Author's Note: After much waiting, I finally have the first chapter of Turtle Dove 2! Now, a few things to clarify here: this is set three years after the end of Turtle Dove, meaning the Turtles are about 21 years old. The Foot Clan and the Kraang are still gone, but we still have the Purple Dragons and some new villains, too. Not going to give a lot away, but expect a bunch of new adventures with the Turtles and their friends! Now sit back and enjoy!


Chapter 1: Start of Something New

New York seemed to change so much in such a short time.

Really, it didn't change THAT much, but the changes still stuck out. Such changes included Antonio's Pizza changing into Antonio and Son's Pizza Café, a new smoothie shop where the strange trinket store used to be, and Murakami's having more customers than ever thanks to a reformed Purple Dragon coming to work for him as an apprentice chef. There were a few other things, as well…such as the TCRI building being long-gone and the World Genome Project being under new supervision. Normal people saw it as corporate takeovers, but certain insiders would know it was due to the Kraang finally being driven back to Dimension X…for good this time. They would stay there too, thanks to the Utroms.

To think, it had been over six years since they first came to the surface.

Leonardo stood on the rooftop of a local apartment building and stared at the scenery, comparing it to that very day when they first came to know New York's aboveground. It was almost funny how naïve and scared they were, especially when they were told to be afraid of public bathrooms by their overprotective father. At fifteen years old, they never would've thought they'd actually fulfill their dream of seeing the surface…and even now, at twenty-one years since they first mutated, the scene of the city above the sewers still amazed him and his brothers.

With so many things that happened over those six years-thwarting Kraang invasions, putting an end to the Foot, saving Earth from the Triceratons, and surviving an anti-mutant movement-they all could enjoy some form of peace as a reward. Sure, there would still be crime in the city, but they preferred that over evil aliens and ninjas and mutant-haters. Now Leo could go out with his brothers without worrying about being hunted down. There was just one difference right now…Donatello was noticeably absent from the group.

"Sheesh, he's late." Raphael grunted, chewing on a toothpick and staring at the traffic below. "He was supposed to get outta the lab a long time ago! I knew I should've dragged 'im out!"

"Never rush a turtle of science, bro." Michelangelo scolded, leaning against the entryway to the stairwell and fiddling with his now-long mask tails. "He'll be here when he gets here."

"Just be patient with him, Raph. He'll be here." Leo agreed, absentmindedly tracing the scar on his cheek. "So, let's review: we're checking out the new gang called the Turks. They're in a turf war with the Neo Purple Dragons, so we have to-"

The lead turtle stopped mid-review when a figure appeared mid-air, skating along electrical lines and clothes lines like Tarzan, and landed right in front of them in a ready battle stance. Normally, this would make any spectators clap and whistle over the performance…but Leo simply scowled and remained unamused. "Glad you made it, Donnie…but did you really have to make such a dramatic entry?"

Donatello offered a laugh, straightening up and pulling his goggles around his neck. "Well, I have to do a dramatic entry every once in a while, Leo! Or are you the only one allowed to pull them off now?"

Ignoring the 'oohs' coming from Raph and Mikey, Leo huffed and rolled his eyes at the remark. "Yeah, yeah, rub it in, why don't you? Seriously though, did you gather the info we needed?"

"Well, ask, and ye shall receive." Donnie pressed a few buttons on his newly-upgraded T-Phone, courtesy of Fugitoid's technical wizardry, and projected a holographic map of New York. A few yellow dots flashed on certain locations and the genius turtle pointed to each one and explained, "These points represent high activity from the Turks, so these have to be their primary gathering places. One of these places happens to be that…former nightclub torn down last year."

The other Turtles cringed at the mention of the now-demolished nightclub, but pushed aside any discomfort from the past and studied the map. Leo was the next to point at it. "Besides that one, looks like they've also taken over the Auman Chemicals territory, and they've got the warehouse that hosts a lot of dog fights."

"So what're we waiting for?" Raph asked, eagerly cracking his knuckles. "Let's go see what these Turks are up to and pound 'em into the dirt!"

Before they could march on, the map projecting from Donnie's phone disappeared when the text notification ping sounded. Despite his brother's protests, Mikey grabbed the phone and pulled up the text as a cheeky grin appeared on his face. "Ooh, Donnie's got a text from his lovely lady!"

