1987: Michelangelo, Splinter

2003: Mike, Sensei

2012: Mikey, Master

AN: Sooo….. Sorry?

It's been so long since I've updated this. Over a year. I feel so bad! I'm sorry, things got in the way and then I lost my train of thought and just kind of abandoned this. I can't promise regular updates, but I will try to finish this and not leave a year between each update. Not promises, though.

I hope that my old readers are still here. I realise you might not be, but welcome back if you are, and two any new readers, I hope you're enjoying the story!

Thanks you leilagornall for your review. The shock of seeing a new review on this story was one of the things that got me back into gear for writing. See, reviews can change things!

Disclaimer: I don't own them, and probably never will. (But I can dream!)

The first thing on any of the Michelangelos minds was food. More precisely, pizza. All three Splinters simply shook their heads and went to mediate on what had happened.

"Okay, dudes," Michelangelo said. "D'ya wanna order out, or see what leftovers we have?"

"You know what," Mike replied. "It's a Friday evening in my dimension, and I haven't had dinner yet. I'm happy with leftovers."

"Pizza in the morning?" Mikey added. "I'm happy with whatever!"

Leo chuckled. "I just had lunch, Michelangelo. I'm on their side: let's have leftovers."

"Alrighty, then." Michelangelo reached into the fridge and pulled out arms piled up with numerous pizza boxes. "Let's see. We have sardines and chocolate sauce, salami and custard, whipped cream, beef and treacle, and pepperoni. Any takers?"

There was a look of pure disgust on Mike's face, which was unusual for the normally open-minded turtle. "I'll take the pepperoni, thanks."

Mikey, on the other hand, seemed very enthusiastic about his options. "Oh, oh, sardines and chocolate sauce! That sounds great! Oh, but wait, beef and treacle! I've never tried that before! Hang on, hang on, salami and custard. I don't think that's even an option back home! But, what about the whipped-"

"Okay, Mikey," Leo cut the younger turtle off, chuckling. "Why don't you take a bit from each? Michelangelo and I have just had lunch; I'm sure we can cope with the leftovers from your leftovers." He held up his hand to halt the objection that was about to spill forth from Michelangelo. "These are our guests, little brother. Show some hospitality. Please."

To say Leo was shocked at how quickly the leftovers were gone is an understatement. He and his brothers were fast eaters, and they ate a lot. But with three Michelangelos instead of just one, the remaining slices of pizza were gone in seconds. Leo went to grab one, but decided against it, worried that one of the orange-clad turtles would mistake his hand for another slice and he'd have to learn to fight with one katana.

Once done, Mikey sat back with a burp. He then quickly looked at Leo, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

Mike buried his head in his hands. "What have I ever done to deserve being stuck here?"

Leo chuckled and folded his arms. "Did you guys wanna do something? I'm sure we could find you a game or something."

Mikey nodded and jumped up. "Yeah! What stuff do you guys have? All the stuff round here looks pretty retro; are your gaming systems old, too?"

Once again, Mike cursed under his breath. Michelangelo and Mikey seemed oblivious to it, but Leo turned to him.

"You know, Mike, however much you don't like it, you're stuck here. With us. So deal with it. At least try to enjoy yourself. I mean, you are with two more versions of you! And this time, no one's trying to kill us!"

Mike's eyes widened in disbelief, and he stepped forward, threateningly looking Leo in the eye. "No one's trying to kill us?" He growled. "No one's trying to kill us?! You idiot! Of course someone's trying to kill us! Why else would we be stuck in different dimensions? For all I know, my brothers are all lying in some hole somewhere, stone-dead, and I'm stuck here with you!" His voice had been raising through the speech, and he suddenly calmed down, taking a step back. "Think about it, genius: whoever did this has split us up. I can only assume that they've put three Raphaels and three Donatellos in differentet dimensions, too. That means that there are three teams made up of one element each. Here, we have three jokesters and a leader who only knows half his team. Where's the brain that can help us figure out what to do? Or the muscle to help put the plan on action?" He sighed. "Face it, Leo, without our own brothers, we're all screwed."

Leo could feel the eyes of Michelangelo and Mikey burning holes in his head. He turned so that he was facing all three of them. "Guys, don't worry. You've forgotten that we're in a dimension with three master Splinters, and if we have them, then our brothers no doubt have our other friends. We can make it through this; I know we can." Leo said, hoping the three younger brothers were believing this more than him. "Look, you guys go play. I'll go talk to master Splinter- Splinters, and meditate. We'll figure this out; I promise."

His three younger 'brothers' nodded and walked out of the room, Mike turning and giving Leo one more questioning glare. Leo shrugged, signalling that he didn't know what to do, but he would figure it out.

Slowly, the eldest turtle turned and made his way to where his sensei and two copies of his sensei were sitting. He took his time, worried about interrupting any meditation that may be going on, and trying to figure out what he would say if there was.

As he finally made it to the rats, he sighed at the fact that they were, in fact, meditating, and he had come up with no excuse for interrupting them. He stood for a moment, debating what to do, before deciding that he would meditate with them, and talk to them when they finished. Yes, he thought, this way, no one gets annoyed, and I get to meditate.

