#2k14 tmnt

[stinkykittypet]

In bayverse tmnt, April shows her boss a picture of a red eared slider even though it is explicitly said in the movie that the turtles are box turtles

[khapikat222]

Could you please do platonic headcanons for a younger sister with 2014 TMNT Leo?

6 HCs on Leo with a little sister. 

 1) Leo is the big brother that everyone who doesn't have a big bro ever wanted. Big enough to take on any boogie man or monster under the bed. Man enough to live with make up on his face in garrish color schemes. Hugs from Leo are the best, and will always be the best because he is just the best big brother ever! 

 2) Training with the brothers under Splinters tutelage is a daunting task. More so with Leo as the defacto leader of the clan. He is strick, the workouts are hard. Learning the gunbi, shurikin, and other long distance weapons to aid your brothers, . but secretly studying the jutte and yawara on your own. 

 3) Leo found out about the secret close quarters combat. admittedly not happy about the secret. but after a lengthy argument between him and his sister, and being backed up by Splinter. Leo started in on one-on-one training. creating a well rounded fighter. 

 4) Pray to any god that his little sister does not find any fancies or crushes. Leo is just one step away from Raph in protectiveness, equal measure aggression. Pray they do not make his sister cry, Cause Raphael you see coming with fire trailing behind. No one see's Leo and what he has planned for the fool who made his sister cry coming. 

 5) Comic reading weekends. Sci-Fi Saturday movie nights. Are a must. 

 6) Leo really loves his sister, no matter what they become or where they go. he's always there if they ever nee him. Still doesn't want them fighting on the front lines. but that's a "agree to disagree" situation he just has to live with.

[yaoigirl22]

2K14 and 2K12 Mikey Switch!

Okay, so I’ve been working on the draft of this story for a while now and it’s basically this: So it's a 2k14 and 2K12 crossover, the Mikey's get switched. And the 2K14 turtles find 2K12 Mikey adorable, and 2K12 Mikey finds them just plain cool, though the pants thing confuses them, and his easy affection throws them off a bit. The 2K14 notice that on Mikey's neck is what looks like a really bad bruise, they eventaully learn that Mikey has tried to commit suicide. Mikey explains that he couldn't take how his brothers talked about him, and had even believed it to be true. As you can imagine the 2K14 turtles don't take it very well, and even start to second guess their behavior trowards their Mikey.

Meanwhile in 2K12 verse, the 2K12 turtles have pretty much adopted 2K14 Mikey, and like with their baby brother, are affectionate with him. It throws 2K14 off, which is noticed by the other turtles among other things. It eventually comes out that 2K14 Mikey has been feeling unsure of his place with his brothers, and that he is attracted to men (debatable right now) and afraid of his brothers' reaction.

And in all this, 2K16 Casey plays a big part in all this. So, yeah, the draft isn’t going well. My brain is crying lol. And brightlotusmoon if you’re reading this, thank you very much for the help!

[sleepingseeker]

OMG! I’m dying.

‘When neither of your boys want to be the turtle you play...’

[sleepingseeker]

Domino

Chapter 8 - Metamorphosis

Raphael peered at Donatello from the corner of his narrowed eyes. He repositioned the toothpick and grimaced. He crossed his arms, dropped his head, but said nothing. Tapping one enormous bicep with his finger.

No matter what Donnie thought, he wasn't out to get Leo. Far from it.

What he wanted, more than anything, was a bit of fairness. Because it didn't seem fair that Leonardo started half the fights with him over stupid shit but he ended up in the Hashi twice as long usually than the kiss-up. It wasn't fair that Leo was put in charge of the rest of them as if they were in some stupid militia outfit and not just a family. Like they were supposed ta be. Besides that, he didn't need a babysitter. He didn't need a leader.

He fuckin' needed a brother.

He blinked and shifted where he stood; surprised at where that train of thought had lead. He shoved it away. Replaced the sentimental crap with anger. 'Cuz that's what he was. He was pissed.

Leo could've been hurt. Or worse. And now he finds out that the object of his obsession is some broad in the Foot. He blew out a frustrated breath. The guy was losing his grip.

And on top of that juicy little horrifying fact was that Leo had snuck outta the lair, right after he'd just blown up about him cutting out to meet April the other night. It just tarred his shell. Who the hell did he think he was - actin' all high and mighty only to turn around and do the exact same thing?

No, Leo needed his comeuppance. It was time Leo owned up to the fact that he wasn't perfect. That he wasn't above the rules of the house. No matter how high a pedestal everyone wanted to put him on.

The awkward silence filled the space between them.

Finally, Donatello reached out in a placating gesture towards Splinter. "Master, Leonardo is-is unconscious. He's fine! Really. And there's really no need to get -"

"Of this I am aware," Splinter said. He patted Leonardo's cheek and then gave it a hardy slap. Leo remained unresponsive.

Donnie winced. Raphael hid his smirk behind one loose fist as he cleared his throat.

"I wish to know how he came about this state." Any fear evident in his voice had now been replaced by an authoritative tone. One that allowed no foolishness.

Raph uncovered his mouth and shook his head; brows raised, a grin still fighting to break out over his mouth. He blew out a helpless breath and with a quick glimpse at Donatello, he announced, "Leo went out." He removed the toothpick, raised his arms out and shrugged as if to say, what can you do? The grin broke loose and he coughed.

Splinter studied him with a blank expression. Unmoving. Only the tiniest rattle of the tip of his tail gave any indication of the emotions seething beneath the surface.

The brothers were not fooled. Splinter was his most furious when appearing the calmest.

Raph coughed out another chortle. "It's true. He went up top. Didn't let any of us know, either." He waggled his fingers in the air, "Slipped right out without a warning or nothin' to nobody."

Donatello bristled at the obvious glee Raphael was experiencing at this situation. If he wasn't under Splinter's scrutiny, he'd have clocked his brother upside the head with his bo. His private little vendetta with their oldest brother had no place in this. He was genuinely concerned about what Leonardo had gotten himself involved in.

Raphael was too caught up in the petty feud to realize that Leonardo was not acting at all like his usual self. He was putting himself in danger. And he was infatuated enough to continually seek out this woman, this Foot Clan member; for Donatello was certain this hadn't been the first time. It was troubling to say the least.

Going out. Alone. Directly disobeying their father. Meeting privately with a human. A female officer in the Foot Clan. Doing god knows what with her, Donatello couldn't guess. He barely got his mind wrapped around the fact of April seeing Raph in a romantic sense. But then the worst of it: Leo getting caught off guard. Nearly captured.

Donatello's head reeled with the implications. He paled to think what would have befallen his brother had he not had the sense to track Leo's location soon after he discovered his absence in the lair.

Splinter gripped his cane. He slammed it once into the floor and squared his shoulders. "I see. But that does not explain his current condition."

"Erm, uh," Donatello stammered before Raphael could say anything else. Before he could make things possibly worse.

His usually impressive cognitive capabilities were failing him when he most needed them. But he was never good at lying. It only complicated everything. Honesty was his comfort zone. He could be blunter than Raphael at times, given the circumstances and the topic. Lying convoluted problems, making everything more difficult than needed. The simplest solution was often the best. Direct truth.

