5 years ago, a terrible and irreversible curse was released upon the city of New York. Your father, Dr. (L/N), had been killed by one of the terrible mutants 11 months ago. You, young Dr. (Y/L/N), were one of the fortunate few to survive the attack, and every day since you have been working on a cure for the mutagen that has infected thousands of people.


"28."

"51."

"…109?"

"211?!"

You sighed as you pushed your glasses to the top of your head and leaned away from the microscope. This wasn't adding up. The mutagen sample cells you had collected were multiplying fasting than you could keep track off, even without stimulation. There had to be a way to stop it.

You quickly flipped through your notebook, running over your tried and failed retromutagen formulas. You blinked, the words fading in and out of sight. Your (e/c) eyes were having trouble focusing due to the lack of sleep. In fact, how long had it been since your last rest?...20 hours? No, that was to eat…23 then? However long it was, it didn't matter. None of your solutions had worked yet, meaning that you were still failing. But what could possibly be the cure!? You had tested everything from a cow's tongue to cobalt with a dash of sulfuric acid. Nothing was making sense!

"Agh!" You sighed in frustration, slamming your notebook closed. You bit on your pencil and collapsed in your chair. You were so close, you could almost taste it.

A crash from the room next door caught your attention as you stood up.

Great, you thought, another one of James' failed experiments.

You made your way to the door, trying to see what all of the hubaloo was about. Before you could reach it, however, a series of men covered in black crashed through your window.

You're eyes widened as you scrabbled for the phone in your pocket, but you froze as you saw a weird catlike creature walked up to you.

"Dr. (Y/L/N), you're coming with us."

You back into a corner, glaring at him.

"What in the name of Galileo is going on?" You cried.

The feline mutant chuckled darkly, "Trust me, you know why we're here."

You quickly dived between its legs and underneath the table besides you, hoping it would provide some shelter. Unfortunately, this was not the case. The table was quickly flipped over by one of the men in black, leaving you vulnerable and at the mercy of your attackers.

Your eyes widened as the feline towering over you smirked.

"Sweet dreams, doc."

And with a swift kick to the head, you were out cold.


"Guuuyyyyyyzzzzz, slow down!"

Leo sighed, putting a palm to his forehead. "Mikey, what do you not understand about STEALTH MODE!?"

Mikey crossed his arms, "More than you, apparently."

The four brothers were returning back to their Lair after a night of patrol, trying to collect as many mutagen canteens as they could.

The leader rolled his eyes, "Just keep-"

The tallest one raised his hand, causing the others to be quiet.

"Guys, look." He pointed towards the street below them.

Seven black figures scurried out of a nearby building, with Tigerclaw carrying a limp body behind them. They quickly ducked into an alleyway and out of sight.

Ralph glared, getting ready to leap down. "Let's go get them."

Leo stopped him, "No. We'll deal with them another time. We need to get back, it's late enough as it is."

"Aww," Mikey frowned, "I want to kick some Foot clan butt!"

Donnie smirked, "You can, another day. Now let's get going. Master Splinter wanted us back before dawn."

With a trudging sigh, Michealangelo followed his brothers away from the building, and away from you.

~Time skip, brought to you byyyy *sigh* no one~

"Captain! The main transport valve has been overrun by-"

"Aches! Do you have back aches? Headaches? Even knee aches?! If so, it's time to try the new-"

"Fully automated carwash! That's right folks, it's here! You'll love-"

Mikey groaned as he laid upside down on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV.

"There is literally NOTHING on!"

Donnie glanced outside of his lab and rolled his eyes, "Then find something else to do."

"But I wanna watch TV!" He cried.

The older turtle sighed, "If you really want to do something then," Something on the TV screen caught Donatello's attention. "Wait! Don't change the channel!"

Mikey raised his hands up in innocence as Donnie walked into the room, his eyes glued to the screen. It was on a news channel, giving a report that Mikey DEFINITELY wasn't into.

"She was captured by unknown assailants in Dr. (L/N)'s lab, located on 7th Street and Pine Avenue. The kidnappers left no clues behind, and with the streets still rampant with danger, there's no sign of Ms. (Y/N) returning to her work anytime soon."

Donnie's jaw dropped. "That was her?!"

Mikey raised an eyebrow, "Who was her?"

"The person we saw Tigerclaw kidnap! That was Dr. (Y/L/N)!? And I let her slip out of my grasp?!"

The younger brother swallowed nervously, "Hehe, uh, you okay Donnie?"

"NO I AM NOT! Don't you know who she is?! She's Dr. (L/N)'s daughter! "

Mikey's face remained emotionless.

"H-he was working on a retromutagen before he was killed by the Kraang. (Y/N) could have all his notes, his experiments, even his formulas! I might even find the cure if I could just have a look at those notes."

"Yeah well, she's locked away with the Foot clan. There's no way you'll be able to see those notes."

"There is if she's rescued."

Mikey snorted, "Yeah right, by who?"

Donnie's sly grin immediately gave Mikey his answer.

"Ooooh, crab shells…."


"Hey!" A loud ringing sound echoed in your ears. You groaned and sat up, holding your head. You were in some sort of cage, enclosed by metal bars.

A fishlike creature smirked at you and stopped banging a metal spoon against his robotic leg.

"Oh good, you're awake. Now eat up."

He threw a plate of some green mush at you.

You grimaced at the meal and pushed it away. "No thank you."

"I didn't say it was an option. Now EAT!"

You glared at him, "I said, No thank you."

"Why you little-" He grasped at your shirt collar and shoved you against the bars, bringing your face towards his, "Watch your mouth!" He spat on your cheek.

While having a slimy fish's saliva drip down skin was NOT appealing, Your face remained emotionless. "…You were once a man, weren't you?"

He growled, "And how would you know that?"

"A fish would biologically be unable to aim his mucus at a particular spot. Sea creatures normally secret a thin layer of mucus over their bodies, not having any control concerning where it went. This means you were once a man, or perhaps a horned lizard, which can squirt blood from his eyes when threatened. Given that you somehow know my native dialect, I prefer to think it is the former."

The creature looked at you with disgust and threw you back to the ground. You winced and went up to your knees, putting back on your round glasses.

"For such a pretty girl, you are such an annoying nerd."

You smirk slightly, "Thank you, but I prefer the term 'scientist'."