Imagining the Impossible

Title: Imagining the Impossible

Author: Donnie'sTwilight

Summary: Alexa's parents died on Halloween, 2008. That same night, a mysterious stranger leaves four babies on her doorstep. When she finds them, she freaks out, but she's compassionate towards them because they've lost their parents, too. So, in order for them to stay safe, she takes care of them, raising them as her own. She'll have lots of problems with this, as she's only thirteen and she has absolutely no family, but she'll survive on her own, and with the help of a guy who's gone through basically the same thing she has.

Pairings: Alexa/Michael(Both of them are OC's I created, but they're still a couple in later chapters)

Rating: T(for the occasional images of blood and death)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Turtles. I soo wish I did, but I don't. I also don't own the band Panic at the Disco. But, I do own Alexa and Michael

A/N: I promise I will be updating the other stories on my account, but this is a story I had thought of. Explanation of the story and how I thought of it will be at the bottom of this chapter for anyone who wants to know.

Chapter 1: Alexa's Story

POV: Alexa's-my OC

I sat back on the couch, watching the news reporters talk about the mysterious murderer who had killed so many people in the past month. I believe hearing one of them say that he had killed over a hundred people, which was close to impossible in the past month. I was just glad that he was gone. The principal at the high school that the guy, Felix Carter, had tried to center at had shot him through the head.

"Alexa, we're going out, okay?" my mom called from behind the couch, getting my attention. "Don't go anywhere while we're gone."

I noticed how my dad and my brother, Max, were following behind her, so they must all be going somewhere. Then she remembered that Max had a football game to go to tonight. It just sucked that I couldn't go, because I was sick.

"But, where would I go?" I asked my mom.

"Precisely, my dear. You're sick so you don't want to go anywhere, which is exactly why you can't leave," my mom told me. What was that supposed to mean? My mom always had a way of confusing me.

"Oh-kay. Bye," I said, waving to them.

"Bye," my family said to me as they left the house, shutting the door behind them.

You wanna know the worst thing about getting sick on Halloween? You can't go trick-or-treating, which I was really looking forward to this year. All my friends were going tonight and I was supposed to go with them until I got sick. Yay, me. I'm stuck in my house all night, all alone. All by myself. What fun. Not.

I eventually turned off the TV since they were done talking about Felix. I had finally got that he killed exactly 197 people in thirty-one days, which was insane. He must kill people for a living. Well, he did until he was shot. I know I'm not a big fan of violence, but…ha! Ha ha! That's what he gets for killing people!

I grabbed my iPod and started messing around with it.

I wasn't allowed to have a cell phone until I was fifteen. All my friends had phones, because their parents wanted them to have cell phones. I was so heavily protected that I wasn't allowed to have a phone because they were afraid I was going to get a call from a guy that wanted to hurt me. I'm serious. That's the reason my mom gave me. Ridiculous, I know. But, that didn't stop me from answering the house phone on a regular basis.

I eventually turned on a Panic at the Disco song that I could remember off the top of my head, which is hard because a lot of their songs are so hard to memorize. Except for the few simple ones, like "Hurricane," "Bittersweet," and "We're Starving." I had all of those memorized along with "Nine in the Afternoon" which I absolutely adored. It was a cute music video, too. I sung along with the song.

"'Cause it's nine in the afternoon. And your eyes are the size of the moon. You could so you can so you do. We're feeling so good just the way that we do. When it's nine in afternoon, your eyes are the size of the moon," I sang, smiling to myself. I loved singing to myself. I don't think I have a good voice, although I've been in choir ever since I was in fourth grade. I just sang for the fun of it.

At around seven-thirty, the house phone rang behind me, shrill and loud. I reached behind me onto the table behind the couch and picked up the phone. "Hello?" I answered, turning off the music.

"Is this Alexandra?" the person on the other end asked.

"Yes," I said slowly.

"Okay, I am your dad's co-worker at the hospital"-my dad's a surgeon and doctor-"and I know you shouldn't be hearing this from me, but…" the guy trailed off.

"But what?" I queried.

"We're busy trying to save your mom," the guy admitted. I was confused. What the heck was that supposed to mean? And why didn't he mentioned Dad and Alex? Where were they? Was Dad trying to help out?

"What do you mean?" I asked, wanting to know the answer, but at the same time not wanting to. What happened to Mom?! I would go crazy if I didn't know.

"Your family was in a car crash earlier. A drunk driver was going the wrong way and he took out the entire left side of the car, where your dad and brother were sitting. A shard of glass from the windshield slit your mom's throat, but not deep enough to kill her within seconds. We're trying to stitch her up in time," the man explained.

I swallowed deeply, not sure how to react. Dad and Max were already…dead? And my mom was close to dying?

But, within seconds, I started sobbing after throwing the phone on the floor, not wanting to hear anymore. I knew for a fact that hearing so many reports of car crashes that there are never survivors from crashes like that. There was no way Mom was living unless the doctors at the hospital are angels, and I know for a fact that they're not, not even my dad.

The phone rang and rang every few minutes, but I never wanted to answer it. I didn't want to hear the pity in the man's voice when he tells me that my mom died, too. It would probably be the same guy. I sure hope it wasn't, because even if I answered and it was a different guy, I wouldn't have to hear the guy's voice because he might not know about my dad and Max. Or maybe everyone at the hospital had heard. But, I didn't care because I didn't want to know.