Splinter's whiskers trembled as he sniffed the air. As if he could sense the deception forming in the air around them. His ears flattened slightly before pricking up again. Full attention. His gaze strayed from Raphael and trained on Donatello. No in hurry, he moved around the couch to stand before the two brothers.

"Th-There is no need to get upset, erm . . ." Don rubbed the back of his head and shuffled his feet, but stood his ground.

"Donatello, I wish for you to tell me what happened. Start at the beginning."

"Sensei, lemme tell it," Raph started and immediately snapped his mouth shut from the look Splinter gave him. He ducked his head and kept his eyes wandering everywhere but at his father. And still the wavering grin remained.

Donatello, looking more miserable by the second, stammered softly, "Well, Sensei. The th-thing is, uh, um, if you look at it from the right perspective, you'll realize that, uh, given the nature of the situation, I think what w-would be best –"

"Donatello," Splinter warned.

He gulped. "I-I don't know. I responded to a call from Leonardo and we found him this way in an alley not far from the lair. That's it. That's all I know."

Raphael started at the blatant lie. He twisted, boasting a scandalized expression, mouth agape, and stared at his brother.

"It c-could have been any number of circumstances which brought this upon Leonardo. I surmise that there must have b-been a scuffle?" He looked to Raphael for help but his hope shriveled at Raphael's amused and encouraging expression painted on his smug face. He should have known better. He screwed up his face into a sour expression.

Raphael gave a half-shrug, "Oh, do go on, Donnie. Tell Splinter how it went down. You know more than I do." His grin spread and it was savage.

Donatello straightened up. He cleared his throat. "Very well." He turned back to Splinter. "This is, uh, what I recall. It was approximately twelve minutes after four wh-when I received the communication. I remember because I was in the middle of a rather delicate operation . . . Sensei?"

Splinter closed his eyes. He ran his fingers through the thin beard dangling from his chin with an agitated movement. He lowered his head and just as Donatello started to babble on, he pointed sharply to the room next to the dojo; designated as the Hashi. The dreaded destination where punishments and discipline took place over extended, grueling hours.

"Donatello," he growled, making him jump, and just as Raphael crossed his arms with a triumphant look, "Raphael," he dropped his jaw along with his arms, "to the HASHI! NOW!"

Michelangelo sidestepped his brothers as they hurried past him. Raphael shoving and slapping Donatello upside the head, grumbling all the while. Donatello fending off the attack weakly and muttering in his defense. Both swearing under their breath at one another. Calling each other insulting names.

"What did you two trouble makers get into this time?" Mikey chastised with a chuckle and pointedly ignored the rude hand gesture that Raphael gave him. "Hot head," Mikey mumbled. He shifted the bowl of popcorn in his arms and headed to the couch where he stopped.

"Whoa," he said as he caught sight of his brother, "what's with the nap time for Leo?" He reached down and tried to knock his brother's large feet from the couch. "C'mon, dude, make some room. Baywatch is about to start. I'm gonna miss the opening."

Leo moaned softly, puffing a breath from between his lips, but did nothing more. Mikey huffed and shuffled between the coffee table propped by empty pizza boxes and moved to sit down squarely on Leonardo's stomach.

Splinter made a soft sound and he froze mid-way between being seated and standing. "Something wrong, Master Splinter?"

Splinter huffed. His eyes sparked. "Michelangelo," he said.

Mikey nodded, now standing straight, munching on a hand-full of popcorn steadily pouring from his open fist into his mouth, cheeks full. Between crunching he asked, voice muffled around the buttery kernels, "Yeah, Sensei?"

"Get me the herbal bag next to my meditation candle."

"Erm," he swallowed and wrinkled his snout, "the little stinky one or the big one with the pretty needlework on the side?"

"Stinky."

Mikey shrugged, "Okay."

He twisted and placed the large bowl of popcorn on top of his brother's forehead; cradling it on either side with his palms before releasing it with a pleased, mischievous grin. "Alright, buddy, now you just don't move until I come back," he sniggered. Once it was carefully balanced, Mikey skipped and turned with a laugh towards his father's room. He spun around, snapped his fingers and walking backwards while pointing at Splinter said, "One bag of the good stuff, coming right up!"

Splinter nodded patiently at his youngest son's buoyancy. He moved across the room to stand before his unconscious teen once more. He removed the bowl from Leo's head and placed it aside. He stared at his son's restive face and wondered.

"Of all my sons," he murmured, "what could have you disobeying me, Leonardo? What were you doing above ground, alone? And who did this to you?" He glanced towards the Hashi. His tail flopped from one side to the other. "And why is Donatello lying to me?"

A worm of worry burrowed through his thoughts. There had been a few instances of late whereas Leonardo had to explain his obvious absence in the lair. Each time he'd given his explanation, there were small deceits.

Splinter was not blind. His son was no good at lying.

He'd brushed it off, considered it nothing to be concerned about – he was a teenager, after all. And now that he'd gotten a taste of the outside world, it was only natural for his boy to wish to explore a bit more. As their leader, Leonardo could use the experiences that he gleaned from these explorations. As Splinter was sure that Leonardo was doing it in the spirit of educating himself to better lead his brothers.

If it had been Michelangelo or Raphael, then that would be different. Those two . . . He shook his head. They needed someone with familiarity of the outside world to guide them when he was no longer around. Especially the two youngest.

And Splinter was secure in assuming that Leonardo, of all his sons, would take the utmost care in remaining unseen, hidden, safe. He would not take any foolish chances. His level-headed son would never be so careless.

And yet.

The worry that there was something he was missing dogged him. Like a flickering light in a vast cavern, he could not quite see what was being illuminated. His doubt cast only a dim light upon suspicions that he could not (or rather did not want to) examine just yet.

Not without speaking to his son first. He had earned the benefit of the doubt. Surely, there was a reasonable explanation to this. He would not jump to conclusions.

He trusted his son.

# # #

Before hearing his voice, before seeing him, she knew he was there. A viper coiled in the shadows of her living room.

But what had he seen? What did he know? Perhaps there was still a chance for evasion.

The swords slipped silently from her fist as she fell into a crouch, feigning adjusting the strap of her sandal as she shoved them behind the leather chair nearest to the door. She straightened and turned towards the general location of the sound of his voice. She could only see the sparse outline of his hooded form seated in a chair at the far side of the room, near the fireplace.

She bowed deeply, "Father. I was not expecting you. Otherwise, I would have . . ." She trailed off as another shadow loomed in the arched opening that divided her dining room from the living room.

He was not alone.

"Karai, my daughter," his voice rasped and rang tinny. Metal scraping across stone.

There was vague movement and Karai moved to stand closer.

"Keep your distance," the Shredder ordered harshly.

She froze. "F-Father, what is this about? Who is this?" Her eyes flicked from her father, still ensconced by shadows to the silhouette in the doorway.

The man hidden in shadow strode forward. A soft grinding sound came as a lighter was lit. A clean-shaven face bent down at an angle to light the thin cigarette dangling from his lips. Eyes, black and glittering, were trained on her. They danced with a detached amusement. Sharp cheek bones stood out on the ghostly pale face. Shadows danced across a wide forehead topped with thick black hair, combed back neatly.

The flame went out with a click and he said, "Forgive the cloak and dagger, Ms. Oroku. But there is a need for darkness right now." His voice was smooth, masculine and featureless. Nearly bland, unassuming.

