TMNT: Sisterhood

Started: 3/28/07

Summary: The turtles run into a little snag with Shredder, and end up getting extra help. To their surprise they've never seen anything at all quite like it. – Female turtles???

Note to readers: This is my first attempt to writing a turtle fic. So go easy on me with reviews. I use to watch the cartoon back in the 80's and the movies. So I'm a little rough around the edges.

Characters: I don't own any of TMNT. I only own my characters I've added to the story…

Leonardo

Raphael

Michelangelo

Donatello

Splinter

My characters:

Leader/trainer: Angel human weapons: Japanese Sai's – color - black

Sistine – pink – Egyptian Daggers

Madonna – yellow – European broadswords

Mona – silver – Celtic chakkram

Rated: PG

Post movie: TMNT – 2007

Chapter one – Help

The dark streets of New York left the turtles underneath in the sewers trying to stay warm from another rainy night. They would normally go out in the rain, but tonight was Friday and that left most of them hungry for pizza with almost everything on it except for anchovies. Splinter sat in a near by chair reading the newspaper. April and Casey were out of town to find another artifact while according to their calendar, Splinter missed them already and he knew the boys did as well.

After what recently happened with all of them Leo has stayed closer to home keeping an eye on all of them as well. He had also started checking out library books on Africa, North America, and other parts of the world he could see himself visiting and perhaps helping out as well.

Donatello was still working hard keeping all the crazy uneducated computer people up-to-date with computer technology of the new centaury. He wondered deep down if old people would stop yelling when they couldn't get something to work and just listen, or learn how to turn on their computer.

Raphael still hung high above the city at night rather Splinter wanted him to leave home or not, he still went out. Leo didn't care too much about it anymore now that he new what other name he went by night.

Mikey, well Mikey still loved his video games, and eating. He was always somewhere in the kitchen trying to find something to eat if or when he was hungry.

Raphael made his way down one of the main streets of New York. Sheets of rain hit him like hammers, but he didn't care. He liked being outside. And seeing that he still had his issues he had to work them out on his own without his brothers. He still felt hurt from what happened between him and Leo. He promised him it would never happen again. But like all brothers a fight was bound to bounce off each others back time and time again. Rough housing was part of their nature, fighting without thinking was something they still had to work on.

The tall buildings stood tall around him, and waited for any sign of H.I.D. or short for Help in Distress. These long nights normally caused him to sleep in most mornings, but he didn't mind it. He was a night turtle, and though he missed the comfort of a nice warm bed at April's, he was out here doing work.

April and Casey had left the city for a while for another job outing, and hopefully this time Casey wouldn't break anything without having to buy it or fix it again. They were still helping Casey with his accidents that he normally caused so easily.

Hearing someone screaming from another roof top he rode hurriedly through the streets to get there. Screeching to a halt on his bike; jumping off, he headed for the building with a coca-cola sign above it. Seeing ninja's fighting against what looked like a girl by herself wasn't good odds.

"Get off of me!" Angel yelled at the black ninja's who where in a hurry to either kill her, capture her, or just plan beat the crap out of her seeing that she new Tae Kwan Do. Her dark hair whipped at her face in the rain as she kicked two of the men down. Grabbing her Japanese Sai's she swung her first round of moves into the next few lined up. She knew without a doubt these where the Foot. Shredder's men, and ten to one they knew about her turtles. Not liking the odds, and wished anyone of them where there now, she grunted heavily and did a high side kick in someone's opened area. Hearing him go down moaning she grabbed him and swung him hitting two more men.

Killing was not her style but leaving them breathless was another move she enjoyed. Using the knife stroke she hit another one near the chest area knocking him windless to the ground. As he fell her eyes widened seeing him standing there. Not believing it for a second that it was one of her turtles she saw another Foot henchmen creep up behind Raphael; "Behind you!" She shouted.

Raphael turned around with a low kick sending one over the building, and one off to the right. Getting back on his feet he rushed over to her punching two other men on the way. Grabbing one of them by the collar Angel grinned; "Tell your leader he will not have what he's looking for here;" and released him allowing the last one to give the message to Shredder.

Raphael stood in awe wondering if he was dreaming. Her black outfit fit her just right, and almost looked like April's, but with a different style. Instead of a sword she had a pair of Japanese Sai's on her waist.

