathroom break or eat dinner at the newly Leo-mandated family dinners. Otherwise he'd ordered Donnie to stay in the lab and work on reversing his machine to allow Leo to go home.

Leo had also ordered Mikey to not only cook the four of them three meals a day but to bring breakfast and lunch into Donnie and make sure he ate it. Mikey wanted to complain about the order but there was something about the way Leo had given it, as if he already knew how much Mikey liked to cook and that he was also disappointed that Mikey wasn't already handling this on his own. Plus, Mikey knew Leo was right about the food. They hadn't been eating well for at least the past year because Mikey had been too sad to think about cooking and no one else ever even tried to cook. Leo had gone on a grocery store run with him the second night he was here and helped him carry several bags of food back home.

Other than those two orders, Mikey noted that Leo hadn't done much else since his arrival. He'd be in the dojo meditating when Mikey got up to cook breakfast. He'd check in with Donnie several times a day to see if he was making progress. He'd practice katas. And he'd sit up in their Leo's bedroom. Mikey knew Leo was upset, but he couldn't decide if he was happy or angry that this other Leo mostly kept to himself.

Mikey set the tray down on Donnie's lab counter and sat in a stool next to him, ready to wait for Donnie to stop working on his current equations and eat.

"Did you really think you could replace our Leo with another Leo?" he asked Donnie as Donnie took a bite of his sandwich.

"Something happened to our Leo. Something that would make him want to leave the family. I just thought we could use a Leo who would stay with the family."

"We should've done something like this to find our Leo right away," Mikey said. "He always took care of us. And if something did happen to him, we should've found him right away and fixed it for him. That's what he would've done for us."

"Yeah, you're right, Mikey," Donnie said, nodding his concession. "I'm going to get us out of this mess with this other Leo and then that's exactly what we're going to do."

After his run-in with Raph that first night, Leo thought it was going to be hard to be around him. But in the light of day, he quickly saw that this Raphael's emerald skin looked dull, probably thanks to excessive alcohol intake if that first night was any indication. And after a few days of observing their routine, it was pretty clear that none of these three brothers stepped foot into the dojo on a regular basis. Or at all. Which probably also explained why this Raph didn't have nearly the amount of muscle mass that Leo was used to seeing on his own emerald turtle. And Leo didn't realize how much he'd become accustomed to his mark on Raph's arm until he had to face a Raph without it.

Not that he saw Raph that often. He seemed to sleep through most of the day, appear at the dinner table and then disappear for the night.

On one of his check-ins with Donnie to ask about progress, something that was probably driving Donnie crazy but Leo couldn't stop doing, Donnie had mentioned that Raph had stormed in on Leo's second day there to ask where this other Leo had come from. So Leo knew that this Raph knew he wasn't here by choice. It didn't seem to stop the hothead from scowling at Leo when they were in the same room, though.

Like now, as they all sat down to eat dinner together.

Leo did his best to ignore the glare.

"Do you have an extra T-phone charger?" Leo asked Donnie as he sat at the table. He only turned his phone on once a day so he could look through his photo album. But he'd been here almost two weeks and the battery was just about dead. "I didn't get a chance to pack mine."

"Of course," Donnie said, ignoring the jab because he was glad to finally be able to provide Leo with something.

"Our Leo could be kind of a sarcastic jerk sometimes, too," Raph said, jumping to Donnie's defense.

Mikey chewed on his salad silently and avoided looking at his three big brothers.

Donnie shook his head at Raph before turning back to Leo who was eyeing Raph strangely. "I can also give you a T-phone that actually works here."

Leo shifted his eyes to Donnie. "And how much longer do you think I'll be here, Donatello? Do you really think I need to be set up with a working phone?"

"I, um, don't know, exactly, Leo. But it'd still be safer for you to walk around with a working phone."

Mikey watched Leo's internal debate about it. In the end, the safety bit must've won out over his desire not to tie himself here in any way because Leo gave Donnie a quick nod.

"I don't know why yer gonna waste a phone on him, Donnie," Raph said. "Even if you can't get that machine to work, he's out of here."

"Where am I going to go?" Leo asked him.

The fierce blue-eyed gaze shocked Raphael but he did his best not to let it show. "Who knows? But you'll leave. That's what Leos do." He pushed himself away from the table and left his half-full plate there as he stormed out of the lair.

