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frogandbird · 7 months ago

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Strawberry Skys - Chapter Twenty One -

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El sat on the couch, humming over the faint sound of the tv. She held an embroidery hoop, slowly and methodically filling the fabric with careful stitches as the house slowly quieted around her.

Chompy barking and Raphs yelling made El chuff, keeping her hands steady as the two barreled past. Shrill trills coming from Mikey barrably made El look up, the turtle chasing after Raph.

A loud crash coming from the lab came just a few moments later, followed by a loud ‘CASEY!’ presumably from Donnie. Footsteps sounded, the duo running past, Casey laughing and Donnie red-faced as they ran after Casey.

El continued to hum as the tv switched episodes, playing a new cartoon. The couch indented a little, the only other member of the family sitting next to her.

She continued her stitching, shifting her feet so Mona had more space. Mona's tail rested atop her feet, the salamander sitting near her.

“What did Raph do?” El spoke quietly, keeping her eyes on the blue fabric in hand.

“Pull a’ prank on’ Mikey.” El felt Moan stretch out, the couch cushions shifting under ze weight.

El snorted, finally putting her embroidery down and looking up at Mona.

“Please tell me it was water balloons.”

“Of course it was.” Mona huffed, rolling ze eyes.

“And Casey and Don?”

Mona just groaned, putting her head in zer hands.

El cocked an eyebrow, but left it. She glanced at the TV, the show that had started earlier just finishing its intro sequence. A human in a blue showy-suit was holding up a bowl of something. soup maybe?

A shout rang out into the layer. ”GOING TOPSIDE’.”

Barks and shrill squeals came from Mieky and chompy, both presumably running to follow Raph as he ran from the two turtles.

El chuckled as Mona sighed. The tv began to shout as the show played, lowing in volume when Mona found the remote.

El picked her embroidery back up as a set of footsteps walked past. Mona snickered, giving her a clear sign of what had happened. Donnies growl confirmed it.

She finally glanced up long enough to see Casey trapped under Donnies arm, the lanky humans legs trailing on the ground as the lab door opened and closed.

El looked at Mona, who was giving the Tv a steady glare. El hummed, getting the salamander's attention.

“You want to do something?”

Mona tilted her head. “What is there to do?”

El continued to hum. “Could go explore the city a bit more, go see the hidden city, could make something.”

“You are already making something.” Mona pointed out.

El paused mid stitch. “yeah,” She looked up. “But we could do something together, have ‘a girls night.”

Mona's tail curled and uncurled. Ze grinned. “Wanna take the bikes and go through the city?”

El blinked. She hadn’t been expecting that. She stood, stretching her arms over her head. “You're driving.”

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Mona was leaning on the bigger bike by the time El got to the garage.

It was bigger than Raphs bike, made so that two could ride on it comfortably. Most commonly it saw Raph and Casey using it to tarioze local gangs as they picked up pizza.

The bike was one that Donnie had made, but had let Raph and Mikey paint. Its body was a mix of red and black, with the bright accents on oranges and spider lilies racing down the sides.

El sighed in relief as she trotted up to the salamander. Said salamander had on zes dark pink-black leather riding jacket, pink gloves and black pants. Her tail had dark ribbons tied to it, black and red to match the bike. She also held a dark pink helmet.

El fidgeted with her own disguise, not used to how the heavy fabric draped over her frame. She had on her own pair of dark ants, paint stained as she had ‘barrowed’ them from Rpah. She had on a blue purple hoodie and a black vest.

Mona circled her for a second, pulling the vest farther down her shell with a light tug before grabbing Els' helmet off the bike and handing it to her. EL took the blue metal and put it on.

Mona got onto the bike, putting xes own helmet on and patting the back seat for El to get onto. She did so quickly, flipping the dark glass of her mask down as she went.

They sat there for a moment as Mona shifted, zes tail curling around El as to not stream behind them and get them cought. El held onto Moans waist, the engine of the bike springing into life.

With a roar they took off, the tunnels blurring past them. the gray of the stone and concrete blurring with color as they passed graffiti and long abandoned subway cars.

They slowed as they reached a garage door, one that was opening for them already.

