A/N: This story follows the cartoon time line. But don't worry, I'll have titles and when (need be) little summeries.
Also I should add (for suspense reason) any disclaimers will be at the bottom of the chapter from now on.
(Enjoy)

After 'The Shredder Strikes'

Run Away

An oval shadowed figure ran down the streets of New York in the pouring rain. "Figures." It griped, while holding a pizza box above its head. It was a futile attempt to shelter it. The hood of a tan sweatshirt clung to sides of the figure's face, as does the kaki pants to its legs, because they were both soaked with water.

"We decided to have pizza tonight and the place doesn't deliver. So you're the one that will have to go get it, Donny." The shadow ducked under an awning for a brief moment of to give his arms a rest. "Why me?' I asked them, 'It's your idea.'" He ran from the awning towards the park. His hope was that the trees would provide better shelter from the rain than the pizza box. "Because you were voted to.' Mikey tells me. 'It's not far.' Leo tells me. Not far my foot." Donatello gripped the pizza box a little in anger. "Now I'm stuck running around in the rain. And I told them it's going to rain too. But do they listen to me? No. Raph just pushes me out the door and tells me, 'Better get going before it starts.'"

The young turtle gave a loud grunt of frustration. "Sure it was a good idea then, cause it wasn't raining. But what about now? Didn't bother to expect it to rain on the return trip, did they? Of course not. Now it's pouring and I'm soaked to the bone. I don't wanna hear any complaining when they get mushy pizza, that's all I have to say."

In the park the trees gave some shelter, but not as much as Donatello hoped for. Every so often water would fall from tree limbs that could no longer bear to hold the weight and splashed down upon the young turtle. After awhile Don's arms tire from holding the pizza box over his head and he lowers them to waist level. "Couldn't take the sewers, because they're swollen with the extra water from the storm." He slowed his running down to trot, so he could avoid large puddles that littered his path. "Couldn't take the Battle Shell, because its tires need changing. And speaking of which, do I get no help with that or the time to do it? Absolutely not. Couldn't bother to waste their time…*mumble…grumble*"

Donatello continued to rant to himself as he made his way through the park. Halfway through he to a rather large puddle that he wished very much to avoid. Unfortunately something slammed into him just as he was about to carefully walk around. This caused him to land in it face first and on top of the pizza box.

A splash to the right of the young turtle told him that he was not alone. 'Just my luck.' He thought while using his hands to push up onto his knees and spits out a mouthful of water. "Do you think it would have killed you to have watched where you were going?" He asked sarcastically while turning to his right.

The figure next him was as soaked as Don was. A red hood covered the head, so he couldn't see the face. "R…run." A girl's voice panted as she pushed herself up on her hands and knees. "You never saw me and you never talked to me. It's for your own safety." She jumped to her feet, her black pants and red jacket clinging to her. The girl takes a second to glimpse behind her, before running the path. There she comes to a fork path and veers right.

Forgetting the pizza, Donatello jumps to his feet. "Whoa…wait a minute!" He cries as he goes after her. The girl was fast, so it took him a moment to catch up. "What's going on?"

"Mind your own business!" The girl cried back. "(Huff) Worry about yourself!" She quickens her speed.

Donatello quickened his speed also. "I'll worry about myself (huff) once I figure out what's going on." He grabbed the girl's arm when he was close enough and pulls her to a stop.

"Let me go!" The girl ordered. "I have to get out of here before they get me." She tried to pull her arm from the young turtle's grasp, but he kept a good hold. He then grabbed the girl's other arm and pulls her in front of him to get a good look.

The girl's face was white and sort of oval. She looked at Don with worry in her semi almond shape eyes. They were brown, just like the bits of hair that wasn't tucked into her hood. The hair just clung to her face, because it was soaked with rainwater.

Now while Donatello as looked into her hood, the girl looked into his. The young turtle assumed his hood was casting a shadow over his face, so girl couldn't see it properly. She gave no reaction to his look. "Who is after you?" He asked.

"Foot soldiers are." The girl told him anxiously. "They'll be after you too if you don't get out of here…and away from me!"

"Foot soldiers!" Donatello said with surprise. "Why are they after you?"

"I…I don't know! I mean, I didn't stick around to find out." The girl looked around nervously. "Now you really have to go now."

Donatello tried to her calm. "No I don't, I can help you."

The girl pleaded with him. "N…no. I can't involve any more people. Please, I don't need any more guilt on my conscience. Really, the man after me has destroyed so much. So much that…I can't take it anymore." She tried again to pull free from Don's grip. "Please, I have to go."

A snide voice called. "Too late for that now girlie." A tall man, decked out in the usual punk clothes, came out from behind a tree. "You've run far enough and we're tire of being wet." He swung a long chain in his left hand and a purple dragon tattoo could be seen on the back of that hand. "The boss wants to see ya and we're here to deliver ya."

About nine other Purple Dragons came from behind the trees to join their leader. Two were also holding chains, three were holding bats, two had knives, and two wore brass knuckles.

Donatello said as he released the girl's arms. "I do believe the lady doesn't want to go out with you jerks." He struck a defensive pose in front of her. "And if you'll want her, you'll have to go through me first."

"You heard the man." The lead Purple Dragon said as he pointed at Don. "Destroy him Dragons." The ones with brass knuckles were the first to attack. Both took a swing at Don's head, but he ducked under their fists and trips them with a sweep kick.

Next to come were the three Purple Dragons wielding bats. One guy took a swing for Don's head as the young turtle was standing back up. Don fell onto his back to avoid the attack, grabs the leg of his attacker, and yanks the leg out from under him.

