Inspired by the episode "Won't Get Fooled Again." From the series Farscape. Though I don't think I'll go as far off the crazy ass scale as that episode did. Always wanted to write a story like this. I wrote something like this for Star Wars but I just couldn't get the idea off the ground and so I deleted it and decided to put it on the back burner. Lone in behold it came back to me full force for a TMNT story. I have been reading other stories off and on and saw something that I thought was similar to the story idea but, yeah thankfully mine is a completely different idea.

World: 2003 though 2012 maybe a little sprinkled in there. As in, I like the idea Splinter was human first and turned into a rat. Few other characters I like from 2012 as well. So, a little bit of a mixture.

Mikey, Interrupted

The silence was the first thing Michelangelo realized something was off, and he was not where he was supposed to be, which was in his room in the lair. Then again, wait, what was his last memory? He couldn't even remember falling asleep, let alone his previous recollection. The second tall tale was the feeling of trying to come back to wakefulness, but his body felt completely and utterly sluggish. It's how he feels every time he woke up from being drugged and sedated by either the enemy or his beloved asshole of a brother Donatello. Seriously, and someone needs to have a long talk about the eagerness of willingness to sedate his brothers and him without slight hesitation or any sense of fearing retaliation. He voted for Raphael.

As Mikey became more self-aware of feeling his muscles, he realized a mortifying thing to wake up to; he couldn't move his legs or arms. Not to mention he felt different within his own body like it wasn't his to begin with. If that even made sense at the moment. Did he feel smaller? As he tried to look down at his body and realized he couldn't, distress entered his body immediately as he came to a sudden conclusion, Mikey was strapped to the bed he was lying on.

All his senses came roaring back to life as the adrenaline shot through his body and got rid of whatever had made his body feel sluggish and drugged. His eyes finally opened, and he had to almost close them again, away from the sheer whiteness of the room. As he opened his eyes barely to let the light come in to slightly let them adjust, he realized that it looked like a medical facility, very similar to the one Agent Bishop had held them in before. He mentally shivered. What if somehow Agent Bishop had gotten him and his brothers? Were his brothers here with him?

Michelangelo never thought himself easily scared. 'Okay, that might be a bit of a lie.' he thought. Out of the four of them, he was probably the easiest to jump scare and get a squeal out of him, but deep down, he kind of liked it like watching a good horror film. However, Agent Bishop truly terrified him. Plagued his nightmares. He joked about it, played it off, and pushed the obvious line for his other three brothers, but he didn't say how much being captured and almost dissected by Agent Bishop got to him. He just hoped whoever had captured him was not the Agent of 'I like to dissect you and take you apart while you're still awake.'

He heard the door unlocking, and in walked the nurse.

"Ah it's good to see your finally awake."

Nurse Karai? Now this is funny. Worse joke on the face of the planet. She had the bedside manner of a wolverine! God, the only person Mikey could think of being worse was Raphael.

"So, dudette, what is the plan for today? A little side of torture, a little screaming. I'd like to get this over with. I'm missing Buffy for this. Also, where are my brothers?" Humor is his first line of defense when something entirely and utterly rattled him to the core.

"We do not torture here at Renet Psychiatric Center. Though I could see some would think that. The restraints are because you had an episode and for the safety of everyone here you had to be restrained until you calmed down. If you promise not to attack anyone, we will remove them."

Michelangelo had to almost stop her when he said Renet Psychiatric Center, not for it being a nut house but Renet? What kind of name for a hospital was that? That was beyond weird. Maybe the timekeeping Renet was involved, but this didn't seem like her MO. She would have shown up by now with her cheery disposition and saying something along the line of, 'Oops, sorry, I did this thing, and now I need to fix it, let's go on a silly adventure.'

The other thing that bothered Michelangelo was how she was conducting herself and speaking to him patronizingly like he was a mere child or an adult about to break at any second. As though he'd had a hissy fit as a mere child and was put on in timeout. Though, in a way, she would be right because Michelangelo wanted to freak out.

