Dagger From the Mirror (ROTTMNT/TMNT 2012 Crossover Fic)

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 This world's Raphael was certainly something.

Little Mikey knew this already, of course—the Kraang had given him and his brothers a quick briefing on all of this world's turtles before they were sent out to fight. The briefing was quite biased (obviously) and filled with many insults, but it gave him a basic idea of their counterparts nonetheless. That, and Mikey had gotten to spend a night with all of them.

Still, this was the first real interaction he had gotten with this alternate version of his brother yet. And it was in the battlefield to try to save his brother—what a great time to get to know one another, huh?

"Come on, we gotta figure out where they're keepin' your brother," This world's Raphael said, interrupting Mikey's thoughts. Raph returned his sai to his belt, raising one brow at the box turtle as he did so, "Do you know if there's any other places they might be keeping him?"

Mikey paused, frowning. Last time this happened, his brother Raph was in the cell that was behind him now, raging and screaming until he saw Mikey's face. The Kraang hadn't bothered to do much more than tranq and imprison him last time, so moving him this time felt... strange. There had to be a specific reason for it.

Unfortunately, he didn't know what that reason could be, and he didn't know where else they could be holding him. However, he did know where they wouldn't be keeping him.

"No, but none of the floors we've passed through had any cells," Mikey said, "I haven't been farther below though. He could be in the basement."

"Oh, great, they're keeping him in a dungeon then," This world's Raph groaned, rolling his eyes. He waved Mikey over, and walked to the doorway, glancing out. "Let's get going then. Enough stealth though. Leo's gone and I wanna get some action in."

Before Mikey could ask what exactly he meant, Raph rushed out of the door and launched himself right into a passing group of Kraang, shouting a variety of curses and battle cries. Mikey laughed, and jumped in to join him, kicking and tossing the droids to the side.

Yet, his weapons remained firmly in their place on his belt, untouched.

"Take that!" Mikey shouted, back flipping over one of the Kraang and grabbed them with his legs as he did so, locking onto their neck and tossing them across the room. He felt the whiz of air as one laser blast missed his arm by a mere inch, and ripped a squealing Kraang from its metal armor while Raph took out another. The fighting was constant and steady, their fighting easy to expect and return.

Then Mikey felt the sharp prick on his shell. He yelped out, mostly out of surprise, then turned around to see the dart that had fallen to the ground. He was safe, since it had bounced off his hard shell instead of landing in his skin, but those were the same darts they had used days ago to take him the first time. They were trying to knock him out. He picked the dart up, eyes widening.

They were trying to take him away, again.

"Look out!" A shout from Raph pulled him from his thoughts, and he turned just in time to see another Kraang staring at him across from the room, tranquillizer aimed directly at him. He froze, a deer in the headlights.

No, not again, not again, he couldn't be taken again. Please, not again.

Before the Kraang could pull the trigger, a sai landed itself directly through the skull. The gun fell to the ground with a loud clatter, and the alien inside scurried off to who knows where. Little Mikey watched as Raphael retrieved his sai, stomped over to him, and punched him harshly in the shoulder. Mikey glared.

"Hey!"

"Dude, what was that?!" Raphael demanded, "Why'd you freeze? They would've gotten you!"