A/N: Yes, This is not a dream, I, Arista Niara, have come back from her resignation thanks to some fans out there who actually annoyed me into coming back. I have decided to take over this fan fic since it appears that Saberdawn is going through a little too much with college and her jobs as well (and she says I do too much). So from here on out, the rest of the fic will be told by me, be scared.

Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT or anyone affiliated with them. I only own Callista and now Elara (Saberdawn has relinquished rights to me.)

Chapter 1

"Not Your Ordinary Day"

A muscular figure got off the motorcycle and looked around the city dump. His purple eye mask tales flittered and flapped in the wind with his dark eyes looking around to see what he could use. His eyes showed a look of hardness, almost jealousy. His dark shell and tight muscles were outlined by the wind as it blew towards him.

Why does everyone get more attention than me, asked the figure to himself. He sighed to himself as he trudged over to the nearest garbage heap. He didn't always want his job but it always seemed like the only way to get some attention from the one he called Master.

He thought about his brothers' ability to get attention as he began to rummage through the garbage heap. Leonardo has his practicing, Michelangelo has his jokes, Raphael has his rebellion that he continually creates but what did he have? Inventions.

It wasn't easy being him in particular. He was always the one who had to whip up some device that would make him and his brothers defeat whatever enemy they would be fighting. It was him who had to fix the stereo when Casey came over and threw something at it when he lost his temper. It was him who got into trouble when Michelangelo couldn't resist but press the pretty orange button that made something blow up in the lair.

Once again, the oven was broken and he had to go looking though the city dump to find the part to replace the oven part. He groaned as he had problems even finding an oven that he could dismantle. When I get home, I think I might kill Mikey for his last cooking experiment, thought Donatello.

He groaned again. He just wanted someone to learn how to fix things so that he didn't need to all the time. It wasn't that he didn't like fixing things; it was just that it got monotonous after a while, always fixing the stove, stereo, DVD player, or even a TV or two. He sighed as he realized just how much he wanted a vacation.

Suddenly, he realized his jealousy of his own brothers. He sighed. He knew he wanted some extra attention other than being told to fix something but he never thought it to be that severe. He found himself almost jealous of Leonardo, having a girl around to give him the attention that Leo never got from Master Splinter.

Depression began to set in, realizing his jealousy. He knew what it was that he was really looking for, someone, anyone to appreciate him for who and what he was, someone like Callista who could love him and give him the attention but not the attention just because they wanted him to do something.

His heart sank. He wasn't about to let anyone know his jealousy. Although his brothers always hogged the spotlight, he was the one upstaged by the abilities of his brothers whether the ability be good or bad. Don, snap out of it, you had your chance to go for Calli but you made no move, thought Don to himself, realizing that the only female turtle in the world slipped through his hands.

Finally, after about fifteen minutes of looking, he found an oven. He began to dismantle it with the few tools he brought with him. The glow of the fire of the homeless people him and his brothers were acquainted with bounced off the metal stove as he worked, shedding a little light on the subject.

"Donatello, my friend, it's good to see you here," said a familiar voice.

"Hi Professor! Good to see you're doing well," greeted Donatello as he looked up from his work briefly.

"I'm glad you're here. We have something that you have to look at. It's incredible. I'm almost sure that this will interest you and your bothers," said the professor.

"I'll check it out in a minute. I just need this part from this stove and I'll be set to check out what you have," said Donatello.

"I guess another hour with us won't hurt her," said the Professor.

Donatello dropped his screwdriver suddenly. His eyes slowly met the gaze of the homeless professor. Did he just say what I think he said, he thought. He quickly turned the last screw, took the part, and placed it into his bag. He quickly got to his feet.

"Please show me what you found. You made it seem urgent," said Donatello.

"Oh it is. We found her buried under garbage. It was rough hiding her but we saved her from death," said the professor as he took the turtle's arm and lead him to the gathering of homeless men, women, and children.

The homeless people looked up at Donatello and quickly moved away to make way for Donatello and the professor to get through to the middle. In the middle of the circle was a familiar figure. The curves on her were almost perfect, making the turtle's eyes widen further.

"Oh my gosh, it's a female turtle," gasped Donatello