I know I know... I shouldn't be starting yet another goddamn fanfic... But who can blame me? I mean, everyone probably has a few stories that they are working on at once and haven't finished at least one yet...right?

Anyways, I've already written out atleast 10+ eps/chaps so far. I'm gonna be posting daily. Maybe. Only if I can keep up with myself XD This chapter starts somewhere between Turtle Temper and New Friend, Old Enemy. I don't know how far in between, but my OC will be in New Friend, Old Enemy. I love my OCs! I created her pic and bio first before I even started the story and I instantly fell in love with her (no I'm not bi or lez, I just like her char). If you end up following this story, I'm pretty sure you'll figure out why I like her so much :3

Enjoy!

A sigh escaped the teenager's lips as she opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of milk, and chugged it before throwing the now empty bottle away in the trash can. Tracy Kittin had just gotten up from one of her long naps, which she thought to be 16-hours this time. "A new record…?" She muttered to herself as she checked the calendar that was hanging on her fridge. Her longest nap in her records was…11-hours. She smirked and threw her arms in the air with a shout. "A new record," she exclaimed, laughing. She then dropped her arms back to her sides and shook her head at herself, still smiling. She wrote down the new record in the cat calendar before stretching for the second time that morning, her arms stretched above her head. She stood on the tip of her toes for a few seconds before dropping down again. She then scanned her kitchen.

Tracy didn't live with a family of her own like normal teenagers her age. Nope. She wasn't even normal! She may look like just any normal human girl at the age of 15 or 16, but she was hiding a secret from the people around her day after day. She has cat ears on top of her head and a long tail. Her feet and hands aren't exactly normal either. Her feet are cat paws while her hands are kind of furry and have sharp nails that she can make grow long and sharper as she pleases. And with that being said, she has the instincts of a cat. She can yowl, hiss, growl, and purr just like a cat. She can crawl on all fours, she can run fast, and she can leap high and climb on things humans can't. She is also nocturnal, and she takes long naps just like any other cat. And, she can turn into a cat with gleaming yellow eyes. She can stay that way for as long as she wants, but if she is touched by the hand of a human, she will be turned back to her original form. She can also understand cats very well. She is skilled at fighting a bit, too, but she won't go as far as to announce it to the world and go looking for a fight. She knew a bit of martial arts, but not much. She did know enough to be able to protect herself though. That's what she can do. And you know what she is? Tracy Kittin, pun intended, is a mutant.

Since Tracy wouldn't be considered "normal" among the humans, she has to live by herself where no one can find her. Where, you might ask? She lives in an abandoned apartment building in the city of New York. The water and electricity is still turned on, so it works out just fine for her, but she won't know how long that will last. The building isn't that messy for an abandoned apartment. It was actually quite tidy. It wasn't as tidy when she first found it, but she was able to clean it up a bit to her liking and live there. While she was cleaning up the apartment, she found a kitten that had been abandoned and left alone. She took it in as her own and they travel almost everywhere together. And any cat that they see, immediately likes her because of her ability to understand cats.

Tracy blinked at the familiar meow and turned around to see her feline companion come walking up to her, rubbing up against her leg. She smiled before picking the cat up and allowing him to climb onto and lay across her shoulders with his tail curled around her neck slightly. "G'mornin', Lucifer," she purred, scratching the bottom of his chin. He purred back with a soft meow. He then stopped, seeming to realize something and then gave her a quizzical look and meowed. "Oh my bad." She giggled before petting the top of his head. "Good afternoon, Lucifer. Better?" He nodded his head slightly as he purred in content. She rolled her eyes before slipping on her custom-made trench coat and pulled the hood over her head, shadowing her face and hiding Lucifer in the process. Only his gleaming yellow eyes could be seen. She wrapped her long tail around one leg so it wouldn't look too suspicious. Lucifer rested his head on his paws as she walked down the stairs and out of the building.

The block was kind of deserted, too. No one seemed to be alive on the block or even walked on that side of the block. It was kind of strange, but Lucifer and Tracy got used to it. Tracy stuck her hands in the trench coat pockets before walking down the block and towards the stores that were only a few blocks away. She was getting low on food so she headed for the market. Once there, she walked down the different isles of produce and searched for something that would interest the both of them. Once they found a couple of things they liked, or might like, she stuck the items in her large pockets out of sight from any of the humans. She then tried to exit the store unseen, but that was kind of hard when someone walked in with a hood over their head and walked everywhere with it on. One of the market workers noticed her and stopped her.

"Where do you think you're going with all that food," he asked, narrowing his eyes threateningly at her. He was kind of an intimidating man. He was quite tall and had a nice build, but he was older and had a beard and mustache that needed to be shaved and messed up his good looks.