"Give me that, Mikey! Geez, you're twenty-one, not six…" Donnie glanced over the message, and it was indeed from his girlfriend. "Guys, Cheyloe said Kaitlyn had a boy! She sent a picture!"

The Turtles hovered over the phone and saw the picture Cheyloe took from the hospital room in New Jersey. There was Kaitlyn, tired and disheveled, holding her newborn son in her arms. The brunette left for New Jersey a few days ago to visit her heavily-pregnant friend, which ended up in her accompanying Kaitlyn to the hospital along with Kaitlyn's boyfriend. The news also gave him another indication: Cheyloe would be on her way home that night to share more. A bit of news that gave Donnie a great sense of relief.

"I guess I know where you'll be once our mission is over." Leo commented, waggling his eyebrows at his genius brother and smirking.

In spite of always reminding himself that he was now a mature adult, Donnie stuck his tongue out at his eldest brother and huffed, "Real classy, Leo. I expect that behavior from Raph or Mikey."

"Well, you spend every other night there; about as much as your lab now. I can't say I should think any different." Leo retorted casually before poking his brother in the plastron, "By the way, sticking your tongue out like a little kid isn't classy, either."

"Shh, shh, guys, look!" Mikey quieted his brothers and pointed to the streets below. "I think it's the Turks!"

Once they all eyed the sidewalk below, they spotted a group of young men prowling around for fresh meat. Most of them either had shaved heads or hair dyed every color of the rainbow. Some were decked out in leather, others in ratty old hoodies, and a few sported piercings in their ears and faces. To put it simply…they looked ridiculous. But the info on them proved them to be anything but ridiculous. The group as a whole was under investigation for neatly-organized robberies, assaults, and even a few murders of innocent people. So, they were more of a threat than the pre-Hun Purple Dragons.

The gang suddenly set their sights on a woman and her son walking home. It didn't take long for the thugs to corner them into a dead-end alley, flashing knives and a stun gun with the message 'do as we say and you'll live'. The frightened looks on the victims' faces were enough for the Turtles to jump into action.

"Let's go!"

Leo was the first to throw a flurry of smoke bombs at the gang members, obscuring their vision and the vision of the potential victims. Since the public was still becoming aware of mutants in the city since the 'Farrah Rosenberg incident', it was best for them to remain in the dark, both figuratively and literally. The gang members started swiping at the smoke and hitting nothing, and they failed to notice the woman and child running away to safety. The lowly members of the Turks suddenly came under fire: swiped by swords, nicked by the pointed ends of a pair of sai, and getting knocked in the head by nunchucks and a Bo staff. The barrage of weapons kept impacting the Turks until only one stood…a meek one, seemingly no older than a high-schooler.

The smoke cleared enough for the scrawny Turk to see four pairs of solid-white eyes and reptilian silhouettes. A silent standoff went on for what felt like forever, until Raphael bared his teeth and waved his fingers menacingly; just like he did to that pizza boy six years ago. The gang member screamed and immediately ran for home as he shouted apologies to them and the woman and son.

Said woman and her son came from their hiding place a moment later to see their heroes, still obscured in the darkness save for their eyes and outlines. They paid no mind to the fallen Turks on the ground, and the woman cautiously asked the figured, "…Are you the ones who saved the city?"

A moment of quiet, until Donnie answered, "We're just four brothers doing what we do best…looking out for NYC." He glanced at the gang members groaning in pain. "Call the police…tell them said four brothers have a present for them."

The shadows disappeared, leaving the mother and son staring at the gang and silently thanking the shadows for saving them. The mother pulled out her cellphone to notify the police and return the favor to the heroes.

Just another night's work for the Hamato Clan.


