Authors note: I do not claim ownership over anything related to the TMNT franchise, past, present, or future. I simply love the stories, the movie (can't wait for the next bay verse movie) and I got the muse to cook something up for others who love the 2014 edition of TMNT. Enjoy! And please, feel free to review!
After foiling Shredder and Sack's evil plan to poison the city, the turtles returned to what was left of the previously secret hideout, nursing their injured sensei back to health with what was left of the mutagen. April O'Neil, their newest friend on the surface, had joined in their attempt to pick up the pieces, but when all efforts proved futile, help came from her ex-coworker Vern Fenwick. Having abandoned the family business, he handed the keys to an old warehouse over to the turtles, who have spent the last few months building it up to their standards. Since she is jobless, and turned Vern's offer at moving in with him down, she has taken up residence with them as well. She has her own quarters for privacy, and has taken on the role of mother hen while she hunts for a new job and can get on her feet again. In the meantime, she trains with the guys so she's not quite so defenseless and weak.
While the Shredder is out of commission, things have quieted down a bit, allowing for Master Splinter to fully recover. However, the group is still on edge from the last attack and they are constantly looking over their shoulders and over analyzing ever shadow. Enemies, however, are slowly planning their next moves, which target the turtles and any resources they may have on the surface. Included in these resources is the newly appointed city commissioner, Darren Reynolds, who had his hands dirtied by Sacks sinister doings. He did, however, back out last minute, which kept his name clean. While he has never personally met the turtles, he has a protective deal with them through contact with Donatello. A card he will soon have to deal.
In the mean time, April spends her time applying for jobs, and trying to nourish the boys with something other than pizza. This mornings selection: fresh fruit and pancakes. Raphael was the first to emerge from the training session, his nerves riled. "Man, I'm tired of being holed up in here. It's been too quiet." He slumped into his seat, tossing a combination of fruit onto his plate, grabbing a cool bottle of water from the table. Behind him, April smirked into her coffee mug, humming her agreement. She sat on the counter, ankles crossed and hair in a messy bun. She quietly observed the other three with her cerulean eyes as they lumbered up to the table.
Michaelangelo flopped into a seat, first thrusting an entire two pancakes into his open mouth before winking at April, who snorted and sputtered on her coffee. "Sorry Angelcakes. I know I'm sexy, but you've gotta chill when drinking hot liquids... At least around me." Leonardo sat next to him, gently elbowing him as he settled, earning a cry of pain from Mikey. "I think it was just your caveman style of eating that won her over." Mikey glared and chugged on his water bottle. "Whatever bro..." Donatello took a position at the sink, starting early on his morning chore of washing the dishes. "Yes, Mikey, your uncivilized behavior will surely win April's heart. Because cleanliness and organization are not valued traits in a mate for April." She cringed at the scientific talk about her love life, and quickly finished her long since cooled coffee. "On that note; I've got an interview to get ready for at the university."
"Good luck!" The boys all chimed in, polishing off the rest of breakfast. As April went to hop off the counter, she hit the small puddle Donnie's dishes had formed on the floor and gravity won the battle. Bracing herself for impact, she squealed when she was snatched in mid air and spun, landing in a pose most tango dances finish in. Cracking her eyes, she stared up into the amber eyes of the misunderstood behemoth, Raphael. "Oh, um, thanks Raphael." She blushed as he righted her away from the slick spot, and dashed to her room to get ready. Raphael turned and sent Donnie a withering glare, who cowered back and gulped sheepishly. Dropping his towel in the floor, he mopped up the water and caught the warning glare from Splinter. "You may add laundry to your list today, Donatello." Splinter returned to his quarters for meditation, and Leo shook his head as the others dispersed.
Hopefully something came up, before they all went insane. Glancing over at the sound of April's phone buzzing, he shrugged and went to meditate as well. Little did he know, a voicemail was about to change everything. And within thirty minutes of meditation, he was rudely awaken by April's screeching about an emergency and why nobody had answered her phone. Well, there went the rest of his meditation session.