Naomi slowly cleared the dishes away from the table after breakfast. The guys had already gotten up and were gone, doing their own thing. Naomi sighed, then set the rest of the dishes in the sink to be washed; Note to self, buy a dishwasher.

She had just finished stacking the wet dishes to dry when she felt something brush by her ankles. Looking down quickly she caught a glimpse of dirty brown fur and a long pinkish gray tail as it disappeared behind the table. Listening carefully she could hear the skittering of clawed paws.

She squinted in thought as she tried to figure out what exactly it was when it hit her; There was a rat in the lair! Well, a non mutated rat anyway.

Now, Naomi wasn't afraid of rats, mice, spiders, bats or snakes. However, her father taught her to have a healthy dose of respect and fear of certain creatures because of the danger they represent. So, yeah, she soooo wasn't messin with that sewer rat if she could help it. Enough stories from her father about how big and just how vicious river and sewer rats could get, and she decided she was definitely NOT dealing with that thing.

She also couldn't let it stay here though. It was probably getting into their food, and rats spread a lot of diseases. Heck, they were responsible for the plague fro crying out loud.

Naomi's protective and obsessive nature was warring with her common sense telling her to Leave it alone. She contemplated what to do before settling for the best possible approach.

"DONNIE" She screamed. The best approach was to let the pacifistic, problem solver fix it for her.

Leo would delegate the job to Donnie anyway, Raph would probably make a mess while trying to kill the thing and injure himself in the process. Mikey would try to trap it, play with it, and more than likely get bitten. No, the best choice was to go straight to Donnie, with the right combination of common sense, action, and caution to keep anybody from getting hurt.

Yes, she thought, her plan was good. However she didn't expect all the turtles to come flying down the stairs frantically at her call with worried faces and calls of "Are you okay?" "What's going on?" "What happened?" and "Who do I need to punch?"

"Guys, guys, GUYS!" She called till she got their attention. "Everything's alright."

They all let out a breath at her frank admission. "But, I called for Donnie. What are the rest of you doin down here?"

Mikey answered, "When you screamed you scared us, we thought you were hurt."

"Sorry bout that, but I'm fine." Naomi shook her head.

Raph piped up next. "Then what was that about, I flew down 'ere so fast I nearly left ma shell upstairs."

Naomi tried to keep a straight face, but failed. She snorted at the mental image she conjured- a cartoon Raph suddenly taking off leaving nothing but a cloud of dust and, when the dust clears, his shell behind.

Naomi sobered as she remembered why she called Donnie. "No, come here." She led them around the table in the kitchen and down into the living room.

"There's a rat in the living room." She gestured with her open hand towards the area in which she saw the creature skitter off towards, looking at the brothers while she spoke.

"Really?" At Leo's sarcastic comment Nay turned to look where he had his gaze set.

"Uhh..." Naomi was tongue tied and red faced as she found her arm gesturing to Master Splinter, who had just come out of his room to see what the commotion was.

Mikey leaned in to whisper. "Not that it isn't funny Nay, but we try not to joke about Master Splinter."

"I'm not joking I..." Her answer died on her tongue from embarrassment as she took in the looks she was getting. Between pity from three of the brothers and amusement from Raph and Splinter, neither helped her situation.

"My apologies Splinter, I didn't mean..." Splinter held up a paw.

"It is all right my dear. I am always welcome to a good joke, however my meditation was interrupted and I wish to get back to it, if there is nothing that is the matter than I shall proceed."

"Hai Splinter." In living with the turtles Naomi's knowledge of languages had expanded, and she found using simple Japanese words seemed more respecting. She wanted to make up for her embarrassment from earlier.

Naomi watched with a sigh as the mutant family dispersed. It took her till she saw the last shell disappear before she remembered that she still had a rat problem on her hands.

"Scrap."

Naomi finished wiping off the desk the TV screens were sitting on. She didn't know how often the guys tidied the lair, but if the 1/2 inch collection of dust on almost everything was anything to go by, she'd say not very.

She had finished drying the dishes, cleaning the kitchen, sweeping the floors, straightening the living room, and organizing the DVDs that were left strewn out from last week's movie-a-thon. If she had to wager, she'd bet there was still popcorn in the cushions of the couch too. Naomi blew out a breath and went back to the kitchen to retrieve the vacuum from the broom closet by the pantry.

