too lucky to count

“I’m not that fucking old, geez,” Mikey muttered, nevertheless sinking gratefully into the worn and familiar couches lining the living room. “I could be your dad.”“Eww, don’t say that!” Leo whined, laughing. He hooked an arm around miniature Mikey, “you’re the grandpa version of my baby bro, that’s just weird.”“He’s not a grandpa, Leo,” miniature Mikey defended, pushing against his brother’s elbow, “he’s just… uh… how old are you again?”Mikey snorted back a laugh, feeling his chest rattle. His heart still felt finicky.“I don’t know.”“I’d guess… forty?” Mini Mikey suggested, like it was an apology or something.“Oh my God,” Leo wheezed, “he’s a middle-aged mutant ninja turtle. I’m going to die.”..or; Mikey has always been lucky, or maybe the Universe wasn't willing to let him rest just yet. Whatever it was, it landed Mikey with a second chance for a life he never asked for, in a timeline that wasn't his own. And it looked like he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon (he could only run so far before the past caught up with him).And boy did the past love running at his heels; in the form of four unruly mutant ninja teenage turtles.