You know, it seems like no matter how many times we think life will settle down for us, fate has a different plan. Leonardo glared at the group of men in suits aiming their own swords at him, while he stood in a combat stance. Behind them a cowering man was watching helplessly at the situation brewing in his shop. Ahead of him, a clearly unamused but also slightly disinterested looking man in a white suit with a black bowler hat and cane looked the mutant turtle up and down, puffing on a cigar. After we'd finished off the Shredder for good, we'd thought that maybe, just maybe, things would finally settle down. But no, here we are in a strange world, surrounded by terrible people trying to do evil things. He gripped his katanas as he looked to the side of him, his three brothers next to him prepared to help. The man with the cane looked over the four brothers dismissively.

"Well aren't you the strangest pack of animals I've ever seen. Seems I'm getting some new boots from my little trip today as well." He said nodding at the men around him, who all gripped their weapons.

I guess it seems that the more things change the more they also stay the same. With a mighty yell, the four brothers leaped into the air and right at their new enemies.

Chapter 1

It had been an interesting few months since the four turtles had returned to their home after the events of meeting their doppelgangers and saving their entire multiverse. After the destruction of their lair, the turtles and their father, Master Splinter, had been offered by Karai to have the Foot rebuild it in payment for what they had done. She had expressed great regret at her father's actions, and hoped that this would help fix relations between the two groups. While the turtles were willing to at the very least keep a truce with the Foot Clan, Karai's numerous "truce" attempts and the destruction of now two of their lairs from her hand meant that they declined the offer, preferring a home that would be unknown to everyone, including the Foot Clan. However, advanced and spacious places weren't exactly common in the sewers of New York, so for the time being they were staying with Leatherhead in his abandoned subway station home. It was only temporary, but it was the best they could do for such short notice. Leatherhead was of course more than happy to let them stay. Casey and April Jones, of course offered to let them stay in their shared apartment again, but after the last time they did that got April's place burned down, they were a bit reluctant to take up that offer. While their deadliest threat, the Shredder, was deal with they still had enemies. And as they were about to learn, fate would not leave them be.

Right now, the four brothers were in Leatherhead's home, working on their own interests. Leatherhead himself had decided to go out looking for a few spots to let the turtles rest from their home hunting for the day, so the turtles decided to take advantage of that. Leonardo, the eldest brother, was doing his daily training. He'd felt like he'd fallen behind on his training over the past few weeks from searching for a new home instead. He swung his twin katanas at several training dummies, his arcs gliding through the air with barely a sound as he hit at his current targets. It was far more simplistic than the complex training courses their sensei had set up in their previous homes, but it was something at least, and hopefully they wouldn't be here for much longer. For now he sliced at the current targets, bits of wood falling from his swift cuts as he also leaped over them.

A fair distance away in one of the corners and close to the former subway tracks sat Raphael, the next oldest brother. He was busy grunting and groaning and occasionally mumbling angrily at the tools in his hands as he worked on his Shell Cycle. After the beating and fiery explosion it had taken during Hun's attempted rescue mission of Karai from Agent Bishop almost a year ago, Raphael was glad to finally have the time to fix it up. He was the happiest he'd been in a long time when he got it up and running a few days ago, despite looking for a home taking up most of his time. So he spent today finishing up some minor tweaking on it.

Michelangelo, the third and youngest of the turtles was hiding a bit aways from everyone else, his nose buried in a comic book. Ever since they've had to start living with Leatherhead, Mikey's made good progress through his massive comic collection. Without the large entertainment system he'd had to make do with his comics, a fact he made sure everyone else knew about. Constantly. As he layed back on his shell, he scratched at the small, orange bundle of fur, his personal pet Klunk the cat. He purred softly while Mikey lazily read through the same comic for the fifth time. He groaned as he leaned back, setting it down.

Fairly close by Raph sat the last brother of the group, Donatello. His current work space appeared to be the only one that wasn't makeshift, as he was using Leatherhead's current lab. Ever since meeting with their alternate selves, Donnie had become fascinated, almost to the point of obsession even, with multiversal travel. He saw it as the next step for his brothers, having already travelled through space and time. And even if he had learned about the multiverse under dire circumstances, strapped to the Shredder's doom machine that almost sucked the life out of him and destroyed the Turtles' multiverse, it opened him up to infinite possibilities. There was no way he was going to ignore this opportunity. Right now he was working on the prototype of his very own "Teleportal Stick" as he called it. While he had dismissed the inspiration from their alternate selves initially, he was now wanting to build his own version. Leatherhead had helped of course, his information on Utrom technology had come a long way to helping, and they had even occasionally been able to have their robotic ally, Professor Honeycut, come and help with his great knowledge on teleportal technology.