She applied the hose attachment and bent to work. When she spied what the underside of the couch had she held back any noise she might have made. For low and behold hiding beneath the couch gnawing on the old popcorn was...the RAT!

Naomi's eyes widened, Frag! That rat is huge!. She backed up slowly and, as quietly as she could, ran to the kitchen to retrieve the long leather gloves she knew Donnie kept under the sink. Her bare feet padded silently against the stone floor of the lair as she made her way back to the couch. She slid on to her stomach and peered back underneath the large piece of furniture. Sure enough, the rat had its back turned as it continued to eat away at the stale leftovers.

She reached in carefully slow, and just as her hand was about to touch it, she surged with speed she hadn't used since playing the hand game with her brothers, and grabbed the vermin in a firm unyielding grip. The critter squeaked pitifully in protest.

"Calm down, I ain't gonna kill ya. Just forcefully relocate." She said as she swiftly carried the thing out of the lair and deep into the sewers. Nay was grateful that Mikey taught her the paths to and from her home and stores, she had them all memorized now.

Slowing to a stop she figured this was as good a place as any. She lowered her hand toward the ground and slowly released her grip. However she didn't let go fast enough.

"Son of a GLITCH! AH, Primus that hurts!" Naomi flung the rat off of her and glared at it as it scurried away. "Yeah, you better run, fraggin Pit-spawn."

She ripped the glove on her right hand off and took in the damage. Well, she definitely needed stitches, the stupid rodent bit through the glove and rather deep into the flesh between her thumb and first finger. One look and she hightailed it back to the lair.

Upon entering she made a beeline for the sink in the kitchen and made a mental list of everything she needed to stop the bleeding and patch herself up. She ran cold water over it, mostly to wash the blood away, the cold helping to slow the blood flow down.

Naomi grabbed the roll of paper towels and managed to rip off a few pieces with one hand. She quickly staunched the blood still flowing from the wound. Needing both hands she grabbed the duct tape she kept under the sink and wrapped her hand tightly, the paper towel acting as a substitute bandage under the tape.

Naomi then made her way to the bathroom to grab the med-kit she knew Raph hid behind the sink cabinet.

Leo swiped a damp towel across his face, being part turtle meant they didn't sweat but rather dried out if they weren't careful. With his personal workout completed he decided to see if Nay needed help with anything. He smiled as he thought about her, especially the memory of her letting him comb through her hair. He was surprised, and honored that she let him care for it.

Leo loved the way it felt, it was so soft, and her scent as it wafted up towards him, like lilacs an...copper?

Leo stopped and sniffed once more, that was the unmistakable metallic smell of blood. He followed the scent to the upstairs bathroom, worry creasing his brow as he recognized whose scent was mingled with the blood.

He knocked on the door. "Nay, you okay in there? Is everything alright?"

Naomi quickly flipped opened the first aid kit and pulled out what she needed.

"Anesthetic, check. Ibuprofen, check. Alcohol wipes, check. Gauze, check. Sterile needle and thread, check and, there. Adhesive medical tape, check." Naomi carefully unwrapped her hand, mindful of the paper towel sticking to it from the drying blood.

"Good, blood flow minimum." She narrated to herself. "Now swab; this is gonna hurt." She wiped at the wound with the alcohol swab, biting her lip at the sting.

Naomi then picked up the local anesthetic cream and rubbed it into her hand, from half way up her finger, down and then half way up her thumb. She wanted the whole area numb.

She waited a minute or two till she felt the pain ebb before threading the needle. She was one stitch into her task when she heard someone knock at the door.

"Nay, you okay in there? Is everything alright?" Scrap! That was Leo.

"Yeah, I'm fine." It wasn't technically a lie. She was fine, she had everything she needed and everything else under control. It just depended on your definition of Fine.

"You sure? Do you need help with anything?" She could hear the worry in his voice, and it made her stomach drop with guilt.

She answered as she finished her hand up and tied off the thread. "Nope, I'm good. Thank you for asking though."

Leo wasn't sure what to do. On one hand he could just bust in to see if anything was wrong, however that would have been rude and she insisted she was fine. He knew something was wrong though from the clench of his gut and the smell of alcohol and blood coming from behind that door. But listening to her she sounded fine, like nothing really was wrong.

Leo decided to play the patience card, and simply sat on the couch to wait for her to get out.

Naomi slowly put everything away before contemplating the proper dosage of ibuprofen to take. She turned the bottle over and read through the information, or would have, had the backside of the info sticker not been blacked out with a marker.

