Author's Notes:

Thank you for the patience between the chapters, the real world's been pretty crazy lately and I haven't had a lot of time to write.

Also, I feel as though it should be established that this story isn't set in specific series which is why there is so many things added from different series. It mostly revolves around the 2012 series, following the same back story and conflict between Splinter and Shredder and the relationships between the turtles, Splinter, and all their allies.

Reviews are always welcomed!

~Enjoy

Old Timey Reunion

"April?" Mikey asked in amazement. "You're the general? You built this place?"

"That's right, with some help of course." April explained. "Casey and I began building this place after Shredder first used the Trans dimensional portal back before the city was taken over. Taking in some of your methods, the HQ is built entirely underground through a tunnel system that leads through under New York City. The Titanium walls provide protection from explosives as well as any of Shredder's henchmen in detecting that we're down here. It's become a safe haven for humans and mutants everywhere"

Mikey toke in the room, from the sounds of all the people to the sights of monitors and people suited with weapons and weren't trying to kill him. In that one room, Mikey had guessed that there had to be at least 200 people, more people than he's seen all at once in a long time. People were rushing around like they would on the sidewalks at 5 o'clock on a weekday and the rumbling sound of voices bouncing off the walls nearly made his chest burst. Ever since the Shredder toke over, New York city had become quiet and lifeless, but in this new area there was enough life to raise the dead and Mikey craved it. After all, it had been almost 10 years since he last actually felt this kind of atmosphere.

"Would you like a tour?" April asked, pulling him out of his daze.

"Our first room is the cafeteria, which is the second biggest and most used room in the entire HQ." April opened the double doors to reveal a wide room almost the size of the first room with tables and chairs scattered everywhere and a window at the opposite end that led to what appeared to be a kitchen. "In here breakfast, lunch, and dinner are served at their schedule times so if you don't show up within the hour you don't eat. Portions are small due to our limited food supply so apologies in advance if we can't keep up with your rather large appetite." April implied.

"Trust me, my stomach's learned to deal with it over the last few years." Mikey answered earning a soft chuckle from Angel at April's left.

"Second we have our infirmary where the sick and injured stay. Luckily we have plenty of doctors to keep up with the amount of injuries that occur against Shredder's forces and enough technology and medicine to keep the ill well." April informed him as they stood at the entrance to this hospital like atmosphere. It was one large, square, room separated off with curtains that each contained a medical bed. Taking in the smell of alcohol and rubber gloves gave Mikey a shiver as he set his hand on his left shoulder. "Moving on." April led them out.

"This is our laboratory where we build and repair all of our equipment." April opened another set of doors to reveal another rather large room with large equipment lined along the walls and two columns of tables down the center the each belonged to a different scientist. "Scientists from all over the world work in these labs, coming up with new technology and weapons to aid us in defeating the shredder. The scientists here range from chemists to biologists and to physicians."

"And engineers, we mustn't forget engineers."

Mikey spun on his heels in the direction of the familiar voice.

"Well, well, well, Michelangelo." Baxter Stockman stepped in the brighter light, a devilish grin plaster on his face as he kept his hands behind his back. He looked very much like he did before except his hair was whiter tint and he had three new slash marks that ran down his left, blind eye. "How the years have been kind to you."

"Stockman." Mikey growled as he grabbed for his nunchucks.

"No, Michelangelo." April grabbed his wrist. "He's not a threat to us." Mikey jerked himself away from her grasp as he glared in confusion at both of them. "Dr. Stockman is assisting me in a personal project, isn't that right, Stockman?"

"Yes, ofcourse, after Shredder decided he was in no need for me I had to resort to more casual projects. But I guess being trapped down here is better than having one foot in the grave up there." Stockman explained with his mocking smirk.

"Hmh, as you were, Stockman." April gave him a scowl before she continued leading Mikey through.

"Um, hello? Since when did you start trusting goons like Stinkman?" Mikey asked catching up beside her. "As much as a bother Stockman has been to us when we were younger he's actually been quiet useful these days ever since the Shredder kicked him to the curb. I don't completely trust him, but for what it's worth he'll have to do."

"Why did Shredder kick him out?"

"I feel as though that's a story best explained by him." She answered.

The next area was a long narrow hallway decorated with doors evenly spaced apart on each side and labeled with a number.

"These are the barracks where every soldier stays. This area contains the single bedrooms while the ones further down are reserved for families, and at the end of the hallway is my quarters which are off limits to everyone." She instructed as she opened the door to one of the rooms. "And here is where you'll be staying." Mikey stuck his head in to take a look at the room. Inside the walls were painted a seaweed green like the rest of the HQ with one metal framed bed and a metal desk in one corner along with a door that led to a bathroom. The room resembled more of prison cell than a bedroom.

"Every soldier is expected to be up and ready by 6 am for training followed by breakfast and then a meeting to assign their mission for the day-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I never really agreed that I was staying." Mikey backed away.

