Eskimo: Hello all! I am Eskimo aka FeatherGirl13 and this is my friend Bunnie!

Bunnie: Heyo everyone! I hope you will enjoy our fic! It WILL be sexy 3

Eskimo: So anyways welcome to our TMNT fic! A few things that you should know:

1. Me and Bunnie will each take turns writing a chapter each in our own character's POV (I'm Ana, she's Cleo) and sometimes the chapters will be split up with both of us writing the same chapter.

2. This mostly takes place in the 2K3 verse with splashes of other TMNT worlds (kinda like Turtles Forever- LOVED IT!) so there will some differences than the 2K3 cartoon.

3. Also this is our FIRST fic (well my first that wasn't a oneshot…I don't recommend you read my older work…it's bad ;) so please give us CONSTRUCTIVE criticism and comments! Flames shall be used in Bunnie's pursuit to take over the world.

Eskimo and Bunnie: Neither of us own TMNT cuz if we did Donnie would be Bunnie's personal stripper and Mikey would serve us pizza in sexy leather suit! On with the story!

Pizza and Portals

A beautiful young woman, with long wavy raven hair and eyes that sparkled like emeralds in the pale moonlight shone with tears as she looked at the rugged handsome male standing before her.

"Oh Richard, please don't say it is so!" she cried clutching to him desperately. The man, now known as Richard, looked down at her with a solemn gaze with the look of never-ending sorrow in his perfect pale blue eyes.

"I'm afraid it is so my darling angel," he said dramatically, "I'm…dying of a new unknown disease that has never been recorded before… and there's no cure."

"Oh Richard!" The woman wailed as she hid her face in her perfect hands.

"Oh my effing jeez."

"But fear not my love, for our love is so strong that it will never die!"

"Wow…this is so cheesy I might not ever look at another dairy product the same way ever again."

"Oh Richard…" The woman said, tears streaming down her beautiful porcelain face with a sad smile.

"Ok that's it. I'm going AWOL."

The pair of star-crossed lovers shared a beautiful loving embrace that was sealed with a-

"-Doh!"

"Ah The Simpsons. Full of crude humor, barely contained innuendos and a dash of family values. Let the brain rotting commence." A small pale teenage girl holding a silver remote grinned and nestled into the couch she was currently occupying, burying herself into the multiple blankets the laid strewn over the piece of furniture. The girl was rather petite, reaching a height of only five feet (and one-half inch if you wanted to be precise) and was wearing an oversized black t-shirt with gray flannel pj pants. Her face was round in shape, and was covered in freckles that varied in size and shape. Her eyes were a light gray color, but were usually hidden by her oval-rimmed glasses and her black bangs that hung in her face. Her hair was cut pixie short, and hung limply at odd angles, as if she never brushed it…which she didn't.

"Indeed." Another teenage girl, who was sitting on the opposite end of the couch, giggled as she focused on the sight of one Homer Simpson strangle/choke his eldest and only son Bart, laughing out loud when Bart retaliated with a punch to his father's eye. This girl was slightly taller than her companion (five feet four inches); she was wearing a lime green camisole with hot pink pj pants. Her long and slightly wavy ginger hair fell to the middle of her back, with her bangs swept stylishly to the side. Her face was heart-shaped, also covered in freckles, which dimpled when she smiled. Her eyes were a dark shade of green.

"Oh my god. That was so funny." Laughed the redhead as the popular show went to credits. The brunette beside grinned in agreement as she observed her giggling friend. They fell into a calm silence silently watching the way overdone commercial ads and messages.

The brunette, being an avid hater of awkward silences, turned to her friend as said in a slow drawl, "Sooooooo, Cleo…"

The redhead, now labeled as Cleo, turned her head. Quirking a brow and her lips tugging upward and mimicked her friend's voice, "Sooooooo, Ana…what's up?"

Tilting her head, Ana asked, "Are you still dating that Jim-whatshisface?"

The small grin Cleo had promptly disappeared as she sighed, "No…he was being a total dick and I decided to end it before it could get worse." She shook her head slightly in disgust at the memory of her now ex-boyfriend. Good riddance of crap she didn't need.

