Set in the 2003 TMNT

"Oh, if the sky comes falling down

For you there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do"

Hey Brother by Avicii

[#1]

I moved to New York for college to embark on an adventure. To learn more about myself and meet new people—try new things. Mom and Dad weren't too thrilled out it, but they couldn't argue with the fact that I would be getting a good education and I had scholarships to offset the out-of-state tuition.

"These six to nine classes will be the death of me," I muttered, stepping out of the academic building and moving swiftly to my car parked just a few feet away. Once safely inside I let myself relax—music from the radio ate up the silence. I began going through a mental to-do list and so far the only thing left was finish an assignment due at 11:59pm and some light studying. Well, might as well go to the library and get crap done. So, I got out of my red Ford Escape and made my way across campus—stopping at the on-campus Starbucks for a quick latte.

Studying and finishing the assignment was incredibly boring, but it needed to be done before I sat in the living room of my apartment watching Netflix for the rest of the night. Luckily I was out of the library at 12:20am—everything pressing completed. I wasn't a fan of walking around so late at night, but it needed to be done.

"Where the heck did they go?" I grumbled, setting my backpack on the ground to search for my keys. Big pocket? Nope. Middle pocket? Nada. As I shifted things around my anxiety began to raise. Normally, I had my keys ready with mace firmly in my hand—but tonight I'm tired and off my game. "Come on, where are you?"

It wasn't until a shadow loomed from my side that I paused my search—a scream threatening to rip through my throat, but died down when I recognized the dark eyes that peered at me. After a moment of gathering my sanity, I glared at the blue banded turtle, hissing: "I hate when you do that."

"And you know that we hate when you're out this late." His shoulders were square, eyes surveying our surroundings. The parking lot was vacant of any other cars and the area I was parked in was covered with a shadow.

"I'm a college student Leo," I sighed, sticking my hand back in the backpack. "It's basically my job to stay out late. Just be lucky I'm studying and you're not dragging me out of some bar."

His eyes narrowed. "You don't like bars."

"You're totally missing the point." When I finally fished my keys from the smallest pocket of by bag I unlocked the car and threw it in. "Well I have my keys now and I wasn't mugged so…" Leo sighed and I could tell I was testing his patience by how little I cared about being by myself so late at night. "Look, I needed to study and the library was the only place I could be productive. I know you're worried but honestly I'll be okay." I tried to give him my best smile through the exhaustion I felt. "I promise I'm heading straight home."

Part of me knew that Leo would never stop worrying about me—he was a worrier by nature and his fierce protectiveness over his family made it ten times worse. Ever since my freshman year at NYU when I met the four mutant turtles I was under their care—sometimes sensing them at night when I was walking back to my dorm and they "just so happen to be in the area" for their patrol. However, now I'm a junior and I know my way around the city. I wanted him to know that I would be okay. That there were so many other people to care about that were actually in trouble—not just getting done with homework.

"Kaylee…" He muttered. He glanced up at a roof top where I assumed his brother's stood watching the area. "Just get back home, okay? There has been an increase of woman attacked around here…I just want you to be safe."

I smiled a bit at his concern. "Bro, I'll be heading out as soon as your worried gaze stops piercing my soul."

He rolled his eyes, motioning for me to get into the car—shutting the door after I was settled on the driver's side. "Are you coming by tomorrow?" He questioned when I rolled the window down. As of late I had been swamped with projects and papers due to the approaching end to the semester. Add on time with other friends and that made my visits to the lair dwindled from every other day to once a week if possible. And when they visited my apartment I always fell asleep in the middle of a movie or game.

Resisting the urge to check my planner to see what I had due over the weekend, I nodded. "Yeah, for sure."

He knocked his knuckles on the back window. "Alright, see you then."

"Tell the guys I said goodnight!"

He nodded before disappearing into the night. His concern touched me, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there were so many more important people to check on then me.