Summary: Jimmy was a normal kid, until one night changes everything. He told his psychiatrist about the humanoid turtles that saved his life. That was probably a bad move. Now everyone thinks Jimmy is crazy. Suffering from headaches and strange visions, Jimmy doesn't realise just how connected to the turtles he really is. Why does he keep having strange dreams about them? And more importantly, why do these dreams keep coming true?

Disclaimer: I do not own the turtles. All rights belong to their respective owners. All I can claim ownership to is this idea and my oc.

Author's Notes: Alright, so I know I have not updated in months and have removed quite a few of my stories due to plot bunnies tragically dying, but whilst on the precipice of consciousness and sleep, I had this idea that demanded to be written, one I hope to complete and update regularly.

First of all, this is quite a different story for me, as it is centred around an oc. Now, I know oc stories may turn a few off, however rest assured this is a heavily TMNT brother focused story. I have just added another character or two ;)

The first chapter opens with my oc, and we quickly learn quite a bit about Jimmy. I have written it this way as this story will focus on a lot of character development. And of course, we see the turtles in this chapter, one in particular, as they continue to do what they do best; kick butt. Now I apologise for this ridiculously long Author's Note. Please enjoy the first chapter.

Warnings for swearing.

The One that Crawled Through the Turtles Lair

Chapter One: Don't call me Insane

The streets of New York were oddly quiet. Jimmy shrugged his backpack on his shoulders and looked around uneasily. It was only a ten minute walk to his house from the public library, but Jimmy knew that anything could happen in ten minutes. Someone could die, someone could win the lottery and the world could possibly end. What's to say something wouldn't happen to Jimmy within the ten minute walk?

He moved quickly with his head down, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. He was just a seventeen year old boy walking home from the library. He didn't like how quiet it was, or how dark the streets were either. He hadn't realised it was so late. The sun had sunk below the horizon and shadows lengthened across the street. There were a few streetlamps on the side walk, illuminating a small patch of ground. Jimmy didn't know if it would be better to stick to the shadows, undetected, or run to every beam of light the streetlamps created, like they were a beacon to safety.

Jimmy didn't know what would happen to him if he ever got into a fight. He wasn't exactly the tallest or strongest kid his age. He wasn't fast and he didn't know how to fight. At all. He did, however, carry a pocket knife with him, though he didn't know exactly how to use it. Maybe if he threw it at his attacker, it would distract them so he could run away.

Trying not to think about being attacked, Jimmy quickened his pace. His dad would be mad it at him for being out so late, even if he had been working on a school assignment. "New York is a dangerous place, Jimmy, always remember that." His father's words made Jimmy shiver. The faint scar on his temple was enough of a reminder of that.

He looked around nervously, searching for any signs of life. He lived in a quiet neighbourhood, but Jimmy knew danger lurked around every unsuspecting corner. There was no one else out on the street but him. Cars lined the quiet street but they were all empty. Everyone else was safely looked up in their warm homes, probably sitting down to a hot meal and a night of watching TV. Jimmy couldn't wait to get home to read his new comic book that had come in the mail earlier that day. It would be a perfect night, lying in the solitary warmth of his room, his nose glued to the bright pages of the comic book as he was sucked into a world of myth and adventure and awesome battles of epic proportion.

A sudden sound made Jimmy freeze. His hand automatically reached for his pocket knife which was concealed in his jeans pocket. The sound came again, a few metres away where a dark alley cut through the neighbourhood. He heard muffled groans and the sound of fighting. What should he do? Should he call the police? Run in and help? Don't be silly, Jimmy thought, shaking his head. There was no way he could ever win a fight. Maybe if I sneak past, whoever's down there won't notice me.

Moving as quietly as he could, Jimmy slowly put one foot in front of the other, holding his breath as he tried to creep past the mouth of the alley. Suddenly the sound of fighting grew louder, and before Jimmy could even blink, he was roughly pushed to the ground. His head hit the sidewalk with a thump. Jimmy groaned at the pain and put his hand to his head, feeling blood in his hair. There was also some kind of green, glowing substance on his hand. Two large men stood before him, heavily tattooed and very angry. One was holding a canister filled with the same glowing substance. Jimmy gulped, his mouth dry with fear.

"Get out of the way, punk," one of the men growled, taking a step closer to Jimmy.

"I'm sorry!" Jimmy cried, trying to curl up into a ball. "Please don't hurt me!"

Suddenly, what looked like a throwing star was imbedded in the ground next to one of the men.

"Oh shit, it's the turtles," the man growled.

Jimmy blinked. Did he just say...turtles?

"Let's get out of here," the other guy said, pulling his friend's arm.

"What about the kid?"

"Leave him, he won't bitch, he's too scared."

Another throwing star landed a few feet from Jimmy, causing him to gasp in shook. Four shadows suddenly stood at the mouth of the alley.

"Don't let them get away," a voice said from the shadows.