Today he felt like he was making a breakthrough, and would later call April and Leatherhead over to give him a hand. However, even though he was giddy and excited at his work, he was not safe from the obnoxious voice of his brother.

"Ugh...I'm boooooored!" Mikey groaned as he set his comic down on the pile and sitting up, Klunk hopping off of him. "How much longer is Leatherhead gonna be gone again? I really wanna find a place." Donnie sighed as he set down his tools to inspect the Teleportal Stick in closer detail.

"He's only been gone for an hour Mikey, he'll be gone for most of the day. Just be glad he decided to take the time to look for us so you can sit back and read your comics." He said, making a few tiny adjustments. This did not stop the orange-masked vigilante.

"Only an hour? Oh come on, I thought it was more than that!" He grumbled, hopping up and walking over to where Raph was working. Raph grumbled as he worked, Mikey's very presence seeming to set off his short temper.

"Believe me Mikey, it's definitely been only an hour. 'Cause you keep freakin' complainin' about how bored ya are!" Mikey grumbled as he passed by the tools Raph was using.

"Oh come on, I can't be complaining that badly!" He argued. His brothers however were quick to shoot that idea down.

"Yes ya have." Raph muttered.

"When have you spoken today and not complained?" Don was quick to retort without even looking up.

Mikey looked over at Leo, a hopeful grin on his face. The leader was standing on top of one of the dummies and with a quick leap into the air, he brought one blade down on its head and looked over at Mikey. The two shared a look for a second, before Leo just shook his head. Mikey groaned and walked back by Raph.

"Yeah yeah, I'm sorry I'm not some busy bee who has something to do. All my stuff is still unusable at the moment." Mikey smirked and quickly grabbed one of Raph's oil cans for his bike.

"Well, maybe now you are too…" The prankster slowly backed up, Raph currently oblivious to the theft. That didn't last long as he reached out for it. After not finding it and blindly feeling for it, Raph got out from under the Shell Cycle and looked for it.

"What the shell, where's my-" He stopped and looked up, seeing Mikey trying to sneak away. He got up, glaring daggers at his younger brother.

"Alright bozo, Imma give you three seconds to hand over ma oil 'fore I make yer face uglier den it already is." Raph growled, giving his knuckles a menacing crack. Mikey just shot him a cocky grin.

"Gonna have to catch me first!" The prankster said, and ran off with the can. Raph growled and charged after him, pumping his arms as his eyes narrowed on his target.

Leaping up onto a ledge, Mikey was quick to bounce past several pillars before leaping at the ground and rolling to seamlessly continue running. Raph however was hot on Mikey's tail, not even bothering to try anything fancy, just running up and kicking off against the column to get him closer. The two continued this game of cat and mouse, running all around the lair. Leonardo sighed as he saw his brothers running around like this. Then he smirked and got an idea. Seeing Mikey rush towards his training area he grinned and sheathed his swords on his back.

"Hey Mikey, heads up!" The leader shouted and leaped at his younger brother, swinging his legs out midair to take the can of oil from his grasps. Mikey may sometimes be slow in most areas, but his reactions are not. He widened his eyes and barely ducked back and dodged the legs of his leader and slid back. He panted a bit, looking at his two brothers as they slowly approached him.

"Oh come on guys, this isn't fair!" Mikey said and leaped backwards, kicking off the over their heads. Raph however saw that coming and jumped up and grabbed his brother's leg, pulling him down with a thud.

"It never was bro." The hot-headed turtle glowered. Mikey wasn't through yet, so with a swift kick to his brother's wrist he was free and running. As the mayhem occurred around him, Donnie was busy working on the Dimensional Teleportal. He kept eyeing it up and down, trying to piece together the intricate puzzle presented before him. He tightened several wires together, and carefully flicked a couple of switches. He saw the soft glow and small vibration begin, before turning them off. That was good, it was a sign that things were working. He continued to make small adjustments, testing out the strain of the device. As it was it was probably too weak to do the teleportation and survive, but he was certainly close to his goal. He could see the keyhole, and he knew what lay on the other side...it was all about making the right key.

