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Changes and Chances - Ch. 2

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Keywords assigned male/male 114319, males 41619, tmnt 9398, romance 8253, family 6204, humor 5421, fluff 4743, raphael 4674, leonardo 4271, turtles 4166, donatello 3649, michelangelo 3025, leo 2884, turtlecest 2559, tcest 2311, raph 1869, mikey 1831, donnie 1423, teenagemutantninjaturtles 1227, don 798, tmnt2003 694, mike 615, action/adventure 97, donatello/leonardo 92, raphael/michelangelo 82, don/leo 44, raph/mike 2 suggested leotello115
Title: Changes and Chances
Pairings: Don/Leo, Raph/Mikey
Synopsis: (Post Turtles Forever). The boys find out that they’re not actually all related. Leo and Mikey are real brothers and so are Raph and Don, but what kind of implications will this mean for their makeshift family? Complications and chaos ensues.



Chapter 2 – Curiosity Kills the Turtle



Three Weeks Earlier…

Among the renovations of the recent lair and a mutual agreement with the Foot Clan, the four brothers found themselves rarely fighting crime for the past few months after the whole Turtle Prime fiasco. Karai decided to turn a new leaf and remake the Foot into an honorable ninja clan under all its supposed Japanese glory. She even offered them protection from the public and help patrol the city to keep the peace. The kunoichi may have aided them in saving the entire universe, but years of playing grudge matches with the ninja clan made it sound too good to be true.

Master Splinter had surprisingly vouched for the idea and sincerity Karai had shown, and so Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael and Michelangelo had no choice but to accept the future possibility of working with the Foot Clan, of all things. After Splinter and Karai shook on it, the family found itself less needed topside and had more time to themselves after each passing day.

And so, after defeating three different Shredders, going to the future and traveling through different dimensions and meeting alternate versions of himself and his brothers, the purple banded turtle finally, finally had the chance to kill his damned curiosity.

Because of this, Donatello was ecstatic. He didn’t trust Karai before and he never will, but on this day, one thing only mattered.

Sure, things have winded down a little but the world won’t be rid of villains anytime soon. They still have the Purple Dragons to consider, what with Hun turning into a turtle himself, but right now, nothing or no one could stop Donnie from feeling the usual greedy anticipation he’d get when he’s testing a new toy… or trying to discover something taboo. It was nothing dangerous and far from his more important projects, but this one thing was 19 years overdue.

He still remembered their Fearless Leader shaking his head in disapproval while the olive turtle held the glorious find. It was missing a few key parts and most of the little compartments were practically next to useless. This didn’t hinder the genius’ interest though, it bolstered his determination to fix the machine instead. Leo knew this and he could only dish out half-hearted threats before giving up and leaving his younger brother alone for the next three days.

“And here I thought we were doing so well, Don,” the blue banded turtle had sighed almost sadly when he made to leave his younger brother’s lab.

Donnie had raised a browridge at that and assumed a teasing tone, “You do know you can’t keep me in the dojo forever, Leo.”

Another dejected sigh. “I know… Well, it was fun while it lasted.”

“Oh, for goodness sake Leonardo, we’ll be back on routine before you know it,” Don huffed, mildly annoyed and rather much more amused.

“I’ll hold you to that, Donatello.”

His older brother was beaming after making sure their private practice sessions in the afternoons were still on. It started right after things in the lair settled down and the genius didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. Fixing things were quickly becoming monotonous and his experiments and projects were only adding to the strain of thinking too much. Apparently, the brain needed a breather once in a while, much to Donnie’s dismay.

So one day, his feet carried him to the dojo and there, he found a new outlet to focus on. Leo was so overjoyed that Don, of all turtles, would spend time doing Ninjutsu, he developed a daily regime for just the two of them. Actually, it was more like hanging out with Leo while they do katas and spar – which was quite enjoyable, but Fearless Leader Leonardo liked to make things sound professional. So even if Donatello wanted to, he couldn’t really quit training with the leaf green terrapin. He liked the results of their sessions, especially when he can use them against Raphael during their morning practice.

The completely stunned look on Raph’s face when the purple banded turtle easily flipped him over his head without breaking a sweat tickled the genius every time he thought about it. Plus, spending more time with his eldest brother didn’t hurt. Don knew Leo was getting lonely anyway.


