A/N: This is the last chapter. It's been fun. I'm glad you all enjoyed the story. Your support has been amazing and so inspiring.

Disclaimer: see chapter one

Leonardo, Michelangelo and Klunk waited anxiously outside the infirmary for Donatello to emerge. After they had returned to New York, Donatello had operated to fix the internal damage caused by the energy blast Zai had hit Raphael with back on Xarus. Raphael had ended up in a coma for three weeks afterwards and he was just now waking up. Donatello had banished everyone from the infirmary until he had done a complete assessment of Raphael, which included testing his memory. Everyone feared that Michelangelo had been too late in stopping the memory wipe and that much of Raphael's memories were not intact. Splinter had stated that he had faith Michelangelo had arrived just in time and that Raphael was going to be fine.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Donatello walked out of the infirmary; a downtrodden look on his face. The others immediately feared the worst. Leonardo went to meet Donatello at the doorway while Michelangelo and Klunk hung back. Leonardo put a hand on Donatello's shoulder, halting him in his tracks.

"How bad is it, Donnie?" Leonardo asked.

Donatello ran a hand over his mouth as he took a deep breath. "He has half his memories," he replied. "He remembers names and faces, but that's about it. He doesn't remember past events. He didn't even know I was his brother."

"What does that mean?" Michelangelo asked.

"He thinks he's part of a species of humanoid turtles," Donatello answered. "He believes he is the only child of Marissa and Edward Carison."

"Is there anyway of getting his original memories back?" Leonardo asked.

Klunk shook his head. "The only way is back on Xarus," he said. "And I...kinda...sorta...broke the portal generator."

The brothers looked at him. "What?" Leonardo and Donatello exclaimed.

"Why?" Michelangelo asked.

"So no one could use it to conquer the multiverse," Klunk told them. "Which would you rather: A brother who can only remember bits and pieces of his life, or a burned out husk of the city you took it upon yourselves to protect?"

"Neither," Donatello answered stiffly.

"Klunk did the right thing," Splinter said from his place on the couch. "He may not remember much of what has happened over the years, but at least Raphael is alive and well. Those of the Xarus council must not be allowed to take to the stars. If they do, then countless innocent lives will be lost."

Donatello squirmed on his feet. "But what about Raph?" he asked.

Splinter turned from the television to look at his sons, his eyes falling on Klunk as he spoke. "Do not worry, Donatello. I am sure that an answer will present itself when the time is right."

The computer terminal lit up, causing Zian to smile. Her hard work had finally paid off. Footsteps echoed off the walls as someone approached. Zian turned to see the High Council walk up.

"The generator is working again, High Councilman," Zian announced. "Unfortunately, all the coordinates have been lost...except for one."

"Which one?" Zai asked.

Zian took a deep breath before answering. "New York City," she replied.

Zai smirked darkly. "Well, by all means then; let's go get the rest of them back."

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