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Ya.

I know.

I fucked up on this one.

He just gets under my skin.

But again. I'm sorry. I was wrong.

Do you...

Do you want me to tell you more?

[He wants to say no, but...at the same time he hates being the one out of the loop. Even more so, he wants to avoid getting blindsided by something like this again. How can he help protect his brothers if he doesn't know what they've been through?]

....if you think I should know.

But not like this.

[Well, that was something at least. Just when Mikey thought they were past this Kraang stuff and could just settle into their new lives here on the R2. It keeps coming back to haunt them.]

Okay. Where do you want to meet?

You know where the observation room is?

[He liked sitting by the immense windows where it felt like there was nothing between him and the stars and space beyond. It's the one place that actually lets you feel like you're in some extra-terrestrial realm.]

Ya. I can be there in half an hour.

See you soon. <3

[He didn't actually visit the observation deck often. It was cool, at times, to see the vastness of space, to see far more stars then they would ever see back home, even outside the city. Other times, it was far to lonely and scary and existential. He could see why Donnie liked it though, and maybe it was better with a companion. Someone to hold your hand so you knew you wouldn't drift away.]

Okay.

[And there he'd be, at one of the dividing panes where he could have something to lean against while he looked out the window.]

[Mikey showed up shortly after. He paused a moment then approached his brother.]

...hey.

[Donnie glances over at him, scooting over a little, not that he needs to since there's a whole lotta space.]

Hey.

[Mikey sits down, probably a little closer then he needs to. Not touching. But he could be.]

Sorry... again...

[His fingers tap nervously together.]

...it's fine.

Well okay no, not really. I just.

...it's frustrating.

[Yeah. That was fair enough. Mikey couldn't be upset with his brother for that one.]

I can see that. Sometimes.. it's hard to remember that this version of you wasn't there. Part of me is glad that you weren't. It was awful. But then it's stuff like this and there's this... gap.

[He fidgets and looks out the window, across the stars.]

I don't like having all these memories of you that you don't have.

I know. And as much as it scares me to want to know what happened...it doesn't seem fair that you guys have to bear it all.

...

[He looks at Mikey.]

So tell me. Just. Whatever you think I should know.

[It's not like he hasn't already gone through enough terrible things so surely he can't get any more traumatized.]

[Mikey looked at his brother and thought maybe he would paint something like what he was seeing now, Donnie against the stars. Not his expertise but he could make it work.]

Yeah, sure thing bro.

[And so he told him everything. From the beginning, from the Shredder's return, to his defeat, to what he remembered of little missions in between that seemed relevant or just fun. He told him about everything that happened with the Kraang with Casey and Raph and Leo and the ship and the time recovering afterwards before he was suddenly transported to the R2. He wasn't really linear with it, often going off on tangents as one thing reminded him of another. It was kind of nice though, to just sit here and catch his bother up on everything, even if it was a little sad. It really made him feel like they were a little closer to where they had been back in Mikey's time.]

And that's about it I think. I'll probably remember more later.

[He was exhausted and his throat was a little raw and his leg had fallen asleep but he was grinning.]

[It was a lot to take in, probably more so considering who the storyteller was. It probably took a lot longer to get everything wrapped than necessary, but there was something...nice about just listening to his brother recount such events.]

Is it weird to be sad about missing things you technically haven't experienced yet? That we have actual family outside of dad...

[The rest of the Kraang story isn't that much better but he can see where his brothers are coming from now.]

... Oh man, I wonder if that's the scary alien computer experience that Mikaela was warning me about though. She had a vision... I thought it was pertaining to...the whole deal on Iskwiyac.

[Mikey shrugged and stretched out his leg, grimacing as pins and needles lanced and tingled their way up to his knee. His foot did not feel like it was in the right shape. What he could feel at all.]

I don't think it's weird. I mean, you were... sort of there? Technically? In a way? [He throws his hands up.] Time is confusing. But there's something about missing things that you know could be... or could have been and like... I'm your brother, telling you these things we did and -- [he shrugs again like that would help any of it make sense.]