"What food?" Tracy asked innocently, tilting her head up slightly so that he could see her eyes.

"You're real slick, you know that? But not slick enough!" The man grunted and then grabbed onto her wrist.

Tracy narrowed her eyes and let a small hiss escape her lips before she wrenched her wrist out of his grasp and then kicked the man in the stomach, sending him skidding on the floor on his back a few feet away. People stopped what they were doing to look over and see what was going on, gasps and murmurs echoing around the store. She scoffed before whipping around and racing out of the store. Anyone who tried to follow her was quickly eating her dust. She dodged through the crowds and ran back to her apartment, opening the door and closing it behind her. And just in time, too. She could hear the echoes of police sirens drive by and head for the store. She walked up the steps towards the living room before taking off her hood and glancing out the window. She could see a crowd of people gathering around a few police cars that were stopped in front of the market a few blocks away. No one seemed to have known where she had gone.

Tracy glanced to Lucifer, who was sitting atop her right shoulder and staring out the window curiously as well. "Well, looks like I'm on the wanted list again," she drawled. He nodded his head in agreement, stilling staring out the window. She rolled her eyes before moving towards the fridge and cabinets. She took out the food and put them away in their respectful places. She then took off her trench coat and set it on the chair that stood at the island in the middle of the kitchen. She took out a package of salmon and opened it before setting some on the counter for Lucifer. He immediately jumped off her shoulder and began to chow down on the fish. Tracy then took the rest of her salmon and walked into the living room. She set the package of salmon on the couch before walking over to the TV and grabbing the remote. She sat down on the couch next to the package, only to find Lucifer back and eating more salmon. She rolled her eyes and pressed the power button on the remote and the news channel instantly came on.

Tracy grabbed the package of salmon and set it on my lap, making Lucifer move so that he can easily reach it, and began to munch on chunks of salmon. The news channel showed some reporters that were talking to some people at the market that she was just at. She immediately recognized the guy that she had kicked. And obviously Lucifer did too, because he hissed softly.

"I saw this teen with a trench coat, the hood over her head, come into the market earlier. I didn't think much of it until I saw her leaving a few minutes later. She didn't bother to go to any of the checkouts, but I knew she had some food stashed in those pockets of hers," the man explained.

"Did you confront this girl?" The reporter, a woman by the sound of her voice, asked.

"Yes, I did in fact. I grabbed her wrist and began speaking to her. She denied having any food in her pockets and when I was going to take her to my manager, she wrenches out of my grasp and kicks me, sending me flying about 5-feet away! I've never seen anything like it!"

"Have the police found this girl yet?"

"No, she disappeared around the area of that abandoned block. I doubt she lives over there. She has to have a family, right? She must have used that area to escape before making her way home."

"Idiot," Tracy laughed, clicking over to a different channel just as they were showing some footages of her 'sending the man flying' on some of the store cameras. "We live on this block, and they think I have family? Yeah right!"

Lucifer agreed with a flick of his tail, having leapt on her shoulders when the news channel had come on. The next channel had a space cartoon. Arching an eyebrow, Tracy watched as one of the men at a console began to freak out and then the captain slapped him to calm him down. "Okay…this is retarded…" She turned the TV off before flicking the remote gently onto the floor. "Okay, time for another nap."

Lucifer agreed once more and leaped onto the back of the couch as she turned into an orange cat with darker and lighter markings. Her blue bandanna with a darker blue paw print on it that had once been around her neck in her original form was still tied around her neck. She curled up on the couch with her long tail curled around her body. Lucifer jumped down and curled up close to her, setting his head on her back. They both lay there purring softly in content and fell asleep together.

The next time Tracy woke up was at dusk. Lucifer had moved to another part of the couch to get comfortable and was now sound asleep again. Tracy changed back into her original form and stood up, stretching. She then walked into the kitchen, her long tail swishing slightly behind her as she walked, and got out another bottle of milk. She chugged it and threw the empty bottle in the trash. She then walked back into the living room and knelt down beside the couch, scratching the top of Lucifer's head softly with a nail. "I'm going out for a while, I'll be back soon," she whispered. The only sign of acknowledgement she got from him was a purr and a flick of his ear. She smiled before walking out the door, grabbing her custom-made trench coat on the way and put it on, and exited the building to the roof.

