Ninja Turtles: Pure Memories

Authoress' Notes: Yet again, I am inspired to update twice in a short amount of time! Wow. Anyway, here's a Story I call "Pure Memories" as a pun (a bad one, mind) on the names of my OC, Katherine "Kathy" Jones, and randomlass's OC, Kathryn "Ryn" Thompson, which basically translate to "Pure Hearted". Sorry, Kat, for taking so long to write it for you, but I wanted to get it "just right", you know? Unfortunately, my Muse decided it wanted to be fussy and refused to co-operate with me. It took me several tries to get it to this point, but I'm finally satisfied. So, for all of you wonderfully patient Readers and Reviewers and Alerters and Favouriters out there… please, Read, Review, but most of all: ENJOY!

Dedication: As most of my Ninja Turtles stories… I'd like to Dedicate "Pure Memories" to randomlass, who will always be Kat, and all that, to me. Thanks for your continued support of The Kathy Chronicles, Kat! It means a lot. :D

Summary of Part One: Kathy Jones is awoken early morning by her best friend as she calls from Miami, misjudging the time difference between New York and Florida. Knowing that Ryn Thompson won't give up until she gets what she wants, Kathy leaves with Raph for her Cousin's apartment to get an item Ryn wanted to discuss.

Disclaimer: (1) No, I do not own any of the characters mentioned or shown below, with the exception of Katherine "Kathy" Jones (no relation to Kat a.k.a. randomlass, before anyone asks); the Ninja Turtles cast belong to Mirage Studios (I think…), but definitely Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird, whereas the "CSI:Miami" characters mentioned within belong to the genius that is Anthony E. Zuiker. I'm just borrowing them to satisfy my Muse.

Disclaimer: (2) I don't claim ownership of Kathryn "Ryn" Thompson; that right belongs to my IBFF, Kat a.k.a. randomlass who was kind enough to let me use her for The Kathy Chronicles as the childhood best friend of my own OC, Kathy. Thanks, Kat!

Part One: My Best Friend… Calling at 4am

"Mmm…" eighteen year old Katherine "Kathy" Jones groaned as the ringing of her cellular phone, which had been a gift from one of her Cousin Tim's friends who had declared that no teenage girl should be without one, woke her from an otherwise peaceful sleep. "'Ello?" She sleepily answered as she snatched it from the side table next to her boyfriend's bed.

"Do you still have that scrapbook my Mom gave you when you came up for New Years?" The voice on the other end of the phone made her groan.

"Wha? No "'Ello, how are you, Kathy?", Ryn?" Kathy grouched, rubbing her hazel eyes sleepily as she stole a glance at the bedside clock; it stared at her steadily, reading "4:07am" and she growled. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Hehe, hi, Katy," her best friend since diapers, Kathryn Thompson, laughed nervously; she was well aware of her best friend and how cranky she was in the morning. "Sorry about calling so early, but it's nearly nine in the morning, Sleepyhead. Surely, that boyfriend of yours isn't that good under the covers?"

Kathy flushed, sneaking an appreciative glance at her boyfriend, Donatello Hamato. "I'll have you know that my Donnie is that good under the covers, Ryn."

She could practically hear her best friend grimace, "Yeah, whatever, Kat. Anyway, do you still have it?"

"The scrapbook? Yes, why?" She sighed, giving up on trying to get back to sleep.

"I just remembered a picture Mom put in it from Grade Four," Ryn replied. "And I wanted to remember the look on the other kids' faces…"

"It's at Casey's place, Ryn, and I still don't have my licence, so I think I'm going to crawl right back in bed with my sexy boyfriend since it's currently four o'clock in the morning… and hang up on you."

"Aww, c'mon, Katy; can't you just get Donnie or one of his brothers to take you?"

"First off, just like me, they won't let Mikey within five feet of a vehicle with keys, secondly Leonardo is in the Dojo and there ain't no way I'm risking life and limb just to satisfy your insane needs."

"What about that brother with the hot Brooklyn accent? Rael or something?"

"Raphael? I think he's still on, uh, his mid-evening … walk," Kathy stuttered slightly; even though Ryn was her best friend, she wasn't aware of what Donnie, Leo, Mikey, and Raph did even though she was aware that what they looked like on the surface were only Holograms and they were, in all actuality, giant Turtles.