Ana winced, "Aw crap. Sorry for bringing it up dude." She pushed up her glasses that seemed to be constantly falling down her nose, and pushed her bangs out of the way to see her friend shaking her head and grinning at her, "No don't be. Besides I'd rather be here spending time with you than with some jerk-off, Babycakes."

Ana smiled at her friend's enthusiasm. No matter what, Cleo always seemed to try and make the best of a crappy situation. Cleo always managed to pick herself up off the ground and keep walking and helping others up as well. That was actually how Ana met Cleo in her freshman year of high school. Ever since, they had been great friends.

"Well I'm glad. Besides you could do so much better than that dickweed; guys will be lining up at your door just to have a chance to see you." And it was true. Cleo could have just about any guy she wanted, she was definitely pretty enough. Ana took in Cleo's curvy figure and pleasing features, and then looked at her own flatter and plain-looking physique. She sighed; yep Cleo was definitely very, very pretty. She had had a good couple of boyfriends too, some more longer-lasting and others that lasted only for a few short weeks. How many boyfriends had Ana had again? Oh that's right: zero.

Noticing Ana's slightly bummed out look; Cleo knew instantly what her friend was thinking again. Rolling her eyes and grinning, she locked her friend into a headlock taking relish in the surprised yelp that the smaller girl produced.

"Heeey, stop down-sizing yourself! You are very cute and attractive. You're practically a Lolita! And one day, real soon I bet, you're gonna come across a guy who will think that you're the sexiest thing alive and he is going to adore you! And then you're both going to get married, and have lots and lots of babies and live happily ever after in Disneyland where I will visit and then we can go on Space Mountain together…if I ever get over my fear of roller coasters." Cleo finished her pep talk with a slightly disturbed face as she remembered her last experience on the mentioned amusement park ride. It hadn't gone well. Not. At. All.

Ana stared up at her friend, her head still locked in Cleo's arms, bemused. "You really think so C?" she asked softly, feeling slightly better. Cleo, having snapped out of her roller coaster stupor, released her friend from her hold and grinned boldly at her, "I don't think, I know." She replied smugly, putting her hands on her hips.

Ana smiled, "Thanks C. You always know how to make things better." Cleo smirked and flipped her hair and said in a haughty tone, "Was there ever any doubt? I know everything." She struck a pose and batted her eyes. Ana grinned and replied, "Oh yes how could the thought even cross my mind? For she is Queen Cleopatra of the Nile and she possesses everlasting wisdom and knowledge." Cleo squealed and tackled her friend on the couch, "Don't call me that! Or shall I have to refer to you by your given name Miss Anastasia?"

Ana laughed both in humor and in horror of her full name. She shook her head rapidly, her short hair flying about, "No! Anything but that!" The two friends laughed and wrestled playfully. Ana had gotten Cleo into a headlock (revenge for earlier) and was giving her a noogie when an announcement from the TV made them stop dead.

"Special News Bulletin: 8 more people have gone missing the past 2 weeks!"

Ana immediately released her hold on Cleo and they sat erect on the couch, all traces of amusement gone as they stared anxiously at the TV screen. A blonde woman in a smart business suit seated next to a man also wearing a business suit and glasses appeared on screen and began their report.

"Hello and welcome to Night News. I'm Karen and this is my co-worker James and we're here to bring you the latest news concerning the massive missing persons case that has been going on these past 6 months. These 8 additional missing people have brought the missing person count to a total of 98 people. "

The girls shot each other a worried look and quickly looked back to the reporters.

"Authorities are completely baffled by the rise in missing persons as 5 more people have gone missing in these last 2 weeks without a single trace. There has been little to no progress as to where these people have gone, who have taken them, or if they are even still alive."

Ana gasped softly and Cleo promptly crossed herself and said a soft prayer for the missing people.

"There has been no particular pattern or similarities between the missing people other than that they were young, late teens to early twenties, and were last seen at nighttime. It is with this information that we strongly urge all adolescents to lock their doors, travel in groups, especially at night, and to please be careful. Also we plead that if anyone has seen any of these people to contact authorities immediately."

Pictures of the people began to show on the screen, along with their names, ages, and the dates when they had last been seen. Cleo and Ana stared sadly at these pictures, knowing that it was very possible that none of these people would ever been seen again. People who had friends, families who loved them and missed them...it was terrible.