The two men bolted, leaving Jimmy cowering on the ground. He looked up as three shadows chased after the men. Jimmy watched as they disappeared down another street, his heart racing in his chest.

"You alright, kid?" A deep, heavily accented voice said.

Jimmy yelped and looked up at the fourth shadow, standing in front of him. But it wasn't a shadow. Illuminated in the light of a near-by streetlamp was a giant, humanoid turtle. Jimmy blinked, sure that the bump to his head was making him see things.

"I said, are ya' alright?" The turtle growled, obviously impatient.

Jimmy opened and closed his mouth, unable to form words. The turtle in front of him was at least five foot seven, and heavily built. Muscles criss-crossed his arms and his legs. He had a shell, like a normal turtle, though it was battered and a few chips were missing in places. Despite this, he looked almost human. A red band crossed his face and two sharp-looking weapons gleamed in his belt.

"Kid,"

Jimmy nodded his head, unable to form any coherent words.

"Can ya' stand?"

Jimmy nodded again and shakily got to his feet. His head ached and he felt slightly dizzy, but he didn't pass out, so that was a good sign.

"Will ya' be ok now?" The turtle asked.

"Yes...thank you," Jimmy stammered.

"Run off home." The turtle growled.

Jimmy nodded and quickly started to walk in the direction of his home, feeling shivers run down his spine from the turtle's gaze.

"And kid," the turtle called out after him.

Jimmy stopped and turned around, his hands shaking at his sides.

"Ya' didn't see anything," the turtle said with a hint of a grin.

Jimmy stood frozen as the turtle disappeared into the shadows, leaving as quickly as he had appeared.

Jimmy was still shaken by the time he reached his house. Closing the front door behind him, Jimmy leaned against the door and closed his eyes. Was he crazy? Was the bump to his head the reason he had seen a giant turtle? Jimmy shook his head and winced. His head ached from where he had hit the gutter, and dry blood stuck to his face and mattered his hair. He was still shaken from the ordeal.

"There you are," Jimmy's father said, walking down the hallway. "Were on earth have you..." he trailed off when he saw the blood. "Jimmy, what happened?"

"I'm okay, dad," Jimmy insisted as his father pushed his hair back to look at the wound. "Some guys jumped me on the way home. I got knocked over and hit my head."

"We need to call the police. Did they take anything from you?"

"No dad," Jimmy said, before taking a deep breath. "I...I think they were going to kill me, but some guy stopped him."

"Do you know who it was?" His father asked.

"No...I've never seen him before. Dad, he was a giant turtle."

"What?"

"I know how crazy that sounds, but he wasn't...human, not completely anyway."

"Jimmy, you've had quite an ordeal. Your mind is just confused. Go get yourself cleaned up. I don't think you'll need stiches. I'll give you some painkillers. Dinner's on the table."

"Thanks, dad, but I'm not hungry." Jimmy murmured. "I think I'm just going to go to bed."

"Good idea. Don't worry about school tomorrow, stay home and rest."

Jimmy nodded and silently walked up the stairs to the bathroom. Locking the door behind him, Jimmy went over to the mirror and cringed when he saw his appearance. His face was pale and his blonde hair a mess. Dried blood covered one side of his face and Jimmy could see a cut on his hairline. It wasn't deep enough to need stitches, and the bleeding had stopped. Grabbing a wash-cloth, Jimmy washed away the blood, cringing as his head thumped with pain. Finding some Savlon, Jimmy winced as he rubbed the cream into his wound.

Something caught his attention in the mirror. Leaning closer, Jimmy saw a drop of the strange glowing substance on his cut. Wiping the substance away, Jimmy frowned. He had never seen a substance like that before. He wondered what it was, and hoped it wasn't dangerous.

Leaving the bathroom, Jimmy entered his bedroom and quickly changed. Feeling the weight of the past hour, Jimmy crawled into bed, his eyes heavy with fatigue. Closing his eyes, he tried to go to sleep. No matter how hard he tried to forget the events of the night, Jimmy couldn't stop thinking about that turtle. It had been so real; surely it couldn't just be a trick of the mind? Maybe it was someone in a costume, Jimmy thought.

Deciding it was just some guy in a turtle costume; Jimmy yawned and closed his eyes, hoping to put the weirdness of the day behind him.

Little did he know that things were never going to be the same again.

Author's Note: Well, I hope you all enjoyed this quirky little start. Do not be deterred, for this story is going to grow and grow and grow. The plot, is yet only known to me. However, soon enough, you will all know. I promise it will be a story of twists and turns, epic cliff-hangers, drama, brotherly awesomeness and a few sprinkles of hilarity here and there.

I would love to know what you all thought, so please feel free to leave a review. If you have any questions, concerns or general comments, let me know. Thanks for reading!

Oh, I have also used formally known titles and have changed them with a twist. 'Don't call me Insane' is from the classic, "Don't Call Me Ishmael,' and 'The Turtle that Crawled Through the Turtles Lair' is taken from 'The One That Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest.'

Until the next time,

~Cat