[He finally stops in his stretching and face making to look at his brother a little more attentively.]

Her what about what now?

I mean. I guess? But agreed on that time is confusing. I don't even want to know how many timelines the space bridge has been wrecking across different universes.

[He blinked before nodding then. Right. He supposed Mikaela didn't really advertise her ability.]

She has seer abilities that she got from the Cybertronian who used to man the bar her before she took over. [Because that explains plenty.]

She used it to try figuring out why I was able to just...make objects into totally unrelated objects and I guess she picked up on some future event that was from our home timeline in the process.

[Nope, that made perfect sense. With basically his whole situation back on earth, and then everything they've been through on the R2, there wasn't really much that could surprise him any more. If anything, he had kind of given up on it. Things might as well happen at this point.]

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeird. So what does it even me. Like... what do we do? Can we do anything?

Do for what? We've kind of been doing things as visions come up- if they're important. Some of the missions we get are prompted from things Mikaela catches wind of, and those are usually Prime-related.

[He makes a face at that, no secret there how he feels about Primes.]

Well yeah, but if like, giant space alien computer is supposed to be the kraang or whatever, shouldn't we, I don't know...prepare? I mean we have one on the ship! I think...

I don't know for sure if ...Well, she said it was vague. But maybe it's the whole thing you mentioned. With the Kraang ship? Or maybe it was when I had to interface with the guardians on Iskwiyac and the magic was eating my arms.

[Wait did he ever mention that part to Mikey?]

THE MAGIC WAS EATING YOUR AMRS?!

[Nope, hadn't mentioned it. Funny that.]

[He knew the gauntlets had attached themselves or whatever. The basics. He just didn't know it was anything to that extent. They gotta stop meeting like this, bro.]

[Yeah, way to give your brother a heart attack. He should know better, really, but he's been jumpy lately so he almost hits the window as he jolts back, grasping at said arms anxiously.]

Y...yeah, about that...

[Right. He remembers now. He'd only told Leo, because he hadn't wanted to worry Mikey at the time. How are they so great at this?

Donnie holds one of his hands up, the normal stubs of his fingers and thumb shaped into nice little claws. He'd been wearing those out of habit lately, he kind of liked the shape of them. And then he flexes his fingers, each digit elongating impossibly into the weird spindly finger-claws Soundwave had.]

...when I connected with my ninpō, it reacted with the gloves. And...when I repaired Anemone's body, I guess it was beyond my usual ability, so...in exchange, the magic ate my hands and arms up. Solus said there'd be a cost to use the gauntlets at full potential, but she hadn't really explained. That mushroom guy Princer was the one who told me I no longer had any flesh under these.

Donnie that's--?!

[Well, he guess this was karma, but he still didn't like it. He felt uncomfortable and rubbed at his still slightly numb leg. He really didn't like Donnie's use of the word "flesh" but he wasn't sure how else he was supposed to put it, once he really thought about it. He didn't like thinking about it.]

So those are like... your arms now... you said they didn't hurt. Is that still true?

[He caught himself staring. It was unsettling, the claws, the knowledge that they weren't just gloves--gauntlets anymore. That was his arms.]

[Donnie can't help but feel a little unsettled at the staring. Yeah, he supposes it's kind of freaky, so he's glad he didn't go for the demonstration Princer had done and went straight into making his arm a blade. He morphs them back to the more subtle little clawed fingers, giving his hand an idle shake.]

It's still weird. They're...well, they're magic stone so it's got that sort of property and without it I wouldn't have been able to fish you guys out of the gross water in Iskwiyac. But at the same time I can still feel things as though I had regular hands and nerves inside? Magic hands. Hah. Kind of ironic, right? The least magically inclined turtle ends up with the weird magic hands.

[Mikey snorts.] I mean, magic hands is literally my thing, but I'll let you have it this time. I think it probably makes more sense in this case, and I can't really use mine anyways.

[He looks down at his own hands a moment then over at his brother's strange arms again.]

Can I touch them?

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