Author's Note: Okay, so having watched the Fast Forward episodes and had my freak out over good guy Bishop, who I find I actually really like, here's a story with him.
The Secretary of Agriculture and Technology, Baxter Stockman, gazed at the creations rescued from the lab that had come under the control of Jammerhead and the Street Phantoms. He remembered how not so long ago, and at the same oh so long ago, he had once done the same thing. He was old, living longer than any normal human, now in his hundreds. However, he was not the oldest human to still walk the Earth. His dark eyes turned to his companion and friend, President John Bishop, a man he never in all his long life would have thought to hold a position as President and Founder of the Pan Galactic Alliance.
Bishop's eyes, though hidden behind his signature sunglasses, were down, gazing at the tiny being he held in his arms. Though physically appearing in his thirties, Stockman thought he looked, and most likely felt, every one of his 332 years at this moment. They were no strangers to such labs, having worked in many throughout their years, but this lab had contained something neither had been ready for. The thing that had taken these two, life experienced, men, who thought they were long since beyond being surprised, by the throat with shock was the tiny creature nestled in Bishop's arms, sleeping with a fistful of the president's white robe, his other fist in his mouth. His cinnamon color fur stood out against the white fabric, his little tail twitched as he dream, and his closed eyelids hid his sky blue eyes, eyes that had looked so pleadingly and so trustingly up as Bishop when the man had first picked him up.
The biological son of Master Hamato Splinter.
End Note: A brief intro to a, hopefully, longer story. Review please.