He had to think long and hard, realizing it would be better to hold his tongue. He desperately wanted out of these restraints. If he showed signs of any struggle or fighting back, they would either keep them on and leave him here until he cooled down or sedate him again. With that thought, that confused Mikey too. When did he get sedated? He didn't recall being in this medical facility. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't think of his last memory. It should be easy. It wasn't like he went to bed and ended up here. Something had to have happened between him arriving here. Was he out on patrol, and then he got turtle napped? Nothing made sense at the moment. The more he tried to think of what may have transpired he could feel a headache forming at the base of his skull.

"So what's it going to be, Mr. Angelo?" Nurse Karai asking, apparently taking too long to respond to her question, caused her to ask him again. Mr. Angelo? What the hell was that about? Mikey had too many questions that needed answering but laying on his back would not answer them.

He hated the idea of being so vulnerable and unable to move if needed. It just went against everything in his nature to be tied down. All his instincts screamed for him to get up and run, fight. It was hard-wired into him being brought up in ninjutsu. So he nodded slightly, giving her his answer without verbally saying he would be submissive. But, of course, he would be until he figured things out. This had to be some kind of trick, right?

She turned around and nodded to someone outside the room. Then, as she started undoing his restraints, he saw another orderly walk in, towering over Karai, and it took only a microsecond to realize it was Hun, the purple dragon's leader.

Maybe the Shredder and Hun were working together. Yet, this still didn't explain this elaborate scheme of the facility, and now allowing him to walk free?

Finally finding his tongue again, Michelangelo looked Hun up and down the outfit. Definitely, not something he had ever thought he would see Hun wearing. "Dig the outfit, Hun."

This comment got no emotion, not even a flicker in the eyes of the big burly man whose arms could snap Mikey's neck if he wanted to. He looked so out of place in his all-white uniform. His imposing figure with his massive arms crossed over his equally massive chest.

'Wait, is that.' Michelangelo

As the last restraint came off Michelangelo, he didn't mistake the watchful eyes of Hun, making sure that if Mikey tried to bolt from the bed, he would be ready and put him into his place. Not that Mikey didn't think he couldn't take Hun, Mikey was 99.9% he'd be able to escape this room with no incident, but again, he was trying to understand his situation.

As he finally got up, he noticed two things right away. He had no shell. He had human hands. HUMAN HANDS! WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?

He tried to hide the complete panic on his face as he continued to look down at his hands and flip them back and forth, wiggling them around. He then looked down at his feet and noticed he had human feet. 'What the shell is this!? Come on!'

He reached up and touched his hair, finding it short, soft, and cropped, but he had hair. If he freaked out again, he would surely be sedated, so he gulped and realized Nurse Karai looked more than cranky as usual. He never thought she could have such a look on her face.

She had slipped a blood pressure cuff over his arm in his stupor and utter shock. "Your blood pressure is up, and it's showing a high level of stress. Are you okay?"

'No shit! Who wouldn't be?!' Michelangelo thought. He just woke up in what resembled so far as a mental hospital as a fucking human being and not as a turtle! He tried to calm his heartbeat, which started pumping adrenaline into his veins. Ready to strike out, prepared to move. Licking his lips and taking a steady breath, willing his body to stop making him jittery with adrenaline, he gave a soft smile. "Just a little confused as to why I'm here. Would I be able to leave this room?"

Nurse Karai barely gave a smile, or what was a smile for her, and once again and Mikey again felt like it was patronizing. "If you promise to behave, then yes, it's time for breakfast. So get up and presentable, and I will see you at breakfast chow."

Michelangelo watches as she notes something in her log and then gets up from sitting on the bed and leaves with the towering figure known as Hun close behind, leaving the door open for him. He saw a gray sweatshirt lying on a chair next to his bed. Grabbing it, he put it over his body and realized how loose it was around his frame. He then slowly made his way out of his room. He started taking in his surroundings. The natural light from outside was nice, but he laid odds that some force field protected those windows from preventing escape or some type of technology he could not penetrate. If only he had Donatello's brainiac ability to get into anything or out. He must be more clever in getting himself out of this mess. No way was he staying here longer than he had to.

He followed a few other patients who were walking fast to get to chow. As he continued down the hall, he stopped at what looked like a nurse's station, where coffee had been put out nicely for the patients. 'Least they have the decency to give us coffee.' That is until he put the cup to his mouth, took a swig, and almost spat it out in protest. One of the nurses looked up in sympathy as he looked into his cup with disgust.

