Disclaimer: I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, so all the lawyers can leave me alone.

The story of this fanfic and its characters belong to AmyLeeFan and me, who are partners in this little tale. I hope it turns out well.

It was a cold autumn night as our terrapin heroes roamed around from roof to roof of the giant skyscrapers of New York City. It had been quite a quiet night outside; ironically New York was called the "city that never sleeps". The turtles were wandering the night as part of stealth training, and also to help out anyone attacked by any street punks and muggers. They would always save the day, but were rarely thanked for it because of their appearance. Calling the person who just saved your life a monster—now that was irony.

Michelangelo, the orange-head banded turtle was getting tired of looking at empty streets and wanted some excitement. He and his brothers separated to better examine the city and looked on his corner of the Big Apple with no luck. He looked around for anything and everything, but it was just another average and boring night for him. Michelangelo always got a jolt in his heart when he could do something incredible like his favourite superheroes, but knew some people would just judge him by first glance and assume him as something evil. For once, he felt sad, but as listened to the cold breeze, he heard music.

"Huh?" Mikey wondered. "Where the shell is that coming from?"

He followed the music to what looked like an old theatre, full of punk and goth styled teens. It sounded as though there was a concert going on. Now Michelangelo was finally getting excited.

After finding his way inside without being seen, he learned there was a "Battle of the Bands" contest going on. The music he heard before was still being played, by a band known as Dark Angels. The group consisted of punk and a few goth-dressed band players, and the only girl was the lead singer. As Michelangelo listened to the lyrics she was singing, he became depressed. They were quite dark and very sad, but the audience paid more attention to the rock music. Michelangelo wasn't close to the band, but he felt like the girl was about to cry any minute. Her song sounded like someone—possibly herself—was about to let go on life, but something kept her to hold on, and they were grateful. The girl had long black hair with purple highlights and wore a black corset top and black combat boots. When the song finished, the audience broke into an uproar of cheering.

"So this is where you've been!"

Michelangelo turned around with a scream to find his brothers, Raphael, Leonardo, and Donatello.

"Mikey, what the shell are you doing over here?" Raphael asked.

Mikey was still quaking from the sudden shock. "Umm…I just heard music and I thought I'd check it out. That's all."

"I did hear something about a 'Battle of the Bands' contest on this side of town. Looks like it's a full house tonight."

Don began to chuckle. "Maybe Mikey came hear so he could hear that girl sing."

Michelangelo blushed as his brothers began to chuckle. He didn't have a crush on that girl. Then again, maybe he did. To take his mind off of it, he looked to the stage to find the Dark Angels won the contest and a giant cheque of five thousand dollars. Once everyone began to leave after they burst into a roar of cheering and final farewells, the turtles headed out.

Still looking for any trouble, they began to look around the theatre for any signs of suspicion. Meanwhile, Michelangelo was looking for the lead singer of Dark Angels. There was something about her that made him feel different, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He suddenly spotted her and the rest of the band, loading of their instruments in their car. Her band kept trying to give her the cheque, but she kept refusing it.

"Guys, I don't want it!" she kept yelling, "I do not need your charity!"

"C'mon, Amy," One of her band members said, "You need this a whole lot more than we do."

"Caleb's right," Another band member said. "Once we play one more show and get a record deal, we're sure to have enough for all of us."

"It's not about the money…" Amy said quietly. Finally giving in, she sighed. "Okay, I'll take it, but this is going to be the last time"

Michelangelo didn't know what was going on with her, but he was feeling a lot of pity in his stomach. However, there was an unrecognizable feeling he had that was not caused by pity. He saw her walk into the car with the cheque tucked under her arm, but as she was about to open the door, a pair of shadowy hands grabbed her and pulled her into the dark alley. He and the band gasped as she began to scream, and then suddenly stopped. Then, a couple of thugs came out of the shadows and pulled out a gun for each hand.

"Okay," the first one said. "Anybody tries anything funny and she and the rest of you are going to die!"

"Just hand over all of your money and the cheque and you'll all be spared as long as you don't rat on us!" Another yelled.

Caleb and the others slowly got out of the car with their hands up and tossed all of their money onto the ground with the guns still pointed at their heads. Meanwhile, Amy had begun to regain consciousness, but as she tried to force herself up, another crook grabbed her by the throat, blocking out the air from her lungs.

