Your Typical TMNT Fic That I Don't Want to Title

Donnie Forgot A Variable (At the start Rise ends up in 2012)

 No one could explain what happened to Michel after the Krangg invasion. He seemed to have random surges in mystic powers that were uncontrollable. He would be levitating at random, being hot as fire to the touch, making electronics go haywire, sometimes his surges caused his brothers to surge as well. They tried to turn to the future boy and he didn't seem to have any answers other than Michel had disappeared to train. Draxum tried his best to help, but he had never seen a sudden growth in powers like Michel's. It was stressful, and no one had an answer. Donald was tempted to collect by keeping a device on Michel. It looked similar to one of those fitness watches. The watch was indestructible. It never got too hot or too cold. Michel could be on fire or drowning in water and the stupid watch would still work. Michel hated that he needed to wear it. It felt like a child leash, but he didn't complain. He needed a leash.

Donald smiled as he sat in a bean bag across from Leon and Michel. The orange and blue turtles sparred with each other casually. They knew one of the most common factors for a surge was adrenaline, so it was time to check out the hypothesis. A friendly sparring match to get it going. Donald smiled as his wrist screen showed a spike in powers, "Alright gentlemen! We got it!"

Leon smiled as pats Michel's shoulder, "You know that was a pretty good match!" He paused seeing the yellow stripes on his upper arm started to glow. Leon pulled his arm away from his brother so they didn't shock each other with a mystic surge. Voowamp. Leon looked around confused by the lack of blue glow, but his hand did feel lower now like he wasn't on his brother's shoulder anymore. Leon heard Donald scrambling. His softshell brother scrambled behind the bean bag. Leon tensed up slowly turning his head, fear swelling in the pit of his stomach. The turtle next to him was lighter green. From the side of his face, he could see darker green freckles poking out from under his orange mask. Pretty blue eyes that reminded Leon of sunny clear days. He jumped back grabbing his swords to get into a defensive position. Where was Michel?

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Michel woke up to his head spinning. He couldn't see anything other than the swirling blur of dull colors. Michel reached out, touching the concrete below him. He felt his entire body shaking with exhaustion. Whatever this surge was made everything feel drained out of him. Michel held his head whimpering a bit at the pounding headache. Michel sat up just a bit throwing up from the intense pain pulsing through him.

"Whoa! Mikey, what's going on?" A new voice with a comforting concern of his brother Leon filled his ears. Michel opened his eyes slowly looking up. He intensely noticed the darker skin tone and lack of Leon's beautiful red strips. There was a showman flare missing in his voice.

"Huh?" Michel rasped feeling his arms struggle to keep his upper body supported. He wanted to ask this strange turtle who they are, but he couldn't think of the words or how to speak them. He tried to pull away from the strong arms wrapped around him. He didn't like this stranger touching him. Michel cringed away from the deafening noise of two more voices. These turtles sounded like his brothers, but noticeable parts of their personalities were missing from them. He felt more arms wrap around his body to support him up. His feet dragged along the rooftop he was on, when did he climb up topside? Michel closed his eyes, even the pale glow of street lamps hurt his eyes too much.

Michel couldn't recall much of what happened or how he got there, but wherever he wasn't home. He was in a lab, but it wasn't as high-tech as his older brother Donald's. Michel forced himself to sit up taking off his bandana to take a few deep breaths. His body still felt shaky. He hasn't recovered from the surge. He looked up to the door where hushed voices bickering back and forth. Unfortunately, they were too quiet, and with the closed door muffling them, Michel couldn't listen in. Whatever it was he could hear the concern. Maybe they were curious about him, but didn't the almost Leon-sounding voice call him by his nickname? These strangers had a clue of who he was. Michel stood up resting his hand on the wall to support his weight. Michel walked to the door slowly pushing it open. The voices all went quiet. Michel looked up confused to see three turtles in his brother's colors looking at him. The red and blue turtle was shorter than him, and purple was about his same height. The purple one reached out towards him.

"Mikey, you shouldn't be walking around. Look at you. You're shaking and you're a darker shade than normal," Purple gently rested a hand on Michel's arm and back. Michel pulled away.

"How do you know my name?" He asked, feeling himself sway a bit when he leaned back. Surprise lit up across all three faces. Michel felt his breath get caught in the back of his throat. Was he supposed to know these guys?

"Mikey. We're your brothers," The blue semi-sounding Leon spoke to him. His voice was soft as if he was talking to a little kid. The voice irked Michel because he knew these weren't his brothers and he wasn't a baby!

"No, you're not!" Michel snapped back pulling away from the three even more, "Whatever you think happened to my head didn't. I know who I am and who my family is." Michel put his hands on his hips with a sassy sway. The one in red rolled his eyes.

"Think if we hit him hard enough he'll go back to normal?" The red one asked. He was the one that sounded the least like his siblings. Michel could only hear the anger similar to Raph's on the rare occasion he gets yelled at.

"That's not how brain damage works Raphael!" The purple one practically shouted back. Michel shook his head confused. The one in red is also named Raphael. Was he with some disillusioned stalkers?

"Listen just what do you want from me?" Michel asked, backing away and holding up his hands out in front of him.

"I'll go get sensei," The semi-Leon answered, walking away from the group. Michel reached down for his chucks when the purple on came close. He tensed up and relaxed. He was disarmed. Michel's eyes scanned around looking for something he could use as a weapon.

"Let's get you back into bed Mikey," The purple spoke in a gentle tone. Michel backed away from both of them snatching a screwdriver from a workbench. Michel held the screw driven in a way it was hidden. The purple one calmly tried to get him to lay back down.

"Leonardo said something is wrong with his brother. What do you think is wrong, Donatello?" A big old rat walked in. Michel could tell even while sitting that he was taller than him.

"He's acting like we aren't his brothers," The purple one who also strangely shared his brother's name explained to the big rat man. Maybe this is the sensei the blue one had talked about. Once again the blue one shared his brother's name. Michel frowned as he fell back into the bed. Now there were too many strange coincidences. Michel reached up to hold his face. He blinked, forgetting he had taken off his bandanna.

"Michelangelo. What is going on?" The rat man walked over to him. Michel felt his entire body tense. He wasn't used to his entire name being used unless it was something serious.

"What's going on is this isn't home. I don't know who you guys are. I think I have an idea about how I got here," Michel started to loosen up, "I was training with my brother Leon. I got one of my mystic surges and I must have traveled some dimensions. Maybe I switched with your Mikey." He smiled at the big rat hoping his explanation helped. He smiled at him hopefully. The rat man slowly shook his head.

"You've always had a good imagination, but now is not the time to use it, Michelangelo." The big old rat scolded him. Michel leaned away from his touch when the old man rested a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm telling the truth! I'm not from here!" Michel noticed his little sibling whine start to come through. He leaned forward, snatching his bandanna back, easily tying it around his face again. Michel tucked himself into his shell needing to hide away. He just had to think for a bit.

"Master Splinter? Is everything alright?" The other Donnie asked. His voice was soft and uncertain. Mikey shivered, not used to the lack of overly abounded confidence in Donald's voice. So the big rat man was Splinter. Why weren't these other versions of his brothers calling him dad then?

"Let's keep him under close supervision. I'm scared he may hurt himself," Other Splinter answered. Michel felt his entire body flooded with adrenaline. He couldn't be trapped under the constant watch of the other version of his family. He was already suffocated enough at home! Who knows what this other family will do to him? Michel quickly came out of his shell attempting to drive the screwdriver into Splinter's shoulder. The old man's tail wrapped around his wrist forcing Michel into submission.