"So? I'll call him; and then I'll call you back in fifteen minutes. That should be plenty of time for you to get to your Cousin's and find the scrapbook," Ryn replied before she hung up.

"I swear, I am going to kill her," Kathy muttered under her breath, closing her cell and falling backwards back onto the bed.

"Ryn, then?" Her boyfriend's obviously amused voice brings her out of her ponderings of how to kill her best friend, who lives in Miami, Florida, from New York.

"Yeah; honestly, she has the worst timing," she whined, trying to snuggle into his side, but found it hard to do as he shook with suppressed laughter. She frowned, smacking his plastron lightly, "Stop that; I wanna go back to sleep."

"You do know that Ryn will just keep calling until you give up and do what she wants, don't you, Beautiful?" Donnie chuckled when she moaned in distress.

"I love her, I truly, truly, do; she is my Sister in every way but blood… but, does she have to call so early in the morning? I haven't even had my cocoa," Kathy complained.

"Kath, how de frig did Ryn get my shellcell number?" Raph came tearing into Donnie's room, holding said shellcell to his ear. "What d'you mean, Casey gave it t'you, Ryn?" He paused a moment, listening to the other girl on the other end of the phone, "Fine; but, I hope you ain't too attached to Space-Case, 'cause I'm gonna kill 'im in his sleep when I get dere." He snapped the phone shut, telling Kathy, "Get dressed, Kit-Kat; we're payin' yer Cousin a visit."

"I hate my life," she bemoaned, even as her overly-amused boyfriend tugged her up from the bed. "Would it be horrible of me to just go back to sleep?" She asked him, as a snickering Raph closed the door.

"Not so much, no; but you'll feel fairly guilty when you wake up and remember that you ignored your best friend," Donnie chided gently.

Kathy gave him a light-hearted glare, "You know, I really hate it when you're All-Knowing, Handsome. Plus, you're already making me feel guilty for wanting to go back to sleep."

He grinned impishly, "And, yet, you love it."

"Sad to say, yes." She allowed him to help her dress in a pair of dark blue jeans and her favourite gold v-neck sweater before he ushered her out of his room to where his immediate older brother was impatiently waiting for them.

"Don't forget to take your cell and Bluetooth, Beautiful; I may not know Ryn as well as you, but I do believe she'll call when you're on the way," Donnie handed her a little earpiece which she settled into her left ear and she accepted her cellphone from him with a smile.

Kathy clipped her cellphone to her belt and told him, "What would I do without you, Handsome?" She grinned at Raph, "I guess I'm ready; are we going on the Shellcycle?" She couldn't help the excitement in her voice; she loved riding on motorcycles, mainly because that was the way her other favourite Cousin, Timothy Speedle who lived and worked in Miami as a Crime Scene Investigator, always travelled.

"Yeah, sure, Kit-Kat," he agreed, offering her his hand. She accepted and, kissing her boyfriend softly, walked with him to the elevator that'd take them to the garage, "We'll be back soon, Don."

"I'll have the cocoa ready," Donnie laughed, watching the two fondly as Kathy became suddenly playful and grabbed Raph's shoulders to hoist herself onto his shell, presumably so she didn't have to walk; one would think he'd be jealous, or feel threatened, of how close they were but he felt neither as Raph let out a grunt at the added weight and grabbed her legs with his arms to keep her somewhat balanced.

"Damn, yer heavy fer such a tiny little thing," Raph told her, loud enough that it carried to Donnie in the quiet Lair.

She hit the back of his head, "Don't you know, Mister, that it ain't nice to insult a Lady?"

Donnie just grinned to himself and walked to the Kitchen to start on the hot cocoas that he knew would be needed.

Meanwhile, Kathy squealed happily when they reached street level from the elevator and entered the garage; Raph looked over his shoulder at her with an amused look, as she was still perched on his shell, "Y'd think that y'd act yer age fer once in yer life, Kat."

She pouted as he dropped her and she landed on her rear, "Oww. That wasn't very nice, Raphie."