The alleyway they came into was quiet and dark, the trash bins haven’t been moved aside in years. The lights from the apartments above them were dim, or off entirely.

This continued for the first few streets, a calm silence with the only light being form street lamps and the acconal stop lights. They passed few humans, most sleeping out in the relative warmth of the spring.

Few cars passed them, never stopping or slowing to look at the strange pair.

El still shifted with small spikes of anxiety every time the bigger vehicles would pass, no matter how fast or slow they drove.

The city began to show signs of life after a few miles, night clubs and late night corner stores pushing their lights into the street. They drove past groups of humans, all dressed up and laughing.

They slowed down as they entered a city center, shops and businesses open late into the night as people milled about and drank. More cars and other bikes joined them on the rode, stopping and starting at the same lights.

El shifted uncomfortably, looking around at the neon world they where entering through the darkened vision of her helmet. The com in her helmet buzzed to life as Mona spoke, startling her.

“You ok’ back there’?” Monas accent was made permanent by the com, the sound of xes voice quiet in Els ear.

The bike moved forward as the light changed.

El shifted back to her original spot. “‘m’ok, never been on the streets like this.”

“Never been on th’ back of a bike?” Mona questioned.

“Never been on the bikes around humans.” El gave an only slightly nervous laugh, clinging a bit closer to the salamander in front of her.

Mona made an ‘ah’ sound, the few of her scales visible shimmering in the bright lights.

they rode for a few more blocks before Mona spoke again, rising zes voice around the hubbub of the streets.

“Want to’ so get ‘a drink somewher’ quiet?”

“Girl, last time I drank alcohol I was as jittery as Mikey.” El snorted at the memory. She had beaten Mikey at ‘Just Dance’ for the first, and only, time in her entire life.

“‘e’ll get you a soda then.” Mona also laughed, presumably reliving the same memory from her own point of view.

El rolled her eyes, but made no move to deny the offer of a soda.

They continued down the bright street, going deeper and deeper into the city, neon lights washing over them.

The number of cars grew, the silvers and blacks and whites passing near the pair. Mona wove through them, only stopping for the red lights that seemed weak and muted in the new lights of the city.

Mona finally pulled off to the side, pulling into an alley next to a quiet gas station and its store. El blinked back to reality, looking at the dark space around them.

She swung one lag over the bike, still sitting in the seat as she watched Mona fully disembark.

Mona removed her helmet, placing it under one arm. “Want to come in’ with me?”

El shifted, pulling at the hems of her hoodie. “I can.”

Mona glanced at her fidgeting hands. “It’s’ near 3am, no ones’ gonna glance at your hands.”

El thought about it for a few more moments, not fully regretting Mona putting her helmet back on.

She gave in with a sigh. “Fine, just quickly,” then in almost a whisper, “Please.”

Mona nodded, offering a gloved hand. El took it reluctantly, letting the salamander pull her slightly.

The overhead lights from the pumps made El shift closer to her sister, glancing around at the empty sea of asphalt, gray and cracked with use.

The automatic doors opened without a sound, letting the two into the small store.

El looked around, pausing as Mona continued into the bright store.

It looked plain, but crowded. Racks were filled with junk food and cheap items. Colorful bags of chips hung off the edges of the racks. Bright wrapped candies and small boxes filled with clear wrapped baked goods filled the isles.

Mona was making zes way to the back where clear containers were filled with drinks. The floor was a simple tyle, cold on her feet. The store hummed with electricity, high pitch sound fighting the plating music and ads.

El shook herself out and darted to be next to Mona again, wrapping her arm around the other's in order to stay close. Mona gave her a light huff as ze contued walking.

They stopped at the clear cases that were filled with drinks. El watched Mona look at all the cases before reaching for the clear door and opening it with a tug. Ze then reached in, stopping the door with her hip, and pulled out a can.

Mona led them a few feet to the side, pointing at hte clear cases. “Sodas are over there.”

El hummed a “Thanks.” As she moved to the clear cases.

An army of color and different brands fought for her attention. She stoo looking at the different brands of sodas in cans and jars and bottles. Cans with oranges and in green above, brown bottles and clear bottles filled with colorful liquid next. The bottom most row held samller bottles with colorful fruits and fancy english writing on them.

