Disclaimer: I don't own any of it I swear! (I do own a lot of TMNT [Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles} stuff though *starts to list the stuff* fuzzy posters, puzzles, blankies, figurines, dvds... and the list goes on believe me!) I do not own the characters though. Takara is mine though and if you want to use her you have to ask.

A/N OK this is a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles/ Pretender crossover, BUT! Before you x out of this because it is a crossover where you don't know the other show, let me tell you! You DO NOT need to know ANYTHING about TMNT to read this story and enjoy it. See cuz Jarod and Kara still have to meet the turtles so when Jarod and Kara find out about them you will find out about them, get it? Okay, good, now on with the story. (Please review, you can even make up a silly name if you want to , I promise I am not a cyber stocker) Oh, and also the purple dragons is a gang on the streets of New York- the turtles kinda fight with them once in awhile. And... and... and this is the sequel to 'Wolf' so read that one first! (Okay, I'm done)

P.S. Ok, so I'm not done. Just to let you guys know, I am using the cartoons for this story, not the turtles from the actual movies.

10:00 pm

Run down apartment building

New York, New York

"You are so lucky Kara. You are practically already ready for this pretend. You don't have to change at all," Jarod complained as he put in a pair of purple contacts. He was looking snazzy in his black muscle shirt and his leather jacket (that he had sadly ripped the arms off of) that he had added chains to earlier that day. He looked in the mirror to make sure that the gel he had put in his hair was still holding his hair in huge spike formations. Then he turned and picked up a small heavy steel earring, took a deep breath, and shoved it through his left ear.

"You know, they make little guns to put those holes in your ears for you," said Kara, sitting Indian style on her bed.

"Huh. Yeah, well, I don't want a hole in my ear permanently, just for a while. In other words... I want it to heal."

Kara laughed. She didn't have worry about spiking or styling her hair seeing as with her mutation her hair stopped growing after an inch or two, and it was naturally spiky. She didn't have to worry about contacts either; her eyes were already yellow.

"You could pass as a gangster any day of the week no matter what pretend you were doing," Kara teased.

The day before Jarod had gone out and bought Kara some pants and shirts that were at least three sizes too big. He had torn off the bottoms, ripped some holes in them, and had made sure to forget to add the hem.

Jarod chuckled. "Well at least I don't have to worry about them discovering that I really don't have yellow eyes."

"Ok, so who are you?" Kara asked.

This was one of Jarod's favorite things to do before they went on a pretend together. They would question each other on who they were and why they were there.

"I am Waff. No last name, just Waff. None of your business how I got here. My last gang got busted. I gave the cops the slip and came to New York. The cops won't be looking for me. The gang won't rat me out. Now who are you?"

"I'm Jay. My brother got killed in a turf war and now I'm out to get revenge on the Hounds that killed 'im. Did you read that book on street fighting?"

"Yeah," Kara said. "I will act like I want to start fights but I will not actually start one unless it is for a good reason. If my initiation is to kill someone or rob someone then rob the store and we will pay them back ten fold later on, or tell the victim that I am an undercover cop's kid and to play along."

"Good, now remember that we are looking for April O'neil and the purple dragons want to kill her because she has caused them trouble. Keep your eyes peeled for any information about it. I will go in first you can follow me two hours later. Got it?"

"Yeah, got it."



Two hours later

Down Town

New York, New York

"You want to be in this gang right? Well all you have to do is go in that there shop and steal some real nice stuff. Then if ya get out without da cops on ya tail then you're in. Got it?"

"Yeah I got it," said Kara in her equally rough tone that she had been practicing all week. She let a little bit of her hunting mood show to make her appear more dangerous. (And boy did it make her look dangerous.)

Kara slipped into the store. She looked around for a burglar alarm and found one on the wall to her right. Then she looked round for the motion detectors. She had removed the glass in a window to get in. She saw a motion detector in the far-left corner and a light sensory detector right beside her. She jumped over the light detector and wiggled along the ground until she got to the motion detector where upon she stood underneath it and disarmed it. She went over to the jewelry case and picked the lock. She then grabbed some of the mediocre stuff, and climbed back out the window.