"I ain't a nice guy, Kiddo," he shrugged, smirking at her as he walked to his Shellcycle and straddled it, grabbing the helmet he had on the handlebars. "You comin' or not, Katherine?" He turned the key in the ignition and revelled in the purring sound his cycle made.

"I'm coming; and don't call me Katherine," Kathy told him darkly as she got up and took the green motorcycle helmet from a nearby shelf, settling it snugly onto her head; she tightened the chin strap before she got on behind her red-clad companion, wrapping her arms around his waist. "'Kay, I'm good."

"Good, 'cause here we go," Raph smirked behind his helmet as he shot out the automatic doors, popping a wheelie.

"Awesome!" She let out a whoop of joy as the unlikely duo sped down the New York streets. It took only a few minutes, but they reached the apartment building that Kathy lived in with her Cousin and Guardian, Casey Jones, where he worked as a Superintendent. "C'mon, Raph; I think April's over, again, so let's try to avoid Case's room, 'kay?"

He snickered quietly at her as the two entered the quiet building and rode the elevator up to the fifth floor, where the Jones' apartment laid.

"Considerin' what you an' Donnie get up to almost every night, y'd think that y'd be able t' talk t' yer Cousin about Sex."

"Shh!" She hissed, gesturing for him to quiet as she took the key she had hung around her neck and inserted it into the lock, the door opening with a soft clicking sound. "I swear, he's deaf most of the time, but as soon as you mention the "S-word", he's in over-protective-big-brother mode and wanting to bust more skulls than is normal; even for him."

"He gave you "the Talk", huh?" She glared at his amusement of the situation.

"Yes, and it was the most humiliating two hours of my life; he wouldn't listen when I tried to tell him that… Mom and Dad… had already given it to me when I was thirteen and had just kissed my first boyfriend. At least they didn't feel the need to show me how to place a condom on a guy, using a banana," Kathy whispered harshly, shivering at the memory as the two made their way to her room.

"He what?" Raph couldn't believe his ears and actually felt sorry for his friend; but it made more sense as to why Kathy twitched every time her Guardian was mentioned for close to a week just after she'd given her boyfriend his Valentines Day "gift" a week before the fourteenth.

At that moment, Kathy's cell chose to ring, blaring out "Best Friend" by Raven; with a squeak, not realising that her phone's volume had been turned up by her boyfriend before she left his home, she fumbled with it, switching it to the Bluetooth. "Ryn, you have the worst timing, ever."

"Did you get it, yet?" Ryn asked excitedly.

"No, Ryn; Raph drove me over and we just got to the apartment," Kathy answered, reminding herself that Ryn wasn't doing this on purpose. However, Revenge will be mine… She smirked to herself as she thought of the looks her two best friends had given each other when the other wasn't looking when she and the Hamato family had visited Miami with her Guardian and his girlfriend over New Years.

"Meh, Kitten? Wha're y' doin' here at… whatever time it's," her Guardian's sleep-muddled voice made itself known as said Cousin stumbled out of his room, clad only in a pair of sweatpants.

"Gawd, Casey, put on a shirt," Kathy yelped, covering her eyes and accidentally dropping her cellphone.

"Good Lord; don't tell me that Cousin of yours isn't wearing a shirt, again? And, did you just drop the phone?"

"It's Casey; of course he's wearing a shirt… not," Kathy muttered, not commenting on her dropping the phone as she felt the reason was self-explanatory.

"Nice," Raph snickered, highfiving her with a grin. "Chill, Space-Case, we'll be outta yer hair in a minute."

"What ya think yer doin', Knucklehead? Drivin' around in the dead a the night, with my Kitten -"

Kathy rolled her eyes as she picked her cell back up and replaced it on her jeans before she ignored the now bickering friends and strode into her room. She did wince when she heard a crash. "Uh, what just broke?" Ryn asked.

"It's Raph and Casey; Mother of Mew only knows," Kathy huffed, crossing to her desk and continuing to ignore the fighting friends. "Honestly, I don't think those two need an excuse to fight, but they somehow always find one, anyway. I think it's over Raph driving me over so early, this time. Ah-hah, here it is," triumphantly, she held up a large pink leather album, before feeling ridiculous as her best friend wouldn't be able to see it.