It began about 6 months ago, when suddenly out of nowhere 9 people went missing the same night. Police searched everywhere and came up with nothing, and then, only 2 weeks later, 4 more people had vanished as well. As the weeks turned into months, the police still came up with nothing, and the numbers began to rise higher and higher. Parents refused to let their children out of their sight, everyone went everywhere practically armed to the teeth, and no one ever went out at night anymore. It was chaos…absolute chaos.

"My god." Ana whispered suddenly, as a new picture flashed on the screen, her eyes widening to the size of saucers. "C-Cleo isn't that Jenna Wills from the cheering team at school?" She asked, her voice shaking. Cleo's eyes also widened at the picture on the screen. It was a girl, around 18 or so, with long dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, smiling brightly at the camera, with a background of rose bushes behind her. It was her, Jenna Wills. Cleo had graduated the year before and Ana had just graduated but both girls remembered Jenna from the cheering team. She had been nice and friendly to mostly everyone and was also kind to Cleo and Ana. They hadn't been close friends but they had said hi to each other in the halls almost daily.

And now she was missing too.

"Oh my god…" Cleo whispered her hand covering her mouth, Ana was shaking her head in…shock, pity, fear? Probably all three. Then something dinged in the back of her memory that made her heart stop, then speed up quite rapidly. Ana turned to Cleo and the look on her face told that she remembered too.

Jenna had lived only 6 blocks away from Ana.

Right now, Ana and Cleo were the only ones staying in the house. Her mother had gone to a well-deserved vacation (also with an immense of persuasion on Ana's part) in Vegas with some friends for the weekend, and her sister was at summer camp with her own friends. Ana's mother hadn't wanted her to stay home alone so she invited Cleo to stay over for the weekend until her mother got back.

The silence was cold and high with tension. Once again Ana, hating the silence, stood up suddenly, "Hey Cleo you want some more soda?" she asked with a too cheery grin. Cleo mirrored her friend's grin and nodded, "Sure, you got Coke?"

"Always do." chirped Ana as she strolled into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and grabbed two cans of Coke and began walking back to the TV room. As she was passing the front hallway she saw something out of the corner of her eye that stopped her dead in her tracks.

The front door was open. Open ajar, with its hinges loose.

"Oh…oh shit."

A piercing scream shattered Ana's thoughts as she jerked her head towards the sound.

Oh my god! CLEO!

Without thinking Ana ran immediately to the room where she had left Cleo.

"OH SHIT!"

They were everywhere. At least 10 of them. People, dressed in black suits and dark sunglasses (even though it was nighttime) in her living room. And between two of them, struggling like her life depended on it (because it did) was her best friend. Ana saw red.

Letting out of warlike scream, she threw the two cans of Coke at the two offending men who dared restrain her friend. One made contact with one guy's head and lost his hold on Cleo's right arm, causing her to lash out more violently. The other can missed the second guy completely and ended up smashing her mom's computer. Crap.

Cleo turned to Ana and screamed, "Run Ana! RUN!" All too quickly, the white-hot rage that had engulfed Ana moments ago was replaced by ice cold fear. She stood frozen, part of her screaming to run like Cleo said and the other screaming that she couldn't leave Cleo behind!

Ana was jerked out of her inner monologue when two large strong hands gripped her forearms from behind. Suddenly the reality of the situation came crashing down into Ana's mind and she began to scream, kick, hit, bite doing whatever she could to try and free herself. But there was only two of them and 10 (now 11) of the bad guys.

Cleo was also screaming and kicking and sobbing as she tried to get away but it was useless. The people in black dragged the girls outside and into the middle of the street. Ana got ready to scream her loudest; a damp rag was place over her mouth and nose. The smell was thick and stale and her vision began to blur. Ana also saw that Cleo had been given the same treatment and was beginning to fight less and less.

Through their foggy vision, the two girls watched dazed as one of the guys in black tossed a small disc-like object on the ground. The object began to glow a bright white color and suddenly a beam of light, about 10 feet high shot into the air. The beam began to grow wider and the light became brighter, until it stopped to become like a big bright rectangle.

No…not a rectangle…a door.

Finally succumbing to the drugs in their system, the last thing the girls saw was that big blinding white light.

Then there was only darkness.