So he sat down on the end, next to his sensei, and settled in to prepare himself. He felt, though, like he didn't need to; there was something that was calling him, dragging him into the calm of meditation, seeming to take that calmness away. Yet, willingly or unwillingly, he followed the pull and emptied his mind.

Just a few seconds in, he opened his eyes to find himself stood in... nothing. The whole area around him was blank. Whoa, the Astral Plane! No way! He thought, overjoyed to finally have completed the meditation training that his Sensei had started when he and his brothers were young children.

The joy didn't last, though, as he felt the presence of two people in close proximity. He employed every skill his master had taught him to turn around as smoothly and silently as possible. Those skills went out the window as soon as his turn was finished, however.

Standing in a triangle with himself were too very familiar faces.

And each had an identically shocked look on it.

A beat of silence passed, before all three yelled the same single word: "Names!"

"Right, okay, well," Said that turtle with an 'L' inscribed on his belt. "I'm gonna go with… Leonardo?"

"Well, duh," The turtle with three toes said.

"No," The only remaining turtle said. "I think he meant he was going to take Leonardo as his given name until this mess is sorted out."

"Oh, right," Three toes said, just slightly embarrassed. "Well, can I take Leo, then?"

"Of course. I guess I'll go with… Well, I'm not sure. My brothers sometimes…" The remaining turtle took a deep breath. "They sometimes call me Fearless. I guess I could go with that?"

"Cool." Leonardo said, smiling. "So, I'm guessing you two have my brothers?"

"Well, I have three Donatellos and three April O'Neils in my dimension." Leo said, before turning to Fearless.

"Yep, I've got the Raphaels and the Casey Jones'." Fearless said, shaking his head and sitting down. "They're driving me insane!"

Leo smiled, joining his alternate on the 'ground'. Was that the right word? He wasn't sure; everything around them was blank. "My brother can do that to you."

Fearless chuckled. "Yeah. He turned up with no weapons and started complaining straight away. Then again, none of the others were any better." He sighed. "I guess I'm not really any better either."

Leonardo joined his doppelgangers on the ground. "The Mikeys turned up and started eating. I guess it was to be expected, though."

Fearless rolled his eyes. "To be fair, when we met you and your other brothers last time, you were all a bit like that." Suddenly realising something, he turned to Leo to explain. "Um, we met a while ago when-"

Leo smiled. "Don't worry, your Donatello explained it to me already. Sounded like quite the adventure."

"So, why do you think all this happened, then?" Leonardo asked.

"I don't know." Leo replied. "I mean, obviously someone wants to do something. An enemy, probably. And, obviously, they've split our brothers up. Maybe there's a pattern with how they were split?"

Fearless nodded. "Well, my brother pointed out earlier that when I'm angry, I can get just as hot-headed as any version of Raphael. And when I first met up with Leonardo here, it was pointed out that he and his brothers were like four versions of Michelangelo. Maybe they're splitting us up by personality traits?"

Leo nodded. "Okay, that makes sense. So, how old are all of you?"

"My brothers and I are seventeen, almost eighteen." Fearless replied.

"Seventeen, just." Leonardo said.

"And we're fifteen. But, I mean, it's not long till we're sixteen. Not really." Leo said, suddenly feeling very young.

Fearless smiled, seeing his younger version's embarrassment. Of course, he was used to seeing that; through some biological genius, his Donatello had figured out that he and Raph were separated by only a few minutes, then Donatello had hatched a couple of days after that. Michelangelo was, biologically, a few weeks younger than the others. However, they celebrated the years since their mutation rather than their actual age. Nevertheless, Mikey sometimes felt as if he was less mature than his brothers due to the difference in age.

Fearless reached over, placing a hand on Leo's shoulder. "Hey, age doesn't matter."

Leonardo smirked, muttering "Much" under his breath.

Fearless rolled his eyes. "Well, I better get going. I don't want to go back and found the Raphaels have trashed my lair."

Leo chuckled. "Yeah, Donnie may have blown something up by now." He was about to say goodbye when he remembered something. "Hey, could you guys tell my brothers that we're safe? Just to let them know?"

Leonardo nodded. "Yeah, same. And tell them that, as soon as they get home, we'll have a pizza feast."

Fearless laughed. "Oh, I'm jealous. Well, of course I'll tell the Raphaels. Could you let my brothers know that, I don't know, just that we're safe as well? Oh, and that Raph and I will try to stay out of trouble." He winked.

Each version of Leonardo smiled at the others for a moment, before nodding and turning around. "Well, see ya!" Leonardo said, suddenly disappearing.

"I guess we'll meet this way again, so, see you around." Leo agreed, slowly fading out rather than vanishing.

Fearless smiled to himself, left alone. He looked around, wondering just what he and his brothers had got into this time. Well, he thought to himself, Better go home and assess the damage.

Fearless seemed to shimmer as he disappeared, leaving the Astral Plane in peace once again.

Little did they know, as soon as all three had left, a low laugh filled the air in the Plane, and wide, malicious grin faded into existence.

AN: So much dialogue! I'm sorry, it just felt like there needed to be some kind of conversation and I ran out of descriptive things to say… I hope it was still alright.

Just to clarify:

1987 – Leonardo

2003 – Fearless

2012 – Leo

I know I said I wasn't going to use Fearless as a name, but I changed my mind sometime over the past year.

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