a/n: hopefully i don't chase you just yet, but this is just like a starting chapter, things will start to slow down but pick in suspense later. sorry if it seems rushed but it's the first chapter slash prologue. hopefully you enjoy.

I'm an active kind of guy; video games, training, drawing, reading comic books, watching TV, roaming because I can and irritating the crap out of others (see supah grumpy big bro Raph). Naturally, I don't exactly like sleep lately I'm just so friggin' tired. I mean it! Like, one minute I'm watching Family Guy and the next I wake myself up because I snored too loud. It's like what I'm like on Thanksgiving 'cause I ate too much and I just keep drapin' myself over whatever won't fall over with my weight and fallin' asleep. Like wham, bam, STEE-RIKE you're outta here! It's crazy! A conspiracy I tell ya.

It's the weirdest thing when I fall asleep now though, like I'm not really asleep, just meditating (and I know cause I can so reach a level of calm required for meditation thank you very much LEO) and I can feel something warm wrap around me and squeeze me tight. Like a hug, with an octopus or something. Whatever it is, it smells like almonds and honey, like musk (the kind after you uh, well, yanno) and it makes me kinda…itchy. Yeah. Itchy.

Just yesterday though, when I fell asleep after training, I felt it wrap around me again, I could smell that sweet smell that makes me pant after it like April's marshmallow fudge brownies, but this time, I could it. Her. I saw her. Whatever she was, she had long brown hair that oughtta be in an L'Oreal hair commercial. She was taller than me a bit, like by a couple inches, and long, long mile long legs – I. Kid. You. Not. Brownish eyes that curved up; she looked Native American or Hispanic. Whatever, whoever she was didn't matter because she was a level of hotness I had yet to bear witness face-to-face with before (besides April). She looked like she belonged on TV. Made my jaw drop and everything.

I was in a dream, I knew, but I wondered how my delightfully genius-like mind could come up with her without ever having seen someone who looked like her. "Heya, never seen you before," I was kinda expecting an echo like we were in a cave but it never happened, it was just like normal. Huh. Mention that to Don next time.

She shrugged and came closer – and holy crap, well hellooooo black cocktail dress with heels. She had long dangling earrings that sparkled and the only thing I could think was, Day-um. I really know how to make 'em.

"I've been around for a little while but I was hiding," she said and – oh for the love of all things sacred and ninja she had a sexy voice – came closer yet. I could almost reach my arm out and touch her. I didn't dare.

"Uh why babe?" she was hiding in my mind? I thought up a woman who plays hard to get?! Why Mikey, WHY?!

She smiled, sweet and slow and in that way that women smile in rated R movies when they're onto a bedroom scene. "I was wondering when you were going to find me."

Oo-kaay, that made like no sense at all lady. "Okaaay, I guess," look up at her and shift a little. "So what's your name?"

I wonder, did I subconsciously name her? 'Cause I have a cat I named Klunk so I'm kinda hoping I didn't really name her…

She nodded and came 'round closer, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. She felt soft and warm. I have reptile skin; she's got this smooth, soft human skin. Feels like silk, I swear. She leans in closer and presses her lips, there's lipstick and it leaves a mark while she talks, "Mikey, I'm going to make you a deal."

I blink, hazy and shaking and even though I know this is just a dream, I can't help but feel small. My body's like lead, like I couldn't move if I wanted. Her breath's warm across my face and I can start to feel her lean her body into mine, pressing curves and everything against me. "'Kay," I make my mouth work and for the first time in my life I have to make it work. My mouth is dry and I find I can barely breathe.

One of her hands spread over the middle of my plastron, nails long and manicured with white tips, her other hand slides across the side of my face, cool and delicate with all these fine-bones. "I'll come whenever you call. I'll do whatever you want," she moves to the side of my, hand trailing across my middle and I can start to feel myself perspire. Can turtles perspire? I don't really give a crap except ohmygod she touching me and she's got bedroom eyes and ohmygod –

"Mikey," she says, "I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want, but you have to promise me," she leans in close so I can almost feel her teeth against my skin, "That you won't tell anyone about me."