"It looks like the little lady didn't get the message." The third one said. "What'll we do with her boss?"

"She defied our orders, but since I'm such a nice guy, we'll just make her death quick and painless!"

The third crook threw her to the ground like a rag doll, causing her arms and a bit of her head to bleed. Her band screamed that she was unconscious during the threat and begged them to stop, but they had to stop, otherwise they'd be killed too. Suddenly, as the crook readied his gun at Amy's head, he was grabbed up and lured into the shadows by a certain Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.

"Don't you know it's wrong to hit a girl?" Mikey asked teasingly. "And it's even worse if you use a gun."

Then, he dropped the guy back on his feet, but right before knocking him out with a forceful punch.

The other two were about to fire at the teens because of the sudden attack, but then two more creatures in the shadows pulled then into the darkness and gave them the beating of their lives. When it was all over, Caleb and the others rushed to Amy's side, where she was still lying on the ground, not noticing the Turtles still hiding in the shadows.

"Derek, is she alright?" Caleb asked.

The teen, Derek placed his thumb over Amy's wrist, seeing if there was a pulse. "Her pulse is a little slow, but she'll be fine."

"Good thing we have a geek like you in the band." One of the other band players chuckled.

"Shut up, Akira!"

Then, they were all suddenly pulled up by an unknown force and pulled up to the roofs in a very shadowy face. They didn't know what it was; they were just praying not to get killed. Of course, it was the Turtles who pulled them up to the roof, trying not to draw any attention. When they all finally got to a good place, Leonardo handed them the money that was stolen, including the cheque.

"I believe this stuff was stolen from you." Leo said. "Well, you're okay now, so you can just go now."

They were about to leave with their money, but then they noticed Amy waking up, and punching Michelangelo hard in the jaw since she had no idea what was going on.

"You'd better get away from me, you thieving freak!"

"Great," Mikey thought. "I just saved her life and she still thinks I'm a freak—the wrong one, but a freak nonetheless."

Kicking him out into the open of the roof, Amy was ready to take Michelangelo down. The Turtles and her band tried to stop her, but she still went for it. She tried to punch him, again, but as he got up, Michelangelo blocked it.

"Will you get a grip!" Mikey shouted. "I am not…

Then suddenly, Michelangelo and Amy gasped as they got a better look at each other. They began to back away from each other as Amy's friends came to her side like the Turtles did for their brother. When he looked into her eyes, Michelangelo began to feel a wild beating in his heart and finding it difficult to breathe. Amy felt the same thing in her chest, but she couldn't tell if it was out of fear or something else. She found it weird to feel this way about a humanoid turtle, but there was something in his eyes that soothed her anguished soul.

"Hey, you've got some nerve beating down on our brother like that!" Leo shouted to Amy.

Raph took out his sais and twirled them in each hand. "Don't try messing with us again, 'cause I'm just itching for a fi—

"Guys, stop it!" Mikey yelled as he defended Amy. "You guys are treating me like a baby! And besides, she was just trying to defend herself. Isn't that—

He was about to ask if he was right, but she suddenly fainted in fear and exhaustion. Michelangelo rushed to her side, but the band blocked his way.

"Get away from Amy, you creep!" Derek shouted.

Don walked over to them. "Look, we're just going to treat her wounds back at our lair and then—

"Yeah, right," Akira growled. "You're just a bunch of creeps! Besides, we barely even know all of you."

Raphael gave them an evil eye, which made them keep quiet for a while. "Here's the deal:" he said. "We take her in, nurse her back to health, and bring her back home. That's that."

It took them a minute for them to think about it, but they all finally accepted the deal.

"Okay," Caleb said, "But if she's not back by noon tomorrow, we'll find you and take you down."

After thanking them in a way, they headed down off of the roof down an emergency fire ladder, leaving Amy in their hands.

"C'mon," Leo said, "Let's get back and find a safe place for her before Master Splinter found out."

Ready to get back, the Turtles jumped off of the roof and found their way down the nearest manhole. Michelangelo was the one carrying her, and clutched her tightly as he hoped she would get better as they headed for home.

Well, there's the beginning of another story. I hope you'll all enjoy it. Just read and review.