"Okay, if two takes care of a severe headache, and three takes care of my wrist when the barometric pressure drops. Let's see, with the anesthetic starting to wear off, I'd say this is about a...three tablet worthy injury. Nice goin Babs, of all the stupid injuries you've ever had..." She mumbled angrily to herself while she managed to pop three pills into her left hand. Naomi replaced the kit before heading downstairs to get a glass of water.

She ignored Leo sitting on the couch and headed straight for the kitchen. Unbeknownst to her however, Leo had gotten up and followed her. Obliviously she got down an old plastic cup and filled it with some water before quickly popping the pills in her mouth, and downing the cups contents.

"Hey." Naomi jumped before turning her head, keeping her hand hidden in front of her body, to look at Leo.

"Primus, I know you're a ninja but, geese don't sneak up on me like that!" She scowled, his face my have been straight but she could an amused look in his eye.

"My apologies." Naomi waved him off with her good hand and turned to find something to do, so he wouldn't become suspicious as to why she hadn't turned around. She quickly picked the dish rag up out of the sink and began washing her glass. Careful as to not get her bandages wet.

"You know you don't have to clean after us. We take turns doing dishes and cleaning, there's no reason for you to do it." Naomi half listened to Leo as she bit her lip from the pain coursing through her hand. The adrenaline and anesthetic had just finished wearing off and, she looked at the clock, she still had 28 minutes before the ibuprofen would kick in.

"I know, but it's the least I could do. Besides, it makes me feel useful. I'm used to busy days and heavy schedules, to go from that to barely doing anything all day is a transition that drives me crazy every time I have to go through it. So it truly is my pleasure." She silently hoped he didn't notice that she was washing her cup for the third time now. Please go away, please go away.

Leo narrowed his eyes at her back. "Alright, well, let me know if you need anything. I would be more than happy to assist you in any way I possibly can." She turned and watched him bow slightly before leaving.

"Thank you God." She whispered looking up. Quickly putting the glass aside to dry she hightailed it to her new room to hide out for awhile. She knew she wouldn't be able to hide this from the guys for very long. She was just hoping for long enough so she wouldn't worry them more than necessary. She was already a guest in there home, someone they didn't even have to take in. It wouldn't be fair if they had to kiss her boo boo's too. She was a big girl who had been treating nearly every wound she'd ever sustained since the age of 5. She could handle this.

As Naomi waited, counting down the minutes for the ibuprofen to kick in, she decided to do some doodling in her sketch book. She wasn't the best artist, but a good doodle always made her feel better.

With her dominant hand wrapped tightly she went for a picture she to color, and began filling in the biggest slots using her left hand. It was a garden scene so she set out varying shades of green, blue and yellow.

Naomi checked the clock Mikey had scavenged for her as a "New room warming" gift. 18 minutes.

19 minutes later.

The time flew by and she had just completed the greens and was reaching for the yellow when she noticed the colored pencils, besides her green ones, she laid out were all gray. That couldn't be right, she laid out blue and yellow, she didn't even have gray colored pencils. That was what lead ones were for.

Naomi got up from her bed to replace the pencils when a strong case of vertigo grabbed her and she face planted on the floor.

"Ow."She started to get up, but decided it wasn't worth attempting if she was still watching stars tap dance.

"I don't think I took ibuprofen." Naomi raised her hand and wiggled her fingers in front of her face. "Nooope, ibuprofen wouldn't make my fingers look like mini hula dancers. Right me? Wait, what am I talking to myself for? I could be talking to Julius!"

Ah, Julius. She remembered the day her and her brothers concocted that particular invisible friend.

"Uh, who's the extra chair for, dude?"

"Don't you know? It's the band's new invisible mascot friend; Julius."

She missed them.

"Speaking of the band. Hey, Julius, how bout a song?"

Michelangelo made his way to the kitchen. He rubbed his belly as it growled in protest and wondered what Nay had ready for lunch. Entering the kitchen Michelangelo was surprised to find it vacant.

He sniffed a few times. "Huh, hasn't been here for a while. That's odd, usually..." Mikey's musings were interrupted by a strange noise emanating from the upper level.

Is that?

Mikey scaled the wall and followed the noise to Naomi's door.

"Green alligator's and long necked geese. Humpty back camels and chimpanzeeeeees. Cats and rats and...stupid rats!" Naomi's song trailed off abruptly and into a rather comically strange outburst. Mikey would have laughed out loud if he didn't have a strange feeling that something was wrong.

