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

Identities

"And you're absolutely sure it's from the new Foot ninja?"

New April groaned, nodding. Leonardo had only woken up about an hour ago, only a few minutes before Mikey did, but it seemed like he had been asking that question all day. For some reason, even the news Mikey had shared that the controlled Leo and Donnie were probably in Dimension X didn't seem as important to him as this was. And April was, quite frankly, tired of answering the same question over and over again.

"She was the only one who got that close to me all night, and I remember her messing with my jacket pocket. I thought she just grabbed it to knock me off balance, but obviously," She waved the note, "it was to stuff this in there!"

"But she didn't say anything about it while you were there?" Leo asked, and she shook her head. That seemed to be what was making him doubtful. His brother Raphael stood beside him silently, equally doubtful, yet not bothering to speak just quite yet.

New April wondered if her own counterpart and Casey would've believed her if they hadn't had to go home. For now, it was just her, Little Mikey, and the four turtles of this world.

"It makes sense," Donnie said, working as he spoke. He kneeled next to Dimension 18's Raphael, who was still lying unconscious on the floor of the lab with a blanket haphazardly draped over him (courtesy of his little brother). "Her team may be bots, but I wouldn't be surprised if they had mics on them. I doubt any of her higher-ups would be happy to know she was meeting secretly with us."

"If it isn't a trap set up by those higher-ups in the first place." Leo folded his arms across his plastron. Donnie shrugged.

"It could be that too."

April sighed, and looked over to where her Raph lay. The horrible device was finally out of him, thanks to this world's Donnie, but it had badly burned his neck. Little Mikey hadn't been burned like that, which led Donatello to conclude that the device had overheated trying to get Raph back under control when he went savage. The device had overworked itself and hurt Raph more in the process. Now, Donnie was applying burn cream to the wound, and New April was watching sadly, Little Mikey attached at her side.

"He's gonna be okay, right?" The youngest turtle asked. Donnie stood up, wiping off his hands before he turned to reply.

"Yeah, he'll be fine," Donnie assured him, "The burns weren't as bad as I thought at first, and his vitals are holding steady. He did, however, sustain a lot of damage to his head." The purple turtle turned to shoot a glare at Raphael, "since you know, someone decided dropping a ton of steel on him was a great idea." Raphael rolled his eyes in response.

"I'd like to see what you would've done to take him out."

"Something a lot better than that, I'm sure."

"Oh shut up, you know as well as I do that-"

"When will he wake up?" This world's Michelangelo suddenly spoke up, voice loud and purposefully interrupting his brothers' argument. Donnie sighed, and Raph turned away, but at least the argument was over. He had succeeded in that right, at least.

"A few hours, a day, a week... I can't know for sure," Donnie admitted, "But a day or two is looking more realistic. He will be okay though."

"Physically..." April muttered under her breath. Donnie didn't respond; there was nothing he could say to refute that anyways.

They all knew that this was going to take a heavy toll on the snapper. Even the four brothers who never even knew him understood that there was a heavy storm rolling in, and that there was no way the other Raph would react well to nearly killing his little brother. There was no way he wouldn't hate himself, for attacking Mikey or this world's turtles or even for being mind controlled in the first place. That wasn't something that you could just get up and walk away from... Even if he would end up being okay physically, there was no telling how he would be mentally.