Hey, I just got this idea while I was hanging in my Dad's office…so, the moment I got home I decided to start writing it…oh…special note…I will be rewriting my story A Message In Music soon, due to bad grammar. And for those who sent me nasty flames, and the one pacifically that stated the Kitten's with AIDS comment: You shouldn't be the one talking with a rude comment like that, because frankly what you said was rude and offensive, if my story was bad, then you SHOULD have told me without adding the immature comment about the Kittens. Sorry for saying that, but I had to get that off my chest

Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT, they belong to Mirage, but I'm happy to say that Zarah (sounds like Sarah) Thompson is MINE! If you wish to borrow her, then you have to ask me first!

Pairings: DonZarah, with future chances of onesided MikeZarah

Void: Default Chapter

A thin layer of dust covered the attic as a young woman began going through it, grabbing dust covered boxes and setting them aside. She sighed in irritation as a strand of sun bleached hair hung in her face, she tuck it behind her ear, where the short strands that escaped the French braid that cascaded down her back.

"Daddy's got to have somethin' round 'ere to store Mom's belongings," she whispered to herself. She silently made her way towards an area that had sun rays peaking through the window, an old trunk was covered in a thick layer of dust. The young woman furrowed her brow before making her way towards the trunk, pushing boxes and an old manikin out of the way.

She stopped and plopped down on her knees when she reached the trunk, her knees and lower legs causing dust to travel wildly in random directions. She was surprised there wasn't a lock on the trunk, and she carefully pried it open with a loud creak. The first thing that caught her eye was a yellowing sheet of paper, with a crayon drawing of a blond pig tailed girl, and a green blobbed with some yellow on it's stomach with purple blobbed on its forehead.

Furrowing her eyebrows, she reached in, picking it up and studying the picture, she flipped it over and noticed that there was a date on the back, written in the black ink pen her father would write with.

7/8/97

"Why is this so familiar?" she murmured aloud, flipping it to study the drawing more.

A sharp pain suddenly throbbed in her head, and she quickly placed a hand on her head as a wave of nausea hit her. Closing her eyes tightly, she could hear the child like laughter of two children, a boy and a girl, as she swallowed the bile that inched up her throat. The released the picture as a dry sob escaped her lips, it landing back inside the trunk, a word echoing through the void darkness that concealed an erased memory.

Donnie…

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Donatello rubbed his temples as the computer screen illuminated on through out his bedroom.

"July 8th, 1997," he murmured, "Why does that date stick out in my mind?"

"You're a silly-willy, Donnie?"

He perked up at the little girl's voice in his mind. He furrowed his brow, trying to reach back into his mind.

"July 8th," he whispered, before his eyes widened a bit. He couldn't help but notice on that particular date Master Splinter would go and check on him more often and even got to the point of forbidding him from meditating on that date.

But why?

A slight child like giggle entered his mind, causing him to furrow his brow before closing his eyes.

"You don't got a Mommy? You can share mine!"

The girl's voice entered his mind again, causing him to smile slightly.

"I want to 'member you, Donnie, but why won't our daddies let us 'member?"

He squeezed his eyes shut, remembering the tale of how he and his brothers actually met the Ancient One. Could he have had a memory Master Splinter wanted him to forget?

PLEASE REVIEW!

I hope you guys liked it…please let me know if you have any completes…oh…if you think Zarah is talking funny, she's talking like some Southern people talk, due to her mother's decent from the South…so, she picked up a lot from her.

Note to Readers: Please don't freak out when I use the terms "ya'll" and "youz guyz" in the same story, I know that they are completely different dialogue, but I wanted to do a sorta North meets South kinda thing, because I learned a lot during my trip up to the NYC. Like if you say "ya'll" up north people will look at you like you're a total freak of nature. Oh, if you want to see how my trip went, visit the website on my profile!