A/N: This is the beginning of the sequel to Contact. This one's going to be heavy on the TMNT universe side as opposed to the last one. Yes there will blood, violence, gore, foul language, and potential body horror in this fic. Paring definitely include Capril, Gwevin, and Benlie.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, settings, mythos, etc. from either the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Franchise or the Ben 10 Franchise. I do own what elements that I have completely made up and my OCs. This fic is done for fun not profit so please do not sue.

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Metamorphosis

Malaise

She was worried about the man currently resting in their bed. The brunette was slick with sweat and flushed red from forehead to navel as a fever raged within him. The redhead placed a damp cloth on her fiancé's brow as he slept. Quietly the pale woman slipped out of the room.

"How is he?" Her younger friend's voice floated through the hall well before she came into sight. The teen's younger brother brooded in the corner, appearing uninterested in everything but the woman knew that he was secretly concerned with the welfare of his best friend. Sighing she plopped down next to the purple clad teenager on the new couch.

"He's asleep," The human female replied to the mutated chelonian teen. "But he doesn't seem to be getting any better. Thankfuly his doctor is going to see us in the morning."

"At least he's sleeping." Donatello offered attempting to relieve her stress. Tapping a thick pointer finger on the tip of his beak he suggested, "April, do you mind if I take a few samples from Casey to see if I can find out anything myself?"

"No problem Donnie," O'Neil smiled and gave the giant Red-eared Slider a hug before getting off the couch to make some soup. "But you might want Raph to help. Casey is a bit disoriented and he has a thing about needles."

"Right. We just need to stop by the Lair first and pick up a few things."

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Dazed blue eyes blinked at the terrapins. The distinct feeling of being pricked with a needle had woken him from his exhaustion induced slumber (don't ask how he could recognize the feeling of a needle prick while unconscious, let's just say that he was once green at the vigilante gig and that there were and are some really bad people in New York). Normally he would have acted on his first instinct and lashed out at whoever was doing something to him with sharp objects in his sleep. Normally he would but he was feeling so lethargic that he could barely move.

That head cold he felt starting when he left Bellwood turned out not to be a head cold. At first, it was just a stuffed nose and the sniffles. Then it grew to include a sore throat and a bad cough. Ever had a bad cough with a sore throat? It's horrible, absolutely fucking horrible. He was still feeling well enough the other day to drive to his Auntie's place to drop off Shadow to get her acquainted with some of the other members of the Jones clan. On the way back the vigilante just started to get tired. He sorta passed out at the wheel and Ape had to take over so they wouldn't crash and die in a terrible fiery wreck. Since then the normally hyperactive man had been feeling weak and extremely hot (and not in a good way).

"Heeey Raaaphiee," The vigilante greeted the red clad turtle that was physically restraining him at the moment. His speech slurring a bit as he spoke since his tongue feeling just as heavy as the rest of him. "Whaaatchuuu doooin' GeeeekFaaceee?"

"I'm just taking a few samples to do some tests, Casey." The super genius reptile answered the not very sharp mammal. Thick fingers removed the needle and sealed the vial now filled with Jones' blood before placing a Scooby Doo bandage on the hole.

"Ooaaky dooaakie." The brunette mumbled as he drifted off back into dreamless sleep feeling hotter than before.

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A/N: Yay! The beginning of a new fanfic. I'm still debating on which villains should show up besides the Purple Dragons.