She grabbed the only one she reconciled and ran to join Mona.

Mona clicked at her, letting El take hostage of zes arm again.

“Get what you’ want?” Mona questioned, her voice quiet.

“Mhm.” El nodded, handing the bottle of orange soda to her.

Mona took it, leading them to the counter where a human stood.

The human looked up long enough to put their phone down, their multi-colored hair covering their eyes. They scanned the drinks quickly, tapping into the machine next to them. Then, in an almost bord voice,

“$5.46”

Mona nodded, pulling out some cash form a pocket on her jacket.

Ze handed the money to the human who took it and tapped the mechanism again. a drow popped out and the human put the money in it before taking a few coins out.

The coins were handed to Mona with an accompanying “Nice costumes.”

rMona took the coins that were handed to xim and took the drink in her other hand. Zi passed the drinks to El who took them as Mona sorted the coins in her pocket.

“Thanks.”

With that, Mona led them out of the store and back to the bike.

“So.” Mona popped her helmet off, setting it on the bike. “How did you like your first trip into a’ gas station store?”

El was more careful about taking off her helmet, setting the drinks down onto the seat before putting her helemt next to them.

“it was..” She trailed off. It had been nice to learn that humans didn't care as much as she had thought, but the entire store was filled with light and far too colorful things. “Tariffing.”

Mona laughed. “It was for Raph. ‘M not surprised it was for you’ too.”

El blinked. Then snorted. “He cling to you th’ same way I did?”

Mona used one clawed finger to pop the tab off zes can. “Nah, he was the one with the money and I couldn’t read english.” Zi paused, “Nor understand your’ form of money.”

El let herself laugh thinking of her brother bluffing his way through the too-bright and too-loud store. He had a better grasp on things then she thought.

She took the cap of her bottle, taking a few sips as Mona chugged half her drink.

She laughed when Mona let out a loud burp, practically unhinging zes jaws in order to get the loudest sound possible.

El took a big swig of her own soda, giving the slamander an orange candy flavored burb in return.

Mama gave El a wild grin, liffting her drink to take a sip.

El had to put her soda on the bike next to her helmet in order to not spill it, dabbling over laughing as Mana made it xes mission to make every sound emangble.

They stood in the alley for a good long time afterwards, both laughing as El took a turn making stranger and stranger sounds with her drink.

Finally they calmed down and put their helmets back on and got on the bike, heading out for the streets once again.

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It was El who heard the shout first.

They were driving through a quieter neighborhood, one still full of people and movement, but it almost seemed lazy compared to other parts of the city.

El hummed into her com, looking around the streets. “Heard a shout.”

Mona slowed, pulling into an empty street. “Wanna’ check it out?”

El nodded. “yes.” Then quickly; “might be nothing.”

Mona made a scoffing sound. “Ain’t’ gonna’ leave someone to get hurt in these streets’.”

El hummed, too focused on trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

It came again, the sound far, far too close to April's voice for El to even think about not turning around.

The bike revved, spinning wide and booking it back the way htey had come, slowing once they reached the street El had heard the shouts.

The hum of blue energy crackled at her fingertips, small blades of metal beginning to form in her hands.

A pained sound made El pull on Mona's vest, directing the salamander to a dark alleyway. why did everything happen in an alley.

She was moving before the bike had stopped, the small blades in her hands flying at the dark metal humanoids before she could fully process what she was seeing.

The alley was dark, a few lights from apartments not enough for human eyes to pick up on the smaller details.

Seven Footbots were in the alley, a human cornered between them. A few were walking to the human, the others already having weapons active.

Three Foot bots fell, electric blue and white sparks falling from their heads.

Four more spun to face the two new additions, a dark skinned human with red glasses and a green cropped hoodie in the middle of the attacking group.

The human held a baseball bat with both hands, their posture falling as El growled at the new group.

The remaining Foot bots paused, two falling suddenly with a pair of loud bangs. Sparks flew from their heads as they lay collapsed on the ground.