Her fury banished the fear. "Who are you? How dare you come here to my home, uninvited."

His chuckling response was hollow and empty, like the eyes that peered at her from above the yellowed flame a moment ago.

"But I was invited. Your father –"

"Enough!" She twisted and gripped the light switch on the wall. She snapped it on and spun on her heel. She gasped. Her eyes widened.

It wasn't so much what she saw, but what she could not see.

The cloak covered most of his body and the trident-topped helmet covered his head. The shining face plate hid his face. But something writhed beneath the silken material of the cloak where the rest of his body should have been. Something large and unnatural. Distorting the normal angles of his body. Making it all wrong, somehow. Rippling and churning like a mass of living creatures restlessly jostling for comfort.

From his shoulders several spikes gleamed and seemed to come from beneath the covering, jutting up through the fabric, as if he'd carelessly thrown the cloak over his shoulders and speared the fabric, cutting clear through. Where his legs emerged from the bottom of the cloak, they were coated in a gray metallic armor of some sort. Spikes of varying length and thickness erupted over the surface, down to the boots which ended in an up-turned toe, sharpened like yet another weapon.

She felt her knees grow weak as she stepped towards him. Her mouth agape in horror as she tried to make out his eyes from beneath the helmet. She could only see the gleam of the twin black pools, observing her from a distance too far and too cold to comprehend. Too alien.

Her knees buckled and she collapsed to the floor. Upon closer inspection, the armor covering his legs appeared scaled. The sheen of living flesh, reptilian, confirmed her horror.

Her voice came in a whispering slip of breath, "Father, but what has happened to you?"

The lights went off. The room descended into darkness once again. Unable to help it, she gasped. She pressed her hand to her mouth, feeling as though she were going to scream. This was a nightmare.

"I said there was a need for darkness, Ms. Oroku."

The man's voice came from just behind her. She heard the shuffle of his expensive suit as he moved closer. The sharp scent of cologne wafted over her as he crouched next to her. Very close. Intrusive.

"The light irritates his eyes, you see." His breath smelled of peppermint and smoke, beneath that, however, was an aged scent of decay. Leaves left to rot beneath a tomb. "The transformation is still evolving."

Irrational rage came over her then. She spun and struck with the heel of her hand. Meaning to drive the cartilage of his nose into his skull. Before making contact, he caught and gripped her wrist, turn it over and jabbed her inner elbow.

She buckled forward in pain, but made no sound. The cigarette flared, alighting the devil's face in pale crimson. He grinned around the cancer stick.

"Good. Quick. You're everything I've been told."

Karai ground her teeth and asked, "Who are you?" She grasped his arm with her free hand and dug her nails into his flesh.

He did not so much as blink. His dark eyes glittered, reflecting the red of the cigarette's glow.

"I've been sought out and hired by your father. For my resources. My expertise. But I'd like you to consider me a friend," he said in a conversational tone, still gripping her wrist and turning it slightly as he spoke, grinding her bones beneath his steely fingers.

"An ally against the alien menace."

She stared at him. Lost, furious and shaken.

"Don't look so confused, my dear. You are quite acquainted with the creatures in question. Closely acquainted." He chuckled again and it echoed a depth of cruelty she couldn't comprehend.

Dread filled her. Her blood, furious and boiling over with rage, instantly cooled as ice seemed to race through her veins. They know. They saw.

"With one of them, at least." He released her wrist and she collapsed back, rubbing it and glaring at him despite her terror. "That was quite an interesting little dance routine the two of you had on the roof." He sucked on the cigarette until the light blinded her and she dropped her gaze to the floor.

Her mind raced. There was no way out of this. They knew. She was caught. The game was at an end. Her stomach sank. What would happen now? Death. Surely.

Behind her, what was once her father stood. She shuffled on one thigh, turning to see him rise. Tall, much taller than he'd been before. His head nearly brushed the ceiling of her apartment. The sound of many things shuffling and sliding, metallic, slippery, inhuman, reached her and cut through the fear.

And she knew then, suddenly with awful clarity, what this was all about. The mutation of her father. Mutagen, they called it, didn't they? The substance in those canisters. The reason the mutant turtles had been captured by Sacks. She remembered what he'd said. The strange substance that ran within their blood. It was to blame for this.

It had to be the reason her father survived the accident that she'd only heard about, discounting much of the details as nothing more than exaggerated rumor and speculation. The Foot Clan was not a dependable source of rational information. And she'd no reason to believe any of it. When she'd seen him in the hospital during her recovery, he appeared fine. Perhaps a little pale, a bit worn out, but fine.

But now, she saw the truth. Something unnatural had happened to her father. It had saved his life, but at what cost? What was under the cloak?

The mysterious vile man stood up. Her attention snapped to him. "What has happened to my fa-father?"

"Something rather extraordinary. You'll soon see for yourself."

"Come along, daughter," Shredder rasped. "We have plans to make." He hesitated. "You have done well in securing for us the opportunity we so desperately needed -"

His voice choked off. The rippling beneath the cloak intensified. There came the sounds of bones popping, crackling tendons and the shrill zipping trill of flesh being torn. He stumbled forward with a groan and the man caught him. Steadying him. The rasping breath rolled from him in fits and starts, erupting into a wretched wet gagging noise.

Frozen in place with terror, Karai stared, wide-eyed at the contorting back of her father as he regained something like composure and straightened. She swallowed. Her face darted to the man in the suit as he stepped aside, giving her father room.

She struggled, but at last found her voice, "Can you help him? Is there . . . Can you . . . Cure him?"

The two men paused, exchanged a glance and then the man chuckled.

He sucked on the cigarette once more. His face glowed demonically. Above his head, a gray halo of circling smoke twirled in a lazy arc. He took the stub from his lips, put it out against the back of his hand. It hissed and crackled as if it were not human flesh that had extinguished it, but something drier and older. Something hardened from time.

"Now why would I want to stop evolution?"

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[sleepingseeker]

Stephen Amell Cast As Casey Jones In Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2

Stephen Amell is swapping his arrows for a hockey stick.The actor, known to many as Oliver […]

[internationalmultifiction]

Raphael x OC One shot

Raphael x OC

-So this is a slight continuation of the first Raph One Shot I wrote, but it's more along the lines of a prequel-

Title: Through the concrete

Pairing: Raphael x Amber(OC)

Universe: 2k14

Rating:PG13 -THIS CONTAINS MILD CHILD ABUSE- I tried not to focus too much on it but it is a part of the plot.

Summary: This is a story of a girl who climbed down her fire escape to escape her parents and heard a voice through the concrete.

  Through The Concrete

  I never understood the appeal of New York City, in my opinion it was a dirty city filled with dirty people. The air was muggy, the weather was unpredictable, and every part of town was the bad part of town. You couldn't trust an alleyway no matter the time of day. If you saw a man run off with a woman’s purse no one would make a move to stop the thief, people here didn't care as long as the situation didn't affect them. Honestly I was furious when my parents decided to move here all the way from LA. I missed the constant warmth of the sun, palm trees, smell of the ocean wherever you went, the people in shorts and strappy sandals. The thing I missed most of all, my parents getting along.