I cried for about two hours before I got a knock on my door. I didn't really want to answer it, but my heart and my mind were trying to tell me that the guy was lying to me and that my family was home. That was what fueled me to get up, even though as I walked to the door my logical mind was trying to tell me that it was just a little kid coming to my house for candy, which we didn't have any. Or, I mean, I didn't have any candy.

I opened the door and looked around. No one. Stupid teenagers. Max's friends were always coming around when I was the only one home and they would knock on the door and running before I answered. I had caught them once, but I was way too slow to even care about that now. I didn't need this at the moment.

Before I shut the door, a small cry came from my feet. I looked down at the ground and found a box. It was a big box, but there was very good reason. Because, within it, there lay four little babies. And there was no one in sight. Uh-oh.

Instinctively feeling bad for the little babies, I brought the box inside. It was a rather heavy box, but I managed. I shut the door with my foot as I took the box and sat it down on the floor in front of the couch. All the babies were wrapped in blankets, and there was a note on one of the flaps of the box. Yanking it off, I read it out loud.

"I am so sorry to have bothered you. I do not wish to abandon my sons, but it is necessary. Someone is after me, and I do not wish to leave them without a home. Please understand and please do not abandon them. I will never be able to return to them, because I fear that I will never be able to. Again, I am sorry for the inconvenience, but please have a heart and care for them. The way I should have been able to. Hamato Yoshi," I read. I looked at the little babies again. I felt tears sneak into my eyes again. Their father or mother was just leaving them here and never coming back? I really wanted to know why, although I would never see the person who left them here. I heard one of them cry softly and I looked at that one before picking it up.

The little one that had cried had red eyes, which I thought were really pretty. But, what upset me was that they were wet with tears that streaked his cheeks. I closed my eyes and rubbed the tears away, rocking the baby back and forth. That was when I realized that there was something off about this baby. I pulled the blanket back from the baby's face and I saw what was off. The baby's skin was green! I gasped and pulled the blanket completely off of the baby and saw that he was a turtle! A turtle! He had three fingers and toes, a plastron, and a shell.

Despite that part of my mind told me to give them to someone else, that I couldn't deal with this, especially after my family just died, but he was, in one word, adorable! Oh, my God. He was too cute! I wiped the tears from his cheeks, smiling at him. He looked up at me with wet eyes, slightly smiling. And I could see that he was missing a tooth, and it surprised me that he had teeth at all. But, hey, he's a mutant. I suppose he had been mutated with teeth. But, he looked just about three days old. He was pretty small, about the size of a newborn infant.

Remembering the other little babies, I looked into the box. The rest of them were sleeping peacefully. I pulled back their blankets, and saw that they were also turtles. But, they were cute!

I felt the little turtle in my arms tug on my hair a bit, getting my attention. I looked at him and he sniffled a bit. "Are you okay?" I asked him. "Are you hurt?"

Realizing he most likely couldn't talk since he was a turtle, I mentally slapped myself. I rubbed his head, trying to calm him down. I had absolutely no clue how to deal with little kids. My brother, Max, he was three years older than me. So, I hadn't really dealt with any little siblings, meaning I had no experience with dealing with little babies. But, he seemed to calm down at my touch. He even nudged his head against my hand, signaling that he wanted me to keep petting him.

I realized after a few minutes that the turtles couldn't just be abandoned. I had to watch after them. I couldn't just let them be by themselves after their parents having to leave them. I made a vow right them that I would care for them and raise them up with a parent, because if not for me, they probably wouldn't ever have a parent. I rubbed the turtle's head again, getting a giggle out of him, before I slowly rocked him back to sleep, glad that something good had happened to me today.


A/N: Okay, so I promised that I would explain where the story idea came from at the top. So, I wrote a story that I started in October of 2012 and I just finished writing it in June, so now I'm just editing, but it's an odd story. So, in October, near Halloween, all the scary movies start coming on TV again. So, I was watching Stephen King's It and A Nightmare on Elm Street, and I got a great story idea from both of those movies. The story is about these two people, whose parents died in 2008. In 2012, a bad guy comes back as a ghost after dying on Halloween and he basically is out to get those two people. Their goal is to get people at their school to believe in him before Halloween, but he's going to kill anyone and everyone who doesn't believe in him by Halloween at midnight. It's an interesting story. I've shared it with everyone in my core for the seventh grade and so far, anyone who's read it all or even part of it says they really like it. I just need to edit it now. So, I was reading a story on FanFiction about this girl watching Splinter and the guys being mutated, and he originally leaves one behind, and she watches him-Donnie-for a night. Then, she and Splinter raise them. I also read a story about Shredder being after Splinter, so, trying to keep the guys safe, he spreads them out all around the country, giving them to random families so they'll raise them and keep them safe. So, I got the idea to mix the turtles and my story-which is actually called Imagining the Impossible-and I got this idea. It should be a really good story. I would really appreciate it if you would read this story. I think it'll be really good, it's just that I have to go back and read my story again and add the turtles in. Hopefully, it turns out good.