"You're right." April agreed, shutting the door. "We may be getting ahead of ourselves. You probably need time to think it over."

"Yes, thank you." Mikey sighed.

Suddenly, a red light overhead began flashing, followed by a siren that echoed throughout the HQ.

"What's going on?" Mikey asked as soldiers began coming out of the rooms and running towards the control room.

"There's been an attack on the city." April responded following the running soldiers. Once the three reached the control room soldiers were gathering around the large table in the middle. The screens that hung on the walls were flashing red with the big one in the middle showing a map of the city and a red dot blinking near the corner. Angel and Mikey followed behind April as she started giving orders.

"What do we have?" She asked.

"We have a distress signal coming from the sector 48 factory." A solider sitting at the computers beneath the jumbo screens answered. "Shredder has sent soldiers there to punish the workers."

"Angel, take Michelangelo and your team there and stop those soldiers from bringing any more harm to those workers." April ordered.

"Yes, ma'am." Angel saluted. "Come on, Michelangelo. Now you get to see the fun of this job."

Mikey followed Angel to the far end of the large room to enter a garage like area. Inside, arranged in a line, were vehicles from large white vans to carts that resembled a lot like patrol buggies from way back when.

"Pick your ride." Angel gestured. Mikey looked upon his wide selection. "Really? Any of them?" he asked.

"Any of them." Angel assured him, buckling her motorcycle helmet under her chin. It was jet black with a dark purple streak down the middle of it.

Mikey examined the motorcycle she straddled herself on and then the one next to it. The design was a lot like Raphael's stealth bike which only him and Donatello was allowed to touch, low with one wheel in the front and two in the back. Taking this advantage, he planted himself in the one next to her.

"Excellent choice." She remarked hitting the button on the side of the handle bar to make the cement covers latch above her. The garage door before them lifted up to reveal a tunnel and ramp inclined upward. Hitting the cloaking button on the side of his handle bar, his bike was covered too, the inside glowing a purple similar to the stripe on Angel's helmet.

"If you look on the screen to you left it will show you a map with a big, glowing, red dot indicating where we're going. The tiny purple dots on the map are us, and the yellow dot is you." Angel explained, her voice coming out the radio to his right.

"Got it." Mikey responded.

"Alright, let's move out, fellas!" The engines roared around them as Angel toke off I the lead, followed by Mikey and the rest of her team. The tunnel continued in a straight uphill fashion until the ceiling began to lift up, revealing the dark, torn up streets of New York City. Emerging from the tunnel, the group toke to the streets, swerving and weaving around the gaping holes and lifted cement on the abandoned roads. Luckily, the stealth bike was easy to maneuver with one hand due to the double back wheels. They began to approach their target a lot quicker than Mikey anticipated, parking in a nearby ally from the factory.

"Nice job keeping up." Angel his her hand against Mikey's arm.
"Piece of cake." Mikey smirked.

The group kept against the wall as Angel peeked around the corner of the building. There were several black vans with the Foot's symbol plastered on the sides of it and several soldiers posted at each entrance. "Well, it looks like we can't just walk in, then." Mikey spoke with sarcasm.

"Doors are for chumps. We have a better way of getting in." Angel assured.

Each solider was attached to a rope and holster as they slid down the side of the building. Mikey stayed near Angel, keeping a tight grip on his rope. "Good thing I'm not afraid of heights." Mikey gave a weak laugh as he glanced below him.

"Don't worry. This is all the further we're going." Angel said as she planted her feet against the side of the building. Taking out her specs from the pouch on her belt, she looked through them to reveal the other side of the brick wall. Inside was two figures detected with weapons standing between a group of workers. Each worker was on their knees before another solider who paced in front of them. A single worker stood at the end of the line, facing the pacing soldier with hard look.

The pacing soldier back handed the man standing beside the group, the force knocking him down.

"A strike?!" He spat. "How dare you protest against the system that guarantees that you are clothed, feed, and provided with shelter?"

"You're system is causing our people to starve! Children and woman are exhausted, men are over worked, and everyone's always hungry due to your small portions and all you do is stay enclosed in your palace and call us ungrateful!" The worker protested. "If you want this factory running again we demand that you feed us!" The soldier looked back at his comrades, a smirk growing on his face.

"Well then it appears this facility is out of order." Removing his pistol from the pouch on his belt, the solider shot at the worker with one bullet. The man fell flat on his back before the shrieking group.

"Due to this rebellious outbreak, you all are permanently relieved from your duties by order of Lord Shredder. This building and its workers will be terminated as a result of treason." He announced as the other soldiers began locking the doors around them. The workers began to screaming in protest as the huddled closer together in fear.

"Alright, time to move." Angel instructed.

"Wait, what's the plan?" Mikey asked.

"The plan: to get those soldiers to back off." Angel responded, taking out her gun. "Let's go!" kicking off the wall, she extended her legs and broke through the window, crashing into the open room. Mikey watched as the others followed her lead.

