Prologue

Peter seemed like an ordinary boy to his friends at school, the only person who really knew him was his girlfriend, MJ. You see, Peter was orphaned at the age of 6 and soon after lost the rest of his living family. What he doesn't remember was that he had a twin brother that was adopted almost immediately and went to live with his new family in Minnesota. Peter, however, didn't get adopted but ran away after his brother left and lived off of the streets of New York where he was found by his new family.

This new family was not your ordinary family; in fact they were mutants, but not the mutants you read about in comic books. There were four mutated turtles that were Peter's age and a mutated rat that became their father. Peter lived a pretty good life in the sewers of New York with his family, he went to school, taught the art of ninjistu and when he turned 15 was bitten by a spider that gave him super powers. Peter always had a love for science and a love for inventing things.

Peter's twin brother, Logan, had a different, much more normal life than his twin brother. The family that adopted Logan was normal, his adopted dad was a doctor and his mom was a real estate agent. Logan made three good friends and when they were all sixteen they moved to LA to form a band called Big Time Rush, which is where our story begins.

*New York Sewers*

Peter was sitting at his desk in his bedroom doing homework with his radio on his favorite station. The lair had sounds going on throughout the day, it was pretty much normal, it was when it is quiet that you have to be careful. You see, while Peter is a normal looking boy, he has four mutated turtles for brothers. Their names are Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo. Their father named them after the Renaissance artist and begun training them in ninjistu.

Mikey, as they call Michelangelo, came bounding into Pete's bedroom being his loud obnoxious self. Smiling and rolling his eyes Pete turned his chair to face his older brother by only a couple of months.

"What is it, Mikey?" Pete asked.

"You have a twin brother." Mikey blurted out. Pete froze at his words and stared at his goofball of a brother, wondering if this was some sort of joke or if he was being serious.

"And you came to this conclusion, how?" Pete asked.

"I was watching TV and his music video came on by a band and one of the members looks just like you." he said. Pete shook his head as he thought back to when his life was normal.

If he thought hard enough he did remember a little who looked like him but had brown eyes and dimples. Shaking his head he moved to his bed and pulled out his photo albums he took from his aunt and uncles deserted house. Mikey sat down next to him on his bed as Pete opened them for the first time. On the very first page were two birth certificates and pictures of both boys. Pete snapped his gaze to his younger older brother in a panic.

"Donnie!" Pete yelled running out of his bedroom. Their smart brother stepped out of his lab and looked confused as his two younger brothers ran towards him.

"What's going on Pete?" he asked.

"I need you to do a search of Logan Parker, adoption records." Pete said. Donnie nodded, though he didn't understand what got him so worked up.

"Pete, I'll do it, but you need to tell me what is going on." Don said.

"I have a twin brother, who might be famous and I need to contact him." Pete said.

Don nodded in understanding, Pete's past was something that his brother never really talked about, yet here they are searching for a twin brother that Peter never thought existed.

It didn't take long to find the records and Don gave up his seat to Peter. Peter read through it and sure enough he did in fact have a twin brother that was adopted and is now living across the country. Pete printed out the adoption papers and went back to his room and closed the door.

Once his bedroom door was closed to his brothers, Pete went back to his bed and started to write a letter to his brother.

Dear Logan,

I know you may think that this is a fan letter, but let me assure you that it is not. The reason why I am writing you is very simple. You're my twin brother. I know this may sound hard to believe. I almost didn't believe it myself. The only differences in our appearances are that you have brown eyes and dimples. Other than that we look exactly alike. I am sorry if you are first finding out in a letter if that is the case. My own adoptive brother busted into my bedroom while I was doing homework to tell me I had a twin. If this does not help you then I have enclosed a copy of our birth certificates and your adoption records and a picture of the two of us together when we were six.

I know you may be wondering about our parents and why they gave us up, it's not the reason you think. They were killed in a car accident and our only living relatives died shortly after that in a home invasion. New York isn't exactly the safest place. If you want to talk my email is PHamatogreen . I hope to hear from you soon.

Your brother,

Peter.

Once Pete finished the letter he found an envelop big enough so he could fit the copied documents and a photo of the two of them. When that was finished he pulled out his laptop and googled his twin brother. Pete just couldn't believe that he forgot about him, but at the same time it made sense. Even though he lived in a home with four other guys Pete always felt a piece was missing and this was that missing piece.

Pete checked the time on his watch and smiled. The post office was still open so he left the lair after he wrote the address and return address, his P.O. box that he rented for himself.

"Pete, where are you heading?" Leo asked from the dojo as Pete went to the lift.

"I have to mail something; I will be back in a little while. Do you need anything while I'm gone?" he asked.

"Nah, I'm good, just wondering where you were going." Leo said. Pete smiled and got in the lift. Once he was street level he didn't have far to go to the nearest post office. It was maybe a ten minute walk and it was about 4:30 in the afternoon on Friday.

The post office wasn't busy so Pete didn't have to wait long to buy a stamp and send his letter off to his brother in LA.

*LA- Palm Woods*

Logan was very excited. Lately they have been getting a lot of fan mail from their fans across the country. To be honest, he wasn't sure about this whole boy band thing in the beginning with his best friends. Now he, Kendall, James and Carlos were having a blast, causing all sorts of mischief and recording their music.

There was a knock on the door and it opened. Logan looked up from the couch. He was sitting inside today, just wanting to read while the others were out at the pool or at the park doing who knows what. Kelly Wainwright, Gustavo's assistant with an envelope.

"Hey Kelly, what's up?" Logan asked.

"This just came in the mail for you. Just wanted to bring it by." Kelly said handing it to him. Logan took it and noticed that it was from a guy in New York. It wasn't often that the guys got guy fan mail. However when Logan opened it he quickly learned that this wasn't fan mail. He pulled out the hand written letter, and if Logan didn't know any better he would have thought he had written it himself.

As he read the letter Kelly saw expression turn from curious to shocked in a matter of seconds. Logan dropped the letter and lunged for the envelope. He pulled out the copies of birth certificates, adoption record and a picture of him and his twin brother Peter. Kelly picked up the letter as Logan grabbed his phone to talk to his mother back in Minnesota.

Kelly scanned the letter in shock, she had no idea that Logan was adopted, and by the way Logan was acting he didn't know either. She was about to ask him when the door opened up and Logan turned to motion the guys, who just stepped into the apartment to be quiet.

"Mom, we need to talk."