My mother was an Actress, had a spot on a popular TV show until a scandal leaked that she had been sleeping with one of the producers. My father made his money as a musician manager, taking care of auditions and scheduling shows. The moment the scandal was posted in the magazines and my mother’s integrity was questioned, my father defended her. Only for it to be discovered by a tabloid, that she truly had been sneaking around and the man was married. Being bombarded by cameras 24/7 with paparazzi try to get the latest insight on the affair, my father made the choice to pack our things up and move across the country to New York. Uprooting my life and forcing me into a new one, nothing like the one I grew up in.

If my father wasn't drowning his sorrows in drink he was screaming at my mother, using foul names I don't dare repeat. My mother ran about the city trying to revive her ruined reputation, doing small commercials and endorsements.

We moved into a shitty apartment on June sixth 2006, being the beginning of summer I didn't have the chance to go to school and make friends in this new city. The other children in our building had heard of my parents and poked fun at me every chance they got. It was easier to sit in my room and pretend my parents weren't shouting at each other so loudly I could hear them over my headphones.

The move was exactly three weeks ago today. Sitting on my single bed spring mattress I fiddle with the string of my pajama bottoms, avoiding having to leave the room and face the life I now live. Usually in the morning I would pretend to sleep late, hiding in my bed into the early afternoon. That inclined missing breakfast, sometimes lunch, and I never dared to go out for dinner. My parent’s civility was gone, even when it came to me. Missing so many meals was taking its toll on my body, I was absurdly thin, didn't have the energy of the average nine year old. Sucking in a breath of bravery I stood up from my bed, slip on my pink slippers and slide out into the hallway. I look both ways checking for any signs of danger. I couldn't hear anything, not even the buzz of a TV. I take the chance to run into the kitchen, no one is there, not the living room either. A rare smile creases my cheeks and I excitedly reach up for the box of lucky charms, before I even have a chance to grab it I hear something behind me. I glance back and find my mother, cigarette between her red painted lips.

"What are you doing up?" She questions me as if it's against the rules for me to leave my bedroom.

I make myself smile at her, force myself to pretend we are back at our condo in LA, that she and my father aren't at each other’s throats every day. "Making some breakfast. Do you want some?"

My mother rolls her eyes and puffs her cigarette. "What makes you think you can do that without asking me first?"

My fingers recoil from the cardboard box curling back into my palm. "Oh." I whisper. "Uhm, can I have some cereal for breakfast please?" The voice that comes from my mouth isn't mine; it's that of a child whose spirit has finally been broken. There's no hope for things to go back to normal. Everything is broken. Can't be fixed. I can't hide in my room and ignore the screams, pretend its okay.

She cocks a brow in a mocking manner, takes the final drag of her cancer stick. "You're useless. Eating up all the food I pay for without a single thank you." She walks closer to me, gripping my arm tightly and pulling me harshly to her side. "Ungrateful children need to be punished."

I don't believe my eyes as I follow the cigarette in her hand, it rises up to my face and is promptly pressed against my skin. A scream tears through my throat. I fight against her grip trying to get away from the searing pain of the bud being extinguished against my skin. She holds firm, I know there will be bruises on my arm from where she's gripping me. But that doesn't compare to the scar this burn will leave in its wake. The saltiness of my tears falling onto the abused skin only worsens the pain. She finally releases me, tossing the bud on the floor and with both hands she shoves me to the floor. "Get out of here!" She shouts at me. I don't need to be told twice. With a hand covering the open wound on my cheek I rush to the window with the fire escape landing. It takes all my strength to wiggle the old window high enough to get myself through. Panic fueling me I speed down the steps, tripping several times on my way down, ripping my Pj pants and gaining a few scratches on my arms. When I reach the ground I collapse on the concrete of the back ally, curling up into a ball up against the building as I cry. My sobs echo off the walls of the alley. The thick muggy air surrounds me and I welcome it like a hug, covering my head with my arms I press my face into the concrete shielding myself from the world.

"Are you okay?"

The voice startles me and I let out a squeal in fear, cowering closer to the wall.

"No seriously, are you okay up there?"

Up? Up where? I'm on the ground. I lift one of my arms so I can peer around the alley and finding myself alone. "Where are you?" I let out a series of wet coughs, tears still pouring down my face. "Are you going to hurt me?"

"Well I don't plan to. I'm below you, under the ground. And you still didn't answer me, are you okay?"

There's no possible way anyone is under the ground talking to me, I shake my head and consider is a coping mechanism of my own fear and imagination. "I'm not okay!" I cry out, opening my mouth so widely tears the scab that had been forming on my cheek and I cry out again. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

"What happened?"

It's hard to talk with the panic still causing my body to tremble like a leaf in the breeze. "My momma.... she... she... I don't know!" Tears run down my face faster, big fat drops splattering against the ground. The look on her face as she smiled down at me while she inflicted such pain on her own daughter... There was no love left for me in her heart.

The sound of metal distracted me but I didn't dare look over with the fear it might be my mother coming down the very fire escape I had descended myself. The assumption caused me to tighten my grip on myself and cry even harder. "Please don't hurt me anymore!" I scream as loudly as I can. Maybe if someone heard me they could help me, could stop my mother.

"Oh crap!" The voice sounded closer, a lot closer. It wasn't my imagination, and it certainly wasn't my mother. "I can't just leave you here... Hold on for just a few seconds I'm gonna go get Leo!"

It was silent for a few seconds, just the sounds of my sobs and sniffling. Then heavy footsteps beside me. I gripped my hair in panic, so afraid whoever was above me was about to strike down on me.

"No, we aren't gonna hurt you kid." That voice was different then the first one I heard.

"Do you think master would get mad if we brought her back home?" It was the first voice again.

"It's not like we have much of a choice, she's obviously in shock and is hurt. What kind of ninjas would we be if we left her here?"

"Well then let's get her to Splinter; he should know how to help."

Whoever it was reached down and attempted to lift me up, I screamed and swatted their hands away. "No! No! No!" My new underground companion easily held my hands together with one hand and lifted me with the other. His fingers don’t feel right; they were too wide, only three. I assume him to be a boy with how deep his voice was, older than me as well. He tugs me up into his arms and holds me like a prince would a princess. His chest doesn't feel right either, it's not covered with a shirt, much too hard and hardly smooth like skin; it's rough and feels like small grain sandpaper. The deformities keep me from opening my eyes, it just adds to how scared I am already.

"Seriously Leo something bad must have happened, look at her face." The one holding me says. He must see the burn my mother gave me.

I feel a finger against my chin, it tilts my head to the side and the second boy gasps. "Oh crap there's a hole in it!"

"Do you think dad can fix it?"

"I don't know, maybe. Hopefully."

Whoever is holding me begins to walk, just a few steps before there's a drop off and my stomach lurches painfully with nausea. It's over quickly and we're back on solid ground, the smell that emits from the humid space is worse than the New York streets, but for some reason it comforts me; knowing I'm separate from them now. The strangers who have taken me into their care begin walking again; I still refuse to open my eyes. Their track to whatever they call home takes a little more than five minutes.

"You're gonna have to stand for a second so I can hand you down to Leo." The one holding tells me in a gruff voice. "Don't freak out if you open your eyes."

