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

Is He Okay? (2012)

 "Mikey!" A softshell screamed as he came crashing in behind the human girl that just came in. His purple bandana wrapped and covered the entire upper part of his face with thick eyebrows drawn on. April had her arms under Mikey's supporting his head. She struggled a bit under his weight with how heavy he actually was. The softshell reached for Michel pressing his hands against the box shell's face. The human girl was holding her arms out glaring at the others in the room, keeping them away from him. She grabbed the front of Casey's shirt, almost growling at him. She was pushing him against Raph his arms flexed showing off just how strong she was. Casey held up his hands having a feeling she was just defending her friends. Casey took a moment to stare at the muscle on her arm, and he had to admit, she was built like a bull.

Mikey started to open his eyes, feeling hands on his face, "Donald?" The softshell smiled, yanking Michel off April. Four robotic arms burst out of the metal casting on his back, also wrapping around the tiny turtle. Michel wrapped his arms around him, suddenly bursting into tears with ugly sobs, "Donnie! Am I home? I've missed you so much!"

Donald just squeezed Michel tighter, hushing him. He leaned back checking the spot on his forehead that had been zapped. The 12 gang watched him sway as he cradled Michel in his arms. The two curled up around each other terrified to let the other go. Michel slowly looked up and Leo watched as the joy drained from his eyes. Donnie was rubbing the side of his arm looking off at the wall guilty. April, who was behind the two cuddling turtles sat with her hands in her lap.

"Donnie. Why are you here?" Michel asked, his arms starting to fall off of his older brother.

"I saw you get hit and pass out. I just. Jumped," Donald explained, pulling back. His hands were on Michel's shoulders as his robotic arms retreated into his metal shell.

"I jumped first," Cassandra said as she let go of Casey's shirt. She kneeled down next to the box shell staring at the burn mark on Michel's head. It was the mark left behind from the mystic zap he had taken.

"I need to do a check-up. You got hit in the head with Leon's mystics," Donald sighed, pulling Michel's mark down a bit to check on his new injury.

"What, we're just going to pretend that it's normal to have two Donnies in the same room?" Casey asked, looking around. April glared at Casey doing a zipping motion with her hand.

"We can think about that later we have to make sure Mikey is alright," Donnie answered, breaking off to retrieve medical supplies from his lab. Donald waved his hand in the air creating a translucent purple slit lamp. He held it up shining the light in Michel's eyes. Donnie paused to stare in amazement at seeing his counterpart's powers in action.

"You're trying really hard not to geek out huh," Raph looked at his purple brother. Eyeing this alternate carefully. Donnie nods as he starts to pick at his nails. Donald grabbed Mikey's wrist feeling the pulse. He sighed in relief letting go of his baby brother and rubbed his face clearly stressed out. How could he not be? The first time he does something without thinking and he lands up in the same place he was trying to get his brother away from. Why did he follow Cassnadra's lead? Donald pushed that down. He could figure this out later. For now, he had to figure out how he was going to get the three of them home and that snot-covered version of his brother here. Mikey looked up at his brother, worried scooting closer to Donald and clung to his brother once again. Donald wrapped an arm around him again. He knew Michel needed the closeness and he would be lying if he said he didn't miss his baby brother's cuddles.

"We're okay," Donald rubbed his back. Michel smiled weakly as he squeezed him sniffling a bit. Of course, his brother would cry. Donald couldn't cry but he could just hold him and comfort him.