"I never truly understand the Army cadence reference until today; this coffee tastes like straight turpentine." Airing his tongue in protest.

Giving the coffee another glare of hatred, he then threw the cup into the trash. "Whoever made this should be fired."

"Mr. Angelo, that's rude and a very negative thing to say. Besides, no one else complains when I've made it before." The nurse looked rather hurt by his words of smack-talking her coffee. He wasn't in the mood to place nice and or have a nice comeback. But, in his opinion, she earned every little piece he had to offer.

"No, I stand by what I said. It tastes like shit, and you should definitely keep this as a day job because your coffee skills are weak dudette." Her mouth opened wide at his words as he turns continued on his way down the hallway. Typically Michelangelo was probably the most easygoing and fun-loving out of the four of his brothers. However, he found the type of stress had already changed his entire demeanor. Who could find joy in this situation? Even he was having a hard time finding the humor in this. Michelangelo knew he had to give himself time to try and adjust to the circumstances, but who in the hell could adapt to something like being turned into a human?

He followed the line of other patients on what he assumed was the way to the cafeteria. He had no intention to eat, but he probably would get scolded for not at least attempting. He was still playing into this charade, unaware of why he was there. Not to mention the person in front of him was talking to her split personality. Legitimately having an argument about what to eat and why they shouldn't eat today.

"Great, we have Gollum and Smeagol show casing themselves, who next?" He mumbled under his breath.

He grabbed a tray and went for the runny eggs and sad excuse for what looked like bacon, but he refused to call it that. It was an utter disgrace to the actual name. He sat down, looked around, and played with his food. He hated to waste food, and especially he didn't know when he would be fed again, not trusting his situation. Even if they seemed to have a routine at this place, his stomach turned and protested, and he couldn't even if he tried to eat.

It didn't go unnoticed that a nurse was walking around and jotting notes into their PADD. Probably to inform someone of how much a patient did or didn't eat that day. Returning to playing with his food, Mikey didn't bring his eyes up again until a tray was placed in front of him, and someone sat down directly in front of him.

He looked at the human who looked young for their age, but he had no reference to this person sitting in front of him.

"Major freak out bro. You okay?"

Mikey just stared, hoping his brain could come up with who this person was trying to fill in the gaps. 'Why did his accent and his way of talking sound vaguely familiar?'

"I thought you were going to be riding the mellow train for a while."

For Mikey, it finally clicked.

"Mondo Gecko?"

Mondo looked at him with wide eyes. "Gecko. That's a new one even for you Mikey. The must have done a serious number on your brain waves man. Though, I dig it." The kid shoveled the food into his mouth, including the fake bacon.

Michelangelo took in the kid before him as he noticed a few things. His dark blond hair was wild and long, and he was constantly moving it out of his line of sight. It reminded Michelangelo of Mando's tongue in a weird reverse way. Instead of his tongue coming in and out of his mouth, his hair was now the constant movement. 'Weird.' The kid looked like a typical skater with a few scars to prove it, noticeably on his elbows, a gap tooth, his front teeth, and a wicked scar on his chin. Truly reminded Mickey of what he had seen on TV when watching the X Games. He also noticed Mando was wearing the same outfit as himself. Was he a patient as well? Looking around, maybe his brothers were here too? Perhaps they didn't realize they had transformed into humans and were freaking out even more than him? He laughed mentally at the thought of Raphael finding out dramatically. His older brother was not known for keeping his temper and was prone to violent outbursts. He'd probably be sedated the entire time. Leonardo and Donatello would probably do what Michelangelo was doing and go with the flow until they could find a way out of this mess. He started quickly scanning each individual, but the more he looked, the quicker he became disheartened. No one looked out of place, and no one seemed as confused and worried. Everyone had the same mellow look, like this was their life forever, and they were completely content with it. No, if his brothers were in the room, he would know it. It went back to poking his food.

"Man Mikey, I don't think I've ever seen you so out of control. One second man you were chill like this and the next you were getting your ass on the sedation train. You doing better though?"