Eventually, after the three day mark, the genius had managed to fix the DNA Fragment Analyzer and couldn’t wait to test it out. He just needed a few samples from his brothers and then it was good to g- oh, there was Leo, glaring at him by the doorway. Right on schedule.

“Hey.”

Leonardo’s steel grey eyes roamed Donnie’s face and the machine he had just fixed. After a beat, the katana wielder appraised him with something akin to relief.

“Hey, Don. Good to see you walking and talking for a change,” he quipped, finally extracting himself from Donatello’s door and approaching his brother’s workspace.

Donnie allowed himself a small chuckle and replied, “Don’t worry big bro, it’s finally done. I just need a small favor to ask and you can train me till we both knock ourselves out.”

“Sounds promising. What is it?”

The leader knew he shouldn’t have asked so quickly. Donnie’s favors tended to be… difficult. And he was right.

“I need you to trick Mikey into coming here and help me hold him down while I get a sample of his blood.”

I hate it when I’m right. Leo blinked once. Twice. “Okay… I’m going to put out a limb here and presume you want to stick needles on all of us.”

He knew his blue banded brother was queasy when it came to pointy things. Funny really, since his weapons were two overly sharp metal toothpicks of death. So he tried the next best thing when dealing with an uncooperative older brother…

Don looked at Leo with sad big brown eyes and a small little frown for additional effect, “It won’t take long, I promise. Just a little pinch, that’s it.”

When it came to puppy dog eyes, Mike was the master, but Donatello’s version was just too heartbreaking than stupidly cute. The leaf green terrapin knew when he was fighting a losing battle. Leo had to praise Donnie’s strategic use of this deadly weapon of his.

“Alright,” he conceded, “this better be good Donnie. I’ll have to get Raph too and you know he hates surprises.”

The olive green terrapin found a swivel chair and sat, kicking his legs a little like a happy kid on Christmas. He gave his older brother a thumbs up and grinned, “You’re the best, Leo!”

Fifteen minutes later, and Raphael and Michelangelo found themselves trapped inside the genius’ lab with Leonardo standing guard at the door’s entrance and Donatello grinning like the Cheshire cat. The only thought going through the bright banded brothers’ heads was, Don’s finally cracked and Leo’s helping him perform Frankenstein on us!

“Eep!” Mikey yelped and hid behind his red banded brother when the genius held out a sterile needle, the pointy end catching the light and flashing menacingly.

Raphael was looking spooked himself as Donnie proceeded to approach the agitated turtles. He growled low in his throat and tightly clenched his fists, knuckles turning white from morbid anticipation.

Don noticed the movement and faltered in his steps. He huffed, “Relax, guys. I’m not gonna do anything too painful. This is purely for scientific purposes,” he declared loudly then mumbled, “and a bit of personal curiosity but you’ll soon know why.”

Michelangelo peeked out from behind the dark green turtle’s shoulder and yelled, “Bro, that’s the problem! You’ll do anything for Science!”

“I’m not a mad scientist, Mikey,” the purple banded turtle pouted slightly at his little brother, feeling offended. Seriously? What did they think I was going to do? Invent home-made teenage mutant ninja turtle soup as cure for universal stupidity?

Raph scoffed not too discretely and shifted a bit in his guarded stance, “Could’ve fooled us, Doc. Besides, Fearless’ makin’ a pretty good impression of Igor the Ugly Assistant right over there,” he snarked and jabbed at Leo’s direction.

That earned a sharp glare from their eldest brother and before things became too out of hand, Donnie rushed to fix the situation. Gosh, the whole thing was a misunderstanding from the start. The genius cleared his throat to get his brothers’ attention and diffuse the building pressure from Leo and Raph.

“Okay, I’m sorry for making Leo drag you guys here but I promise, it’s not what you think,” the olive green terrapin began, gauging the expressions of his brothers. He let out a relieved breath when no one seemed to start panicking yet. He continued, “I should’ve explained this from the beginning, so, umm… it’s a fault on my part.”