"Geez, Katy, took you long enough, girl!" Kathy couldn't help a little grin at the teasing tone in her best friend's voice.

"It took less than twenty minutes, Ms. Exaggeration," she chided, grabbing her smallish pastel blue backpack and decided to grab another pair of jeans and another light sweater, this one purple, and stuffed those in there, too.

"Ooh! Donnie just signed onto MSN and is inviting me to Video Chat! See you when you back to your Man's home, Kat," Ryn giggled excitedly before a decided "click" assaulted Kathy's ear; with a sigh, she swung her backpack over her shoulders and shrugged it on before she exited her room.

"Are you two idiots done, yet; oh, good morning, April!" Kathy brightened at seeing her Guardian's fiancé sitting at the kitchen island and watching as the living room was wrecked by the wrestling Mutant Turtle and Sports Fanatic.

"Morning, Kathy," April smiled gently, accepting the hug the younger woman bestowed upon her and kissed her head.

"Sorry about the two idiots currently destroying your living room," she smirked as the two continued insulting each other and rolling around on the floor.

"Honestly? It wouldn't be a normal day if my home wasn't destroyed," April replied dryly; it was an inside joke between the two women that April lived with the Joneses, even though she had her own apartment above her antique shop. However, since she'd gotten engaged several weeks before hand, she spent most of her times in the Jones apartment.

The two women just watched the two "children" as they called them feuding in the living room. "Raphie, c'mon; Ryn's video-chatting with Donnie and I don't need my best friend spilling all of my embarrassing childhood secrets," Kathy demanded after a few minutes and another ornament breaking.

"I do dat anyway, Kitten," Casey nodded sagely before he wiped at his busted nose and yelped as Raph tackled him again.

"But, Kat -" Raph was cut off by Kathy as she grabbed his arm and, with a surprising show of strength, dragged him towards the door.

"Leggo, woman!"

"No," she growled back. "Bye, April! Later, Spacey! Love you," she called as the reluctant Raph followed her out, to avoid having his arm tore out of the socket.

"I'll getcha later, Case!" Raph shook his fist at his friend, pushing Kathy's head and shoulders down a bit as he ducked the baseball bat thrown at his head; the two teens snickered when they heard April begin to berate Casey for his antics and tell him to clean the mess up before he went back to bed.

"Sweet Mother of Mew, you two are just like children!" Kathy shook her head, moving her grip from his forearm to his hand as they made their way to the elevator. "Not even Tim and I fight this much," she sighed, exasperated. "And we fight a lot."

He gave her a confused look as they entered the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor, "Really? Y' two got 'long just fine when we were down in Miami over New Years, Kit-Kat."

She grinned mischievously, "That'd be because Calleigh was there; he's always trying to act more like an adult when she's around, 'cause he wants to impress her. It's the same with Eric. But, you guys were staying in a hotel, while I was staying in my room at Tim's; believe me, there were a number of spats over the remote or who was cooking, along with him cheating while playing Clue."

"How de Shell do y' cheat playin' Clue?"

She shrugged, "I haven't the foggiest, Raphie, but I know he did it; he's never won that game against me. Ever."

"There's always a firs' for everythin', Kat," he replied as they exited the apartment complex and headed straight for his Shellcycle.

"Most of the time, yes; however, not with Tim and Clue, against me," she waited for him to get on first as they put their helmets and adjusted them on their heads, before she mounted the bike behind him. "Onwards, and away, my dear Chauffer!"

"Yer askin' for it, Katherine," he winced when she hit his shoulder.

"Don't. Call. Me. Katherine," Kathy growled, hanging on around his waist as he sped through the early morning traffic to the hidden garage in the abandoned warehouse that was an entrance to the Lair.

To Be Continued, in Part Two!

Authoress' Notes: Here you are, Kat! Part One of Two of "Pure Memories". I hope you like! Hopefully, Part Two will be a little smoother to write for me. Lol. Oh, Kat, before I forget, did I write Ryn right?

Anyway, hopefully everyone likes the story; it was really hard to get it to a point where I wasn't totally appalled by how it turned out, plus there was the whole "how the heck do I write Ryn…" part, hence why it took so long to type up and post.

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