April O'Neil shut her textbook and shoved herself away from her desk. Her room became too quiet again, and that made studying for exams less than fruitful, not to mention absolutely boring. Right now, she actually preferred the Foot Clan reemerging over college exams. Actually, she'd prefer that or having Raphael over instead of studying. But Raph was probably on a mission, and her dad was once again out of town for work. That left her, biomedical student and Hamato Clan kunoichi, alone and craving action. Maybe go visit Casey and Gabby at the garage, or call Miwa or Cheyloe for 'girl talk', or fetch Andromeda and watch cat videos, or-

April saw four familiar figure hopping the rooftops right on time. She shoved herself away from her desk and quickly grabbed her trusty tessen and tanto from the closet before hopping out the window. The redhead scaled the fire escape like a spider, reaching the rooftop and getting a better view of the four figures. That's when she started jumping across the rooftops, so much better compared to when she first started training, and reached the four with a triumphant shout.

"Mind if I join you?"

Raphael turned and wore an excited grin. "There's always room for one more, babe!"

"We're really heading home, but we're looking for Turk hideouts on the way." Leonardo quickly explained, though he enjoyed the company of their longtime friend and brother's girlfriend. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be studying for exams?"

"Couldn't concentrate; I needed some fresh air! And what better way to get fresh air than a rooftop run?" April showed her enthusiasm by doing a backflip onto the next rooftop, not noticing Raph having a momentary freak-out. "Is Cheyloe back yet?"

Donnie piped up, "She's coming home tonight! I'll be dropping by later, so I'll tell her you said-"

"GOONGALA!"

The five halted when they saw a figure in a metal skull mask jump down from a nearby billboard and land in front of them. For a moment, it seemed the Turtles and April would draw their weapons and attack this loud stranger. Instead, Donnie growled and crossed his arms in front of his scarred plastron.

"Casey, give a turtle a heart attack, why don't you!?"

Casey Jones shook his greasy hair off his shoulders and removed his mask, presenting his classic 'cave-mouth' grin. "Yer just bein' dramatic, D. Casey Jones always has to announce his presence to friend or foe." His eyes went to April and his grin immediately widened at the kunoichi frowning at him. "Aren't ya supposed to be studyin' for class, Red?"

"Aren't you supposed to be managing the garage or helping Gabby? She can't hold the fort down with a baby on the way all the time." April chastised.

"Gab said I was gettin' restless; told me to go out an' get some air. 'Sides, if I tried holdin' down th' fort all th' time, we wouldn't have a business." Casey chuckled.

There were two things the others never would've expected to happen to Casey. For one, they never expected him to start up his own garage and become a hockey coach for Roosevelt Elementary School. The kids weren't terrified of him as they believed, except maybe the kids that came from the upper-class families. They also never expected him to meet Gabrielle at the local diner, get married at the courthouse, and have a kid on the way. They could push back the disbelief of his good fortune in order to be happy for their friend.

"Well, we were on our way back to the lair. Wanna hang out for a while?" Mikey offered.

The vigilante shrugged, "Eh, why not? Looks like you guys took care of th' crooks. Let's go!"

The six took off across the rooftops, unaware of a presence watching their movements…


"Sensei, Andie, we're back!"

The Turtles, April, and Casey entered through the turnstiles and into the sewer lair. At first, no one heeded Leo's greeting, but moments later the door to Donnie's lab opened to reveal Andromeda. The android smiled at the others, saving a bigger smile for Leo, before bowing slightly.

"Welcome home, everyone." She greeted politely. "How was patrol?"

Leo stretched his arms over his head and grunted. When Andie came up and placed her hand on his upper shell in concern, he grinned and replied, "We took down a group of Turks. They're recruiting high-schoolers now, but the new guys weren't much of a challenge."

"Do not get overconfident, my son. One small group pales in comparison to the entire gang."

Out of the dojo emerged Master Splinter. The humanoid rat sported a greying muzzle, and he relied much more on his jade cane for transportation for over a year. He still wore the montsuki Anna made him, although there were some spots of repair after much training between him and his children. Splinter looked upon his sons and felt amazed that they were no longer the unsure teenagers he often became overprotective of going to the surface. He always felt proud of the responsible, confident young adults they became, as with April, Casey, and Miwa.

"We know to be careful, Sensei." Leo assured. "We know to be cautious while they're growing in numbers."

Raph shrugged and added, "I guess they're trying to prove they're as tough as the Foot Clan was. Speaking of Foot Clan, how's Miwa coming along with that?"

