I know I shouldn't even be thinking of starting a new fic! But I couldn't help it! It's been stuck in my mind and I had to get it out!

Any who for those of you that are reading my other TMNT story Delusory I'm still writing the next chapter! I just hit a bit of a writters block but I will finish that story!...eventually

Anyway this story takes place soon after the episode in 2k12 series episode "Slash and Destroy" where Slash (Spike) falls down from the building.

Just a heads up this will be a slow update story until I finish my other TMNT story and it will also be a short story too...hopefully. I'm hoping it will be no longer than 10 chapters but will see how that turns out.

I don't proofread my chapters! Lol I just dish them out as I write them cause I'm too lazy to do it!

Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT. But I do own my OCs!

Enjoy!

She was angry. No, she was beyond angry. She was fucking pissed off! She had been through this so many times and she was tired of it! However she didn't let it show on her face but she knew her boss could sense her mood as they both sat in his office in silence. He shifted slightly under her narrowed gazed and cleared his throat before he finally spoke to her.

"Look Anna" he sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose in defeat "You're a hard worker, really you are! But this isn't working out like I hoped it would and I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go"

Her jaw clenched and she shook her head letting out a sharp breath of utter annoyance. She stood up quickly making the chair she sat on fall back at the sudden movement.

"Anna wait! Just let me explain!" her boss or should she say her ex-boss now, quickly followed her movements "It's just that that we need people that can interact with customers―" she cut him off by turning around and giving him a cold stare as she ripped out a page from her notebook she had prewritten days before and shoved it into his chest as she stormed out of his office.

Save it. I've heard it all before. He stared at the written words on the page she had given him and sighed.

She didn't wait to see his reaction and frankly she could care less. She just wanted to get out of this place. She ran out the back door and took the alley to the next street where her old beat up truck was parked. In anger she began to kick her tire repeatedly. Growing more violent with each kick and thought that went through her mind.

She had seen the signs.

Kick.

Less days to work and on top of that less hours.

Kick. Kick.

She knew she was going to get fired.

Kick.

And it wasn't the first time.

She gritted her teeth and slammed the side of her fist on the side of her truck making a small dent. She quickly cradled it to her chest in pain. As best as she could she grabbed her keys from her pocket and opened the door settling herself inside and slamming the door shut with her good hand. Her vision became blurry from the unshed tears. She gripped the stirring wheel with her good hand while the other laid in her lap, resting her forehead on the stirring wheel she let the tears she had been holding fall freely.

Could this day get any worse? She thought miserably.

And if as some unforeseen force had heard her. Something slammed into the back over her truck. Hard enough that it made her air bags go off and slam her head on the back of her seat. She groaned in pain began to dis-inflate the airbag in front of her.

I had to ask. She thought bitterly and turned around carefully to see what had caused the damage. Her eyes widen at the site. There laid a large unconscious mutant turtle on the back of her truck. Spikes protruded out from different place on his body. At least she thought it was a he. It also had sharp claws on both hands and feet not to mention his mouth was jagged giving it a dangerous predatory look. It was still alive if the slow rising of his chest…er…plastron was anything to go by.

She swallowed thickly. Her body quickly beginning to move on its own. She grabbed a large blue tarp that she kept under her seat along with some rope and began to tie the tarp in place to hide his form from view. She had no idea what she was doing or why she was even doing it. But something told her that she had to save it…him?

When she was done she quickly climbed back in her truck and put her keys in the ignition.

Please still work. Please still work! She begged her truck. The engine roared to life and she sighed in relief. Now the true test came. Could it still drive? She shifted it to drive and carefully pressed of the gas petal. The truck gave a jerk but slowly and surely it began to move forward. She pressed the petal harder there was a groan of protest but it continued moving forward a bit fast. Her stirring wheel kept jerking to the side which she could only assume that her axle wasn't aligned anymore yet she continued on back to her place.

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