Raphael finally relaxed his strained shoulders and nudged Mikey out of his shell, giving him the all-clear. The orange banded turtle bounced to sit nearby a metal table and snicker at Raph’s expense. The hothead ignored him.

“Ya got that right, Brainiac.”

“So Don, you never did tell me what you were working on,” Leo said, a thoughtful look on his face and looking quite content while patiently waiting on his side of the lab.

Grateful that at least somebody was kind enough to take an interest on his recent project, he wasn’t surprised that it’d be Leonardo once again. It was only Leo who would ask questions ever since he could remember. Not for the first time did he think that he was quite lucky to have the leaf green terrapin as a brother.

“I know I’ve had plenty of times taken blood from all of us over the years, but I haven’t really had the chance to analyze its entirety. I never had the reason to go above and beyond the properties of our mutated blood and frankly, I didn’t have the time to just sit back and study mutant turtle physiology for kicks.”

“Gee, Donnie. Way to convince your audience you don’t have a blood kink!” Mikey jibed, a hand unsuccessfully smothering his giggles.

Donatello rolled his eyes, exasperated. Just what he needed, Michelangelo latching on weird ideas to torment him and the rest of his brothers.

Raph took a swat at him and grunted, “Shut up, Mike!”

The sea green terrapin deftly dodged the strike and blew a loud raspberry right in front of the hothead’s face. Raphael was fuming. Leonardo only spared an amused eye at the pair and turned his attention on the genius.

“Like I said,” the purple banded turtle interjected loudly, “I don’t know much about our blood, except for hemoglobin and plasma counts. What I’ve wanted to explore for a long time is our DNA…” he paused, then added, “and maybe find out our real biological ages.”

Michelangelo and Raphael perked up at this. They shared a look then almost instantaneously exploded into questions.

“Dude! So you’ll know-“

“Wait, Ain’t this mean-“

“-if were actually blood brothers, or not?” Mike babbled out just as Raph was saying, “Leo might not actually be the eldest?”

Leonardo and the genius shared a look of their own and Donatello turned to them once again, “Yes and yes. I didn’t think this would be such a big deal to you guys.” Leo nodded his sentiments.

“Are you kidding me, Donnie? This is like, super, huge bro!”

“Hate as I admit it. I gotta agree with the knucklehead, here.”

Kind of relieved that his brothers were on board, Don had to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

“So before I can do the actual test on the DNA Fragment Analyzer, I need to draw blood from each of you. Just a tiny prick to fill a teeny vial and we’ll all be on our merry way.”

Silence, and then… “Okie dokie, me first!” Michelangelo jumped down from where he was perched and skipped to Don’s seat, holding his arm out in offering.

The olive green terrapin stared dumbly at his little brother for a moment before taking the offered appendage and briefly looked up at Mikey, “You’re really interested, aren’t you, Mike?”

“You have no idea,” he replied, a strange flicker of emotion in his eyes was the only other answer he got from the happy-go-lucky turtle.

He shrugged, then proceeded to look for a good vein to stick the needle in. The purple banded turtle fingered the syringe and warned Michelangelo that it was going to hurt, then expertly inserting the needle and drew blood. All the while, Mikey was whining about the ‘horrible, horrible’ pain but didn’t dare squirm while Donnie handled the syringe. The genius repeated the same with Raph and Leo, then finally taking a sample of his own, he took the small vials and worked the DNA Analyzer while his brothers waited for the results.

It was merely five minutes later that Don’s computer alerted him that the tests were in. He saved the data and printed a copy for his brothers to see. Regardless to say, the results were… fascinating.

Their orange banded brother spoke up first, excitement evident in his voice, “So? So? So? What does it say? C’mon Donnie! I gotta know right now! What does it say? Please, please, please, please-!”

Raph gave him a good thunk! on the head to shut him up. Mike hurtfully pouted at the red banded turtle but thankfully remained silent.

Don took a deep breath, then expelled it in a rush. “I’ve discovered from the tests that Leo is indeed the eldest-“

“Dammit!” Raphael cursed under his breath and glowered at the tiled floor beneath his feet like he was trying to burn a whole through the concrete.

Leonardo though, only smiled reassuringly and nodded at Donnie to go on.