Splinter stroked his beard, answering, "She has acquired leads concerning Tiger Claw's location, but has apprehended any low-level stragglers still campaigning in Shredder's honor. Shinigami oversees finding any remaining Hamato Clan members."

"Ooh, I need to web-chat with Shini! I haven't done that all week; I bet she misses my handsome face!"

Mikey ended his declaration by bolting for the lab and straight for the computer to chat with Shinigami. When Raph and April decided to migrate to the couch, albeit with Casey tagging along, Leo left with Andie to enter the dojo. Donnie began making his way to the lab when he remembered something. "Oh, Sensei, I'll be out later. Chey's almost back from New Jersey."

"You've been anxious for her to return, Donatello; I can tell." The rat mused with a suppressed chuckle. His humor ceased when a dull pain in his knees flared up once again, making him visibly wince and bite back a groan. While he knew getting older came with increased wisdom, it also came with aching joints. Right now, his knees told him he needed to sit down. "Please tell her that I will need another dose of those joint supplements…"

The purple-masked turtle immediately took his father and guided him to the sofa. He'd been doing what he could to ease his father's joint pain, but wouldn't have access to better medicines until Cheyloe returned. That meant Splinter had to get by with Ibuprofen and heating pads. "I'll be sure to tell her that her favorite patient misses her."

Once Splinter was seated down and easing his knees, the evening went on with everyone chatting and later enjoying a pizza Mikey ordered. Just like when they were teenagers, nothing beat eating pizza and just hanging out. They couldn't do it as much as before, with April in college and Casey running a business and having a family, but every time they could, they treasured it. It was when Donnie bit into his second piece of pizza that his T-Phone buzzed with a new text message.

"Oh?" The genius turtle looked at his inbox and grinned at the new message. "She's back!" He shoved the rest of his pizza into his mouth and bolted for the lair exit, declaring with a full mouth, "I'll be back later!"

While everyone else stared and simply shook their heads over Donnie's over-enthusiasm, Splinter merely chuckled to himself, "Young love never ceases to amaze me."

"Young love? More like 'dopey puppy-love'." Raph jested. Quiet for a moment, he looked over at April and plainly asked, "I don't ever get that bad, do I?"

April only smirked. "Do you want me to be honest?"


Cheyloe Doggett threw her purse onto the kitchen counter with a sigh. After hours of staying at a Hoboken hospital with Kaitlyn and more hours driving back to New York, she was more than ready to have a date with her mattress. But there were already so many things to do before bed. Running her fingers through her short hair, she made a mental note of everything she had to do before she could even sleep. Water the ferns on the balcony, check her mailbox, make sure Creepy Guy from 3A didn't do anything funny while she was gone, and so on. Oh, and check and see if Mom left a bunch of messages on her phone again. And then there was calling Splinter and seeing if he needed more joint tablets.

When Anna and Kaitlyn moved out a year ago, it made things pile up on her. She had to negotiate for a long time with her landlord to have the rent lowered; one income couldn't pay what three incomes did. The landlord agreed, only because he deemed her and her friends 'the only normal people in the complex'. Oh, if he only knew. However, someone decided to help her out with the rent, and that someone was none-other than Donatello. Apparently, he decided to take a part-time job as an online/phone tech support agent. Part of that income went towards groceries and medicine for the lair, and the other part went towards her rent.

She immediately thought of Donnie as she filled the watering can and went to tend the ferns. Knowing him, he probably counted down the minutes until she returned and checked his text messages whenever he could. She worried about him after hearing about that Turks gang, but also knew he could look after himself just fine…well, except when it came to getting him to sleep. When she stepped out and watered the plants, she felt a light breeze brush against her skin and flow behind her, but played it off to weird weather. Once the ferns got a good drink, she went inside to prepare a hot drink before anything else.

She didn't notice the shadowy figure slowly approaching as she mixed some hot chocolate. The shadow narrowed its white eyes and crept closer to her, its intentions unknown. It silently came upon her and raised its large arms, whether to strike or restrain her or any other possibility. Right when its arms reached all the way above its head…

"Did you miss me?" Chey asked sweetly.

The shadow-Donatello-chuckled and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Oh, do you even need to ask? Of course, I did!" He leaned forward and gave her a peck on the cheek, making her grin like a Cheshire Cat. "So, other than becoming a de-facto aunt, how'd the trip go?"

