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"Are you gonna miss having your future self around?"

"Yeah, it's been pretty incredible… But that's okay, because I have the world's best lab assistant and apprentice." He flicked his finger at her 'World's Best Lab Assistant' mug—plink—and winked, which riled up the butterflies in April's tummy. Now's the moment, they cried.

She gawked in a trance, working on her starting words, as Donnie carefully replaced the smoke bombs in their pouch.

"That's all of them, I think. Well done, team!"

Do it now! Tell him!

Tell him what?

"Earth to April? Don't leave me hangin'!"

"Wh— oh!" She promptly met Donnie's gloved high three.

"Alright!" he hollered with an additional fist pump, then turned to her with a curious quirk of his mouth. "So what's up?"

She floundered for a bit, then said nonchalantly, "Spaced out."

Donnie didn't press further, though he threw her a cheeky sideways frown as if to say he was onto her. When he turned away to clean up all the ninja bomb-making tools and vials, she growled silently at the air, and absent-mindedly started clearing away stuff as well.

How was she supposed to bring it up? Should she start by confessing she'd been going out with Casey? No! Dammit, what a way to set the mood for the rest of the conversation. Donnie, we need to talk. That sounded too ominous. Should she try to segue into it somehow? She eyed the music box sitting inconspicuously atop the closet behind some boxes and gadgets. Maybe she could start with that. Oh, hey, my music box! There it is! I thought I'd left it at the farm, isn't that hilarious? By the way, maybe you'd like to… go out sometime…

She pressed her eyes shut, biting back a groan, because as it turned out she was really bad at this.

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ANYBODY UP FOR SOME FEELSY, FLUFFY APRITELLO? Soak in the cosy sap, guys, 'cause next time we post... SHIT GOING DOWN AT CHEZ SHREDDER.

As always, huge thanks to our betas @queequegg and @theherocomplex!

Future Donnie: Dammit Jones, you’re gonna pull a stitch!! Mikey! Leave the photographic documentation of Casey’s dentition for after I’ve immobilized his arm, will ya?

April: (to Present Donnie) Well, it’s nice to see even in the future your friendship with Casey’s still intact.

“Four hundred, Jones! Top that!” Future Raph panted.

“Hmm, impressive, impressive. But let’s see you push this up!” Future Casey clambered on the massive turtle shell and sat there with his legs crossed.

“You call that a challenge, Jones? Hah!” Future Raph then proceeded to do like fifty pushups in one minute with Future Casey on top of him.

“Whoa-ho-hoa dude!” the latter exclaimed.

Casey couldn’t help watching out of the corner of his eye. He was damn impressed. Like, dude’s lifting his own weight and that big, beefy Casey like it’s nothin’. That’s pretty hot— I mean what?

Ugh, okay, focus, he urged himself, ignoring the wiggling in his core. He texted Present Raph again, but no dice.

He shook his head, and complained out loud. “Raph’s still not back. How long’s a turtle need to take a leak?”

“Bro, I don’t think he’s still on that.” Future Casey snickered from on top of Raph’s shell.

He ditched him. Chicken. Raph really had to learn not to take things so seriously all the time. Like Mikey’s prank photo. Even before all this actual gay biz, Casey thought it was hilarious! Raph had gone all dark in the cheeks when Casey mentioned it, and pushed him into a ditch.

He got it, though. It wasn’t like he knew what to do with this… information, he thought, looking sideways at the two lovebirds.

What the hell could’ve made Future Casey see Raph that way?

Well, what’s not to like?

Casey blanched. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.

He dug his fingers in his mane, as Lil’ Casey stirred at the images of he and Raph—in bed, against the wall, on the ground—and the dizzying realization that he totally might have the hots for his best friend after all.

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Sorry, sorry!! I know I said we’d post the new chapter before the end of the year. But it turns out this fic is a team effort, and Xmas times are busy times indeed.

Anyway, have some delightful Rasey development huhuhuhu. This one’s been in our notes for almost four years and it’s finally out. HAPPY NEW YEAR, PEEPS! Thank you so much for reading, and even more if you comment! Mwa!

As always, huge thanks to our betas @queequegg and @theherocomplex!

“Wow, Don, I love your skirt.” Future Casey prodded at the multi-pocketed kilt. Its owner brushed his fingers off.

