And Then There Were Seven

By, MeddowFlower and ElvenShadows

Disclaimer: I usually put a cute disclaimer here… But it is sooo depressing that I do not own it that I just can't do it! Ok, ok. I will. I WISH I OWNED IT BUT MeddowFlower and I, ElvenShadows do not own this AMAZING cartoon. Man the things would do if we did though…

Author's Note: MAN I'm glad to be back writing and brain storming on this story! This is the Sequel to Shadow and I hope you all enjoy this as much or more than the first one. Now enough of my blabbing! READ ON!

Chapter 1:

"No, wait! I'm almost ready! Let me come too!" Sarra called from the sofa. She was shaking her legs and pulling her two-toed ninja shoes on with difficulty. She had managed to change into her whole outfit except for her mask and hair. Raphael snatched her other shoe from her as she reached for it.

"No! You're staying here!"

"Why? You guys used to let me go with you all the time! Now suddenly I'm useless again?"

"You aren't useless! You just couldn't handle yourself out there right now!"

"I saved all of your shells from the Cybernetic gang! What makes you think I couldn't handle myself?"

Michelangelo leaned over to me; "They fight like a married couple…"

I glared at him as the bickering continued. "They are married."

He crossed his arms and watched them. "Oh yeah."

Raphael tossed the shoe behind him and put his arm out to stop Sarra from chasing after it. "It's gotten more dangerous! We aren't just dealing with one small group at a time; it's turned into three or four gangs at once! I don't think you'd be safe out there."

Leonardo grew impatient with their arguing and stepped forward. "He's right, Sarra. Just stay here until it all clears out. We'll let you know when it's safe to come with us again."

Sarra looked around at us and sat down on the sofa in defeat. She pulled her tessens out of her belt and tossed them beside her. "I guess I sharpened these for no reason…"

Raphael rubbed the side of her face and tried his hand at a smile; "We'll be back later."

Sarra nodded, but didn't lift her eyes from the floor.

As we entered the elevator and waited for the doors to open, Michelangelo shrugged. "She could come with us. I'd say the more help we can get the better!"

I shook my head. "She hasn't had as much training as us. She would just get overwhelmed."

I walked into the living room after hearing the group leave, but was surprised to find Sarra left behind again. She sat slouched down on the sofa staring to her feet. She observed her one shoe, took it off quickly and threw it angrily towards the other across the room. I walked up behind her and put my paw on her shoulder. When she looked up, I smiled at her. "Donatello taught me how to record my shows yesterday. What do you say to a marathon of 'The Glass is Half Empty'?"

She smiled, "Sure," I went over to the VCR to put in the tape when she spoke from behind me. "I saw the newest episode last night while you were meditating."

I turned, "You did not."

She nodded, "Yep! Jackson found out that Lisa is dating his brother."

I gasped, "NO! Not Richard!"

It was nearly 4 o'clock when the turtles came in from patrol. They entered all either dragging their feet, dragging their weapons, or all but dragging themselves across the floor. They were covered in bruises and cuts and my jaw dropped at them sight of them. I stood up and ran over towards Raphael. "Are you alright?"

He looked up trying not to look tired, "Yeah, I'm fine. Not so sure 'bout Mikey, though."

I turned to find Donatello attending to Michelangelo who had the pattern of a chain slapped across his face. I scurried over as Donatello kneeled down to find his first-aide kit. I grabbed Michelangelo's hand and sat on my knees beside him. "Aw, you poor thing…"

He coughed and gazed down at me, "Sarra?"

I nodded, "Yes, it's Sarra!"

He motioned towards himself slowly as he whispered. "Come closer…"

I leaned forward.

"Closer…"

I stood and had my face nearly to his before he whispered again. "…Order pizza…"

I sat back down and laughed as I nodded, "Okay, extra anchovies."

He sat up quickly, "UHG! No!"

Donatello placed the first-aide kit on his desk with a smirk, "Looks like you're fine, after all."

Michelangelo looked back and forth from us and then leaned back again, "Well, I still want pizza."

I walked over to the sofa and squeezed myself between Leonardo and Raphael. I reached around Raphael's waist and snatched his shell cell. "How many pizza's should I order?"

The turtles answered in unison, "A lot,"

I laughed as I dialed the number, "That isn't a very good answer."

Donatello replied again, "Go for five,"

Michelangelo sat up, "Seven!"

Leonardo turned quickly to him, "Seven?"

There was a moment of silence before all of the turtles sat back again with a nod, "Seven…"

I shook my head with a smile as the pizza place answered their phone.

*****I'm sure you already have a few questions about this story buzzing in your head. Just in case you don't: Why are the gangs 'ganging' up? What is Sarra going to do about not being included?

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