As you can probably tell, this is my first fanfic. It's a little AU. In this, the guys were about 1 when Splinter found them, so that would make them about 3 years younger than my OC. Any ideas are welcome. Please R&R! Hope you enjoy it!
"Daddy?"
The middle-aged man smiled down at the four-year-old who was holding onto his hand tightly. "Yes, hon?"
"I can't wait to see Splinter again! Uncle will be surprised to see us, won't he?"
The man gray-haired man chuckled. "I'm sure Splinter will be excited to see you too. But I don't think anything could surprise your uncle. He'll know we're there before we even knock on the door. Like last time, remember?"
"Just like you knew it was him the last time he came over." The child stated. "How do you guys do that?" The little face looked up at his, expression confused.
The father laughed. "Lots of practice. You'll be able to do that too, in time. If you keep up with your studies."
"I will, Daddy. Look! We're here!" The child pulled away from him, running into the small apartment, not even bothering to knock.
"Uncle Yoshi, we're here!" called a little voice from the foyer. No answer. "Uncle Yoshi?" The child walked into the room that had recently been converted into a dojo, followed closely by dad.
Not until they passed the threshold did they finally see the body lying in an unnatural angle on the floor.
"Uncle Yoshi!"
Annie jerked awake, panting. It wasn't long before she was able to calm herself down. She was used to this. That particular dream haunted her alot. Especially on the anniversary of Yoshi's death. She glanced at the clock. 2:15. Figures. She untangled herself from the sheets with a sigh. There was absolutely no way she'd be able to go back to sleep now.
Quickly, Annie changed into her black ninja suit, buckled her silver belt and tied her silver mask over her eyes. The only way to get her mind off things was to go on patrol. Daddy hated her going out after midnight, but what else was she supposed to do? Better to ask forgiveness then permission, she thought, a wry smile on her lips.
She tucked her weapons into her belt and left a note for her father on the kitchen counter before slipping out into the cool, noisy New York night.
Annie had been patrolling for about an hour, but all was quiet. As quiet as the City that Never Sleeps could be. Absolutely nothing was happening. No muggings, no grand theft auto. Nothing. Sighing, she turned around and started back home when she heard a loud crash and someone yelling in a Brooklyn accent.
'Better to ask forgiveness then permission' is a quote from Eragon.
Bet you can't guess who Annie heard! Okay, you probably can...