Okay, yes this is a re-post because I needed to fix all of the spelling errors in this! So, reintroducing my TMNT series with my own special OC. This takes place in the aftermath of Shredder's downfall, with the turtles in hiding since then. Mikey obviously, can't stand this and weasels his way into a night out. What harm could one night do? PLENTY, my terrapin followers, PLENTY!

I will update almost daily, since I've already written the thing, but remember I'm a working girl. So as the time comes to me, I will use it. Use your time, read fervently, and review passionately! (A true TMNT fan would ;)

Japanese Translations: Dachi!- Attention!

October, 2014 (because I'm OCD about timelines)

Foot Clan were everywhere! All over the ground, that is! Mikey grinned at the only two remaining, his nunchaku whirling like crazy. They'd taken down Donnie, even Raph, but they'd find he wasn't so easy a catch. And the best part was, April was here to see it!

"Go Grease Lightnin'!" Mikey laughed, dodging a punch and blocking a sword simultaneously. Knee, kick, SLAM, BOOM, BAM! They were down!

"Cowabunga!" Mikey smiled in his victory, giving his nunchaku a final spin above his head.

"Oh Mikey!" April was suddenly there, wrapping her arms around his neck. "That was amazing! And so brave; you're my hero!"

"Well, somebody has to be." Mickey shrugged. Boy, her hair smelled good…

"Whoa Mikey!" Donnie was picking himself up. "I'd say that you defied more then a few probabilities tonight."

Mikey grinned, bumping his brother's fist. "Nothing you guys wouldn't have done."

"Probably nothing with as much style though." Raph folded his arms. Mikey waved it off. "Aw, c'mon Raph… wait… what?"

"Best ninjitsu I've seen yet." the red-banded turtle lifted his fist for a bump. "Better then mine."

What was he saying! Mikey blinked, then looked down at April, who was still hugging his neck. "Oh shell! I'm dreaming again…"

Michelangelo jerked awake in the split second before he was jerked off the couch. Up and over he went, catching the hot glare of his sensei, Splinter, as he passed through the air. Mikey turned his shell so that it hit the ground first, allowing him to roll and land on his feet.

"Dachi!" Master Splinter commanded and Mikey stiffened immediately into the perfect solider stance. Across the way he spotted the others; pensive Leonardo, smirking Raphael, and chuckling Donatello.

"Michelangelo!" Master Splinter stood before Mikey, eyes narrow. "Again, you ignore the daily exercises that your brothers go after with diligence. Another week, I find your intonjutsu sloppy and your fighting off-center…"

"Your brain shrinking." Raph remarked. He was just lucky that Splinter's tail was out of reach to do something about it.

"Mastering the art of ninjutsu requires the effort of mind and body, my son." Master Splinter continued. "And your mind has been distracted ever since our confrontation with the Shredder…"

Oh, it had nothing to do with the Shredder. They had had eight months to process that whole ordeal, as well as locate and equip themselves with a new home. That had been the hardest part for Mikey, but he had thrown a couple jokes around and pushed on like always. Raph had punched a few walls, Donnie rerouted his computers, and Leo unduly punished himself with extra training for a month for so. They settled within a turn-of-the-century pumping station and all was good… except for one thing.

"Sensei." Mikey dared speak. "I really think my mind would clear up if I went topside."

Splinter blew out an exasperated breath. "This conversation grows old, Michelangelo. Much has been stirred since our battle with the Shredder and Saks. And it stirs still. Oroku Saki's name is attached to every project across the city. The remaining Foot await our return to the surface. The risk will not always be there, but while it remains, we shall remain below ground."

Mikey had heard this lecture so many times and while he wasn't eager to tangle with the Foot again… "Sensei, I'm going NUTS down here! This pad can only be repaired so many times, most of my video games were disintegrated…"

"My computers were damaged as well." Donnie sighed.

"Not to mention our sweet dojo." Leo added.

"Enough!" Splinter's tail cracked the air, silencing all of the brothers. The rat rubbed his forehead, clearly tired of hitting the same wall. "I feel your restlessness, my sons. But to ensure a tomorrow, we must endure today."

