Okay, this is a crossover between TMNT and a mixture of X-Men Evolution and the X-Men movies with a few original characters to make it more interesting. First let me tell you a little something about the OS that appears in this first chapter. Her name is Linette Baker, she's a 16 year old mutant at the Xavier Academy. She has platinum hair with black strikes, and violet eyes, average height, but thin. She has the power of fire. She can manipulate as well as create fire. She can create flame on her body, but as an outline. She also has the ability to fly. Codename: Flame.

Okay, on with the story…

Chapter One: Damsel In Distress

It was typical evening in the Turtles Lair. Michelangelo was quietly playing his video games. Donatello was in his workshop diligently working on a new invention. Splinter was meditating in his room, when suddenly a whirlwind of loud angry voices could be heard from a nearby sewer tunnel.

"I don't wanna hear it, Leo!" Raphael shouted.

"Look I was just pointing out…" Leo started to say, but was abruptly cut off.

"I don't care to talk out it!" Raphael shouted as he stomped off to his room.

Donatello had come out of his workshop to see what the commotion was about. He looked over at Michelangelo. "Hey, Mikey, what's going on?"

Michelangelo just shook his head back and forth. "They're at it again."

"Hmmm…" Donatello said, putting his hand to his chin. "Third time this week. That's excessive even for those two."

Suddenly Raphael came out of his room wearing his leather jacket April bought him for Christmas.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Leonardo asked as Raphael passed him.

"Out!" he shouted as he reached the entrance to their lair. "Away from you." With that he took off down the sewer tunnel to the old abandoned parking garage where he left his bike. As he got on it, he said, "Just you and me baby." He put on his helmet and took off down the street.

Linette Baker walked the streets of the city. She was in such a bad mood. Once again she had gotten another lecture from Cyclops about responsibility. She just wished he would lighten up some. The guy was only 17, but sometimes she thought he acted like he was 40. She looked at her watch. 10:45 pm. She still had more than an hour before curfew, and she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

She went to a little café' on the corner and ordered a chilli dog and fries. It was late and she hadn't eaten since lunch time and downed the chilli dog in a few seconds time. She ate her fries in threes dipping them generously in the honey mustard sauce, since she loathed ketchup. She thought the other people in the establishment must have thought her a pig, but she was hungry. She drank her soda quickly and ordered another chilli dog for the road.

She left the café' and checked her watch again. 11:20. More than enough to get home. She walked down several alleys, taking a short cut. She would be home in no time. She really wasn't paying attention to what was going on around her. Something Logan repeatedly said was her greatest flaw. Of course, she didn't take it too seriously. Plus, she had something more important on her mind, a red hot chilli dog just waiting to be devoured. As she was half way through eating it she heard a sound. She looked around but didn't see anything. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind, dropping her half eaten chilli dog on the ground. Two teenage boys grabbed her and threw her up against the brick wall. She looked down to see the remains of her ruined dinner.

"Look what you idiots did!" she shouted. The boy with the purple Mohawk looked at the chilli dog and then back at her and laughed. He ran a hand over her face and reached over and pulled her hair.

"Ya shouldn't be worrying 'about ya dinner," he said, laughing sadistically.

"Yeah," the boy with the green spikey hair said. He held her hands behind her back. "Ya should be worrying 'bout we gonna do to ya."

"You don't let me go right now," she said in a calm voice. "You'll both regret it." She spit in the face the boy who held her hands. The other one quickly slapped her in the face.

"That does it," she said. She closed her eyes, and her body started to heat up. Suddenly smoke came off the boy who was holding her hands. He quickly let do, and screamed in pain.

"You, bitch," the other shouted the punched her in the stomach. She fell to the ground writhing in pain. "Yer one a them freaks."

"Look whose callin' who a freak!" A voice came from the alley entrance. The boy with the Mohawk looked up to see something standing there, but he couldn't make out who it was. "Feel lucky, Punk."

The two boys both forgot about Linette and went straight for the stranger who was interrupting their fun. In the shadows Linette could see the silhouette of a Sai. She wondered who in the city would be carrying a weapon like that. She staggered to her feet, and even though she was still in pain she wanted to help the stranger. She outstretched her hand and a thin line of fire came forth smacking the kid with the spikey hair in the ass. A high-pitched screamed came out of him as he fell to the ground. The other kid had taken off. Still unsteady on her feet she held onto the wall for balance.

The stranger in the leather jacket looked over towards her. "Ya okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said. "No thanks to those assholes."

The stranger looked down the kid slumped out on the ground. The kid looked over at Linette and pointed at her. "That, bitch, is a fuckin' freak."