Once on the roof, Tracy put on her hood and took a deep breath of fresh air. Well, as fresh as city air can get. She then sat down on the edge of the roof, one knee up and the other leg hanging down while one arm lay across her knee, her hands clasped together in her coat sleeves that concealed them. She watched some cars pass by, few that they were since it was the "Abandoned Block". She watched as the sun went down completely, making the colored sky turn purple and then a dark blue. Once the moon was high enough and the city was quiet enough to her liking, she stood up and jumped down onto the pavement below, landing on all fours, before standing up straight and walking down the sidewalk to the right, her hands in her pockets. Since it was dark, she didn't have to wrap her tail around her leg, but she still kept it concealed inside of her trench coat, as well as keeping her hood up.

After walking for a few blocks, Tracy got a strange prickling feeling in her skin. It was a feeling that she had felt before a few times and was well aware of. Someone was following her, and she could feel it. Acting like she was just sky-gazing at the star-less night sky, she stopped and tilted her head up, making sure to keep her hood on her head, and turned around slowly, acting like she was trying to locate the moon. Catching a quick glimpse of a few figures in black suits, she turned around and began walking again, but this time a little faster. She turned into an alley that turned out to be a dead end and just stood there, staring at the wall until she knew that her followers were blocking her only chance of escape. Well, not really her only chance. She then turned around to face her stalkers.

With her night vision, Tracy could tell that the four people were identical, clones if you will. And they all had expression-less looks on their faces. They moved forward with their hands outstretched, reaching towards her. In one motion, she made her nails grow into longer claws and slashed two times at the nearest man before knocking him to the ground with a swift kick to the head. She blinked in surprise and gasped softly as the man fell, the head being knocked off and bounced away, sparking as it did. Feeling very freaked out, she leaped from building to building on either side of her and used her claws to help her reach the roof before running away atop the buildings. She ended up passing another figure that looked kind of strange and she skidded to a halt, as did the figure. She turned to get a better look at the figure and, from the help of a street light nearby, could easily see that he was a mutant. He was like her! But the only thing different about him was that he was a turtle, and he had a staff attached to the back of his shell along with a purple mask on his face. He gasped when he saw Tracy, or at least her trench coat.

"You're the one from the news channel!" He pointed at me with realization. His hand had two fingers and a thumb. Strange…

Tracy took a slow, nervous step back before whipping around to run, but Purple was faster. He grabbed her shoulder and turned her around. She just stood there, staring at him, and then tilted her head down. She could see that he was reaching for her hood, but she didn't do anything, just squeezed her eyes shut. She felt her hood slide down behind her head. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes slowly, glancing at him. He seemed to be in a state of astonishment and…awe? She lowered her large cat ears and glanced away, avoiding any eye contact with him.

"Hey, Donnie!"

"You missed beating up some Kraang!"

Startled at the voices that sounded close by, Tracy immediately pulled her hood back over her head and whipped around. She ran away along the roof, leaving Purple to stare after her, until she found an alley that went all the through and leaped down into it. Landing on all fours, she stood and ran away towards her apartment. Reaching the familiar "abandoned" building, she opened the door and slammed it closed behind her, leaning her back against the door as she panted. She stayed like that for a few moments before finally catching her breath. She then ran up the stairs and closed the door to her apartment.

Lucifer was waiting for her, perched atop the island in the kitchen. He tilted his head as he gave her a quizzical look, flicking his ear and tail as he did so.

Tracy shook her head as she took her trench coat off and hung it on the chair again. "Nothing, I just ran into some trouble," she told him truthfully. She then got out another bottle of milk and got out a small bowl. She poured some milk in the bowl and set it on the island for Lucifer before putting the bottle back in the fridge. She then walked over to the window that was in the kitchen and set her elbows on the frame, staring out of the clear glass.

Four familiar-looking figures on a roof across the street caught Tracy's attention and she cocked her head to the side slightly. Well, one of them was familiar but the others just looked like him. They were mutant turtles, and Purple was among them. The others wore a red, blue, and orange mask on their faces. Blinking, she caught a glimpse of something purple coming towards her and she was able to take a step back before it hit the window and broke the glass, sending her skidding back on the kitchen floor and hitting her head on the island. Rubbing her head, she quickly got up and went over to the broken window and glared down at whoever shot at her. "What the hell?!" She shouted and then gasped, her eyes widening. The clones from before, though some of them were bare of any skin or human appearances, were standing by a van with some high-tech guns, which was what probably shot that purple stuff.

Tracy stumbled back a bit before whipping around and grabbing her trench coat, slipping it on. "Come on, Lucifer, we gotta go, now!"

Lucifer had his back arched and fur fluffed from the blast. But at the sound of her demand, he immediately leaped onto and lay across her shoulders with his tail curled around her neck.