The smell of gunpowder hit Els nose. She hissed at the remaning Foot bots.

the human took this chance to swing their bat into one of the bots, flinging it into the wall with surprising strength.

El could feel the crackling energy calling for her to use, but she ignored it in favor of lunging forward.

She brought her knee into the metal abomination before her first brought its head to meet the ground.

It folded like paper, the groan of metal hissing and protesting as the false brain tried to move its broken body.

El finally spun to face Mona, who was checking something on a small gun she held.

El turned to her, giving the other an unimpressed look that xe probably couldn’t see.

Mona shrugged, getting off the bike in one smooth moment. Ze stocked past El, stopping as ze reached one of the bots.

She gave it a swift kick as El watched, crouching down. El rolled her eyes and turned to the human, who had swiftly beaten the metal foot soldier to a hunk of silver and black.

El took a few steps forward, flipping the speaker in her helmet to face out so she could talk to the human.

“You ok?”

The human yelped and spun to face her, bat up.

El held her hands up in a surrender motion, careful to not scare them more.

She repeated herself, with a bit more this time. “Sorry to startle you, you ok?” She paused as a thought came to her. “What did you even do to get there attention?”

The human lowered their bat, still giving El a glare. “‘M fine.”

El hummed, glancing over at Mona, who was trying to take something from the bots back.

The human spoke, getting Els's attention. “Who even are you, and why do you care.”

El turned just in time for a bat to be swung up at her, stopping just below her helmet.

El clicked. The human was impressive to swing a bat at her, she would give them that.

“Just someone who’s had the Foots attention for a while now. Don't get caught up in this.” El spun, walking back to the bike.

She saw Mona stand out of the corner of her eye, joining her a few seconds later at the bike.

She let Mona get on first, taking the small box ze had ripped out of the foot bot.

El let Mona take them back to their home, thoughts too focused on the strange human that seemed to be a funny little version of April.

Shit.

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raphmybeloved · 2 years ago

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Listen people who say Raph’s dnd class would be fighter or barbarian are wrong. I get where you’re coming from but that boy is a paladin through and through

#rottmnt #an oath??? devotion to a cause aka keeping others safe #HE UNLOCKED HIS NIMPO TO SAVE LEO SO PALADIN CODED

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fairymagicheart1 · 2 years ago

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(It’s been so long since I’ve been drawing and a hectic holiday but here’s something I’ve been working on, more about expressions and posing so here’s a considered action pose under the cut. ❤️😊

A sort of how I continually see her future, her wings changes and grows as her powers does.)

((PS: Background does not belong to me! Credit goes to the artists of Rise! ❤️))

#rise fanart #ooc post #just for fairy fun #rottmnt oc #rottmnt fanart #tmnt oc #my fairy will always continue to grow #this is how I see her Hamato Nimpo in her growth

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luxtoony · 2 years ago

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Bigger brother instincts

I think this could be taking place a few years after the movie, giving Donnie the chance to learn more about nimpo and mystic powers...

And play with it 🙂

Also don't ask me what happened to Mikey guys, this is open to interpretation. I ain't gonna hurt my skittle boy on screen (this time lmao)😇

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt art #fanart #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanart #donatello hamato #donnie rottmnt #rise donnie #rise season 3 #luxtoony #my art #HEY IF YOU HAVE THEORIES OR IDEAS FOR WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED #plz share

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mmturtle01 · 2 years ago

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"In the end he says nothing... Because it's not the end for him".

AS I CRY AT THIS PART, PLEASE, STOP, I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY... Lie, keep doing it, I really love with all my heart this, I can't stop thinking about this serie, simple entity is beautiful. Those "little things" are marking my heart in a beautiful way, I LITERALLY CRIED, IT'S NO JOKE, I CRIED, thanks for making this wonderful story!✨ @somerandomdudelmao

And hoping for that last comment saying "Because it's not the end for him" I made another version where he smiled 🤠👍

And whit Hamato Nimpo 🤠👍

#rottmnt #drawing #fanart #tmnt fandom #rise of the tmnt #rise of the turtles #cass apocalyptic series

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somerandomdudelmao · 1 year ago

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... how many times has Mikey's nimpo gone against him like that after Donnie and Raph are gone? Was he just extremely careful after that or...?