"That will be enough killing for one day." Angel remarked as the Foot soldiers drew their weapons in response to the group of resistance soldiers barreling in

"Traitorous, fools!" The head soldier cursed as he narrowed his gaze at her.

"The only fools here are those who wear the symbol of the Foot." Angel responded.

"Foot soldiers! Seize them!" The two armies charged at each other at the center of the room.

Mikey kept back and ran towards the huddled workers. Their faces were covered in dirt and blood from the abuse of the soldiers as well as lack of personal hygiene. They each wore dirty rags and were without shoes. There was a small group of children huddled close together, petrified by what they had experienced. Mikey kneeled in front of them, holding his hand up to show he was no danger to them. "Everything's going be all right. You're to be ok."

Angel parried swords with the head solider, pushing him towards the wall. With a spin, Angel went to round house kick the soldier but swing of his arm, he deflected her hit, throwing her off balance. Taking his advantage, he lunged forward with a downward swing of his sword. Angel quickly lifted her sword to make them clash as she caught herself against a conveyer belt.

"When will you pests learn to mind your own business?" The soldier snarled as he pushed his sword closer to her face.

"When you Foot soldiers learn to mind yours." Angel kicked his leg out from under him, causing him to fall into her lifted knee. The solider started to lift himself off the ground as Angel approached him.

"You are no match against our Lord Shredder. Our empire is constantly expanding while you burrow beneath us like rats."

"At least we don't follow a man who hides behind a mask." Angel pointed his sword at the soldiers face. "These employees are people- human beings like yourself! They are not animals and do not deserve to be treated as such."

"Well, if you value these scum so much." The soldier hit a button the remote he pulled from his pocket. "Then you can burn with them." Throwing down a smoke bomb the soldier disappeared, leaving Angel coughing up smoke. Mere seconds later an explosion occurred, shaking the whole building.

"We need to get these people out of here, now!" Angel ordered and she ran to one of the doors. Pushing on it, it proved to be locked from the outside and heat was radiating off of it. "The building is on fire from the outside- there's no way of escaping through the doors." Angel walked back over to her team.

"I thought you said doors were for chumps." Mikey reminded her.

"You have a plan?" She asked.

"Actually… I do." Mikey walked up the catwalk and examined through one of the windows they busted through. The building next to them wasn't that far apart for the building they were in, which meant there wasn't that big of a jump above the ally.

"Ok, I know a way out of here, but it might be a little crazy for you guys. It involves jumping off this building." Mikey remarked.

"Come again?" Angel asked.

"Don't worry everything will be fine. We just don't have a lot of time." He protested, helping two of the workers towards the catwalk stairs. The soldiers glanced at Angel with a confused look. "You heard the turtle, we're jumping off the building!" She ordered.

Mikey and Angel helped the rest up to the roof of the building, the fire busting through the windows and climbing higher. Once everyone was on the roof Mikey inspected the gap between the two buildings. Taking in a deep breath, he darted forward and jumped, the familiar sensation of soaring above the ally ways mixed in with the adrenaline. Landing on the other side Mikey released a sigh of relief.

"It's not that far of a jump, you're going to make it." He assured the workers as they stood timidly near the ledge. The burning building let out a loud creaking noise as the walls on the ground floor began to cave in. The building shifted, as soldiers began carrying children and assisting workers to jump to the other side. Once everyone was across, Angel jumped towards them, the roof caving in behind her.

"Move!" Angel ordered, leading the team down the fire escape and into the ally where parked their vehicles. Mikey looked back at the burning building just as it was about to collapse, sparks bursting into the night sky. He looked towards Angel and the workers he helped rescue, they huddled close to each other as Angel explained to them a place where they would be safe. The other soldiers helped the workers into one of their white vans and the group toke off back to HQ, the factory burning behind them.

Mikey leaned against the doorframe of the infirmary, watching the workers get settled and checked for injuries.

"So, what do you think of the resistance after seeing us in action?" Angel asked as she walked up to stand next to him.

"I think you guys are crazy." Mikey responded. "But, I can get behind your cause."

"So you'll stay?" She asked, her green eyes lighting up with hope.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt."

"Well," Angel outstretched her hand to him. "Here's to working together." Mikey shook her hand in response and smiled a smile he hadn't given in years.

Angel walked into April's office and closed the door behind her.

"Our team was successful in rescuing the workers from the sector 48 factory, ma'am." Angel reported

"I want a full report on how Michelangelo did during this mission." April ordered.

"He actually did really well. I was impressed, in fact. He excelled in all of his tests and was performing much better than the other soldiers. It was like his disability wasn't an issue at all." Angel explained.

"Good. He may work after all." April replied. "Make sure he gets plenty of rest, he'll start his routine tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am." Angel saluted before exiting the room. April walked over to her desk and opened the first drawer, revealing Metalhead's robotic head. Picking it up she rested her forehead on its and sighed. "This is going to work this time." She sighed. "It has too."