Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT.
All credits go to Eastman and Laird who created these amazing characters.

Note: This is my first fanfic so please go easy on me. And I hope you'll like it.

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As I find myself in a desperate situation I stumble into an old bookshop. By some twist of fate I find a strange old book on travel between parallel universes. I might not be in my right mind at the moment but I have nothing else to loose. If there is a universe where the turtles exist then why not make my escape to them. I mean, how much worse could it be there?

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I knew it was insane to even begin to believe in this old book, but what else was I supposed to do? I was out of options. After copying the words onto the parchment in front of me as instructed I ripped the pages out of the book and as a precaution I attached them both securely with bandages, one page on each arm. I lit the candle and took a deep breath going through the belongings in my bag one last time and gave a sigh.

"This was stupid" I thought to myself but quickly shook it of, there was no room for doubt now. I made the image clear in my head. I tugged out a couple strands of my black and purple hair, put them on the parchment with ancient scribblings and rolled the paper up. Another deep breath

"Just have the picture clear in my mind" I said to myself and lit the parchment.

I watched it burn for a couple of seconds.

"No doubt" I repeated to myself and closed my eyes. As I breathed out I could see the entrance clearly. I pulled the right pipe and the brick wall opened the secret door to the lair. There were two worn out couches which might once have been orange in front of me and a comfy dark green armchair. Up ahead I saw the big metal lab doors and the kitchen. Stairs led up to a half circle balcony with doors to each of their rooms. The dojo far to the right and I knew there would be a punching bag just around the corner. I had visited it so many times before in my head and it felt like coming home.

I imagined feeling something soft by my legs and bent down to pick up the orange tabby cat and held him like a baby in my arms.

"Hello Klunk" I spoke softly in my mind and touched his white paws.

In my mind I could see all five of them in front of me stepping forward, so happy to see me. And then...

"oouch"
I dropped what was left of the parchment on the floor in front of me as I could feel my fingers burning. "Great, just great" I thought as I desperately tried to put the fire out. "so darn stupid" I reached for the kitchen towel covering the flames and kept hitting on the hot fabric with my already burnt hands.

My heartbeat was racing. Some because of the fire but mostly cause I felt so stupid for going so far of the edge in my own mind to actually believe that some magic could take me away from here. What was I thinking? I looked down, the fire seemed to be out. The kitchen towel was ruined and full of holes. As I picked it up I noticed my own hands, badly burned. What I felt right now with the adrenaline and pain and anger was more than I felt in weeks. I analyzed my feelings and concluded that even thought I should have known better, It was still progress.

I stood up, still not felling the full extent of the pain I should feel in my hands i started taking the bandage of on my left arm when suddenly the whole room shook. "what the..?" it shook again and everything around me disappeared in a blur. I quickly rubbed my eyes under my glasses and went to sit down as the floor disappeared underneath me and I fell.

The silence was so loud and I was in too much shock to scream. My eyes where open but no words could describe what I saw. Seemingly falling at high speed, jet I could feel no wind on my face. I existed but could not for my life tell if it had been one second, one hour or one year. I simply existed in this spaceless place...And then, voices broke the silence, I felt the wind in my hair for a second before getting the air knocked out of my lungs as I landed hard.

"Kyaaah", a high pitched scream, not my own, echoed in the tunnel as I landed. I sat up fast on pure instinct and before I could get up on my feet I could feel the cold steel of a sword touching my throat.