He gently sets me down on the ground, keeping his hands on my side to hold me up; I open my eyes and blink blearily adjusting them to the low lighting. I can’t see the boy behind me but I can feel his hands on my sides, they aren't human hands. Two fingers against my waist and a thumb pressing into my back. I gulp down my fear and look through the tunnel opening before me, a few feet below the opening is a creature. It looks like a boy, possibly a foot taller than me; only… He has scaly green skin and what looks like a turtle shell on his back. He's reaching up to me, expecting me to jump down so he can catch me. I inhale sharply and try to prevent myself from hyperventilating. It's okay. I say to myself. They aren't trying to hurt you. So what if he looks like a giant turtle, he’s not burning a hole in your face. Nodding to myself I lean forwards to fall through the opening, the turtle boy catches me with ease and sets me down as the boy who had been carrying me jumps down as well. The one standing before me is taller than the one beside me. He's got a bandana around his head, baggy jeans covering his legs. His body is bigger than mine, quite a bit taller than me.

No longer crying, I cough to clear my clogged throat. "Uhm, thank you...” My voice is scratchy and raw it's hurts when I talk, having to open my mouth hurts my cheek. I use my tongue to prod the inside of my cheek beneath the burn, my tongue slips through a hole. I scream in fright covering the hole in my cheek with my hands.

The taller one steps up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders. "You get freaked out over a hole in your face but not a giant turtle?"

Shaking my head I try to fight back the tears of pain, not fear. "You aren't gonna hurt me."

"Course not." The turtle smiles at me and squeezes my shoulders in a comforting gesture. "You're safe here."

The turtle next to me chortles. "Someone's going soft."

His eyes shift away from mine and up to the other. "Would you shut up Leo?"

"Leo?" I ask softly.

Realization flashes in his eyes for a moment and he smiles at me again. "Oh yeah, this is my brother Leonardo. I'm Raphael."

"The artists’?" Original names I suppose.

"Yeah pretty much, there's also Donatello and Michelangelo. But you can meet them later; right now we need to get Dad to look at that cheek." He moves my hand away from my face to examine the wound. "What did this anyways?"

My body shudders at the memory. "My mom." I choke out. "I just wanted breakfast...and she got mad at me for some reason... I don't think she loves me anymore." I stare down at the floor with an empty gaze. She doesn't love me anymore. Can I even go back home? She told me to get out; does that mean I can go back? Do I even want to go back?

I’m forced out of my thoughts by Raphael pulling on my arm. "Come on, Dad's this way."

Raphael drops my arm and instead grabs my hand; Leonardo walks beside his brother with a smug smirk on his lips. I don't exactly know what to say so I keep my mouth shut and observe the open area they've brought me to. There are Christmas lights strung up in massive clumps to suffice as lamps, a few couches that look as if they were left on the side of the road after someone couldn't get the wine stain of the cushion. On one side of the room there's a long table with a few chairs surrounding it, behind the table is a rather large fridge, stove top and oven, along with an old kitchen island. The whole set up is almost more surprising then the giant life-sized turtles. I'm led into another part of the space, weapons are displayed on the surrounding walls and sitting in the center of the room is a rat. I recoil slightly, I've never been fond of mice, rats or really anything that hid in my kitchen cupboards. Raphael takes notice of my hesitation and urges me forwards.

"Sensei," Leonardo bows slightly to the rat. "We've got a bit of a problem."

The rat doesn't move an inch, his left ear twitches slightly and his shoulders rise and fall with the tempo of his breath. "I see you've brought company. Why did you bring a girl down here?"

My eyes widen in surprise, he hadn't even turned to face me. How'd he know I was here? Or that I was a girl?!

Raphael tightens his grip on my hand and somehow his hold makes the throbbing pain in my cheek lessen. "I found her on the surface; she was screaming and having a panic attack. Turns out she was being abused." Raphael glances at me over his shoulder. "She says it was her mom."

"Ah." The rat gets to his feet and finally faces us. For a rat, he's got a gentle face with subtle features that make him seem trustworthy. It makes him look like a dad, a dad that cares. "You must be very frightened then. Parents can be fickle at times. I promise your safety here."

"She's hurt pretty bad. She's got a hole in her face." Leo points to the injury.

I find it rude that I'm constantly referring to the father figure before me as the rat so I tug on the hand Raphael has wrapped around mine. He looks back at me curiously. "What's his name?"

"Dad? His name's Splinter." Raphael tells me.

Splinter looks over at his sons then approaches me and looks over my cheek. "You can see her teeth; it cut all the way through the skin into her mouth."

"Burned." I corrected. They all gave me questioning looks. "My mother decided to use me as her new ash tray." The pain had ebbed into a dull throbbing, it was tolerable.

Splinter’s face was one of shock and horror, Leo's mirroring. But Raphael's, his face twisted in fury and disgust. "She did what?" Splinter and Raphael spit the words out with the same distaste in sync.

I poke at the skin below the hole. "Yeah she used her cigarette, just kind held it there until the ashes went out. Then she pushed me down pretty hard and yelled at me to get out." I picked at the scabs that had formed on my arms from the fire escape. "I ripped my pants on the metal of the fire escape, that's where all the scrapes came from too." The three of them gapped at me like the words coming out of my mouth were too terrible to find true. And they are walking, talking, turtles. "It's not as bad as it seems, I think. I hear most abuse cases are much more severe. I'm pretty sure I bruised so easily because I haven't eaten properly since we moved here." I examined the dark black fingerprint bruises on my right arm and cringe. "These look really disgusting. I don't think I want to see my face."

Raphael is quick to respond to my statement. "Your face still looks fine; you'll have one hell of a scar though." When he sees my frown he shakes his head and squeezes my hand again. "No, I think scars are cute! Wait- We should take her to Donnie and see if he can patch this up."

He suddenly moves away from Splinter and Leo, swings me around with him as he walks off. We end up in a room full of old computer monitors and several empty cans of monster scattered around. There's another turtle, shorter the Raphael, taller than Leonardo. He's got thick framed glasses barely balancing on the end of his nose while he intently stares down a virtual foe on what looks like the new update of World of Warcraft. Raphael bangs a fist against the wall of the room and the smaller turtle nearly jumps out of his skin, or well shell.

He turns to face Raphael and then back to the computer screen when a noise sounds from the game. "Damn it Raph! I was about to level up! Now I have to start over. Wait- is that a human?" He pulls his glasses off and wipes them clean with his tee shirt, placing them back on his face. "Why is a human female down here?"

"I found her outside one of the tunnels screaming and crying." Raphael walks further into the room leading me with him.

Donatello observes me like a science experiment, a specimen he's never come across. "And your natural instinct was to bring her here? What does master think about this?"

"Master thinks you should fix her." He turns my face to the side, revealing the wound. Donatello gasps. "Can you fix it Donnie?"

Donnie pokes at the surrounding skin with a calculating look on his face. After a few minutes of turning my head side to side and tilting it every which way, he sighs. "Yeah, I can't stitch it. I think it needs to be grafted… I don’t really have the tools to do that so the best we can do is pad it up until the skin grows back. Until it's grown all the way back I'll have to keep a close eye on it to make sure it doesn't get infected or fester. Festering would mean she’d need a hospital, well, more than she needs one now." Donnie gives me a friendly smile when he lets go of my face. "It might take a while for me to get everything I need to patch it correctly. I’ll go out with Leo and see what I can find, in the meantime just stay put. I have some basic pain killers that should stave off a fever and help you out until I get everything I need." Donnie looks away from me and up to his brother. “Have Mikey bring me some clean hot water and some astringent. You go and get Leo so we can go ahead and go to the surface.”   