Of course all of his concentration was ruined by his table getting violently pushed to the side as Mikey leaped over it and Raph's overzealous arms reached for him, smashing through most of the equipment. It was only thanks to Don's own quick reflexes that the Teleportal was not knocked away as well. He had, however, left one of the switches on. Not enough to actually activate the device, of course, but this particular switch served almost like a safety on a gun. He looked at the three brothers using his table as a barrier from each other, flipping over and under it, Mikey trying to keep the other two on the other side of the table.

"Guys really, I'm working here, come on, would it kill you to show a little decency around my space and my very fragile equipment?" The genius asked, but his question fell on deaf ears, as the three continued their bout.

Don grew a bit frustrated, and as Mikey sneered at Raph again and tried to flip over him, Donnie smacked his foot out of midair. This caused the turtle to fall off target, his eyes widening. And it was at that moment that Raph was right under him. However, the oil can also fell upside down with him. After Mikey landed he groaned and stood up in front of the table. He looked behind him and saw that Leo and Don had worried expressions on their faces...but it wasn't him they were looking at. With a gulp, the prankster turtle slowly turned around to see a seething Raph, his head coated in oil.

"Um...well I guess we can get that nasty squeak outta your mask there, loosen it up a bit…" Mikey chuckled nervously.

"Imma loosen up your whole face Mikey!" Raph yelled and leaped at Mikey, tackling him. The force he leaped out also caught Don and Leo, knocking the four of them back by the Shell Cycle. Klunk meowed in fear and leaped up onto the Shell Cycle. However, as Raph attempted to deliver righteous vengeance on his younger brother, no one noticed the Teleportal Donatello was still holding. If there's one thing that's generally considered a bad idea, it's banging around fragile and highly unstable new technology. The Teleportal Stick began to glow and shake in Donnie's hand, a soft yellow beam emitting. At first the shaking and glow were small so they weren't noticed by the genius. However it rapidly increased in both of these areas, forcing Donnie's attention away from the brotherly love transpiring and to the matters unfolding. He was barely able to notice what was going on when the device ripped from his hand and shot over them, the yellow glow bathing all of them. They found their movements slowed down, almost being forced still. Straining to look around, Leonardo was the first to force words out.

"Donnie! What the shell is going on?!" He forced out, his words slightly muffled by his strained movements. Donnie's eyes were widened as he looked around with his eyeballs.

"I-I don't know! My teleportal is...activating!" He said and the four brothers all collectively gasped as their senses were strained and it felt like they were being pulled apart. Raphael gasped out as he felt the familiar tug of teleportation, but this felt more...intense, more powerful.

"Yeah, but where the shell are we going?!" He demanded. That was the question on everyone's mind. The brainiac looked around, feeling his mind start to darken as the loud hum grew in all of their ears and their world vanished. The last thing anyone heard was his worried and almost despaired tone.

"I don't know." With that everything caught in the glow vanished from this world, leaving the lair deadly still.

It was a fairly bright night in the Kingdom of Vale. Clouds drifted across the sky at a lazy pace as the moon shone down on the citizens. The buildings rose up from the ground to touch the night sky, as a still atmosphere settled over the citizens. In one particular area, fewer people than usual were nearby to witness an event that broke the stillness.

A bright yellow light burst into existence and faded away several times, almost faster than the human eye can see. However one final burst lasted for several seconds, leaving a large boom before several objects crashed into the carelessly stacked garbage cans. Within this alleyway, our heroes found themselves, groaning as they recovered from the feeling and rude awakening. Mikey of course was the first to get a jab in.

"Ugh, well...glad to see that teleporting no matter what is still awful." He groaned, standing up. Looking down he saw his brothers also struggled to get up. The Shell Cycle also happened to be there with them, but what caught his attention was the small, almost pained meow. Looking past the bike he reached down and grabbed Klunk.

"Klunk, oh are you alright?" Michelangelo asked, concerned. Meanwhile his brother's still struggled to get up.