Knock Knock "Nay, you ok?" Worry gnawed his gut as he heard a few bangs and crashes before the door flew open to reveal a disheveled Naomi.

"Mikey!" He was even more surprised when she leaped on him. Her arms encircled his neck while her legs tried to wrap around his middle. Mikey knew she'd fall trying to do so, so he quickly put his arms up under her legs to make sure she wouldn't. He froze when she leaned in close, her scent tantalizing.

"Hmmm, Mikey. You smell good." Michelangelo was a statue as Naomi nuzzled his neck and under his chin, her statement only making matters worse as his barely there control started to fade.

Now's not the time, remember, somethings wrong! Mikey berated himself.

"Uh, Y-you feeling okay?" As Nay leaned back to look at him Mikey felt her hands leave his neck, and what he caught sight of worried him.

"Naomi, when did you hurt your hand?" He lowered her gently and grabbed the wrapped appendage gently.

"Oh, this?" Nay looked at her hand, then turned her eyes to Mikey, her expression sheepish. "Whooooopsie, you weren't suppose to see this." She snatched her hand from his loose grip and hid it behind her back.

Donnie must've patched her up, but why didn't he tell me she was hurt?

Mikey watched Naomi's face, looking deep into her eyes he could see a number of things. Sadness and a bit of anxiety for one, but what surprised him was the guilt.

Guilt because I found out too soon? Or because I did but was never suppose to know? Mikey took Naomi's un-injured hand, a little miffed, and trudged downstairs with her. He sat her on the couch with a "Wait here" and left to pick a bone with Donnie.

Donnie blew on his coffee, the steam rolling off warming his beak before he took a sip. He set the cup down and resumed his research.

It was late two weeks ago that he had this realization, and he'd been working hard to figure out the problem, for in doing so was the solution, since. You see, two weeks ago was Casey's birthday, it wasn't until after the party that Donnie heard Naomi remark about never "quite having a birthday like that" that he realized they barely knew anything about Naomi.

Including her birth-date.

Sure, over the five months she's been with them they've learned plenty. Such as, she had three older brothers and a little sister. For each sibling there was a code name. Her oldest brother, Steel Rainbow, was in the army. The second oldest, Condor, works with children. The third, Lil' Hawk, was a writer and musician. Her sister, Hairy, however was never discussed often if at all, making the brothers curious for she raved about her brothers.

Also, because of the male influence in her life, unlike April, Naomi hardly noticed if they left the toilet seat up or any of their pads or extra masks littered about the bathroom. She hardly batted an eye that time when Mikey challenged Raph and won a belching contest, going even so far as to root for Raph. And when they sit down to watch movies she was right there with them picking out action, suspense or comedies. Forget the ones like, Dear John, P.S I Love You and The Fault In Our Stars, some of April's favorites, because if the romance movie didn't have explosions, good comedy, or a fight scene, then it wasn't worth it to her.

They also learned she was a die hard carnivore and knew how to cook for a big groups between 4 all the way up to 500 people. No matter what she always made enough so they had leftovers. It wasn't anything like the first time April cooked for them. They all bit their tongues to keep from asking for seconds, each clearly seeing no more was left, the meal being entirely vegan helped nothing. So, yeah, it was a major bonus.

Donatello loved collecting and categorizing factoids about his shojo, so naturally he wished to know more personal things, things one would learn by being told, not one's he could simply observe. However, she isn't allowed to tell them,but if he were to find out her birthday, just the date no other information as she made him promise not to look, he and his brothers would then be able to throw her a birthday party. They'd be able to get her presents and lavish her with attention without somehow crossing social barriers they didn't understand.

Witnessing enough birthdays with April and Casey let them know what was ok and not ok. They've watched them for years as their only reference to how men and women spend time together. Platonically and, when Casey decides otherwise, romantically. Though not the best, they were better guidelines than what's on the TV, and each of the brothers knew to be careful copying anything from television. Especially anything having to do with courting rituals.

With them the idea of courting is different, instinctual if you will. Like, whenever they sit down for a meal they always let Naomi eat first and let her have as much as she wants before they would begin eating seconds, her needs always going before theirs. And when she hugs them goodnight or before going out anywhere they leave a small scent mark on her to keep any males from getting any ideas. The hormones in the scent mark easily unsettle males so they wouldn't want to be close to her. The only instinct they haven't caved in to yet, other than Mikey with the clock, is the gift giving. Hence the reason for wanting to find her birth-date. The social event would allow them to leave her presents without it seeming strange or awkward; brownie points for Donnie also never hurt.