#sorry #no spoilers:l #but you’ll see

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mightyanxiety · 1 year ago

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Okay but seriously, considering Donnie's nimpo, cowboy him would clearly carry around many guns

No? Clearly not an excuse for me to draw guns...

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt fanart #riseofthetmnt #tmnt 2018 #save rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rise donnie #rise donnatello #cowboy donnie #my art

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biographydivider · 2 years ago

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Urgent Brother Business

A little gift for @somerandomdudelmao in return for their delightful Future AU, and for blessing us with Tiny Tello. I couldn’t get the image of him bossing gigantic, adult Leo around out of my head!

“So the Krang dogs were last spotted here,” April was saying, tapping at a map she’d laid out across the War Room table. “If we come around the perimeter this way, we should be able to use these ruins as cover to...”

She looked up from the carefully plotted attack plans at the ten recruits she’d assembled to go over strategy; none of which were even looking at the map. “Seriously, guys?” April huffed. “I don’t even have to turn around to see what y’all are gawking at...”

Behind her in the hallway, the Leader of the Resistance, The Greatest Ninja of All Time and the turtle who was meant to be leading this damn meeting was crawling across the floor, barely holding in a laugh as a tiny, furious green pancake led him about by the tails of his mask.

“Well,” April deadpanned, arms folded, “I’ve turned around, and I see. Master Leonardo, you wanna get involved, here?”

“Can’t, April,” Leo said, pointing down at the turtle tot, who was scowling through his custom, handmade glasses at the world around him. “I’m double-booked. Take it up with Donnie.”

Donnie - the recent victim of a severe bout of anti-aging that seemed to be going around the base of late - growled reedily and tugged on Leo’s mask tails.

“Oop, we’re off again. See you next time, Commander. Recruits.”

“The sooner Mikey works out how to change him back,” April sighed, turning back to her map, “the better. Okay, can we at least try to focus, please?”

Leo had been basically useless to the resistance since Donnie got babified; following him around and basically doing whatever his little brother (emphasis on little) wanted him to do. That or picking Donnie up and gently squeezing him around the middle, just to hear him squeak. It was so darn cute!

“Where are we going, bud?” Leo asked, as Donnie led him through the base, his face a mask of adorable determination. “You wanna go bath? S’at it? You wanna swim? Oh, we’re going to the kitchen? I can getcha a cookie, just don’t tell Raph...oh.”

They’d stopped just in front of the counter that held the battered, dinged but somehow miraculously still functional coffee machine. It was Donnie’s pride and joy - he’d rescued it from a decimated Starbucks a month or two back, painted a Genius Brand logo on it and had made it work on salvaged coffee beans, evaporated milk and a dream.

Tiny Donnie looked up at it expectantly.

“Uh, bud?” Leo said, getting to his feet and rubbing the back of his neck guiltily. “I don’t think I can get you a coffee right now. You’re just a little guy, and I don’t know what all that caffeine will do to your sensitive lil’ tum-tum.”

Donnie looked from the machine to Leo and, assuming he simply hadn’t made himself understood, jabbed a tiny finger in the direction of the machine.

“D. Coffee’s not a good idea right now.”

Donnie grumbled and pointed all the harder.

“Nuh-uh. No way.”

The turtle tot’s eyes widened in scandalised betrayal - then narrowed as he hissed out something that was obviously a very bad word in Baby-ese.

“Woah, woah, you watch your mouth, mister.” Leo bent down to scoop up his brother. “You need a time out, buddy. Away from all this --”

An entire arsenal of purple nimpo weaponry materialised around Donnie.

“...temptation,” Leo finished weakly. “Eeuough boy.”

“Okay,” April was saying back in the War Room, having finally - finally! - wrangled back the recruits’ attention. “So this next part’s important. Escape plan; this back alley is vital, everyone memorise the co-ordinates --”

BOOM BOOM BANG POW SCREECH POP BOOM BANG BANG BANG BANG

As one, the recruits snapped their attention to the doorway, just as Leo sprinted past, shrieking in terrified laughter as Donnie - somewhere in the haze of purple light and firepower that surrounded him - followed in hot pursuit.