The stranger squatted down the looked the kid straight in the eye. "Watch who you're calling a freak." The kid screamed again as the stranger backed away from him. He tried crawling away, but the stranger kicked him in his already singed ass. The kid made it quickly to his feet and ran off.

Linette let out a little laugh. "Yeah, keep runnin', loser!" she shouted. She looked over at the stranger not yet seeing his face. "Thanks, for helping me out."

"No, problem," he said as she came towards him. He shied away from her. "Hey, just trying to thank you proper." Suddenly she saw his face as a street light suddenly came on, shining its light into the alley.

"Look, I gotta go," he said.

"Wait," she said. He abruptly stopped. "I already know what you look like."

He looked back at her. "I hoped ya wouldn't notice."

"Yeah," she said, shaking her head back and forth. "Not notice a big green bald guy who just so happened to save my ass."

"Just didn't want ya t'freak out," he said as she took off his hat.

"Why would I freak," she said comin' out of the alley. "I live with guys who look a lot freakier than you." Thinking of home, she looked at her watch. 11:45 pm. "Damn, I'm gonna be late. Shit, I'll get grounded for life."

"Hey, I could give ya a ride if you like," he said.

"You have a car?" she asked.

"No, I got a bike," he said.

"Cool, then let's go," she said, taking his hand. "Be the way my name's Flame."

"Raf," he said. He led her to the spot he left his bike. He got in first and handed her his helmet. She got on behind him. "Hold on tight."

"No problem, hot stuff," she said. He gave her a confused look. No human girl ever called him that He smirked just thinking about it.

Linette gave him the directions and soon they stopped at the first gate of Xavier Institute. "Ya live here," he asked as she got off the bike.

She took off the helmet and handed it back to him. "Yeah."

"Thought this was a place for eggheads," Raphael said. "My brother Donnie talks about it all the time. How he'd loved t'go t'school here, if…"

"If what?" she asked.

"It we were human," he said. "Not mutants…freaks."

"Wait a minute," Linette said. "You really don't know what kind of school this is, do you?" Raphael gave her a blank stare. "It's a school for mutants, duh." She punched him lightly on the arm. "So maybe you and your brother should consider coming here."

"Actually, I got three brothers, and there's our dad."

"Hey, if you're all mutants I'm sure Professor Xavier would love for you to come here. And as for your dad he always on the lookout for good teachers. "

"A school for mutants, eh?" he said. "You look pretty normal."

"But I'm not," Linette said. "See." She held out her palm so Raphael could see. There stood a fiery little turtle with a bandana."

"How did you…?"

"That's my power," she said. Suddenly flames appeared about her body, outlining it perfectly. "That's why I call myself Flame."

"What's your real name?" he asked as the flames surrounding her died down to nothing.

"Linette," she said, as she walked through the gate. "See you around. Raf."

He waved to her as she was walking away. He got on his bike and rode off.

Linette entered through the front door. Logan was there waiting for her, with a grim look on his face. "Where have you been?" Logan asked. His arms were folded over his chest and he was taping he foot on the carpet.

Linette looked at her watch. "Hey, it's only 7 after 12. I technically I got home 10 minutes, so technically…"

"So technically you get extra DR in the morning. 5am," Logan said as Linette groaned. "No complaining, now, up to bed."

Linette grumbled all the way up to her room. She had one of the single rooms, so she didn't have to worry about waking a roommate. She lay back on her bed thinking about her knight in shining armor, or more like a giant turtle in a slightly tarnish shell. Here she was a damsel in distress and he came to save her.

Shit, girl, did you just think that. You're supposed to be a bad ass superhero type. Then she thought. He was kind of cute. Oh, stop it.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

It was 2 am when Raphael finally made it home. The lair was quiet, so he thought he would slip into his room before anyone noticed. "Just one moment," he heard the voice of his father.

"Can't this wait until morning?" he asked.

"It is morning," Splinter said. "Once again you and your brother Leonardo had words."

"It was nothin', Master Splinter," Raphael said. "He just gets on my nerves sometimes. I just wish he'd get off my back sometimes."

"I understand," Splinter said, coming towards him. "Please, Raphael, make peace with your brother."

"But…" Splinter was unyielding. "Alright, I'll talk to him… into the morning."

Rafael quietly walked to his room. As he lay down on his bed he thought of the girl he had saved that night, and how she wasn't scared off by his appearance. It was a new experience for him, someone not being afraid of him. She called him hot stuff, but thought she was the one who was hot. He fell asleep that night thinking about her.

That's the end of this chapter. Hey, let me know if I should continue. Not sure if this is any good, since I wrote this a while back.