This is not a good place to start reading; you'll want to finish the first 4 parts before coming here. Go see "The Walls We Build!" there's a list on my profile page.

As for the rest of you; you know the drill, I don't own ninja turtles; blah, blah, blah and please enjoy … :)


The Bonds We Make

Prologue:

(3rd:)

Raph honestly hadn't realized how much he had missed combat but it showed in how he was throwing the Black Gators around the room like toys.

"Hey!" He yelled when one tried to shoot him and he reached out to grip the end of the gun which crumbled in his hand before he lifted both it and the goon attached to the other end into the air and carelessly threw them over his shoulder into the skeleton of some huge-osaurus Rex before continuing with his rampage.

Unfortunately for his time limit however more of the Black-Suits just continued to file into the room. On any other day he would have been happy as all get-out with the never ending line of morons to make unconscious but Donnie was still waiting for him he needed to get up there.

"Get out a my WAY!" He bellowed charging the line to bowl over the goons like marble pins before bolting for the rope hanging from the ceiling. However before he could start the climb another one open-fired and as luck would have it severed the cord that would have taken him to his brother.

In a second the angry turtle had turned a white hot glare on the one that preformed the deed, but he didn't get the chance to exact his revenge before a pair of nunchucks flew through the air without an owner to collide with the guy's head taking him straight to the ground.

Looking up Raph found Leo making his way toward him as Mikey held the line with his remaining weapon. "Where's Donnie." Leo demanded quickly and he pointed toward the hole in the ceiling's window. "Go! We got this." He ordered motioning toward a doorway on the other side of the room that displayed an out-of-order exit sign before lifting his sword to parry an attack from behind and turned to continue the fight as Raph bolted for the door.

It took him no more than a minute to make his way out of the museum's main entrance and quickly started climbing his way up to the roof using the windows and corroded bricks. However once he reached his destination he realized his brother wasn't there but it didn't take long for him to spot a few Gators roof-hooping a few building away and started after them.

Though he knew Donnie could handle himself Raph still found himself getting nervous as he realized the people he was chasing weren't sporting the usual small hand-guns that the others had, instead they were totting larger sniper riffles.

These guys meant business.

However it was when he noticed that his enemy had stopped that he started to panic and quickly looked around for their target where he managed to spot Donnie just as his brother landed on the ledge of a rooftop a few buildings away. But looking back around at the Gators he realized they had seen him too and were taking aim.

Raph had never been a good shot with any kind of small weapon, but at the moment he let those shuriken fly he knew he'd hit his mark and a second later two individual Gators went down as he took out the third and forth.

However his instincts still flared and he looked around for the one he knew he had missed which he spotted on the rooftop below just as the man knelt to lift his gun on his shoulder.

"No!" He yelled throwing himself off a ledge to take the goon down, but his fall was to long – he didn't make it in time.

He saw the laser escape from the barrel of the gun just as he and his enemy hit the ground and not even a second later his shoulder flared with a phantom pain causing him to look up in horror as his brother went down only for both Donnie and the theft he'd been chasing to disappear in a flash of light.

(Thief:)

She was able to right herself shortly before hitting the ground which resulted in her legs aching slightly in return but she ignored it for her attention was quickly drawn to another form that had suddenly landed next to her, however this one only managed to stay on its feet long enough to break the fall before promptly collapsing.

"What?" She complained upon getting a good look at the creature to realize it was the turtle from the roof; however that argument was quickly forgotten as she looked around the area and realized that this was not where she was supposed to arrive.

"You gotta be kidding, what the hell is that all about." She grumbled at the transporter on her wrist and proceeded to glare at it sourly for sending her to the wrong place. However her rant was cut short when she heard someone gasping for air and looked down at the turtle again.

He was bleeding profusely from a wound on his shoulder and on top of that he clearly wasn't built to breathe nitrogen and sulfur; as he was not adjusting well to the change in atmosphere.

Curious she knelt to examine his wound only to find that it was made by a laser; which didn't make sense. From what she had seen of his fighting technique he could have easily dodged a blast like that, however as she tried to figure out why he hadn't she managed to get a closer look at the injury and her eye's widened as she observed that he would have had his arms spread when receiving it, like he was protecting something.

The shock of realizing what had happened dwindled away slowly when he attempted to take another breath of air only to not get any.

"You're having a really bad day." She informed him sympathetically realizing that the poor guy would probably bleed-to-death within the hour if he didn't suffocate first.

But then again maybe that would make it easier on him.

With that cheery thought in mind she stood up to stroll away without a care but didn't get very far before her conscience had her looking back at the poor creature again.

"Ah hell!" She swore before rushing back over to gently turn him around so she could rest him against her shoulder and started searching a particular pocket of her suit until finally finding what she was looking for and quickly used her teeth to open the bottle and forced the top into his mouth.

He instinctively tried to reject it but she quickly got over the shock that he was somehow still conscious and positioned him again so she could make it work.

"Don't fight me!" She ordered when he continued with his weak attempt to force her away but she was eventually able to get the liquid down his throat and watched as it immediately started working and he was finally able to take in a deep breath of air.

An edible atmosphere-converter was always a good thing to have in her line of work as she often ended up on all kinds of strange planets with all kinds of strange combinations of air. He was just lucky she still had one left after visiting his world.

"Damn-it-to-hell." She muttered sourly as she looked at the empty bottle and realized it was her last one. "You know those things are expensive? You owe me one." She couldn't help but grumble again before remembering that she really didn't have a case there as they were now officially even.

"Whatever." She started sourly before getting to her feet again after coming to the conclusion that he would live – for now. "It's not my problem anymore." She added more to herself and quietly turned to leave again intending to get much farther than just two feet this time.

However it would appear she was wrong as turning around only placed her face to face with the business end of a blaster.

"Hello boys." She stated with sass as the two Triceraton guards stared her down over their weapons. But unfortunately for her they didn't give her the chance to say anything more or try to escape before she was suddenly shot in the back by another that had come up from behind and promptly lost consciousness as she fell to the ground.

"An Algon huh?" The commanding officer on scene responded before ordering his men to take her to the ship and the Triceraton next to him quickly crouched to pick up the female alien before making his way toward the waiting transport a little ways away.

"What about the terrapin creature?" The other asked cautiously nudging the turtle's body as he lay on the ground breathing painfully. "He appeared to be friends with the Algon."

"They don't make friends without a reason." The captain stated in thought as he studied the creature curiously before finally ordering his men to have the terrapin loaded onto the ship as well.


Please let me know if you like the Thief, she's going to be my first OC main character.

I admit I'm excited.