Tracy pulled the hood over her head, concealing him and her ears once more, before moving over and leaping onto the window frame on all fours. She glared at the clones before turning and climbing up to the roof with her claws. She then started running along the rooftops, wanting to get as far away from those droids as she possibly could. Once far enough away, she leaped onto a higher part of an apartment building and stayed on all fours. She turned so that she could keep watch the way she had come. Lucifer leaped down from inside her hood and to the roof below before padding off in the direction behind her. She told him to be safe before keeping watch.

Tracy's ears twitched from beneath her hood as the sounds of fighting echoed over to her. She listened as the sounds of shots from those high-tech guns went off, shouts were heard, as well as blades and chain-rattling. It went on for several minutes before it grew quiet again. She narrowed her eyes before thinking. "How the hell did they find my place in the first place," she asked aloud. She then realized something as she finally felt something on the skin of her neck. She reached up and took it off, staring down at the small device in her hand. It looked exactly like the tech from those purple-shooting guns those droids had. She growled and threw it against the floor. "Damn it!" She hissed.

"Hello, there!"

Tracy gasped as she lost her balance and fell off the high part of the roof, landing on the lower part on her back. Groaning, she pushed herself up to a sitting position and held her head, having hit it on the lower part when she fell. She hadn't noticed that her hood had fallen down and her ears were clearly visible. She opened her eyes and then gasped, her ears back, as she noticed the four turtles standing where she once was atop the higher part of the roof.

Purple jumped down and held out his hand to her. "Are you alright?"

Tracy blinked, staring at his hand before taking it hesitantly, allowing him to pull her to her feet, or paws. Purple stared at her hand in surprise, seeing and feeling the non-normality of it, like his. "It's you again…" She muttered as she retracted her hand from his once she was standing, shoving her hands in her pockets so they could be concealed. She wasn't used to showing her 'physical attributes' to others.

Purple nodded before glancing at his – brothers, twins? – as they jumped down to land beside him. Blue stepped forward. "Sorry for the scare meeting," he apologized. He looked like the serious one. Red looked like the grumpy one. Not sure what Purple is…but a gap between his teeth could be seen when he opened his mouth to speak. Orange just looks happy-go-lucky or something. "Do you know why the Kraang are after you?"

"Kraang?" Tracy tilted her head to the side slightly in confusion.

"Those alien robots that attacked you," Purple explained.

"Oh, um… No, I don't," Tracy lied, shaking her head slightly. She averted her gaze and then looked back at them when one of them spoke.

"Well, I'm Leonardo." Blue introduced himself before pointing to the other three in turn. "And this is Raphael, Michelangelo, and Donatello." Oh, so that's their names. At least she could stop calling them by colors.

"What's your name?" Mikey asked. He still had that damn smile on his face.

"Tracy Kittin," she answered. She swished her tail to one side, clearly seen from under her trench coat.

"Kittin?" Raph snorted and then began laughing.

Tracy lowered her ears and glanced away. Was it really that bad? She then felt a weight land one her right shoulder and she blinked in surprised, glancing over to see Lucifer. Lucifer was glaring at Raph, his tail flicking from side to side, and growling lowly.

"Who's that?" Mikey asked, curious.

"This is Lucifer," Tracy announced. Lucifer then hissed at Raph, still glaring at him but was now sitting on her shoulder. "He says not to make fun of me."

"You can understand cats?!" Mikey exclaimed incredulously, appearing in front of her in a flash.

Tracy blinked in surprise and then swiveled her ears back in a bit of embarrassment. "Y-Yeah, I can."

Lucifer took one look at Mikey and then leaped onto Mikey's shoulders. He sniffed the turtle's face before purring, making a small meow.

Tracy blinked in surprise once more before smiling. "He seems to like you."

Mikey beamed happily and scratched Lucifer's chin. "Well, I like him, too!" Lucifer let out a meow and continued to purr.

"Back to the previous topic," Leo began, staring at Tracy. "It's not safe for you anymore since they are after you."

"I figured that much," Tracy stated sarcastically. Lucifer agreed as he jumped back onto her shoulders and lay across them, curling his tail around her neck.

The four turtles exchanged glances, having a silent conversation, before coming to an agreement. "It would be safer if you came to stay with us," Leo told her.

Tracy blinked in astonishment. They would allow her to stay with them? But they didn't even know her, and she didn't even know them! She exchanged a glance with Lucifer. Lucifer stared into her blue eyes with his yellow ones for a few moments before giving a curt nod. Tracy glanced back at the four turtles. "Would it really be okay if I stayed with you," she asked, a bit nervously.

"Of course."

"Alright, we'll come," Tracy announced.

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