Mikey looked up from his disgusting food and realized Mando was staring him down. Again, he looked down at his food and finally pushed the tray away. Mich tried to recall that memory yet again, but nothing. As he strained, too, another headache started to form. He hadn't even realized the other one had finally gone away until now, and a pounding one began to form again behind his eyes. Before he could even respond to Mando's question about doing better, Mando continued speaking, "You got to stop trying to leave this place, M. You are here now; deal with it."

Mikey was not happy with such a response from his friend. 'Deal with it!' No, he would not 'deal with it.' How was he supposed to deal with it when he didn't belong here! He wasn't supposed to be a human, and he was not supposed to be in some damn mental institution! Ever since he woke up in this hell, nothing made sense. He felt like he had stayed calm in the situation he was in right at the moment. But enough was enough. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now.

"I'm getting answers right now." Michelangelo said out loud to no one in particular.

As he made his way to move away from Mando and out the entrance, he had come he realized Han was standing by the doorway and now moved to block it.

"Mr. Angelo chow is an hour. I suggest you go back and sit down. Will let you know when it's time to leave."

"How about you address me by my real name, or where are your usual lame excuse for insults that you throw at myself and my brothers. This is beneath you, even for you Hun."

"Mr. Angelo, I do not throw insults at you, that would be against faculty policy. Please return to your seat. We do not want another repeat of yesterday."

"See, I can't remember yesterday, so I'm fine with it." Mikey did not want to back down from this. Usually, he was never one to look for a fight. He was quite the opposite. He'd rather throw a joke and hope it de-escalated the situation, not make it worse. Today, he felt like taking on the personality of his brother Raphael and was itching for a fight.

"Move," Mikey demanded, and could feel the anger seething past every fiber in his bone.

"Mr. Angelo if you do not settle down, I will have to escort you back to your room and note this in your file."

"When you put it that way." He said with a knowing smile. Too bad Hun didn't recognize it before it was too late.

Michelangelo went straight for the nuts. It was a cheap shot, but Michelangelo was not sure how to move in this body, and Hun towered over him even in this body. Fate was a cruel bitch. As Hun grabbed his man regions automatically lowered to his knees, no longer able to support his weight from the sudden pain that had hit. Mikey put his hand on Hun's face and pushed him sideways to make the massive man get out of the doorway. Then did what came naturally and started running. He had no plan. He did not know the layout of this place. He did not know where even the front doors were. He probably should have scooped out the place before trying this, but he was done waiting. He wanted to go home NOW, even in this body. Yet, his irrational thinking and not giving him a chance to figure out what was going on was a dumb mistake on his part. Shouting could be heard over his shoulder as he continued to run blindly around corners. He dared to look back to see if anyone was gaining on him, which was his undoing.

As he rounded the corner, someone tackled him to the ground. He felt his head connect to the floor and could feel them skid for a few inches. Though it dazed him, he would not go down without a fight. He could see it was a nurse orderly about the same size as Hun. 'Jesus, they recruit only big ass dudes like Hun here?'

Mikey started to scramble and crawl away, recovering a little bit faster but noticed the Hun 2.0 was recovering and going to grasp for his legs to stop him from crawling. Rearing back his foot Mikey pushed his muscle as hard as he could and gave a good kick to the face. Hun 2.0 was not ready for this and instantly grabbed his bleeding nose that Mikey had broken. Michelangelo started to crawl away again and try and get up to his knees, but it was enough of a distraction as more nurses showed up. Mikey only had a moment to realize this as he felt hands grab his arms and legs and effectively subdue him by pushing him down on the ground. He tried his hardest to escape their grip as he saw another nurse running up.

"LET GO OF ME!"

"Mr. Angelo please calm yourself." Someone's voice said calmly over his right side.

It was then he recognized April O'Neal running up in a nurse's outfit. She skidded down to kneeling as he questioned what she was doing there. It wasn't until he saw the hypo in her hand that he knew. With quick effectiveness, she placed it in his exposed neck and hit the plunger. Immediately the syringe released the chemicals to sedate him. He could feel it was taking effect immediately as his limbs felt like they were sinking into the floor, and the blackness crept up, and the last thing he saw was the concern across April's features as he lost consciousness.

TBC..

Author Notes: So, is Mikey insane or someone messing with him, and who? Want more? Hopefully you want more…anyways…later yo.