Author notes- I do not own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or any of their compadres. This is my first story, feel free to give any criticisms, but try to be as kind as possible!

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?

"That Stockman, I'm gunna-"

I start to wake up, and hear an angry, unfamiliar voice as I do.

"Shush, you don't wanna wake her up Raph." A more calming but still unfamiliar voice says. I hear a sigh.

'Both of the voices are male, but who are they? And Stockman? Neither of them sound like Stockman. Oh jeez, why is he the only thing I remember?' The memory of his sneering face in bedded into my brain. I slowly open my eyes to escape from the awful memory.

I roll over onto my side and my dark, waving hair drapes over my neck. I glance around at the room and realise this is unlike anywhere I've been before. The walls are orange, from what I can make out of the dim light, and there are scrolls neatly spaced around the walls, with some other language painted upon them. There are also two swords, crossing each other on the wall next to the bed. I frown, 'where the hell could I be?!'

As I try to sit up, my head spins, my ankle throbs with pain and my wrist feels bulky. I groan and lay back onto the cosy bed, looking at my heavily bandaged wrist. I finally register the figures in the doorway. I frown and one of them speaks again.

"Hmm, too late, I think she's awake." One of the figures moves, but I can't figure out what he looks like, the light's too dim.

"Hey, are you awake?" A gruff voice asks, and the other figure in the doorway moves too. I think he was leaning on the doorframe, but now he moves into the room.

"I think so, unless I'm dreaming…" I say softly, holding my head.

"Can we put the light on?" He asks me.

"Yeah okay." I realise my mistake just as I finish speaking. 'Surely they know I'm a mutant, a mutant turtle to be precise, but how are they gunna react? They'll probably recoil in horror… but why would they let me have a bed if they were repulsed by me? This is too much thinking for my throbbing head…' I pull the covers over my head and close my eyes as I hear a switch turned on.

"Your head hurt huh?" I feel the bed sink beside me as I get asked. My heart hammers at my chest so hard, I'm certain whoever is sitting next to me can hear it.

"Yeah." My voice comes out as a squeak.

"Not scared of us are ya?" The same voice asks.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I say trying not to sound as pathetic.

"There's no reason to be scared of us." The other voice says.

"If you're not Stockman, I guess not, but…"

"But what?" The gruff voice says.

"But… you know what I am… what are you gunna do to me?"

Neither of them speaks, and I feel they must be exchanging looks.

"We don't quite understand… what would we do to you?"

"An' will ya quit hidin' already?"

I quiver under the covers, 'I've gotta face it sometime… but why does it have to be now?'

I pull the covers back from my face, eyes still tightly closed, then breathe in deeply. I open my eyes and look to my bedside. I freeze, too shocked to speak. 'Two mutant turtles… like me? No, wait, two male mutant turtles like me? How could it be?!'

"Ahh I see what's goin' on here." The turtle by my bedside talks.

"Y-y-you do?" I stutter, stunned still.

"Yeah…" He looks up at the other turtle, hovering by the door, a serious look on his face, "You're just so amazed by my good looks." He looks back at me, a huge grin replaces the serious look. The other turtle rolls his eyes and smiles.

"You can only wish you had that effect upon the opposite sex Raph," the smile disappears from his face, "she's probably as amazed as us finding another mutant turtle."

"Well, uh, you got it in one… but who are you? How are you turtles? Where do you come from? I never saw any male mutant turtles in Stockman's lab… At least I don't think I did…" I muse half to myself, desperately trying to clutch at any memories to do with any other turtles.

"I guess we'd better take this from the beginnin', eh Donny?" The one sitting on the bed gets up, stretching his back.

"Looks like it." The other turtle, I'm guessing he's called Donny, agrees.

"Well, first off, I'm Raph, an'-"

"Raphael actually." The other turtle interrupts him, smiling and Raphael frowns at him.

"An' this is my brother Donatello, but don't call me Raphael, unless ya want an ass kickin' like Don seems ta want."

The gruff nature of Raphael makes me slightly uneasy, but I feel that he's only joking. He's about a few inches taller than me I guess, but extremely muscley. He wears something red around his eyes, I think it's a ninja mask… 'Why do I know what a ninja mask is?…' and he wears a belt, with two weapons tucked into it. It startles me slightly, and I hope he doesn't want to use them on me.

Donatello seems a lot easier going. A bit taller than Raphael, and not as muscley as him either. If I'm right, he wears a purple ninja mask around his eyes, but I can't see a weapon in his belt. This makes me relax slightly, but I guess if they were gunna hurt me, they wouldn't be explaining things to me.

"We're brothers, if you couldn't tell, and we've got two others." Donatello says.

"That's me, I'm a brother!" Another turtle looks over Donatello's shoulder, grinning wildly.

"This is Michelangelo, or Mikey." Donatello introduces him as he steps into the room, as well as another turtle. Michelangelo has an orange ninja mask around his eyes, whilst the other turtle has a blue one. The small room starts to get crowded and I cringe slightly, remembering clearly that I hate crowds.

"I'm Leonardo," The turtle with the blue mask on speaks, "I guess you're as confused about all this as much as we are. We'll explain things to you later on, but is there anything you remember whilst it's fresh in your memory?"

"Uhhh…" I close my eyes trying to block out the crowded room.

"Leo, I think you might be asking a bit much." I hear Donatello's voice say.

"Yeah, right, sorry…" I feel the bed sink as Leonardo sits next to me. I open my eyes and I feel less intimidated as Leonardo has sat on the bed, and Michelangelo has sat on the floor.

"I-I… I don't remember anything except… except Stockman." I look into Leonardo's brown eyes.

"Anything?" He knits his brow in thought.

"No… just… yeah, just Stockman." I look around at the three other brothers, who as look as confused as Leonardo.

"That's… strange." Donatello frowns.

"I guess, I haven't helped much…" I look down at the bed.

"It's fine, I guess we'll have to help you remember…" Leonardo pauses as if he's waiting for something. When I don't answer, he asks softly, "What's your name?"

"My… my name?" I frown once again. 'I remember Stockman's name… and of course, the turtle's names, but my own… what is it?' . "I-… I don't know." I look up, feeling tired from trying to snatch memories from my blank brain.

"Amnesia." Donatello says.

"In English please, brainiac." Raphael looks towards him.

"When you lose your memories, temporarily, or… permanently… it's called amnesia…" Donatello looks at me. I sigh, exasperated. 'Why can't I just go back to sleep?'

"How about we talk about things we know about, instead of dwelling on those which we don't." Leonardo says.

"Yeah… please tell me, it might jog my memory, how you came to be turtles… it's… very baffling."

"Well, it started 16 years ago…" I hear another voice, not one of the turtles. They step aside and a rat walks into the room, my eyes widen. 'Another mutant?' "Please forgive me, I overheard your conversation, and you seem to be very confused. I have most likely confused you more, not only giant talking turtles, like yourself, but a giant talking rat." His old face creases into a smile. "My name is Splinter, the one responsible for these ruffians, but I assure you, we mean you no harm. Please, let me tell you the story of our origin…" Splinter comes to sit on my bedside, and all four turtles, sit on the floor, looking up at him intently. I breathe out deeply and prepare to listen.