“It’s not a skirt, it’s a utility kilt,” Future Donnie said, suture in hand, with the air of someone tired of pronouncing the same set of words day in and day out.

The corner of the lab that doubled as med bay was crowded that night, and Leo listened half-heartedly to the banter. They’d only gotten home an hour ago, and some of them were still getting patched up. After helping a while, Splinter had retired to his room, and Present Raph and Casey had other things to do, each on his own opposite side of Manhattan. The rest were gathered in the lab. Future Donnie worked on Casey’s stab wound, while Present Donnie, having popped Leo’s arm back in its socket and put it in a sling, dutifully assisted him.

The pain in Leo’s shoulder was down to a dull throb, and hardly a concern: he’d be fit for duty again in a few hours. No, there were other things making Leo’s head buzz like a jar of flies.

Disgruntled and stressed out and just all around exhausted, he shot a not so covert glare at Future Leo, and another one at Future Raph.

After parking the Shellraiser, Donnie had taken him aside, restless, and told him what happened in that surveillance office. Present Raph and Casey backed it up.

As if Leo needed any more reasons not to trust these guys.

Leo’s future self—not even out of his cowl and chest plate yet, which were grungy with mud spatters—hadn’t so much as looked his way since they got back. Any moment now, however, Leo expected to get the bulk of the blame for everything going to hell, for letting the truck go. He glowered at Future Leo, silently daring him to. Go ahead, get me started.

The rest of the group wasn’t any better off. Everyone was rattled, anxious, or pissed off—everyone except Future Casey, who was currently on the cot, tripping on pain meds, a relaxed smile on his face while Future Donnie stitched him up. The lab was pungent with the reek of defeat. And the antiseptic eeking out of the medigel recently extracted from Future Casey’s shoulder certainly didn’t help.

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Chapter summary: After what happened to that Purple Dragon kid, the Present Turtles can hardly recognize their future counterparts. But if they’re going to work together, future and present will have to face each other, and find themselves there. 

Themes: Sci-Fi, time travel, drama, family and romance.

Ships: Apriltello, Leorai and some mild Rasey.

Rating: T+ for language, violence and some sexual themes, but nothing too explicit.

Authors: violette-aner and suthnmeh.

And continuing with our long history of feels, have some emotional Leo on Leo.

And then, because we ALL needed it, some fluffy Mikey-led shenanigans!

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Then the gleaming membrane wobbled, and something broke out of it. A dark figure landed on the grass before them with a clean thud. Immediately after, a second figure came through. And a third. Donnie took a step back and stretched his arm in front of April in instinct. He could hear the rustle of feet and the crackling of leather behind him as the others gripped their weapons tighter.

   One by one the silhouettes came through, backlit by the portal’s ghostly blue light, which kept Donnie from seeing their faces. And then…

   “Ow!”

   “Ah, dude!”

   Two more figures burst out at once, barely fitting through the portal, bumping into each other and crashing into the ground in a tangle.

   “Smooth, guys,” Leo’s voice said. But it wasn’t Leo. Not the Leo standing beside Donnie at least.

   One of the shapes stood and stretched a staff towards the portal’s upper corner. With a click and a floop, all three pieces snapped back together, closing the gate, and the device fell, inert, at the newcomers’ feet.

   It took Donnie’s eyes a moment to accommodate to the new twilight. And then he saw them.

   His jaw fell.

   “No need for these anymore. Over and out,” the walkie-talkie in his hand said in the thunderstruck silence, and at the same time, the older, taller Donatello before them.

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Raph's feet barely grazed the ground. He soared over the Chinatown rooftops, Casey's GPS signal blinking ominously on his phone screen.

Reaching the corner in record time, he screeched to a halt to look down at the street below...

His stomach dropped.

Casey's bike lay abandoned on the sidewalk across the street.

Cold dread flooded his gut as he lunged onto the pavement below, and barely avoided being spotted by a couple of kids. Quickly retreating into the shadow of the fire escape, he waited for them to pass, eyes trained on Casey's bike. The brats seemed to move in slow motion, yammering on about their stupid basketball game.

Hurry up!