“Donnie no, Donnie stop it I’m sorry, Donatello stand down I’m still your commanding officer--AAAAAGH!!!”

A soft, resonant boom, followed by a cloud of purple smoke. April deflated, finally admitting defeat and rolling up her map.

“Doesn’t matter. Just...don’t worry about it, guys.”

#cass apocalyptic series #rottmnt #rise leo #rise april #rise donnie #tiny tello

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tinytinyturttlesoup · 9 months ago

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TW: depiction of a panic attack

I’m not competing in the competition however it dose look like fun the throw ones Au children in there, so here was my take on it. My future Mikey from Two Nardos would probably just chill out the whole time. But all of the Ralph’s would definitely get to him after while.

But anyway here is Some Raph appreciation these people have some great Au Raph’s. In order of where they appear from left to right Void Brothers AU @noval1t

Fracture AU @thegunnsara

Nimpo Dragons AU @hitwiththetmnt

Teenage Turtle ninja mutants AU @idiot-mushroom

Happily ever after AU @phykoha

Snapper Lou AU @kittynomore

@tmntaucompetition

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #Comic #tmnt au propaganda #rottmnt fanart #rise mikey

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sketchiefoxie · 28 days ago

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In a Jam

Had a surprisingly traumatic dream where Jam (Purple Leo) from @intotheelliwoods 2AL Au died, and I cried about it. Now I'm feeling inspired, so buckle up!!

Story based off of this post by @intotheelliwoods

Also, song I listened to while writing this :)

(Here's the Ao3 version)

TW: Blood, some slight gore, Character Death

Jam's shoulder slammed up against the wall, breath catching in his throat, body wracked with painful shivers. He needed to keep going. He needed to find Mikey. He couldn't stop now!!

Despite all of Eon's efforts to keep this timeline safe, they just didn't have enough time. Everything was falling apart, and Eon...

Jam choked on a sob, feeling as it tore at his throat. Eon... His older self, was gone. He was gone now, he was gone! He could still hear his desperate scream.

"JAM!!! Jam, whatever you do, don't let them take you!! Don't let them get you!! Jam, go find Mikey!!" There had been a pause, and Eon had attempted to call out, voice wavering "Jam, I lo--" Then a sickening crunch.

Jam kept running, feet sliding this way and that on the ground, slick from the blood of all the bodies. "M-Mi-Mikeyyyyy!!" He choked out, practically wailing his name. He had no clue if he was even alive anymore.

Jam whined as his knees suddenly decided they had enough, and he collapsed, body crumpling to the hard floor of the base, prosthetic arm clattering beside him, broken into pieces hanging only together by the many wires within. He coughed weakly, feeling when a clot of something dislodged itself from the back of his throat. Without a doubt, he knew it was blood.

His whole body ached. He knew he was hurt, but it was starting to sink in how badly he was hurt. He felt so hot that his body told him it was cold. Like having chills during the flu.

"L...Lee...."

Jam's eyes snapped open, and he gasped, immediately regretting it as his lungs reminded him that technically, one of them was punctured.

Jam coughed, loud and painful, hacking as blood attempted to choke him, his body turning against him traitorously.

He felt a gentle touch upon his face, and he jerked, eyes flying open again, blurry from the tears streaming down his face, accumulated through the act of violently coughing and the grief breaking his heart.

"M-Mike..." He choked out, a small whine escaping his throat. "M-Mikey, th-they got him."

Mikey was on the ground just like him, having dragged himself closer by the chain of his nunchaku wrapped around a pile of rubble. "I-I know..." He whispered; voice broken by pain. "I know..."

Jam looked his brother up and down, taking in his matted grey hair, sticky from sweat and blood. The way he lay painfully upon the ground, lower half contorted. It looked like both his legs had been broken.

Anything Jam were to say, got stuck in his throat, clogged up tightly. Mikey was dying, wasn't he? The golden cracks illuminating his body said as much. In fact, most likely the only reason for Mikey still being alive, was his nimpo. It was keeping him alive, while slowly killing him.

A blessing and a curse.