Chey leaned back against him and offered a laugh. "Oh, just trying to avoid crazy teenagers trekking to the beaches and angrier people than here in New York. Kaitlyn showed me the best restaurant to eat at, so that was a plus, too. But…it would've been better if my boyfriend were there with me."

"Well, honestly, it was weird hearing Raph and April flirting, or Leo taking Andie to the park, or Mikey web-chatting with Shinigami with you out of town. Oh, and, uh…" Donnie hesitated at first, but finally included, "Sensei's knees are bothering him again and he needs those tablets."

The brunette immediately bolted from Donnie's arms and went to the bathroom. The turtle could hear her rummaging through the medicine cabinet and saw her return with a medium-sized bottle of pills. The joint medicine Sensei needed now.

"There's not much left in here, but I ordered some more over the phone." She gingerly placed the pill bottle in Donnie's hand and closed his fingers around it. "Just take the whole bottle home once it gets here."

"Thank you, Cheyloe." Donnie leaned forward and hugged her tightly, breathing in her scent. That was when he noticed her eyelids starting to droop; he could see the exhaustion from the trip throughout her features. He took her by the hand and quietly suggested, "Let's get to the couch before you fall asleep on the floor.

An hour later, Donnie sat on the couch with Cheyloe leaning against him as they watched TV. The brunette fought hard against sleep, but found herself losing thanks to Donnie's shoulder being ideal to lay her head. Not that Donnie minded; he just kept her close and took in her scent once again. The vanilla shampoo she always used, peony on her skin, the sweet smell of fabric softener on her clothes…her scent always put him at ease. He could also count the warm touch of her skin and the soft touch of her hair. How she came to love his scent-chemicals, oil, coffee-or the feel of his reptilian skin, he didn't know. What he did know was that he absolutely loved this woman in his life, flaws and all. If they could read each other's minds, he'd know she felt the same about the turtle next to her.

"What're you thinking about?" Cheyloe absentmindedly traced her fingers against the scar in Donnie's plastron when she asked the question.

Donnie lightly shivered, putting his fingers towards the scar and staring at the brunette. "You." A large green hand gingerly took the smaller, fair-skinned one in its grasp and traced the fingertips. "Everything we went through up until now…and how blessed I am to have you."

"Donnie, are you trying to get me choked up?" Chey asked, smiling with bleary eyes.

"N-No, of course not!"

Once he was sure she wasn't about to cry, he calmly cupped her cheek and stared into her blue-green eyes. Smiling once again, he spoke, "Tell you what, how about a good ol' make-out session before you go to bed? Come on, just one, pretty please?"

Donnie played the pouty-lip well; he must've taken a few lessons from Mikey. Despite feeling tired, Cheyloe wasn't the type of person to say no to a make-out session with Donatello Hamato. 'No' was the furthest word from her mind when it came to that. "All right, we'll have ONE. After that, you'd better get some sleep, too. Will I have to lecture you on pulling all-nighters again?"

"All right, you've got a deal." Donnie teased, even though he knew she was dead-serious. "We make-out, and I'll be sure to get eight hours of sleep tonight…but I don't make promises I can't keep. Learned that from you."

The both of them laughed, and the laughter turned to cupping each other's cheeks and kissing deeply. He'd stay until she fell asleep, then he'd do what he always did: carry her to her bed bridal-style and kiss her on the forehead before going home. Then he'd work on a few things and fulfill his end of the deal. Until then, they just kiss and hold each other until the energy was spent.


And that's the first chapter! Now you may be wondering who the mysterious person is watching the Turtles. Well, they'll be revealed later on, but I will say they're connected with Splinter and Miwa. And yes, Anna and Kaitlyn have moved out, but Cheyloe still has Donnie, and her BFFs will definitely make appearances in the story.

As for the club incident mentioned in the chapter...well, I'll probably include it in Turtle Dove Tidbits, but it'll be pretty dark and, well, not for the faint of heart. Still debating on writing it or just hinting at it in the story. Anyway, get ready for some big changes in the next few chapters and more stuff in Turtle Dove Tidbits. Until then, stay tuned!