"I told you to grab the good stuff!"

"Yeah, and if I grabbed the really good stuff you wouldn't be able ta sell it cuz everybody would know it was stolen."

"Huh. Whatever. You're in. We need another lock picker any way."

Kara flashed a cynical smile. "Told ya I was versatile"

Two hours before

Central Park

New York, New York

Jarod was going through much of what Kara had to endure, but worse.

Much worse.

"We don't know much about Miss O'Neil. All we know is that most of our problems led back to her. Find out as much as you can about her. Report back to us and if the info is good you're in. If it's not, your dead."

Jarod had started to walk back to the apartment. He was crossing a street when he saw her. April O'Neil, the woman that the Purple Dragons wanted to kill. He decided to follow her. If he knew where she went, then it would be easier to protect her.

He had almost lost her a few times along the way but Jarod had managed to keep pace with this lady. She was constantly looking around to make sure that no one was watching her, so Jarod had to hide a few times, but finally she stopped and turned into an alley. Completely puzzled, Jarod followed her. He turned the corner just in time to see a manhole cover being replaced. What the heck? He waited a few minutes, then went over to the manhole cover and lifted it. He slid down the ladder and landed lightly on a ledge just slightly above the sewer water.

He had been following April for a little over an hour now and they had been in the sewers for at least twenty minutes. Suddenly, April went up to a wall and pushed a cloth aside. She through and was gone. Jarod was about to follow her when he heard talking, and so he snuck closer to understand what was being said.

"Hey Ape, what's up?"

"Yeah what's up...? Did you bring pizza by any chance?"

"Shut up, Mikey."

"Hey Ape, we were just..."

the conversation stopped abruptly. Jarod, sensing that all was not right, started to back away.

"HE YAH!"

Jarod had enough time to look up and see a green blur right in his face before he was kicked in the head and knocked out.

Two hours later

The Sewers

New York, New York



"So what do we do with him."

"He's obviously a Purple Dragon."

"I say we pound 'im"

"Dude, I think he's wakin up."

"Huh. Keep Ralph away from 'im"

Jarod groaned, the world blurry and out of focus. As soon as his vision had cleared his eyes widened, thinking in the back of his mind that he was seeing things.

"Whoa."

The creature before him laughed. "That's all? 'Whoa'? We usually get a scream or two."

There were four huge turtles in front of Jarod! They all had different weapons shoved in their belts and slung over their backs and they all had different color bandanas with eye slits around their eyes. Jarod looked down to see that he was tied to a chair. There's no way I'm going to be getting out of these knots any time soon, he thought as he looked at the handiwork of the person that had tied him up.

"Haha, told ya he wouldn't scream, Raph."

"Aw, shut up Mikey."

The turtle with the red bandana and two sias shoved in his belt got up in Jarod's face.

"Ok scum, I'm gonna ask you one time before I get nasty. What's your name and which one of the Purple Dragon's sent you?"

Jarod sensed that the Purple Dragons were these guy's enemies and that if he didn't blow his own cover then the creature in front of him would really get "nasty".

"My name is Jarod, and it's not what it looks like. I was only pretending to be a Purple Dragon."

Jarod looked over and saw April in the corner talking to a huge rat. Huh. That's not something you see every day.

"The Purple Dragons are out to kill your friend over there," Jarod continued. "I was pretending to be a Purple Dragon to help her."

Another turtle, this one with a purple mask and a bow slung on his back, stepped forward.

"How do we know you're telling the truth?"

Jarod thought for a moment. How DID they know if he was telling the truth?

"Well, first thing is that you can tell that my ear was just pierced. I also have a bank account set up so that if my friend and I had to rob any place for an initiation we would have been able to pay the victim back."

"What if they told you to kill someone?" Asked the turtle from the back with the blue mask and twin katanas.

"We would have had to fake it. Look, I can't prove to you that I am what I say, but my friend will be worried if she doesn't know where I am. I told her that I would be back awhile ago and it is imperative that we know where the other one is at all times. I need to contact her some how."

The turtle in orange sporting the nunchucks walked over.

