I just realised, this might get a bit confusing, seeing as everyone is now here and accounted for. Therefore I have devised a plan so you can distinguish each turtle from another;

Michelangelo 2012-Mikey

Michelangelo 2003-Mike

Donatello 2012-Donnie

Donatello 2003-Don

Raphael 2012-Raph

Raphael 2003-Raphael

Leonardo 2012-Leo

Leonardo 2003-Leonardo

Also, you have no idea how much fun I have with Mikey's baby talk. :-)

"So little dude," Mike started as his counterpart sat on his bed. "what do you do for fun back home?"

"I cowour a lot." Mikey replied.

"You ever go out of your home?" The memories of their first trip outside the sewers were still vivid in Mike's mind.

"No, Spwinter says that it's not safe."

"So you just colour all day, every day?"

"Uh huh." Mikey replied with a nod of his head.

"And you don't get bored at all?"

"A wittle, but there's nothing else to do."

Mike thought for a couple moments before smiling, and reached for the small paper booklet next to his bed.

"Tell me Mikey, have you ever heard of the Silver Sentry?"

~Slight Miscalculation~

"Wow." Donnie breathed upon walking into the lab and spotting the many inventions covering both the tables and floors.

"Yeah, I invent quite a lot." Don explained, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "What about you?"

"I don't get have enough stuff to invent," Donnie replied. "but I do fix things. Like one time the toaster broke, so I fixed it and made it cook things twice as fast."

"Nice one. When I was about your age I made the microwave into a video game console for Michelangelo. I think he calls it his game guy or something."

Donnie blinked once. One particular invention had caught his eye. It was a silver coloured box, only about ten centimetres tall and wide, with black, green and red wires bursting out of the sides before hooking into another one, and on the top was a small red button.

Don caught where the child was looking and smiled, walked over and picked it up. "That was my first invention, probably made it when I was about six. It was supposed to be a particle replicator, but it never worked. Can't get them all I guess."

"Can I see?" Don handed the box to the child, who frowned in concentration as he looked over the object. "This is so cool. But some of the wires are in the wrong places, and the machinery inside is a little outdated for a replicator."

Don took back the invention and tilted his head to one side. "Shell, you're right." He looked down at Donnie, who was smiling sheepishly. Don returned the smile. "Do you want to fix it together?"

Donnie's eyes widened and he beamed in a way that only a child could. "Really?"

Don smiled back before rubbing a hand over the child's head. "Sure, why not?"

~Slight Miscalculation~

"Wicked." Raph praised as followed the elder turtle into the dojo.

"Yeah, it's pre'y sweet." Raphael said with a smirk, making sure to watch out for the kid.

"An' you guys really use all these weap'ns?"

"Yep. I use the Sais." Raphael told him, picking up the forked weapons to help explain it further.

"Nice. Sensei says we're not 'lowed to use weap'ns for a couple years." Raph stated.

"Yeah, we didn' start until we were 'bout seven."

"I can't wait though. It's gonna be awesome ta kick butt all the time."

Raphael smiled. "Yeah, it is pretty sweet. Jus' try not to hurt anyone too bad, unless they deserve it."

"I kno', I kno', ya sound like Splinter."

"Maybe I do, but that just 'cause I'm like, ten years older than ya."

Raph nodded, still looking longingly at the weapons.

'Some day.' He thought to himself.

~Slight Miscalculation~

"So, you really lead your bothers? All of them?" Leo asked tech elder turtle.

"Yeah. Don't you?"

"Well Splinter leaves me in charge when he's out, but they don't listen to me. I wanna be a great leader like Captain Ryan."

Leonardo blinked. "Who?"

"He's on this TV show, Space Heroes. He's really cool and brave an he's never scared of anything."

Leonardo was about to point out that this 'captain Ryan' was a fictional character, but he could see the spark of hope in the child's eyes, and he found himself smiling.

"You'll be a great leader someday." He comforted.

"Thanks."

The sound of the lair doors opening brought the two turtles out of their convocation. Walking into their hole, carrying groceries for the family, was a very familiar red-head.