Raphael lays a hand on my shoulder; I raise my gaze to meet his. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

I nod my head thinking just how insane this type of situation was. How is any of this possible? “Yeah, I’m good.” I try to sound nonchalant.

My turtle savior smile puts me at ease and he quickly leaves the room.

Donatello, still sitting in front of me, pulls me down into another chair next to his. “I bet you’re a bit more then freaked out.” He nudges his glasses back up his face. “Just in case you’re wondering, we’re mutants. A lab experiment gone wrong- technically right but it’s a long story and I’ll spare you.” He snorts dorkily, and then frowns at me. “It’s not just the hole, is it?” He reaches a hand towards my arm, gliding rough fingertips gently across the bruises. “The type of force it requires to create black bruises is the same force of falling out of a second story window.” Donnie trails his hand down my arm to my wrists. “Look at that, even Raph left some bruises. Do you suffer from anemia, perhaps malnutrition? You appear to show premature signs of Anorexia.”

“No, no, no, no, no. Nope, I’m not anorexic! I eat all the time! Well, used to eat all the time.” My throat starts to itch, still damaged by my screaming. I cough and try to clear some of the obstruction away; it still leaves my voice hoarse. “I haven’t really eaten much because my parents are always arguing. It makes walking around the house near impossible. They’ve never actually hurt me until today… It was so strange; I hadn’t done anything to set her off. I just went to get some breakfast… She was perfectly composed when she stabbed that stupid cigarette against my face. Like it was a completely normal thing to do, no remorse at all.”

Donnie rested his hands against my knees. “Hey, it’s alright now. You’re safe here.” He has the gentlest smile I’ve ever seen on anyone. It brings a smile to my own face, small as to not over stretch my skin. “Oh gosh! Has anyone even bothered to ask you what your name is?”

I latch onto my lower lip with my teeth to keep myself from laughing, little puff of breath escaping my nose instead. “I’m Amber. Amber Michaels.”

He extends a hand out to me in a gesture of a handshake, I take it. “Well Amber Michaels, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Honestly you’re the first human I’ve ever met, and I never thought I’d meet one under these types of circumstances.” Donatello scratches the back of his head nervously. “Let alone a girl.”

“Got your order of hot water right here Donnie!” I look over my shoulder and there’s an even shorter turtle! Possibly, only a few inches taller than me. “Woah! Raph didn’t tell me it was a chick!”

“Keep it in your shell Mikey. This is Amber and she’s had a bad enough morning, we don’t need to add to her trauma with your inappropriate humor.” Donatello is fast to respond to his brother. “Now shut up and bring me the water.”

Mikey mocks his brother with a childish ‘nan na na’ before actually giving Donnie the water. “Sheesh, what’s the big deal anywa- holy crap is that an actual hole in her face?” Mikey gaps at me with wide eyes. “Wicked awesome home girl.”

I shake my head amusedly. “Not exactly the word I would use but, whatever works.”

Donatello dips a rag I hadn’t noticed before into the bowl of water. “This is gonna sting a little.” I brace myself for the pain and give him a curt nod, ready. He leans close to my face, rag in hand, and gently dabs it around the opening in my cheek. It doesn’t hurt that badly until the rough fabric of the rag comes into contact with the abused skin. I suck in a gasp and try not to squeal. “Sorry.” Donnie whispers but doesn’t pull the rag away. “I’m almost done.”

“I got the pain killers and Leo is ready to go whenever you are.” Raphael is back; he walks over to us and sets down the bottle of advil. When I can see his face out of the corner of my eye, I see a dejected look upon his face. Sadness knitting his brows together and forming creases in his forehead.

Mikey, who is still standing next to Donnie, grins over at Raphael. “She’s cute dude.”

I can feel my cheeks flush bright red, Donnie must see the change in my skin tone because he smirks slightly but doesn’t say anything. “Would you shut up Mikey, she’s sitting right here.” Raphael scolds his brother. “Plus look how little she is, she’s probably not even ten yet.”

Donnie pulls the rag away; I tilt my head up to Raphael with a pout. “I’ll be ten in August!”

“See, she’s nine.” Raphael crosses his arms and looks as if he’s proven a point.

I look to Donnie confusedly. He shakes his head at his brothers. “We’re eleven, or at least that’s how long it’s been since the accident.”

I let that statement sink in. Accident. These creatures, turtles. “What kind of accident was it?”

Raphael hangs his head and doesn’t answer my question. Donnie however, seems more than happy to share. “We were a part of a science experiment, project renaissance. They were trying to make something out of a mutagen, we were the test subjects. After a fire broke out in the lab we were housed in, we wound up here. And our humanoid characteristics are a product of the mutagen.” Donnie gets out of his computer chair and nods to Raph. “I’ll head out now, shouldn’t take long to round up what I need. See you soon Amber.”

A smile finds my lips as Donnie pats my shoulder; I whisper a goodbye before he leaves and now it’s just Raphael, Mikey and I. Mikey steps around Raphael and plops down on a bean bag chair on the floor. “Sooo seems like you’re gonna be hangin here for a while.”

Raphael holds out two of the clear blue gel capsules. “Take these, I don’t think we should give you anything to drink though.”

“Yeah it’ll just fall right out the hole!” Mikey barks out a laugh.

Which is promptly greeted with a glare from Raphael. “Would you shut it Mikey we get it.”

I smile at the pair of them, a sibling quarrel. I always wanted siblings and now I’m thankful I was never graced with any. I take the pills from his hand and swallow them dry, it takes a few gulps for them to go all the way down but I manage. “Thank you Raphael.” I say to him.

He scratches the back of his head with a tiny smile. “No problem, uh Amber.”

“You guys seem to have quite the set up down here.” I state as I look around Donnie’s room. “So much stuff, more than I’ve got now. I used to have loads more stuff before we moved here.”

Mikey leans forward in the beanbag. “How do we have more? Don’t you live in like- a house?”

I shake my head sadly. “Not anymore. I used to have a mansion, my own limo and driver, a piano as big as a car! I would play it every day-“  I stop talking and I’m struck with realization for the second time today. “My life will never be the same again.” I’m in a sewer with mutant turtles, a hole burned into my cheek, and torn pajamas. I take a few deep breaths to steady myself, then chose to move on. I can’t fix it, so I shouldn’t try. “I’m hungry.”

Mikey laughs uncontrollably and grips his sides. “Oh my god! Man this chick is great. I’ve got some cold pizza left over from dinner. Want some?” He stops laughing and smiles encouragingly at me. “It’s triple cheese.” 

“Right now I think I’d eat anything.” I giggle softly.

Even though it hurts I hold my palm over the opening in my cheek and eat five pieces of pizza.

Donatello arrives back with Leo a few minutes after I finish my last piece. “Not proud to say we took most of this stuff out of the back of an ambulance.”

Leo nudges his brother with his elbow. “Shut up. Master would be so angry if he found out.”