"Cat got your tongue?" Angel asked with a smile. Raphael rubbed his head; "No, just thought you were in trouble." He answered seeing that this woman could take of herself, which he liked.

"I've never seen any others like you before. Just once, but it's hard to find your kind your size around here." Angel pointed out. Raphael took a step back at her words.

"There's more like us?" He asked wondering wide eyed.

"You could say that." She answered.

"How many more;" He was marveled at the idea of more turtles like them their size.

"Can I meet them?" He asked. She laughed and walked toward him; "Sure if you can keep up." She added and with that, took out her rope and latched it to the other building, swinging off like Batman.

Raphael couldn't get the idea out of his head that there were more like him. And with that thought left many ideas that shouldn't be in his head. It seemed like they went half the city before they stopped near a theater that wasn't in use anymore. An old movie title was still on the billboard, along with broken windows, full trash can's and mud puddles near the doors.

"Come, we live here." She said, as she allowed Raph to enter first.

The old theater was called The Mystic; it had about five theater rooms and a basement for storage. Angel led Raphael to the far theater off to the right. He liked the inside it was old, with a musty musk smell to. Reminded him a lot of how Splinter smelled even though rats normally smelled worse that, Splinter liked to stay clean, and Raph didn't blame him.

Passing the old front desk where candy and popcorn was held for the customers Raph entered the main room. His eyes went wide even more in shook, as he looked at all three turtles. He gulped, for the fist time he was nervous, being that these where female turtles.

"My name is Angel by the way." Angel finally greeted herself to Raphael; "What's yours?" She asked him.

"Raphael." He answered still checking the girls out; "Like the painter/sculpture?" She asked; "Who did the painting named Angel?" She added, liking this turtle already.

Raphael looked back at her now realizing she was interested in him. A human liking a turtle, not that April didn't like him, but this felt a little bit different than ordinary talk.

"Ah, yeah I did a little bit of research on the guy after my master named me. And I guess he did do a painting named Angel." Raphael answered.

All the other tree turtles had stopped what they where doing for their nightly work outs and walked over to Angel; "Who is he?" Sistine asked smiling over at him. Raphael backed up not sure if he should sit, stand or tell the guys about this. He knew that Splinter would want to know about this.

"Introduce yourself girls, don't be rude. He's a guest." Angel ordered. Sistine stepped forward, she was short for a female turtle, but her complexion was very well defined, and her eyes where a deep brown. She wore a pink ninja bandana around her eyes; "I'm Sistine, most of the time they nickname me, Sis, after the Sistine Chapel by Michelangelo." Sistine introduce herself and sat next to Angel.

"My name is, Madonna after the painting Madonna, forgot the creature." She said feeling bad she couldn't remember.

"It's okay, it was done by Donatello." Angel added for her. Madonna smiled again and sat next to Sistine.

"My name is Mona after Leonardo's Mona Lisa painting." Mona waved and sat back down holding her celtic chakkram.

"This is so weird; all of you are named after something one of them did. Even you Angel, even though you're not a turtle.

"Yeah, well I was the one who turned my turtles into turtles." Angel added. Raphael stepped back even more now.

"It's okay; I'm not going to turn you back or anything. I'm also a witch. So I'm guessing that's why the Foot was after me. Normally a witch would have pet cats, but I had three turtles and wanted to do something for the world. And turned them making them into fighters." Angel explained.

"I think I should tell my master about this." Raphael said, and looked at the time it was almost time for him to get up or get done with his mediating.

"I'm sorry Raphael but I can't let you leave now that you now that you know." Angel said getting up; "If your master knows you're missing its only because you left, and I'm sure he will know that you will return, but as of right now you are with us." Angel said getting ready to attach him.

"Whoa, lady; you invited me faults under pretence then, and I thought that being a guest meant I could leave without having to stay, so I think that's what I'm going to do." Raphael said, and with that he used one of his smoke pellets to hid himself and escape. He wondered how good these turtles where, and seeing this human was a witch he also didn't want to be turned into anything else but a turtle. With one poof of smoke he was gone.

"Dude he did the poof." Sistine stated with her humor.

End of chapter one

To the readers:

This is my first TMNT story, so go easy on me. I normally write Smallville stories… Tell me what you think…