Summary: Michelangelo was taken by the Kraang when they were mutated, he was experiment on and had lived most of his life shelter and alone. He doesn't know what the word "Family," means, but when he meet those that look like him, he's about to learn what life is truly worth living for.

Disclaimed: let's face it, the chance of me owning TMNT is the same chance that I will win the lotter. It just, isn't, going to happen and wishing on a shooting star just won't help, but I do own this pancake. It's really tasty.

"Italics." / Thinking.

Yosh smiles to himself as he carried out for small baby turtles from the pet store he wasn't expecting himself to buy them. However he couldn't help and pass up the opportunity, he blinks stooping in his tracks a strange man had bumped into him.

"Sorry, sir," Yosh said, but the man didn't reply back and instead kept walking on.

The strange man was soon joined with a couple of his friends Yosh could sense something strange about then. Looking down in his hands where the four turtles were playing around, his eyes narrowed and deicide to follow them.

Following the men into an ally way, he had admit to himself that following seven strange men alone was not the smartest idea, he holds onto the tank in his hands tighter as they looked around at him. He frowns as they brought out there weapons the next thing Yosh knew they were shotting at him, dogging attacks, one, by one. Each off the strange men drops to the ground. Yosh didn't have time to notice that one of the men, had drop a container with a strange light green liquid, nor did he take notice that the men were really robots.

However he did see the liquid covering the ground his four baby turtles had started to grow not too tall, but the size of a small child. He himself started to form as he cried out in pain, his skin, and replace by fur and his fingernails replace by claws. He had changed, his eyes widen as a strange creature that looked like a pink brain attack his face.

The turtles try to fight the strange man that was taking one of them away, they watch there brother leave and cry out, but nobody could do anything. Yosh pulls the creature away from his face and sees one of the turtles taken away.

Knowing it wasn't safe for them to be on the surface he fed with the three remains into New York sewers. He had tried to find the fourth one that was taken away, but no such luck. As for the three turtles that were left he name then Leonardo, Raphael and Donatello if only the fourth one was still with them he would have name him Michelangelo.

15 years later

Splinter smiles as he eats his meal, watching his three sons, eat along with him, it had been 15 years since that day and even though Splinter could never have found his fourth son. It had only made him love his three sons just as more.

"Hmm, my son's, is something troubling you?"

The three exchanges glances before huddling into a group, backs turned to their father.

"You tell, them," Raph said.

"Me? Why do I have to do it?" Leo answers.

"Because you're the oldest," Donnie protests.

"Yeah, but it was Raph idea."

"So, I say you telling him and that's it, Leo," Leo's eyes narrowed.

"Wow, Raph, what a great arrangement."

"Shut up, Donnie."

"My sons?" Splinter said. The boys turned around to face him Leo clears his throat and walks towards his adopted father.

"Um, sensei we were wondering. Now that were old enough, could we go out onto the surface?" Splinter raise an eyebrow, he had, know, that his sons would soon one day asked, but as a parent he feared that worse.

"Yes … and no." he smile assume as his sons let out a frustrations groan.

"I hate it when he does that," Raph mutters.

"But sensei," Donnie adds. "We can't stay down here for ever, surly we have to go out onto the surface one day. Why can't that day be today?" Splinter frowned as Donnie used his puppy dog eyes soon his older brothers joined in as will.

"Very well, I knew that this day would, come. However I do have rules that you must follow, do I make myself clear?" His sons smiled back at him. "You are to hide in shadows and not to be seen by humans, you are only allowed to go when nightfall and be back before the sun set's. Is this clear?"

"Hai sensei."

"Very well," Splinter closed his eyes, but open one to see his sons jumping about with joy.

Night time had soon, came he watched the three leave the lair for the first time after standing there and staring he had soon walk off into the dojo. Splinter sat down in front of the tree and meditate, even though he could not have found the fourth one that was taken away from him, he had mange to contact him.

A fear full turtle sat inside a prison cell where the kraang had kept him for years, he had been beaten and experiment on. He felt his stomach growl; he hadn't eaten in such a long time the Kranng had made him wait for his food sometimes it would be weeks before he was given a proper meal. They would only give him small amounts not enough to keep his strength, but enough to keep him going.

He didn't know why he is still alive and didn't give up years ago.

"Do not give up my, son."

He sighs to himself; the voice was back, he voice often, came and echo kind thoughts into his mind.

"But I want to," he reply.

"I know my son, but you must stay strong I have hope a family will, come to find you."

"Family?"

This had brought the turtle attention the voice would often speak off a family, but he didn't know what a family was. He wasn't even sure if he had one, but the voice had mention he did, he had also gave him a name

"Yes my son, a family. Isn't that your dream?"

"I've always wanted a family."

The turtle hugs his legs into himself looking over towards the Kraang with a sad expression.

"Can I asked you my name again, if that isn't too much to asked?" the voice let out warm chuckled.

"Indeed my son, your name is Michelangelo."

"Michelangelo. Thank you it makes me feel as if I belong somewhere."

"You do my, son and we will find you."

"I try to tell them, you know the Kraang, but when I do they say I don't have a name and that my life isn't anything special."