Another proverb? Where did he get them all? Mikey paused a second, then raised his hand. Though Master Splinter's back was to him, he sighed warily. "Yes, Michelangelo?"

"There might be a way to ease our endurance, sensei." Mikey threw out, twisting his fingers around one of his metal chain bracelets. Raph and Leo raised their eyebrows at each other. "And just what would that be, O Enlightened One?"

More twisting. "Well, Halloween's coming up…"

"No!" Master Splinter cut him off harshly.

"But Dad…" Mikey started, silenced by another snap of the tail; they'd nicknamed it the 'death viper'.

"I said no." Master Splinter stated, eyeing all four of them. They all averted his gaze, Donnie the first to speak up. "I hate to break it to you Mikey, but given the clichés and traditional costume patterns of the greater population, our appearances are only liable to make us stand out 19.6% more then you think."

"Amazing." Leo blew his breath out, slapping Don's shoulder. "You just managed to make Halloween sound boring."

"April's been feeding us all the intel coming out of the newsroom." Mikey pointed out desperately. "The Foot are so busy keeping Shredhead's empire afloat, why would they even bother with us?"

Leo eyed them all grimly. "Bushido, for one thing. The way of the warrior demands that the student avenge the death of the master."

Thank you, Leonardo. Mikey grunted in irritation.

"Saks Industries, for another." Splinter added, combing a paw through his mustache. "A number of his colleagues witnessed your existence. If even one of them were to spot you…" He shook his head. "No, Michelangelo. It would be too much risk for you and your brothers."

It was either that or risking insanity from cabin fever. Mikey rubbed his chin. "Yeah, ok, the four of us might get some attention. But… what about just one of us?"

Again, there was complete silence. Followed by Raph bending half over in uproarious laughter. "You… you think we'd let you fly solo over the city, Mikey?"

Donnie's face paled. "200 possibilities and theories come to mind. They all end with a broken skateboard and a massive explosion."

Mikey gripped his chest. "That hurts, bro."

"It hurts that you'd even suggest it, Mikey." Leo shook his head, laughter subsiding.

"Hey, aren't we trained in the way of the shadow or not?" Mikey said, more then a little offended. Leo stared hard at him. "C'mon Mikey, why are you freaking over this? It was ten years before we even went to the surface for the first time. Eight months should be a breeze."

"Should be." Mikey agreed. "But it's not. It's cramping my style, man."

His brothers probably wouldn't admit it, but they knew what he was talking about. The sooty New York air rushing through their ears while they pounded across one rooftop after another… glimpsing brief occurrences of nocturnal human life. And now, they were actually friends with a fraction of said human life- a HOT fraction!- and weren't even allowed to meet up with her! And watching April's Channel 6 segments didn't count!

"Pleasepleaseplease, pleaassee, sensei!" Mikey fell on his knees before Master Splinter. "It'd only be for tonight! April's going to some costume party, I don't have to go in, just check stuff out on the roof, and.. and… and if I cause any trouble, I'll do 48 hours in the hachi. I swear!" He crossed his heart. "Boy Scout's Honor!"

Don snorted. "When were you ever a boy scout?"

Mikey ignored him. "Sensei?"

"Alright."

"Ok, 72 hours, but that's my final…" Mikey's jaw dropped. "Wait, what?"

"WHAT!?" Leo, Don, and Raph echoed. Master Splinter eyed Mikey intently. "Nothing good ever comes from holding one back. Sometimes the key to an undisciplined mind is allowing it to bend the rules."

"Alright!" Mikey jumped up, did a backflip to face his brothers and held his hand out for a high three. "I have no idea what sensei just said, but alright! Who's with me?"

"Pass." Don moved past Mikey, probably headed for his latest salvaged laptop. Leo was already across the way at the two punching bags that qualified as their new dojo. "Pass."

Their loss. Mikey eyed his final brother. "C'mon, Raphie! I know that ugly monster inside you's dying for some topside action."

"Shut up!' Raphael shoved his hand away. "Yeah, I'll go topside, but I ain't going with you. Finally gonna get some time AWAY from you boneheads…"

"Uh huh, my sons," Master Splinter wagged a finger. "There will be certain… stipulations."

I love the turtle family! Their scenes are my favorite! Remember to review!