Donnie holds his hands up in defense. “Well I figured it was better than letting infection consume her face and possibly killing her.” Donnie has what looks like a bright red medical kit, which is most likely what came out of the ambulance. He pulls something out of Leo’s hand and I see it’s a syringe. “This is morphine; it’ll make this a lot easier. I also swiped a bottle of Klonopin, you aren’t allergic are you?” I shake my head, honestly I’d never heard of it. “Okay, good. Might want to hold onto something, this is gonna hurt.” He lifts the syringe to my face and I flail my arm back behind me searching for something to hold onto. A hand grips mine and I don’t hesitate to squeeze it tightly. Donnie’s left hand holds my face steady as he pokes the needle into the skin of my cheek bone. It feels like hot water seeping into my skin, slowly cooling as it crawls throughout my face. My hand tightens around who ever I’m grasping and I let out the breath I’d been holding, the pain finally gone. “That should do it.” He sets the syringe on the table and digs through the med kit. “Since we don’t have skin grafts, and I am not qualified to do that kind of procedure anyways. We are going to use these.” He tears a package and pulls out a pad of gauze that’s wet and tinted yellow. He lays the fabric over the wound, then another one on top of it and tops it with a thick patch of white cotton. It’s all held in place by strips of medical tape. “That does it for the top side. Now for the inside. I have an idea that we can roll up little strips of gauze, coat them with this oral triple antibiotic, and stuff them against your teeth like a dentist would do.”

“Just do it Donnie.” Raph grunts from behind me.

Donatello smiles at me. “Well okay then, take two of these first.” He sets two pills on my tongue and tips a glass of water in along with them; they leave a powdery taste on my tongue and makes me make a sour face. “Haha that’s adorable. Those are sedatives, it’ll help you sleep and in about four hours I’ll wake you up so we can do this all over again!” He laughs happily. “I’ve always wanted to try being a doctor!”

“Stop nerding out and get it done.” I glance back at Raphael, wondering what got him in such a foul mood. But it’s him who has my hand. And not only am I holding his hand, he’s got his two fingers wrapped around my wrist and it swells my heart with comfort and safety.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I got it Raph.” Donnie forces my face back to his and pulls my jaw down, stuffing my right cheek with the rolled gauze.

Mikey laughs from beside me and pats my arm. “We’ll fix you right up little chipmunk.”

“I’d say she’s more of a squirrel.” Leonardo pokes fun at me with a smile.

“Guys, you’re both wrong.” Raphael snorts. “She looks like a beaver.”

  “Amber!”

I shake my head. “Wha- Oh. Raph. Hey.” I look around the room, it’s his bedroom I must’ve fallen asleep waiting for him to get back. “What time did you get back?”

With one of his rare smiles he steps into the room, rids himself of his leather back straps and knee pads. “Just now. I didn’t know you were coming today.”

I fall back against the mattress and flop my arms over my face. “I wasn’t planning today but I woke up sick this morning and I can’t afford to go to a doctor so here I am.” I really hadn’t planned to come, I had made the trek to the minor emergency care clinic to check myself in a maybe get a Z-pac but the line was way too long and looking through my purse I realized I’d blown my last paycheck on Mikey’s birthday present. “That damn Mikey has bankrupted me once again.”

“We told you over and over that you didn’t have to get him anything else, buying dinner for all of us was enough.” Raph rolls his shoulders forwards and backwards, and cracks his neck side to side.

“I owed you guys though.” I say with a heavy sigh.

Raphael groans annoyed, I always brought up the debt I owed the boys. They’d saved my life all those years ago. He grips my forearms and they are pulled away from my face, Raph looms over me with his lips straight lined. “Would you cut it out, that was seven fucking years ago. By now I’m sure I owe you something.” He releases my arms and instead of them falling to my sides they instinctively drift to rest on his shoulders. One of his hands caresses the right side of my face, thumb grazing the bright pink circular scar there. A continuous reminder of just how frightening my childhood was, how much worse it got after the first instance of abuse from my mother, it lead to more serious attacks. But, a trip down the fire escape and Donnie would be here to patch me up and Raphael would always be there to hold my hand when I was scared.

“I love it when you don’t wear makeup.” He whispers like a secret in the space between us. “I’ve always thought scars were cute.”

“Same.” I giggle and raise a hand to skim my fingertips over one scar on his upper lip. Given to him by a bad fight with Leonardo a few years back.

Raphael’s smile widens the slightest bit and he swoops down to press his lips against the scar. He places a series of feather light pecks on the smooth skin there, I gasp at the all too familiar feeling but still just as precious gesture of affection. His lips creep across my face to my lower lip, my eyes fall closed as does my mouth as I anticipate a kiss but he pulls back. Instead, settling a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “You know I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

Keeping my eyes closed, just having him this close to me makes my fingers dig deeper into the muscled flesh of his shoulders. “I know, you always have.” The sensation of his lips finally falling against mine causes me to suck in a gasp of emotion. This boy drives my senses crazy, sets my brain to mush and brings me to the brink of insanity. The kiss is slow, treasured, and passionate. Our transition from friends to so much more then friends was almost as easy as breathing. It was as if nothing changed except us being fully aware of the others emotions, if anything it made things more natural. As our mouths move one of my hands travels down to grip his bicep, the other moving to tickle the sensitive skin where his neck met his shell. Raphael separates our lips with a breathy chuckle. “That’s not fair.” “Totally fair.” I rebuke just as breathlessly. “Oh yeah?” He challenges me. The hand that was once on my face drags down my neck, teasingly past my chest and rests against the base of my rib cage. I gasp. “No Raph! Don’t. No, please no don’t tickle me.” He glares down playfully at me. “Then don’t tickle me, all’s fair in love and war.” “That has nothing to do with a tickle fight. And last time we had one you broke my nose.” I whine mournfully, my nose is still slightly crooked from the altercation. Raphael groans and presses his forehead against mine, nuzzling the side of my nose in an apologetic way. “I have said sorry a million times, and it was an accident.” I nuzzle him back, giving his cheek a kiss. “Let’s just not tickle each other. Ever again. For our own safety, mainly mine.” He nods in agreement. “Yeah.” “Good. Now that that’s been handled, why aren’t you kissing me?” I twist my face to the side and rejoin our lips with a smile.

  So like this is longer than I had expected, but I thought it was cute. Oh and side note- I had two turtles growing up as a kid, Raphael and Stitch. Raphael was ticklish and would bite me when I messed with the back of his neck. So yeah, figured I’d toss that in. Thanks for reading ^~^             

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Late

Leonardo x OC

Title: Late

Pairing: Leonardo x Jamie(OC)

Universe: 2k14

Rating: T(For mild swearing- my deffinition of mild is most likely wrong)

-This is pretty much a bunch of fluffiness because I can ya'know-

Summary: (I'm horrid at these damn things) After an intense training session with Splinter, Leo returns to the lair to find a very annoyed young woman waiting for him in his bedroom.

Side note! I've never written in one of the brothers' point of view, so hopefully this isn't awful! Please send feedback :) It's much apreciated.

Late

I dropped into the sewer behind Splinter."That was harsh guys, what did we do that was so horrible we deserved this!" Mikey groaned out pitifully. He, as well as the rest of us, had been forced into training above ground with Master for the day. Why above ground I'll never know, but after jumping rooftop to rooftop for the past three hours trying to catch sensei; all of us were worn out.

"Stop your complainin' it wasn't that bad." I mutter and try to hide the undignified weakness in my voice. 