Mikey could feel tears down his cheeks he didn't even think he had any left.

"Oh my son, do not think such a thing. When your family finds you, you will be welcomed with open arms."

"Can you please tell me about them, about my family?"

Michelangelo had loved the stories the voice would give him about his family. Even though he had never seen then before, he image them, Leonardo sounds like a caring soul, loyal to those close to him. Raphael seems tough and mysterious, but yet warm and loving, Donatello, he wasn't quite sure on Donatello even though he was sure he was just as loving as the other two.

The voice had told him that Donatello was the youngest, but Michelangelo himself was told he was the real youngest. He wonder if Donatello would open him with open arms, but the voice had mention that he had always wanted a little brother and that he should not have doubt himself. He had told the voice that he view the three as the leader, the warrior and the brains.

The voice had asked why, but Michelangelo had just said it was the personality the three was descried to have.

"Stay strong my, son."

"I will try Splinter."

"Very well, we will find you one day, but for now this is a goodbye."

"Please don't go."

However it was already too late the voice had left him along again, he wimp as strong hands lift him up, he didn't dare to look as he felt himself hit a cold floor.

Three brothers jumped from roof top to roof top, they had mange to get something that noun of them had tried. They were unsure of what the strange food was when Raphael had scared a human, but the turtles saw that others would eat it was will. Knowing it was eatable they had decide to try some, placing it onto the ground Donnie opens it up.

"Will who wants to try it?" Leo said. "And Raph don't say me, because I'm the oldest."

"I wasn't, I was going to say, because you're the leader."

"Donnie what do you think?" Donnie pokes his finger into a slice.

"I don't know guys, how do we not if it not poison." the three stood and stare at one another, before Leo carefully picks up slice.

"Will there's only one way to find, out." Leo takes a bit, his two little brothers watch him with caution.

"It's not that bad."

Slowly his brothers followed his lead and it wasn't long before the pizza was gone and only a box was left. The three of then sat down onto the roof top and watched the stares above.

"Do you think about him?" Donnie asked.

"Think about. Who?" Leo asked.

"Mikey?"

"You mean Michelangelo," Leo said.

"Yeah, but I call him Mikey for sort. Just how we call each other's by our nicknames."

"Donnie, how long have you been thinking about this?" Raph asked.

"Every time Master Splinter, tells us those stories."

At this his two older brothers turn their head and look, there sensei would often tell them about the fourth one, the lost one.

"Donnie you shouldn't worry about these things," Leo adds.

"I know, but I really wish we could meet him. I always wanted a little brother, someone to watch over, and someone to look out for. Just like how you two do the same for me."

The three leaned over and look down from the roof top, taking notice of the men in suits closing a van. They didn't move straight away, but it looked like they were talking to each other.

"Who are they?" Donnie asked.

"Don't know, but they look like they need a punch to the face."

"Raph, remember what sensei said. We don't attack unless were meant to," Leo said.

Just then a painful scream, came out of the vain and another man jumps outside and closers the door.

"Never mind, let's go."

When they got down there it wasn't long before they had knock the strange men down, Raph opens the van up, but what caught his eye was an unmoving body. The body wasn't human, but instead just like him and his brothers.

"He's not moving," Raph thought.

"What is Raph?" Leo asked.

"Guys, there waking up," Donnie yells, the brothers jump into the van and closing the door behind them.

"Um bro's this is a bad idea," Donnie said.

"We know, but look behind you," Leo adds.

Donnie turns around; he soon rushes over to the figure. He couldn't believe it, they had found someone just like them, questions soon started to flood his mind.

Who was he?

Was he the lost brother?

How did he get here?

The first thing Donnie does is search for the turtle pule, it was there, but weak. Leo and Raph stood behind Donnie as the two older brothers watch the door barely hanging on.

"Donnie!" Leo yells.

Donnie nods, he would have allowed Raph to carrier the turtle, but there was no need, the body was light to light. The door was destroyed, the turtles stood near the side allowing, causing the gun fire to shoot at nothing, before the men had notice. However it was too late, because the turtles had mange to escape.

They checked him before reaching the lair making sure there were, no tracker on him, there wasn't, but he didn't move.

Master Splinter had greater them, but Donnie rushed past him leaving his sensei with a question expressions. The old rat turns towards Leo his older son's, who stood there and glance at each other, before Leo was the one to move. Leo had told Master Splinter everything what they did, Splinter nods and the three walks into Donnie lab.

"Donatello, how is he?" Master Splinter asked.

"He seems to be okay. He's got a lot of old scars and some cuts, but they should heal in a couple of days. He also has a couple of buries, but the thing I'm more worried about is his weight. He's incredible underweight, which will be something we would have to keep an eye on," Splinter nods.

"My son's, may, I have a moment alone with this little one?"

The brothers all gave an uneasy glance to one another, before nodding and walking out of the room.

"My son, you are home."

Splinter softy places a hand on the turtle head, he smiles at the sound of a voice.

"Home."

I know I should be working on "Tomorrow Never Come," but I need a break before my energy drained working on one thing. So, what do you? Don't forget to leave a review, until next time just like always. See Ya!