They watched him leave and then Mikey turned to Leo. "Still want to force us through these family dinners every night?"

Leo only glared down at his plate and said, "This is excellent chicken, Mikey."

Leo waited to make sure Mike and Donnie were in bed before strapping on spare katana he found in the dojo and heading out in search of their missing hothead that night. He wasn't at all surprised to find him in the very first place he thought to look either.

He landed on Casey's rooftop and watched as Casey jumped up with enough force to knock his folding chair backwards to topple on the ground as he stared wide-eyed at Leo.

"Yer back?"

"No," Raph said, still sitting in his own folding chair. He took a sip from his beer can and said, "That's a fake Fearless."

Casey took a few steps towards Leo and reached out to poke him in the plastron, which made Raph bark out a laugh. "He's a real turtle, doofus. He's just not the real Leo."

"Did Donnie cook him up in his lab?" Casey asked, taking a sip from his own can before he leaned in close to Leo's face. He poked Leo in the cheek and Leo grabbed the offending finger and twisted it. "Ow!" Casey said. "Bad robot!"

"Yer such a moron," Raph said. "He's not a robot. He's from another dimension. He's someone else's Leo."

Leo's eyes narrowed in on Raphael's face at that strange statement and he watched as Raph ducked his eyes before finishing the can of beer in his hand and reaching into a small cooler between their chairs to pull out a new one.

"Want a beer then fake-but-not-a-robot-Leo?" Casey asked as he righted his chair and plopped back down into it.

"Perfect leader don't drink," Raph muttered as he scooted down in his chair and appeared as if he were about to take a nap.

"Where's April, Casey?" Leo asked.

Casey laughed. "April. April realized she was way too good for me."

"Damn straight she is," Raph said as his eyes closed.

"Dumped my ass. She's busy with college."

Leo thought back to Casey at this age in his own world. He had been trying to get April to dump him while also trying to get Raph's help to get away from his abusive, alcoholic father.

"How about your sister, Casey, where is she?" He watched Casey's eyes fly up to his face and knew he'd hit a nerve.

Great. Something else for him to fix.

"Go pack a bag. I want you to come stay at the lair with us for a while." He waited to see if Casey was going to argue.

But Casey could tell Leo knew something about his family that he was currently too ashamed to tell Raphael. He glanced over at Raph, who appeared to be falling asleep in his chair, and stood up to head to the fire escape and do as Leo asked. His dad wouldn't be home for a few more hours and he was more than relieved to realize he wouldn't be here when the old man arrived.

Leo watched him go and then leaned forward to take the beer from sleeping Raph's hand. He poured it out onto the rooftop and tossed the can in a pile with the others. He shook his head at this irritating version of his mate. If he had Casey move into the lair, it would not only help Casey out, but may also work to get Raph to stop putting himself in danger by walking home intoxicated with dulled senses.

When Casey returned with a hockey bag full of stuff, Leo grabbed Raph's arm and swung him up onto his shell. Raph grunted but didn't protest, which was telling to Leo. If this particular Raph was awake he'd never let Leo carry him like this.

They walked through the sewers in silence and when they reached the lair, Leo sent Casey up to their spare bedroom. He couldn't imagine that the hammock would be a good idea for a drunk Raphael since he couldn't currently balance himself and he'd probably end up sick by the swinging alone. So he deposited Raph on the couch in the living room. He grabbed a blanket and was surprised when Raph grabbed his wrist as he was covering him up.

'You smell like him," Raph mumbled. Leo pulled on his wrist and was frustrated to find that although he wasn't as bulky as Leo's own Raph, he was still ridiculously strong.

"Well you smell like beer," Leo said, pulling again at his wrist as he scowled at Raphael.

"Gonna lecture me about drinking, Fearless?"

"No," Leo said.

"Why not?" Raph asked. He rolled to his side and peeked a green eye open to look up at Leo.

"Because I know that lectures don't work on Raphaels."

"So what does work?"

Although he got a sharp pain for his efforts, Leo finally twisted his wrist with enough force to free it from Raph's strong grip. "Not something that I'm going to try on you," he muttered as he turned and headed up the stairs.

He removed his katana, flopped down on the other Leo's bed and pulled his T-phone out to flip through his photos once again before going to sleep.