I blink, now, coming a little out of the haze now that she's not hanging all over me, "Why?" it comes out shaky and breathy but I can manage, like totally. I'm still suave. To a point. Maybe. Hey, I'm a mutant turtle who was molested by a hot lady and I'm still standing. That counts.

"If you do, I'll leave and never come back." She looks at me solemnly, and I gape back.

I made a plays-hard-to-get and forceful woman?! The hell is wrong with me? "How can you do that? You're dream, yanno," I stare at her and she stares back but she shrugs.

"Go ahead then if you don't believe me." She looks up slyly, "But you'll never see me again and I can leave you to deal with your frustrations by yourself."

What? What?! WHAT?! She's friggin' serious and she's-she's-she's threatening to possibly, in the future, blue-ball me (even if we hadn't done anything)!

Then she says, "Wake up Mikey."

"Huh?" wake up? Wake up from what lady? Wait – I never did get her name –

"Mikey wake up, wake up you little twerp!"

After that dream, I shot up in bed and head butted poor Donny.

Now, I'm just standing around in Donny's rooms fiddling with my fingers 'cause I want to ask him 'bout that dream; kinda trippy you know? I mean, women. They wanna rule over us guys even while we sleep. I know that and I've only technically known April and Angel.

"Hey, Don?" I ask and I'm shifting from foot to foot. I'm nervous but I don't know why, I mean it's a dream, but in a way like a nightmare maybe? How though, I ask, does a hot lady just hanging off you and whispering stuff to you with all that sexiness that she is equal a nightmare? Cereal.

"Mn, yeah Mikey?" Don's working on a new program about blah, blah and blah, blah. Or, our newest, upgrading uber security system in layman terms.

"See Don, I had a dream" –

I hear him sigh, "If it's about Rachel Ray again, I'm going to" –

"No, no, no way man, this is like serious. And you're the only one I can tell. Splinter will get all guru-happy on me and Leo would just blah, blah you just need to train more but look at these muscles man," I flex, ohh yeah, "And Raph." I pause, look around, before I shrug, "Well Raph's an asshole, end of story. So, Donny mah man, that leaves you."

Donny looks up from his hunched-computer-dork-form and gives me a dry look, "I'm thrilled Mikey."

I grin and bound closer before he holds his hand up and I stop. I know the rules in Don-o's man-computer-cave. When he holds his hand up, he's telling you to stop so you don't break that or spill that or knock that over. "Anyway, I've been really tired lately," I start and Donny nods, paying attention.

"Yeah, we've noticed and Leo brought it up to Master Splinter but he just said you're probably aiming for another growth spurt." I perk up. Raph's the biggest out of us; muscled like a pit bull and taller too. Leo's tallest but not as heavy as Raph is. Donny's the smallest while I'm kinda just in the middle, though I do admit that what with my junk-food craze, I could afford to drop a few and put on a few more muscles. Heh. Damn Twinkies.

I blink and shake my head, focus Mikey focus!

"Is it possible to like talk to a dream, Donny?"

Donny leans back and looks at me, "Are you being serious, Mikey, no funny stuff?" I shake my head and I see him consider me suspiciously which I think is a good thing, because it means Donny's about to go off on a lecture with facts and statistics and junk so he'll really try to explain it to me. I say really try because well…despite my major good looks and charisma (ha! I do so read good material in comic books LEO) I'll be the first to admit that I sort of have a short attention span.

Donny shrugs, "Dreams are very mysterious Mikey. People say that they project our inner most thoughts and desires subconsciously, showing us what we really want, although with the mind running at less than half capacity, they aren't usually projected well." He turns back to his computer and starts typing in things, "Like, an old black and white movie compared to today's HD. Other people argue that people seek meanings in the dreams like divination or fortune telling."

I try to keep up, "Yeah but can you have like a full conversation with one Don?" I smell something sweet and musk. I tense up and look around. I don't see anything, or feel anything but it's just that smell.

By the time I have my attention fully on Donny again, he's already halfway through it.

"…so I'd say it would be highly unlikely that even if you did manage a full conversation with a dream that it would make any actual sense." He turns in his chair to look at me, "Does that help any Mikey?"

I shrug, "Kinda, I guess. Thanks though Don."

When I leave his lab, the smell doesn't linger there, it just follows me.