Donnie sighed thinking of all the different things he wanted to give her, a particular dress he found while online shopping coming to mind, when an abrupt knock at his door disrupted his thoughts. He barely said anything before Michelangelo stalked through the door and into his lab, crossed his arms, humphed and glared at Donnie.

Donnie raised an eye-ridge.

"Can I help you?" Don turned his chair to face his strangely upset brother, and folded his hands in his lap.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mikey said angrily. Before Donnie could inquire what his brother was talking about Mikey continued to rant. "You could have told, I mean you should know I would have wanted to know about this. Did you even tell Leo or Raph? What else haven't you told us? What other injuries could you be hiding?"

"What injur..." Mikey cut him off before he could continue, his words bringing more worry and confusion.

"If we don't know about her injuries one of us could accidentally hurt her more, all because you kept it from us. How are we suppose to keep her safe if we don't even know if we're doing a good enough job!?"

"Her? Mikey is Naomi okay!?" Donnie stood up abruptly.

"What's going on, I can hear you two yelling from my room." Leo stood in the doorway and eyed his younger brothers.

Mikey pointed a finger at Donnie. "Donnie's keeping secrets!"

Donatello sputtered indignantly. "I am not, you are the one who won't tell what's wrong with Naomi."

"Wait, what's wrong with Naomi?" Leo straightened.

"Like I have to tell you, you're the one who patched her up!" Mikey was closer to Donnie now.

"No I didn't. Mikey just tell me what's wrong." Mikey deflated a little at Don's admission.

Leo caught on. "Oh, no." Both brothers turned to stare at him.

"Am I the only one in the dark? Leo, Mike, what is wrong."

Mikey turned back to Donnie. "I found her in her room all loopy, and then I noticed her hand all wrapped up. I figured she had to have help, so I thought you did it."

Leo piped up next. "Earlier today I smelled blood and traced it to the bathroom. When I knocked, she answered and said she was fine. Her voice didn't waver, in fact, it didn't give anything away. So I waited for her to get out, and when she did she went to the kitchen for a glass of water. She seemed fine, but now that I think about it. Mikey, which hand was injured?"

"Right."

"She waved me off with her left hand." Leo sighed and rubbed a hand across his face.

"Wait." Donnie called his brothers' attention. "Did you say she was...loopy?"

Naomi sat on the couch patiently waiting for Mikey to get back. After two minutes she got bored and decided to go back to singing. She was humming Danger Zone to herself quietly when she heard someone walk in. She turned around and peeped over the couch to see Raph headed for the kitchen.

"Raaaaph." She smiled as he turned and eyed her warily. Naomi hopped off the couch and bounded over to him at full speed.

Raph wasn't prepared for a full frontal force piggy back attack from Nay. Before he knew what hit him she was already on his shoulders and settling in. She bent over top of his head and looked at him upside down.

"Hi." Naomi gave him a wide cheesy grin. She seemed undeterred as she sat atop Raph's shoulders, completely at ease. "Mind if a hitch a ride?"

Raph shrugged and considered it a win. He went about his business back in the kitchen and slowly made himself a sandwich, Nay handing him things at times. He chalked her behavior up to boredom and too much energy. Who was he to complain if she wanted to hug his neck with her thighs?

Stomach sated Raph went into the dojo for some training. He gently plucked Naomi from his shoulders and set her down before dropping to do push-ups. Glad she was still there, though he'd never say it out loud, so he could show off, just a little. He barely had gotten started when he felt a weight on his back.

"May I take a seat?" Naomi said from on top of his shell.

"Why not." Raph then dropped and got to work, the added weight of Naomi giving him a better challenge then just his own, though it felt like she didn't weigh enough.

Naomi busted with giggles as she held on to the edge of Raph's shell. "Wheeee."

"Yea, like, jump into my arms loopy. Why?" Mikey's worry grew.

"Where is she now?" Donnie said urgently.

"I left her on the couch." Mikey took off after Leo and Donnie as they made their way downstairs as fast as they could. The couch was empty and the rest of the living and kitchen area was still.

"Great, just great. This not good." Donnie paced back and forth.