Donnatello clicked away at the buttons of a device strapped to his forearm, sighing a dozen times before speaking. "After preforming all the calculations, we should have at least kept up with him. His body mass times his weight gives him great speed, but adding in his age his stamina shouldn't have lasted that long."

Raphael grunts and rolls his eyes boredly. "Calm your shit Donnie. We've never caught him before." Which was a true statement. Ever since Master started teaching us martial arts we always had the training exercise of 'capture the flag' Splinter being the flag. He usually out ran us a kids but now with how far we've come since then, it's almost annoying that we haven't caught him yet.

Splinter, whose been walking behind us this whole time with a satisfied smirk on his face, chuckled at our complaints. "Maybe one day my sons. But for now, accept defeat with dignity."

I stop walking and turn to bow to him respectfully. "Congradulations on yet another win." As the leader, my brothers follow my lead and bow as well -minus Raphael-.

We all start walking back to the lair again, to tired to be bothered with running or gliding. No one says anything else until we reach the tunnel opening and file into the dojo. After hanging our weapons back on the wall and taking off the rest of our gear, Mikey jumps up suddenly energized. "Who wants italian?!"

Donnatello heaves a sigh. "I'll take a slice, wait. No, better make it two. We all need to carb up after burning so many calories today, plus we missed lunch." Always the one to add a sicentific side to everything.

Mikey runs off into the kitchen to get the left over pizza out of the fridge and start reheating it. Donnatello and I follow him at a much lazier pace and plop down on the couch. "Shit I'm beat. I have no idea why that sucked so much energy out of me." I massage the aching joints in my left knee and groan.

Donnie pushes his sliding glasses back up his nose. "Logically speaking, we ran out of energy so quickly because we didn't have the proper nutrition for that level of training. I suggest we up our protein intake by 45% and reduce our intake of soda by 20%."

"Never gonna happen brah." Mikey retorts from the kitchen. "Orange crush in my life, I'm not giving it up just so I can win at Capture the Splinter."

Raphael moves into the room and throws himself against the oposite couch. "Hey Mikey toss me one of those Orange Crushes."

Mikey slouches his shoulders and juts out his lower lip in a pout. "Come on guys you're runnin down my stash."

Donnie shrugs his shoulders passively, not concerned about the matter like our younger brother. "We can just ask Jamie to buy some more the next time she goes out." There a perfect solution.

Wait. Jamie. We didn't eat lunch today. Oh shit Jamie and I were supposed to have lunch today! Instantly I'm on my feet and dashing for the tunnel, if I run fast enough I can make it to her house in fifteen minutes. I hault in my movements. Jamie is a busy person, two jobs to afford her one bedroom house downtown. I should probably call her first, it's jsut after four she might still be at work. Ignoring the comments from my brothers I run down the hallway to my room to grab the phone. When I open my door I turn to my left and grab the phone off the edge of night stand, not noticing a person sitting on my bed.

Someone clears their throat behind me and I start at the sound, rotating to face them. Jamie sits there, headphones around her neck and blonde hair tied up. "You are late." She says calmly, one brow raised in question. "Where the fuck were you?"

For some reason I can't form a response. I open my mouth several times to answer her but the knowing glint in her eyes makes me weak in the knees. She knows I forgot...again. She knows and I feel like a sorry excuse for a boyfriend. Sighing I hang my head in shame. "I had training with Splinter and I lost track of time-"

"A simple phone call would have been nice." She snaps finally loosing her calm demener. "I showed up here at one o'clock with a bag full of take out and no one is here. I figure, hmm maybe they went out, maybe something came up and they had to rush out. I assumed I would at least get a phone call telling me you needed a rain check. Or maybe tell me you're okay because last time you didn't show up for a date you were bleeding out because of a foot clan attack!" She's got fury swirling in her baby blue eyes, all directed at me. I take her words and let her voice her anger, knowing full well how much I deserve it. Jamie's arms fold over her chest and she swivles her neck. "I've been sitting her for the past three hours trying not to have a panic attack! For fucks sake Leo you have a phone for a reason!"

I search for something to say to calm her down, but her worries are justified. I've been careless and haven't been considerate at all. It's a new feeling belonging to someone, having to check in with someone other then Splinter. Another person who cares about me just as much as my family and all I do is constantly worry her. "I don't have any excuses, I've been horribly unfair."

She sneers antagonizingly at me with knitted brows. "That's the understatement of the year. Leonardo I can't handle this dismissive outlook you give me. I have been with you for almost a year now and not once have you given me any inclanation to stay." Jamie places her hands on her hips, gaze softening into a broken look of dejection. "I swear Leo I can't take much more of this treatment."

I stare at her horrified, of course we've had this conversation before and it's always reminded me how expendable I am. But not once before has she actually threatened me with her walking out. There's only one of her, but there a a million guys on the surface that are lining up for her. "I..I promise I will be better at this." But by the look she's giving me I know she doesn't believe me, I've said it before one too many times and now it's going to take more to convince her. "You know how hard it is for us to just let people in. I mean you could walk out of here at any second and never come back and I would be heart broken."

"With the way you've been acting it's like you want me to leave, you don't want to get attached to me because you're scared I'll leave. FYI Leo I haven't left yet, so it's perfectly fine to get attached to me." Jamie's got tears in her eyes now. "Because fuck Leo I'm attached to you."

Tension fills the space between us, all I want to do is step closer, close the distance. Wrap her up and tell her she's got nothing to worry about but her eyes warn me not to do so. She wants me to say something, defend myself and show her I really mean what I say. "I know- I want-" I take a steading breath. "I'm sorry. There's nothing i've ever been more sorry for. What can I do to fix it, make it up to you. Is there anything I can do?"

She exhales exasperatedly not meeting my eyes instead looking to the side at the wall. "At this point I'm not sure Leo." My chest tightens painfully, preparing for her last strike. She's done with me now and nothing I say can fix it. Squeezing my eyes shut so I don't have to face her when she does. "But, I think having that take out I brought and watching a movie will smooth it over for now." My eyes snap open in disbelief when our eyes meet she has a smile on her lips. "But you have to start being more considerate of me Leo. I mean it this time, this is the last chance you get." Even with her bright smile I can tell her words are more serious then ever, she means it.

I nod my head rapidly suddenly filled with a huge sense of relief, I get another chance. I can't afford to screw it up this time or I'll lose her. A smile breaks across my own face, it slids into a playful smirk and I finally take those few steps seperating us and grab her hands, pulling her up off the bed. "Did you get the pot stickers Mikey likes so much? Because the second he smells it he's gonna ask for some."

Jamie inclines on her toes her face is closer to mine. "Why would I come without enough for everyone in the class? Who do you think I am?"

Leaning down to met her half way I whisper against her lips. "I think you're the most beautiful girl and I'm the luckiest guy because you put up with my shit."

Her giggle is a breath against my lips that makes me smile. "Damn straight." She presses up to join our lips softly and pulls away just as quickly as she laid them there. "Oh and I get to pick the movie."

I tilt my head back and groan. "I'm not sure if I can survive another Harry Potter movie."

"Too bad, it's punishment for your bad behavior." She pecks my lips again. "Toughen up captian, deal with it."

"Yes Ma'am." I smile gently and rejoin our mouths again.

I'll never be late again.

(OMG that was so shitty XD but it's what I came up with this morning and wrote it in about an hour)