“-I’m actually second eldest,” the genius winced as their hotheaded brother began to throw curses vehemently and tried to ignore it, “Raph’s next after me, and finally Mikey, making him the youngest.”

“Aww! And here I thought I could’ve been the eldest or something,” Mike proceeded to pout his way at the printed paper Donatello was holding, like that could change the results.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and flipped to the next page. Now this, this one was a doozy. “And, uh, about the DNA test… there’s a… certain complication. I don’t need to tell you that whatever the results are, we’re still us – still brothers, alright?”

Their leader made a small surprised noise and regarded his younger brother with curious grey eyes, “Of course, Don.”

The genius could even feel the anxiety and baited breath Raphael and Michelangelo were trying to hide, or maybe that was his nerves playing tricks on his mind. He shook his head to clear them of any negative thoughts. It’s now or never.

“It says here that Mikey and Leo are related while Raph and I are related,” he blurted out. He was sure the meaning of the sentence flew by his brothers’ heads. He couldn’t blame them, he butchered the big reveal with his clumsy explanation anyway.

“Uh, what?” Mike asked eloquently at the purple banded turtle. “Am I missing something here, or did you just say what I thought you said? We’re all related?”

There was a note of disappointment in the sea green terrapin’s words that made Donnie quickly defend his new discovery.

“Actually, no. What I meant to say, is that we came from two different clutches of eggs and only you and Leo are blood-related, while Raph and I are the same. Basically, the two of us do not share any kind of relations with the two of you. Makes sense?”

Donatello watched the dawning comprehension from his three brothers and tried to catalogue each one of them… Leonardo was staring off a bit in the distance but the genius could sense that his brother wouldn’t react too differently to the news. Raphael was normally conflicted, the emotions ranging on his face from confusion, to repeatedly glancing at Don and at Leo and Mikey, then begrudging acceptance.

Michelangelo though, had very interesting reactions. He looked giddy, almost ready to burst from his shell, if he could, and his face splitting ear to ear with a wide grin that honestly, looked to be quite painful. He could never piece together what his quirky brother was thinking but if this news was to the orange banded turtle’s favor, there was trouble ahead.

Observing inwardly, Donatello felt relieved for some reason and it’s not because he’s finally killed his curiosity on the matter. It was the kind of relief someone would feel after taking a long swim, then breaking the surface and inhaling oxygen. Like he’d never had the chance to breathe until now. It was a curious sensation – something he’d had to investigate for himself. In the meantime, his eyes had been glued to Leonardo’s form for a while now. Silently willing his older brother to meet his eyes and –

To do what, he didn’t know. It was another curious thing to find out.

Leonardo’s clipped tone shook them all from their musings, “I think that’s enough, guys. Pondering about this won’t change the results, and it definitely won’t change the facts that we’re still family. Right, Donnie?”

Donatello saw Raph and Mikey nod their heads vehemently and smiled at each other, albeit a bit awkwardly.

“R-right,” the olive green terrapin stuttered out. He kicked himself then added, almost as an afterthought, “So now that the test is done, you ready to get your ass kicked in the dojo?”

The blue banded turtle chuckled a throaty, melodious laugh that made Donnie’s heart flutter to a stop then quickly started hammering. Curiouser and curiouser.

“You’re on, little brother,” Leo’s eyes twinkled in mirth. He threw an arm around the purple banded turtle’s shoulder, steering him out of the lab and to the direction of the kitchen. Raphael and Michelangelo have already made their separate ways, one going up to his room while the other taking a seat in front of the television.

“But I think lunch should be first. Don’t think I didn’t notice you weren’t at breakfast this morning.”

Donatello only nodded his head mutely, 99.99% of his brain capacity entirely concentrated on the part of his shoulder where Leonardo’s arm was in contact. The three-fingered leaf green hand gently squeezing it never felt so warm on skin before. It felt searing hot and he briefly wondered if that was what a sunburn would feel like. He glanced at Leo’s smiling face. It was so bright in his eyes that he had to look away. It was turning too hot now.

Maybe this is what it feels like when you look directly at the sun…

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Changes and Chances - Ch. 3
Edit: This wonderful, wonderful coverart was made by[iconname]Sherenelle[/iconname] Thank you, dear! ♡

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