"Hey, there you are. Been lookin for you, what are ya doin down 'er?" They watched as Raph, with a seemingly giddy Naomi on his shoulders, came from the dojo. "Nay's got a bandage on her hand, thought you should look at it. Didn't notice till I went to the pull up bar."

He took Nay off his shoulders, she pouted cutely as he did, and ushered her towards Donnie.

"No,no, no. You guys aren't suppose to know." Naomi whined.

Leo put his hand on her shoulders to calm her before speaking quietly. "What aren't we suppose to know, why?"

Naomi stubbornly pouted, her mouth firmly shut. Leo sighed and sat her on the couch for Donnie to look at. The three brothers crowded around Donnie as he coaxed Nay to give him her hand so he could un-wrap it. The bandage came off slowly, lightly tinged pink then red as they made it down to the hand. Donnie's eyes widened at the sight, not just at the stitches, but at the wound itself. It was a puncture consistent with...a rodent bite.

"There's a rat in the living room." She gestured with her open hand towards the area in which she saw the creature skitter off towards. Donnie could hear her voice from earlier ringing in his ears.

Donnie looked up at Naomi's face and was surprised to see tears. "Are you in pain?" She shook her head and sniffled. Donnie and the brothers hearts ached at the sight of the salty by product and clenched at the pitiful sound.

"I took Ibuprofen." Donnie's eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Nay, where did you get the ibuprofen?" Donnie knew for a fact that they didn't have ANY ibuprofen in the lair. One, because April took the last bottle they had cause it was hers, and two because ibuprofen didn't work on their system. It went through their system so fast that it didn't even work, their metabolism needed something stronger.

"From the med kit in the bathroom."

"How many did you take, and how long ago?" She looked over at the clock on the stove.

"About an hour ago."

"How many?"

She sniffed. "Three."

Donnie heaved a sigh, she'd be fine in a few hours with some rest.

"Nay, that wasn't ibuprofen, that was morphine." He watched as her eyes got big.

"Oooooh, that explains, everythiiiiiing. M'sorry." Naomi just shook her head and mumbled "I'm sorry" over an over. Don couldn't take it, he had to fix this he had to know. He took the seat next to her, and took her face in both hands.

"Nay, that's a rat bite, isn't it." She hesitated before nodding. The affirmation caused guilt to well up in each turtle, especially Donnie. She had originally called him to come take care of a problem, and because of a misunderstanding they wrote it off. Now she was hurt right under their noses, and she took care of it alone, they failed.

Mikey frowned as he sat on her other side, asking quietly. "Nay, how did you get bit?"

Naomi took a breath before explaining. "I found it under the couch. So I got leather gloves and grabbed it, ran it out of the lair and let it go. But it, it turned around and bit me. I knew I needed bandages and stitches so I, I came back and rinsed it off and bandaged and stitched it in the bathroom." Naomi shuddered a few times, her breathing ragged and uneven. "I'm sorry." She choked out.

Raph watched, angry at himself for not doing something, though he was unsure of what he was sure that he could've prevented it if he had done something. He had a burning question on the tip of his tongue, as they all did, and unlike them he voiced it.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Everyone, Raph and Naomi included, could hear the hurt in his voice. Nay looked at him, fresh tears spilling over. "Why didn't you tell us you were hurtin'?"

"I, I didn't want you worrying over me." She sucked in a breath. "I've been ever so thankful that you've taken me in. You don't know what it's like leaving such a big family to be on your own for so long. When you said I could stay here with you, you, you don't know how happy that made me. You guys mean everything to me now, and i just, I just, I didn't want to ruin it by seeming whiny, or, or needy. Besides, I'm used to licking my own wounds, and I just wish..." She let out a sob as she curled in on herself, her body wracked with shivers.

All four Brothers arms reached out to embrace her, surprisingly not in each others way, and nuzzled into her. Comforting her sorrows the best they could with soft hums and chirps. After a few minutes she calmed down, and they handed her off to Raph so they could collect some things.

Mikey came back with pillows galore. Donnie and Leo brought blankets, Nay watched groggily from Raph's lap as Leo, Don and Mike constructed a large nest like bed. She was to tired for curiosity and simply thanked them as they maneuvered her into the middle of a rather comfortable turtle pile.

She fell a sleep with a smile on her face as she snuggled into Raph, nuzzled Leo, footsied Donnie, and held Mikey's hand. Right now, there wasn't another place in the entire universe any of them would rather be.