"Yeah, thanks for da concern there Mikey." Raph grumbled while standing up. His other brothers also looked around, trying to take in what just happened. Leo turned on Don.

"Donnie, what the shell just happened?!" The eldest brother demanded, looking more concerned than angry. Donnie shrugged, before rubbing the back of his head.

"I don't know, it seems that when you guys crashed into me, it must've activated my Interdimensional Teleportal Stick, but that's all I know. I've never really been able to properly test it, so I don't know what else could have happened." He said, shrugging helplessly. Leonardo sighed, but now was the time to take them charge.

"Alright, but at least the layout of where we are looks familiar. You say it was supposed to be Interdimensional, but do you think it's possible that it could've just teleported us somewhere nearby?" He asked hopefully. Donnie looked a bit hurt in his pride but sighed and shrugged.

"I mean...it's a possibility I suppose. Like I said, it's never been tested, so if I did my math horribly wrong, then we could've-" Don started, before being interrupted.

"Um, guys." Mikey interrupted. Raph turned on him.

"What is it Mikey? It better be friggin' important to interrupt Don there." Mikey nodded, but he wasn't looking at his brothers. His eyes were staring up into the night sky.

"Um...I hate to rain on your parade, but we are definitely not in Kansas anymore." He then pointed up at the night sky. His brothers all gave a collective gasp at the sky. They saw that the moon was there...but it was broken apart. Leonardo swallowed and looked up.

"Alright...I'm going to be going with your math being right." Leonardo gravely stated, to which Donnie nodded.

"Of course...the one time it shouldn't have."

After the turtles took a moment to breath and calm down, they quickly needed a game plan on what to do. Of course Raph made several suggestions that he said would also serve as punishment for once again getting them stranded here. The first thing to do was to take stock on what they had with them. Each turtle had their main weapons as well as some minor equipment, like shurikens, smoke pellets, climbing claws, Shell Cells, etc. Donatello had his so aptly named bag of gifts, holding most of his more techy stuff, including Turtle Vision goggles, his various tools, some more of their smaller gear, and other tech equipment. Raph had his Shell Cycle, which he was thankful for, and Mikey had Klunk, who was slowly beginning to calm down. Once everything had been accounted for, the turtles decided it was time to continue with their greatest skill: stealth.

Climbing up to the top of the roof (leaving the Shell Cycle behind) the turtles stuck to the shadows and began to hop across the rooftops exploring their surroundings. Form what they could gather, everything seemed fairly normal. People walked down the sidewalks, cars occasionally drove on the streets, really it all seemed fairly standard to what they were used to, albeit without the massive skyscrapers of New York. Donatello was incredibly intrigued by what appeared to be holographic streetlights, but other than that, everything seemed fairly normal. Unfortunately for the brothers, "normal" wasn't always a good thing.

As they passed over another alleyway, they noticed several people, their features obscured by the shadows of the buildings, started to back away from a group of tough looking men casually strolling down the street, armed as well. This set off a lot of their warnings, so the brothers decided to follow the group. Mikey looked over the group as they marched towards a shop, called the "Dust till Dawn".

"Great, looks like the local mob's about to collect some protection money." Mike observed as the group walked in. From across looking into the large windows, they could see one of the thugs pull a gun on the old, cowering shopkeeper.

"And it seems like they're the type to take money from a poor old man as well. We gotta do something." Mikey said, shaking his head. He turned to Leonardo and after a moment of hesitation, the leader nodded.

"Even if we're stuck on another world with no idea what's going on, we should always seek to do the right thing. Come on guys, it's ninja time!" He said as his brothers grinned.

Inside the Dust till Dawn, the henchmen all started to go up to the Dust holders, and generally started taking as much Dust as they could carry, while the shaken shopkeeper began to hand over the crystals. Overall it looked like a fairly easy robbery.

Or it did, until a large mass smashed through the large windows, knocking the two robbers collecting Dust by that window back to the counter. With a dazed groan, the thugs slowly stood up and they widened their eyes at what stood in front of them. The four turtles glared down at the group, who in return glared back.

"Hey, who called Alex DeLarge and the Axe Gang?" Mikey scoffed, twirling his nunchucks around, before resting them under his arms. Unphased by this sudden turn of events, the apparent leader narrowed his eyes.

