Chapter Summary: Beck crashed down to the cement below her, the green figure beside her taking in shallow, slow breaths as she met his warm hazel eyes. She could see him slowly falling unconscious and lifted by more green. She felt warm, strong hands wrap around her shoulders, lifting her up from the concrete as everything faded into darkness.

Authors Note: Due to the plot and universe, the Turtles will be in their 20's. From the start of the 4Kids series they were about 14 or 15, which would put them around 18 by the end of the series realistically speaking, possibly older when you include the 'Lost Episodes.' Exact ages for this fanfiction will be mapped out later on. This fanfiction will include but not limited to: The Ninja Tribunal, The Shredder coming back from whatever type of death, Karai taking revenge, and lots of interesting plot points and twists.

"Beck...! Beck! Get up, numb nuts!" She lifted her eyes slowly. Warm, blinding summer sun hit her lids. Groaning, she lifted her head to meet eyes with her violet haired brother, and the head of their company.

"Why'd you have to wake me, Clyde?" He slapped her with his notebook gently and playfully on her shoulder.

"Today is the final day to get everything ready for the collection. We don't have much time, and this has to hit the runway at 9 on the dot. No later, no sooner." His green eyes met her gray ones. "I know you need rest, but work comes first."

"Alright..." She yawned, stretching her sides. "When do you need me on the streets for the stuff?"

"Now."

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"Hey Don!" Raph called, pounding on the metal door that lead to his brothers science lab.

"I know, I know its almost time but I'm nearing a break through!" His door was forced open by the hot head, finding his nose stuck in a book and his hand idly writing at the speed of light and his arm in a sling. Calculators and various mechanics littered his desk. He paused his reading and writing to look through a particular piece of technology.

"Whaddya do to yourself this time, Donnie?" He leaned against the door jam, crossing his arms.

"I needed a tissue sample to cross reference it with Casey and Aprils to see if certain compatibilities were similar enough to feed my curiosity. Turns out, we can actually-"

"Alright, regular brainiac stuff. Ya hurt enough to need to stay home?" He shrugged, noticing his lack of padding and wraps.

"I'm fine, just needed it until the pain went down. I'll meet you topside." With that, Raph pushed himself off the door jam and started heading up along with his other brothers. They always met at the same rooftop, the same apartments, at the same time. So routine, and Raphael hated it. What was the fun if nothing exciting happened other than busting a few heads and a few holidays with April and Casey? But it's not like they could spend much time with them, they were more occupied with their 2 year old twins, Angelique and Max. They were adorable, yes, but due to how energized they were all the time they needed their parents full attention, so much that April almost had to shut down her antique shop at one point when they were babies.

The thought of children had passed all their minds at one point. They all desired that one thing that seemed impossible, that seemed forbidden. They knew their only other option besides Humans were their other-worldly friends, and that didn't seem appealing to any of them. It was very slim any of them would find love anyway, with how closed minded Humans can be, and it was even slimmer they'd find someone of their own kind.

He never thought they could cross species either, seeing how they were part turtle and their DNA was almost entirely changed (You know the story). Raphael always thought they were too different to reproduce with any species, even if they could breed with each other even if one of them was female – Yes he'd thought of it before, although they treated each other like brothers, Donnie had determined that the possibilities of them being related from a pet store was small, so they couldn't possibly be truly related.

But that didn't matter now. Protecting their city did, and they would never stop. He thought for a split second if anyone was in the apartments below the rooftop they warmed up on or if it was empty storage, but dismissed the thought with a quick thud of a backflip.