Authors Note:

Ok here's the second half of the last chapter. Hopefully everyone finds this chapter a little more "exciting" than the last chapter.

~Enjoy

The Enemy of My Enemy Is My Friend

The red-haired woman let out an exhausted sigh as she pushed open the door to her dorm with her right shoulder. The ambush toke the rest of the night and into the next day, but eventually the Foot soldiers made the decision to retreat after Angel and her forces arrived. There's no doubt that they'll have to relocate their outside base, but that is a problem that could be resolved after her soldiers had a rest.

Walking in, she slid her backpack of her back and let it hit the floor with a thud. The heavy sound reminded her of what she picked up on her travels. Taking Metalhead's head out of her backpack, she set him on her desk in the corner. She leaned forward so the two were eye to eye and gave him and uplifting smile.

"I know, Metalhead. I miss him too."

Placing her hand on top of his head, a mysterious pink beam shot out and scanned over her palm. She jerked her hand back as the robot's eyes flashed back to life. Gears whirrled to life inside the head before his mouth widely opened alone, shinning a bright light towards the opposite wall.

"Hey, April."

The breath immediately left her lungs as the voice echoed through her mind and the room. She slowly turned around to face the image projected on to her wall. Donnie's dark brown chestnut eyes were staring back at her.

"If you're watching this… it means I'm dead- And you were snooping around my lab and stole metalhead's head, but that's totally ok."

April breathed out a soft laugh through the hand over her mouth as she starred at him with tears stuck to the corners of her eyes. It had been so long since she had heard his voice, since she had seen his face. His gentle smile lit up the room, the gap between his teeth made her heart skip.

"I'm sorry to have to inform you of this now, but I know more things about our enemy then you think." He spoke, his tone dropping. "Right now, Shredder has taken over New York City and quite possibly the world using a portal that allows him to travel to different dimensions and through time and has built an empire over the ruins of his destruction. I know this now because… I'm the one who built it."

April shut metalhead's mouth with a whack of her hand, darkness filling the room once more. Her thoughts swam in her head: How did he know this? How long had he'd know this? By the way he looked in the projection this had to be recorded over 20 years ago. This was a hoax. A scam. A Foot device to get inside her head and weaken her. Although, it had been so long since she heard that gentle voice.

With slight hesitation, she reopened the projection.

"I didn't mean for this to happen." He sighed, eyes staring at the floor. "Trust me, it wasn't any of my intention. While out for a walk through the junk yard like any other night I was attacked. The Foot captured me and assured I was never going to see the light again. Honestly, I was scared. I thought I was never going to see any of you ever again. When they had taken me to Shredder I thought he was going to kill me then and there…but instead he made me a deal. I was to work with the Kraang and create his desired portal. He'd allow me to go home every night before dawn but I wasn't allowed to tell anyone in fear of you guys stopping him. If I did he'd kill all of you. He said he knew we lived in the sewers and that was all the information he needed. So, I played along for the longest time until it was nearly completed. Stockman and I switched the controls so instead of teleporting the molecules to a different destination it vaporizes them. I thought it would save me some time to figure out an alternative way to stop him, but time is running out and I know Shredder's not going to be happy to see me next time."

There was a pause in his voice before he continued.

"Now if what I'm saying makes no since and everything is fine you can turn this off and do whatever you want with it.

Sorry for wasting your time.

But, if what I say is true than I know exactly what to do to stop him.
Go to my lab. As of right now, in the corner of the opposite side of the room there are sheets covering a large device. That device is an exact copy of the portal I made for Shredder except this one actually works, but isn't finished. Find someone to fix it. Anyone! Once its working properly get one of my brothers, it could be one it could be all it doesn't matter. Set the date for the portal to March 18, 2014 and send my brothers here.I need them to save us. To fix all of my mistakes.
If the plan is successful it should change everything back to normal. The blueprints are in my lab in a safe in the bottom drawer of my desk. Theirs a passcode lock on it and the combination is your birthday. Something you'd easily know."

As he spoke April ran around to the back of her desk to grab a pencil and a piece of paper to write all of this down. As she glanced back up at the projection, Donnie released a heavy sigh. His eyes were staring at the floor as his expression changed.

"Look, I don't know how much was said in my… final moments, but I just want you guys to know that I'm doing this to protect you, I couldn't live with myself if any of you were hurt because of me. I just hate-" Donnie inhaled deeply. "I just hate that it toke me till now to realize how much I am really going to miss you guys, and how I spent most of my life stuck in this stupid lab. You all are my family and I love you guys so much."

A single tear ran down April's cheek, for her eyes never left the screen.

"I just hope someday you'll be able to forgive me for what I've probably put you guys through."

In the background of the video was a knock at the door followed by what sounded like Leo's voice. "Hey, Donnie. Pizza's here!"

"Remember the plan and make sure everything is successful. Fix the future.
I believe in you. Goodbye, April."

The recording shut off.

April's eye still starred at the wall. The silence began to consume her, for the recording was no longer playing his sweet voice. She glanced down rushed handwriting on her paper. She trusted him with this plan. He was counting on her and she wasn't going to fail him.

Not again.

If this plan was to work, though, she was going to need help. And she knew the perfect turtle who would do it.

"Hey, Angel." She spoke into her communicator, "I need a recruiting team."