"D-Don't worry." Mikey hummed, voice crackling, and Jam recognized that tone. "N-No..." He whispered, eyes welling with tears as Mikey confessed. "It doesn't even hurt that much. I-I think I'm in shock though..."

Jam choked out, blood accidentally splattering against Mikey's cheek and shoulder. "W-We lost. We lost, Mikey!! W-we lost... We lost... E-Eon's gone... He's gone... We didn't have enough time, he's gone..."

They sat in almost silence, the sounds of the outside battle raging loudly. Violent sounds of death, and fear. They knew how to kill the entity; they just didn't have enough time to do it.

Mikey breathed out, slow and labored as he began. "W-We're closer in this timeline th-than during E-Eon's right? He never got th-this far, before h-he came here."

Jam paused and nodded slowly before Eon's final words clicked in his head. "Send me back." he demanded, a sudden surge of hope coursing through his chest. "I-I might still have a chance to fix this."

Mikey stared at him, with what should have been an expression of shock, but was mostly just blank sadness and pain, and he nodded slowly. He pushed himself up onto his forearms, whimpering as pain evidently wracked through his form. "E-Eon said I might have to--"

Mikey wasn't even able to finish his sentence before a rumbling began. With a sharp inhale, Jam glanced up. That was all the warning they got before the building began to collapse.

Mikey's entire body blazed brightly like a fire, and he screamed, mystic energy flaring to life as the building came down upon them.

The last things Jam could remember happening was immeasurable pain as something huge fell upon his shell, cracking it open, and a brilliant golden light.

Then he was falling, falling, falling down.

The gold surrounding him began to flicker, and its energy waned. Mikey... Jam reached out with his own nimpo, desperate to help in any sort of way, support Mikey the best he could. His nimpo connected briefly, grazing against the beautiful, brilliant energy of his baby brother... Then it fizzled out.

Jam almost lost control of the portal at that, heart breaking as blue overcame gold. The end of the portal was near, giving Jam virtually no time to process this new feeling of grief.

He was dumped out of his portal, most ungraciously, his body hitting the floor with a almost wet thump. That didn't sound good.

Jam moaned, pained by both his physical wounds and the emotional wounds on his heart. Everything was blurry, so he wasn't really sure where he was at.

With a hiss, he rolled onto his side to check the damage to his body. He hadn't really gotten a good look at what had happened, but he had a feeling that he had multiple broken ribs, which might be stabbing into one of his lungs. He knew that his shell was cracked open just from how when he moved, he felt the horrible sensation of his shell grating upon itself. Like two stones rubbing together.

He felt hands upon his good arm, and a voice filled with extreme worry. He knew that voice, didn't he? Jam groaned as he was carefully rolled onto the ground, and his eyes began to focus.

In front of him was a young turtle. Himself. He looked to be either in his late teens, or early twenties. His skin was a slightly lighter shade of green than Jam's own, and instead of purple face crescents, his were a deep maroon red. A very rich color.

Jam paused, eyes flickering back and forth as he took in the features of his younger self. He was so young, and precious... He looked about old enough to be in the Krang apocalypse.

The younger Leo was stammering, and frantically trying to staunch the bleeding all while grabbing at his communicator to presumably call for help.

"H-Hey..." Jam croaked out, wincing in pain, but managing a crooked smile.

The Leo shushed him, quivering with adrenaline and fear. "Shhh-shh. D-Don't speak, we'll get you all fixed up, ok?"

Jam smiled up at him, fondness for the young Leo drowning out the pain. Or maybe that was his body beginning to lose feeling. "Aw, d-don't worry about me." He managed to say without choking on his own words. "Seriously, it's gonna be fine."

With a short burst of adrenaline, Jam remembered what he was supposed to be doing, and he struggled to sit up, if not slightly to speak easier. The younger Leo quickly scooted forwards, helping Jam lay upon his lap. "Wait, wait, what's going on, why are you here, how--" The young Leo began, and Jam cut him off. "No time for th-that. I-I need to warn you about something, I-I-- O-oh gosh, I-I'm sorry-- Its a-amazing that I-I made it here at all--It really looks like I-I showed up t-to late, and..."

