TMNT: One Small Turtle

A/N: this is your only warning this fic is AU


"What would the Kraang want in a pet store?" Leo asked fighting off the last of the Kraang bots.

"Beats me," Raph said from the alleyway.

"Well it looks like they took the turtles..." Donnie said.

Leo and Donnie were inspecting the store. When they heard a yelp from Raph.

"Get it off me!" Raph shouted shaking his leg.

"Raph stop you will hurt it!" Donnie called bending down. He could see the a small creature clinging tightly to Raph’s leg. He could see a carapace and green skin, it was turtle. Donnie pried the small turtle off Raph’s leg.

"What is it?" Leo asked.

"It's a mutant turtle like us..." Donnie said cradling the small freckled faced, blue eyed turtle in his arms. The turtle was now sucking its thumb.

Leo walked over, "what's this on his leg?" He looked at the orange band around the turtle’s ankle.  He turned the band around, he could see some lettering, "M09292012 -- Male turtle," Leo read.

"He must be a Kraang experiment," Donnie said gently stroking the turtle’s head, "when they retreated they must have abandoned him. We have to take him with us, he will die if we leave him alone."

“Take him with us!?” Raph shouted causing the turtle to wake up and start crying, “he tried eating me!”

“He was just clinging to your leg,” Leo laughed as Donnie tried to sooth the crying turtle by bouncing him gently.
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“Sensei,” Leo called out when they returned home to the lair, “we were fighting the Kraang today. When they retreated we found him clinging to Raph’s leg.” Donnie stepped out from behind Leo and showed the now sleeping turtle in his arms. Splinter held his arms out so that he could take the new turtle in his arms.

“You found him? Were there others?” Splinter asked.

“They were loading cages into the a van, so there could have been. I think this one somehow got out. I don’t think they know he is missing,” Donnie said, “clearly he has been with them for sometime. He has an identification band on his ankle.”

Splinter looked down at the sleeping turtle, he was peacefully sucking on his thumb. The turtle was tiny and very skinny, his face was covered with freckles. “My sons I need you three to gather any extra blankets and pillows we have. We will need to build him a place to sleep until we can get a more suitable bed.

Splinter brought the turtle to the room they used for storing their few possessions. His three sons entered the room carrying some blankets and pillows. Splinter laid two on the pillows on the ground and covered them in a blanket. With another blanket and pillow he formed a sort of a nest. Slowly, Splinter laid the turtle into the makeshift bed and covered him with another blanket.

Splinter rose to his full height and turned to his sons, “we will need to clear this room of anything that could harm him. We will take the weapons to the dojo, and find places for the other items.”

“Hai, sensei,” Leo and Donnie responded, Raph remained silent.

“Raphael?” Splinter said, “there is something that troubles you more than a turtle that was clinging to your leg.”

Raph sighed, “What if he is a trap?”    

“A trap?” Splinter questioned.

“I don’t know. It just seems weird that just one of their experiments, the one that looks like us is left behind.” Raph said.

Splinter looked down at the sleeping turtle, “the identification band,” he whispered. Splinter walked over to the small turtle and gently took his leg in his paws. There was no easy way to remove the band. “Donatello,” Splinter called to his purple clad son, “can you find away to remove this band from his ankle?”

Donnie held the small ankle in his hand, “I will have to make something,” Donnie said, “The band is made by the Kraang so I may have some trouble.”

“Could the band hold a tracking device?” Splinter asked.

Donnie gulped and looked up at his father, he never thought about that! They could have lead the Kraang to their lair.

Splinter looked to his red banded son, “Raphael, there is no way of knowing, at this moment if this child is trap, until we know for sure I would like you to treat him with respect. I will need all of you to help care for him.” Raph nodded.

Leo came back into the room after clearing out the last of the few boxes. “Do you have a name for our new brother sensei?” Leo asked.

“Brother?” Splinter said smiling.

“Well what else would we call him?” Leo asked.

“I am glad to hear you say that Leonardo,” Splinter placed a paw on his eldest son’s shoulder.

“I-I have a name idea,” Donnie said blushing slightly, “you named us,” he motioned to Leonardo and then to Raphael, “after the great Renaissance arts, right?” the question was rhetorical, “well there is one that you have spoken highly of---”

“Michelangelo,” Splinter continued as he looked down at newest adopted son, “it is perfect name for name for him.” Splinter smiled, then he turned to the three eldest sons, “we will need some supplies for him. I do not have any bottles from when you three were younger we will need one for him. Also we will need to prepare some algae and worms for him to eat. We will also need some toys to keep him occupied.”

“I will go look for somethings for him,” Leo declared.

“I-I will help,” Raph said, looking to his father.

“Very well, be safe, my sons,” Splinter said as his sons turned to leave the lair.

“I want to see if I can remove the band from his ankle,” Donnie said.
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The next morning came earlier than they expected. Their newest brother woke up crying. It was something none of the three brothers were used to. Donnie was the first one to enter the room, because his room was next door. He picked Michelangelo up and gently bounced him up and down. Donnie looked down and his brother’s big blue eyes looked back him. His small hands reached up and grasped onto the tails of his mask, he pulled them and placed on in his mouth and began to suck on them.

“Oh no, no. You don’t want to eat that,” Donnie laughed pulling the tails of his mask from his brother’s mouth. Once the mask’s tails was out of his brother’s mouth the small turtle began to cry again. “Oh no-no-no-no don’t cry uh….” Donnie began to panic, but suddenly the crying stopped when he noticed his toes. Slowly he reached out and pulled his foot closer and placed it in his mouth.

Donnie carried Michelangelo to the kitchen where he met Leo. “I think he needs something, to--well, uh, chew on, beside my mask, and his limbs. Even though he seems to enjoy his toes. . .”

“How about this?” Leo said pulling out a pacifier. Leo walked over to his brother to give him the pacifier. Within seconds Michelangelo threw the pacifier at Leo and began to suck on his thumb.

“Try this my sons,” Splinter said placing a bottle in Michelangelo’s hands, “your new brother is hungry.” Happily the smallest turtle brought the bottle to his mouth and began to drink from the bottle.

Raph walked into the kitchen rubbing his eyes. “Will this happen everyday?” he asked.

“It could, he is an infant.” Splinter said.
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Donnie was in his lab. Mikey was sitting on the floor playing with some blocks. Donnie was looking at the band around his ankle. Donnie brought some tools over to try and get the band off, but when nothing worked he realized he would have to cut it off. Mikey was now sitting in his lap. “You sleepy Mikey?” he asked as his brother yawned, “you are a little cold too, guess your body is not used to the climate of the sewers like ours.” Mikey just yawned again. Donnie carried  his younger brother to his room. When he tried to place Mikey in his little nest of bed he began to cry. Donnie sighed and picked him up, he stopped crying. Donnie bent down and picked up a blanket and wrapped his brother in and walked to the living room. Donnie laid down on the couch and laid Mikey on his plastron.

Splinter walked into the living to on his way to see if Donatello had gotten anywhere with the band, when he saw his two youngest sons sleeping plastron to plastron. The blanket that was on infant turtle had slipped off. Splinter brought over a blanket to cover both his sons.