Finally, one pizza delivery scooter and a shop owner dumping dirty water down the sewer grate later, he jumped down and made a run across the street for the alley ahead.

The bike's front wheel was bent, a few spurs sticking out like whiskers on a cat. The tracker still beeping mutedly, Raph skirted around it, twirling to and fro.

"Casey? Casey!"

Not caring anymore that he was probably drawing attention, he frantically looked behind the dumpster and inside trash cans, his own pulse deafening. He acted all tough in front of his brothers, but unlike them, deep inside he was terrified every time that freaking alarm went off.

One of those times could be for real. This one could be for real.

So far all the evidence seemed to suggest it was. Wouldn't be the first time Casey went off on his own, playing lone wolf, the dumbass. After the other night at the warehouse, his grudge against Hun would've only gotten worse. If he'd seen something, he was stupid enough to go at it alone. Swivelling around on the spot, helpless, Raph grew more and more convinced that that was what happened, and decided to call for back-up.

On the other hand…

His finger froze over the call button and he stared at the pair of Converse he'd just spotted behind a nook in the wall. (...)

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Chapter summary: The arrival of the future turtles is only a few hours away, but nobody's getting any sleep. Late at night, the blues take over, and Donnie, Leo, Casey and Raph all need hugs.

Themes: Sci-Fi, time travel, drama, family and romance.

Ships: Apriltello, Leorai and some mild Rasey.

Rating: T+ for language, violence and some sexual themes, but nothing too explicit.

Authors: violette-aner and suthnmeh.

Apritello, Leorai and Rasey blues. These scenes have been waiting to be put in a chapter for two and a half years, you guys. The first one is one of our personal favs XD

Third act is nearly here! We know it's been a long time coming, but thank you so much for your patience, and we hope you're enjoying the ride :D

Raph heaved one last time and shoved the weights back in their catchers with a roar.

“One hundred.” He panted and blinked at the droplets of sweat stinging his eyes, then sat up, groaning, and reached for the towel. Nose buried in cloth, he heard Donnie’s and April’s voices coming out of the lab, and he lifted his gaze.

The pair stopped at the threshold. April fixed her hoodie below her backpack and turned to face Donnie while they spoke. Raph had managed to mostly forget about them and their little… display, with the massage, until now. Unable to make out what they were saying, he watched them covertly, until April stood on tip-toe, and gave Donnie a kiss on the cheek. Raph set his teeth, letting out a low growl.

That morning Casey had told him he wouldn’t be able to hang out today because he was planning a date with April. Raph would bet his drum kit that, after that nice massage from Donnie, she was secretly on her way to suck Casey’s face off.

What is she playing at? he thought as April pranced for the turnstiles. The look on Donnie’s face as he lingered, watching her go with googly eyes, upset Raph’s stomach.

He wished it were true, right? That someone like April could be with someone like them. But it wasn’t, and it pissed him off to see Donnie fool himself, still pining over April, still hoping, still trying. It pained him to witness this losing game, knowing it would only bring his brother grief.

For the longest time he’d stayed out of it—well, mostly out of it. He’d tried to tell him several times, how it was never going to happen, and he needed to stop doing this to himself, and to April—even when his comments were all dismissed for being ‘pessimistic’. But other than that, he’d allowed this charade to continue, being forced to watch from the benches the way Donnie kept setting himself up for blow after blow after blow, each time coming back bruised but still somehow optimistic.

Well, he’d had enough. Now he could say for sure that April was never going to like him back. Because she and Casey liked each other. Now there was proof. Before Donnie had turned around and gone back in the lab, Raph had made up his mind. He was going to put the case to rest once and for all, before Donnie got his hopes up an even higher precipice.

He stood, slapping the towel down, cracked his neck, and headed out after April.

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Chapter summary:   Donnie and April have been at it again—being cute and close and cuddly. Having in mind April and Casey have been dating... Raph has had enough of it.

Themes: Sci-Fi, time travel, drama, family and romance.

Ships: Apriltello, Leorai and some mild Rasey.

Rating: T+ for language, violence and some sexual themes, but nothing too explicit.

Authors: violette-aner and suthnmeh.

It's a Raph POV chapter! Whuuut!

We are getting very very close to future turtles! We promise, just one more short chapter after this one and then... DUN DUN DUUUUN.