Tears welled in his eyes, and he found it impossible to continue. He had failed, hadn't he. He didn't know how to beat the entity; he hadn't made it here in time. He didn't have anything to say, he didn't--

Jam glanced back up at the fearful, tearful expression of the younger Leo. He was just so small. Jam remembered being that small... This little Leo reminded him of the story of the little teacup whale.

So small, so precious that it lived in a teacup, till one day, it grew out of it and became a grand beauty that the people all adored.

This little teacup whale of a Leo.

Before he could stop himself, he let out a small smile, and a little chuckle. "Hey..." he began, voice slurring in an effort to be heard. "Teacup... its... it’s good to see you..."

'Wh-What?" The younger Leo, Teacup choked out, voice high-pitched with emotion. "Wait, no no no no no, wait, you can't do this to me, WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!"

Jam felt as he was pulled into a tight embrace, and he felt the full body rocking sobs of the younger Leo, as he cried into his shoulder.

Jam closed his eyes, and softly hummed 'You are my sunshine' to Teacup, hoping to ease his pain. He couldn't help him anymore; he had screwed up. But at least he got to see a Leo, one last time...

***

Raph came out of a meeting room, mood soured by the fact that Leo hadn't come when he said he would. Sure, Leo had been frustrated earlier and stormed off to 'think' but he wasn't really one to skip the war meetings.

Especially as he was the leader.

With Donnie and Mikey behind him, Raph paused and asked. "Any of you seen Leo?"

Raph watched as his brothers halted, and their expressions went blank. That was a no then. Mikey piped up, chirping. "He said he needed time to think." and Donnie cut in. "Yes, Angelo, but that was an hour ago, before the meeting."

Raph sighed, almost a little disappointed in his younger brother. He really thought he was past this whole 'immature' thing. "Donnie?" he asked, not even needing to voice his question.

"Already on it." Donnie replied, tapping the screen upon the cuff on his arm. A hologram of Leo's contact picture popped up, as a little loading circle formed beneath it. After a few moments of silence, the purple hologram changed, displaying voicemail, insinuating that Leo did not pick up his phone.

Donnie scoffed and tried again. The same result. The brothers paused, a sudden silence thickening up the air in the hall. It felt as if the people walking around them suddenly didn't exist, making the brothers feel as if they were alone right in the middle.

Donnie immediately pulled up his tracker screen, and the moment Leo's location was online, they took off, racing through the halls, and around the folks who were there for the cause.

Raph immediately slammed open the door the moment they made it to the somewhat unused room and was shocked by what he saw.

Leo was by the wall, hugging someone, covered in blood, rocking back and forth as weak sobs wracked his body. He was murmuring something, begging quietly, soft enough that none of them understood what he was saying.

"Sweet Galileo!" Donnie exclaimed, and Mikey cried out, rushing forwards. "Leo!! Leo what happened?"

Leo only cried harder; voice wrecked from the sheer amount of crying he was doing.

Raph followed behind Mikey, taking in the scene, completely stunned. Behind him, Donnie was paging the med bay team and giving them their coordinates.

"Leo, what's going on, who's this?" Mikey tried again, but Leo only shook his head, unable to get anything out from around his sobs.

Raph reached out to try and pry Leo away from the body that bore an uncanny resemblance to his younger brother, but Leo only screamed an uncoherent "NO!!!" and clung tighter to the broken body.

Mikey had started crying, and Raph could feel his own emotions choking him up. "Leo... What happened?"

***

The rest of the day was long and torturous.

They were able to take the body to the med bay to see if anything could be done. But whoever it was, was gone.

Leo refused to leave their side, choking and crying silently the entire time, eyes never leaving the face of the turtle.

This persisted on even late into the night, when they found a place to bury the stranger.

Leo refused to leave the grave, kneeling upon the soft dirt and hugging himself tightly, humming 'you are my sunshine'.

#rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rise of the tmnt #2al #2al au #2al jam #2al sprout #2al young peepaw Leo #2al fanfic #rottmnt fanfic #hope you enjoy Ell!#I had a lot of fun writing this!!#Bout an hour and a half to jot down these 2000 words #tw blood #tw death #tw grief #yes I named it “in a jam”

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