"Well, we can bring her down here. I mean, we would have to blindfold her or something."

"Mikey, how can you trust him like that? He could be lying to us."

The turtle with the katanas unsheathed one and cut the ropes that were binding Jarod. "Splinter will know what to do."

Jarod got up and followed the turtles over to where the big rat was sitting.

"Sensei, we have a problem."

Splinter turned to look at Jarod. "So you are awake," He said, looking closely at him.

"Leave us, my sons. There is more to this man than meets the eye."

The turtles all bowed and went into another room where grunts and sounds of fists meeting objects soon followed. Splinter turned back to Jarod.

"Now, I think, we should trade stories."

12:00 pm

Shredder's hide out

New York, New York

"Sir, we have a new recruit to our gang that I think will interest you. He calls himself Jay but you know him as Jarod."

"Leave me. I have business to take care of. You have done well. You there, contact Lyle for me."



(Conversation via web camera)

"Ah Saki, long time no see."

"Mr. Lyle, I have some information that may interest you."

"Yes, but there is always a price. What do you want for it?"

"You find me the Sword of Taka."

"Ok, done. Now what is it?"

"We have found your escaped Pretender. He is going under the name of Jay in one of my gangs."

Lyle allowed himself a slight smirk. "No doubt that girl is tagging along with him. Follow them. When my men get to New York I'll contact you. If you have both of their locations, then I will get you the sword."

Lyle disconnected the call with a cruel mental chuckle. Months of searching without so much as a clue, and now we've found them. There's no way Jarod or Kara will escape me now.

1:00 am

The turtle's lair.

New York City, New York

"Michelangelo, go get Takara. Jarod will give you directions. Tell her that you are a friend of his and that he wants her to pack up."

Mikey bowed.

"Yes Sensei."

Splinter turned to Jarod, deciding to introduce his sons (who had just come back from their apparent workout).

"This is Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and the one that just left was Michelangelo."

"Haha, yeah I wouldn't get to close to, Raph. He's still mad at you for that whole Purple Dragon thing."

"Shut up, Don."

1:15 am

Jarod's Hide out

New York, New York



Kara growled softly in her sleep as Mikey climbed through the window. He snuck over to her to where she was lying curled up on the coach and was about to shake her when she let out a roar and her right hand shot up to scratch him across his face. With out missing a beat Kara jumped off over the couch to put the piece of furniture between her and the intruder. As the intruder's hand shot up to his face he knocked his hat off. Kara saw his green face.

"Whoa."

"Huh, runs in the family," Michelangelo commented. "That's what Jarod said when he saw me."

"You know where Jarod is then?"

"Yeah, he told me to come and get you to tell you to pack up your stuff and follow me. By the way, the name's Michelangelo, but you can call me Mikey," the turtle said as he extended his hand.

"I'm Takara, otherwise known as Kara. Sorry about clawing you. It's just that I never really like having people close to me while I was sleeping. One time when Jarod came home late I clawed him right across the chest."

"Huh, well what do you have to pack? Cuz Jarod said to pack up."

Kara started to walk around the apartment picking up things as she went. She got two duffel bags out of the closet and put a laptop in one and pez containers, a Mr. Potato head, and a slinky in the other one. She packed some pictures and what looked like sentimental items in the other. She went over to the bed and pulled out a steel briefcase from under it. Then she went over to the door and picked up her leather jacket.

"Ok, I'm ready to go. Lead the way."

Mikey's eyes widened.

"That's it? That's all your stuff?"

Kara nodded her head, seemingly unfazed by her lack of belongings.

"We didn't stay here long enough to buy anything else. Really I could leave most of this stuff, but chances are Jarod wanted me to bring everything."

Mikey shook his head. "Well, ok. Follow me."

He jumped out the window and was gone. This is going to be fun, Kara thought as she jumped out after him. She followed Mikey down the fire escape and into the alley. He lifted up a manhole cover.

"Ladies first."

Kara jumped down in the sewers with a smile.

"Thanks."

1:20 am

Street outside Jarod's hideout

New York, New York



"Yes sir, I know where they are."