"Well aren't you the strangest pack of animals I've ever seen. Seems I'm getting some new boots from my little trip today as well." The criminal said then nodded at the hired help, the three with swords charging at the turtles. This however was greatly anticipated by the four. They leaped into the air and delivered a rousing kick, Mikey, Raph, and Don meeting their target, knocking them back. Once on the ground, the fight really began.

Donatello grinned as the man in front of him charged and sloppily swung his red sword at the ninja. With a quick duck the blow easily missed, and Donnie was quick to swing the tip of his Bo right into the man's face. With a gasp, the man backed up, but to Donnie's surprise didn't drop like a rock. Still he didn't let the drop in the man's guard go to waste and so ran up to the man, and quickly slide the staff around his neck, yanking back to bring the man with him, while he flipped backwards. While midair, Donnie coiled his legs back and then shot them out right into the man's chest, flinging him out of the store through the recently shattered glass. Using the kick to knock him forward, he landed gracefully and looked back. This time, he stayed down.

Raph grinned as he twirled his sais around.

"You know, I've been havin' kind of a rough day. Thanks for lettin' me take it out on you!" Raph snarked as he caught the thug's sword in between the right sai's prongs. Forcing his blade down, Raph leaned pressed himself up and delivered a side kick directly at the crook's nose. Backing up, the thug didn't retaliate, so Raph leaped into the air and delivered four more rapid fire kicks directly to the face in quick succession. On the last kick, he used the thug's face to leap into the air and deliver a blow directly down onto his head, toppling him to the ground. With another spin of his sais he looked down. "I needed that, thanks pal."

Michelangelo was chuckling as he deftly dodged the swinging blows that his opponent tried and failed to connect, while mocking him the whole time.

"Heh heh, whoops almost got me there." Mikey ducked underneath a fast swing and lightly hit him in the back with his chuck, more to annoy him. Angrily slicing down Mikey was faster, rolling out of the way and leaping off his hands to deliver another smack in midair.

"Whatta know, I think I felt a breeze with that one!" He teased, his opponent angrily glared.

"Will you dirty animal just shut up and get hit already!" The thug glowered, to which Mikey just chuckled.

"I've always thought about it." He joked, before swinging his nunchuck to catch the sword. Yanking it out of the thug's hand, he also pulled him closer to the turtle, which allowed him to swing the nunchuck and hit him in the face. This was met with a furious onslaught of blows, as Mikey swung his nunchucks hard. Once the man fell back groaning, Mikey shook his head. "Such a temper, you should talk with Raph about some group anger management sessions."

All that was left was Leonardo with the one who had stayed back. And the reason became clear to Leo as he hefted a pretty large gun of some sort. Quickly ducking the man aimed down at him, but as soon as he pulled the trigger, Leo was in the air making the bullets uselessly hit the ground. Leo spun down behind the man. The thug turned around but before he could fire, Leo swung his head backwards, meeting the gunman's nose. Without wasting even a second, Leo grabbed his collar and threw him into the air. Leo kicked himself up higher than his victim, and delivered a spin kick which launched him into the wall. Leo landed and kicked forward to reach the shop's entrance where his other brothers landed as well. They all smirked at the leader, weapons aimed at him. However he looked unimpressed. Rather he looked more annoyed, and that's the tone his voice carried.

"Alright, where's the last of you, I know I hired five of you idiots!" Almost as if on cue, two shapes rocketed from the aisle, smashing through the second window. The turtles all rushed out quickly to check on what that was. What they saw was mind-boggling. A young girl, dressed in a black skirt with a long flowing red hood, no older than fifteen, was standing over the unconscious body of the last thug. However, that wasn't even the most impressive part. A scythe, one that the head alone was larger then her whole body rested on her shoulder. Looking back at the gang leader and the turtles with a confident smirk, she swung the massive weapon around her body as if it were nothing before planting it on the ground, aiming at the man in the suit. The turtles were stunned, before Mikey said what they were all thinking.

"Okay that right there...that's awesome." Mikey commented. However, their attention turned back to the leader as he stepped out, mumbling something about how useless his help was, before turning back the group.

"Well then, I think all of us can say this has been a pretty eventful evening." He dropped his cigar and stamped it out with his cane, before bringing it up so that the tip aimed at the five heroes in front of him.