A second Purple Dragon tried to bring his bat down on the turtle's middle, but Donatello caught it with his free hand. He twisted the bat out of the guy's hand and uses it to trip him. After that, Don jumped to his feet as the last Purple Dragon with a bat took a swing at the turtle's backside. When bat hit his shell, it shattered into many pieces. Donatello waved a finger at the punk that held the destroyed bat. "Made of poor wood." He did a swinging back kick and sent the guy flying.

Donatello looked around, while he straightened up, to see who was going to challenge him next. "Didn't know you could fight." He commented, when he saw the girl standing casually, swinging a chain. At her feet were the owner of that chain, two other men and their chains.

The girl's hood had fallen off, due to the small scuffle, showing that her brown hair was long enough to surpass her shoulders by a couple inches. "You never asked, just assumed." She tossed some hair away from her face. "Besides, I can't let you have all the fun now, can I?" A slight grin appeared on her face for a brief moment before it turned serious once more. "Duck!" She swung the chin in a large circle, sending an end towards the turtle.

Donatello bent down in time for it to go over his backside. The chain end knocked the knives from the last two Purple Dragons. Then, with the flick of her wrist, the girl whipped the chain back as Don straightened up in time to catch punches from the unarmed men and back-flip kicks them past her. When he jumped back to his feet, the hood of his sweatshirt falls off. Panicking, the young turtle wrestled to pull it back on.

The girl said with her head cocked to one side. "So you're not sick." Her hands were behind her back, the chain swaying lightly.

"She's teamed up with one of them turtles." A lackey Purple Dragon said. "Boy, the boss will be delighted if we bring them both in." He charged towards them.

"If you can bring us in." The girl said as she kicked the back of the guy's legs, causing them to buckle. As he fell the girl brought her heel down on his ribs, to make sure he'd stay down. "Let's get out of here before the Foot come. They can't be far behind." The girl threw chain away, ran over to Don, and grabbed his hand in order to pull him along.

Not being given much of a choice, Donatello goes with her. He takes a brief moment to look behind him and faintly sees through the pouring rain about a couple dozen Foot soldiers chasing after them. "Well this can't be good." He commented. "Must be really something to have that many after you."

"No time to talk, must keep moving." The girl puffed as they moved more into the center of the park. In a short amount of time they came to a lake. "Dive in." She ordered. "Quickly."

Donatello started to protest. "But…"

"We're already soaked from the rain." The girl told him. "A little more water won't matter. Dive in!" She grabbed a couple of reeds and hands one to Don before jumping into the lake. "These will give us air while we're under."

"They'll just come in after us." Donatello pointed out as he jumped in. "I mean we could be seen in here."

"Trust me on this. The lake is as good a place as any to hide." The girl stuck the reed in her mouth and dove under the water. She held the other end of the reed out above the surface.

Donatello looked from the reed he held in his hand to the lake. 'What could it hurt?' He let out a sigh before diving under the water with the girl, holding his reed out as well.

The two beings swam out to the middle of the lake and looked through the surface of the water to see Foot soldiers come to a stop at the edge of it. Don could see that the Foot had binoculars and were scanning the lake for them. When the black-wearing ninjas started looking in their direction, Don was sure that they could see him and the girl. He tugged on the girl sleeve and motioned that they should swim to the other side of the lake.

In return the girl motioned that they should stay put. Not understanding what the big deal was about staying where they are, and thinking it was a bad idea to do so, Don shrugged his shoulders. The two beings watch as the Foot looked around until the leader-of-the-pack pointed out directions for them to split up in.

After the last of the Foot soldiers leave, the girl motioned that she was going to go up. At first Don was skeptical about this move, but seeing that she had proven she obviously knew what she's doing he nodded and motioned that he would stay put.

Slowly the girl surfaced, in order to minimize the ripples in the water. When she saw that things were safe, she motioned for Don to come up and join her. "Seems the coast is clear…for now."

"How did you know they weren't going to come into the water and look for us?" Donatello asked while they swam for shore. "The lake isn't very big."

The girl said nonchalantly as she pulled herself from lake. "I just knew." She held out her hand to Don. "I've been running from these guys since I came to New York." He raised an eyebrow as he took it and the girl helped him out of the lake. "Here isn't the greatest place to talk. Don't know when they'll be back." Since she never really let go of his hand, the girl yanked him with her once more.

"Whoa, where are we going now?" Donatello asked while he was, once again, being pulled along.

"To my place." The girl informed him. "But we must hurry." She led him down different paths that twisted round in the park. "I don't want the Foot to catch wind of where it is, cause I don't want to lose a place of refuge."

In time they came to a particularly interesting looking tree, or rather it was two trees. The trees were thick and seemed to be twisting around one another in a loving embrace. They gave thankful shelter from the pouring rain to the turtle and the girl.

"Is this where you live?" Donatello asked as the girl lets go of his hand and runs up to the trunks.

"No." The girl reached into the hole that was in the middle of the twist. "Come on, I know I have a pouch of it…(urge)…here." After a couple of minutes of searching, a happy look came on to the girl's face. "Aha!" She pulled her arm out with a brown pouch in her hand. "And it's still dry, good." The girl stood up, dusted her knees off, and walked next to Don." Now to get out of here."

Donatello looked down at the pouch. "What is that?"

"Gloo powder." The girl told him while she opened the bag and dumped red powder in her hand. "Stay close." Don scooted in as the girl threw the red powder down at their feet. "HOME!" She called out.

The powder turned into a red cloud that engulfs them. "Wha…what's going on?" Don exclaimed.

"Relax and keep your hands by your sides. We're going in for a ride."

A/N2: Gloo powder is a knock off idea from Floo powder. You know, the stuff used in Harry Potter (a J/K production).