"But as much as I would love to stick around, I'm afraid this...is where we part ways." At that point, a small, round target flipped up from the bottom of the cane. Leo immediately caught on.

"Guys look out!" Leo cried, however his cry came a bit late as a large, red, firework-like explosive shot out, hurtling towards them. Most of the turtles were able to get out of the way, and the girl shot herself up (and due to the rather loud sound of a gun being fired, this was literal). However Mikey was a bit too slow, having been in the middle. The explosion caught him dead center, flinging him back.

"Mikey, no!" Leo yelled, as his brothers rushed over to the turtle casualty. The teen girl looked concerned at the four and started to run over. Donnie saw that and shook his head.

"No go get that guy, we can handle this." She stopped and nodded, before looking back to see him climbing up the building. Meanwhile the turtles gathered around Mikey. He coughed and groaned, leaning against a building Donnie rushed to him.

"Mikey, Mikey, are you alright?" Don asked, concerned. Mikey coughed again and groaned.

"I dunno bros...th-this might be the end for the Mikester. This...this…" His eyes widened and he sat up.

"I...actually don't feel too bad…" Michelangelo said, confused. However his brothers barely registered what he said, they were too busy staring at him as if he had grown a second head.

"Uh guys...hello I think I'm alright. What is i-" He stopped as he raised his hand and saw a faint glow covering his body. His own eyes widened.

"W-What the shell?" The faint glow slowly vanished and he patted himself. After being helped up, he looked at them all.

"Um...what the shell just happened?" Michelangelo asked, however that train of thought was finished by a fairly large explosion coming from the rooftops. They all looked up and saw a small cloud of smoke. Raph gritted his teeth.

"Look, we can ask questions later, right now we have some dirtbag who shot our brotha and who really needs his teeth kicked in!" Raph charged towards the building the two had climbed up, his brothers following, gracefully and quickly reaching the top. However upon reaching it, they were not ready for what they saw. On the ground was the girl in the red cloak who they had just met, and another woman was standing on the rooftop, holding a riding cropped. Her appearance seemed to be that of a fantasy-esque librarian or teacher, but that was not what startled the boys. No, what really startled them was what she was doing.

In front of her, some sort of flying vehicle, almost like a strange helicopter or something similar, was hovering next to her. From within they could see someone, mostly shrouded in darkness was standing on the edge. And she was shooting fireballs, not at this woman, but at this large projectile the woman was...throwing at it for lack of a better word. However upon hitting the vehicle, it just bounced off. But the woman started to quickly wave around her riding crop, and the projectile split off into three tendrils, circling the vehicle like a hungry squid. By then the person shooting fireballs had recovered and thrust their arms out. A quick flash of orange and the tendrils were reduced to ash and fell down. By now the vehicle had started to recover, and began to turn away. The red cloaked girl seemed to recover her wits, and her scythe folded down to a smaller size and she began firing from it. However the bullets just seemed to bounce harmlessly off of the person inside of the vehicle. Then they swung their arms to the side. The turtles were quickly blinded by a series of explosions where the two women had been. However once the smoke had cleared, the woman was standing next to the girl on the ground, the vehicle flying off. Michelangelo was the first to speak.

"Okay...I know that this has already been said a lot, but the Mikey train has gone off the rails so I must reiterate: What the shell is going on?!" Mikey questioned, to which Raph was quick to follow up.

"I'm with Mikey on dis one, I have no clue what da shell just happened, does anyone else?" Raph said, turning to his brothers. Leonardo shook his head.

"No, I have no idea what's going on…." Looking back, the leader saw that the woman was talking to the girl, so his eyes were narrowed.

"...but we should probably get moving before we're confronted." They all nodded and quickly turned around and ran off, fading into the night.

Or, that was the plan. What actually happened is that after they turned around to run off, they suddenly found themselves unable to move, as if they were being held there. Struggle all they may try, they couldn't get anywhere. Suddenly a very strict voice reached the turtles' ears, as the woman walked towards them, riding crop aimed right at them.

"And you four. I think it goes without saying that you have a lot of explaining to do."

And with that concludes the first chapter of my very first attempt at writing. As this is my first time, there are bound to be plenty of mistakes, and I am perfectly willing to listen to any criticism that comes my way. I hope you all enjoy my first attempt at writing, and will follow the turtles in their new adventures in Remnant!