The Girl Who Sold The World
A Ninja Turtles Fic
Disclaimer: I don't own the Turtles or associated peoples/mutants involved.
Summary: Mary Jane is the world's youngest Genetic Physicist. Shredder wants her to create a serum to make him 10x more powerful. But, when the Turtles rescue her from his Foot Ninjas, MJ begins work on a serum to help the Turtles instead. LeoXoc.
Author's Note: This is my first Turtles fic. I'm going to try my utter best to stick inside the Character's head. Please review.
Chapter 1: Had a Hard Day.
Mary Jane Crusader walked home in silence. She'd told her driver that she would walk home, but she didn't know why, it had been such a horrible day. Pouring rain, too many patients, and the patent office called saying that she had to do double the research in half the time to get her findings publish about Genetic Cellular Mutation. It took her 3 years to get the perfect formula; they gave her a deadline of 1 week. 1 week?! How was she supposed to perfect her formula she'd been working on for 3 years in one week? Now, to top it all off, she was walking in the rain, her Versace tweed pea coat getting drenched, and she was freezing walking alone in Manhattan. That's the last time I let my driver have the night off. Mary Jane thought. Mary Jane came from the powerfully rich family, the Crusaders. Her father was Old money, and combined with her mother's ancient money, they quickly became one of the wealthiest families in the world. When MJ graduated from Harvard Medical School when she was 18, her father bought her a clinic and research lab. The clinic she stocked with notable doctors, which she paid out of pocket, and never charged any of the patients that came in. It was a Free Clinic in every sense of the word. She helped the Helpless, and if they wished to earn extra money, they participated in some of her experiments on Gene Therapy. If it weren't for the citizens of New York, she wouldn't be one of the most noted scientists. She helped as much as she could, for her wealth, she could afford it. When her father had gotten the clinic up and running for her, he and her mother went back to London, to enter Mom's world of Privilege versus Dad's world. The most pristine Scientist, one of the wealthiest Debutantes, and the youngest person ever up for a Nobel Peace Prize, all before her 20th birthday. But, she led an empty, lonely existence. She had no real friends, absentee parents, and a large Manhattan townhouse filled with only servants. She had no time for a boyfriend or lover, or even time to attend the balls to which she was accustomed and forced to attend or hold. She kept up the latest fashions, as was expected, but not in the most conventional way. She simply ordered all the line-ups from the major designers, went through it when she had time, and gave what she didn't like to charity. The Good Will got plenty of designer clothing to do with what they needed. Most of the time it was sold for food and funding, and sometimes given to the homeless who needed clothes. And she was perfectly fine with that, whatever helps. Her lab coat was even Armani, with her name embroidered on the front above the pocket. Why did she bother with fashion, when she was unable to mingle in high society? Because it was how she was raised. She dressed as befits her position, more out of habit than anything. Why bother with an Armani lab coat, if it looked the same as a regular brand? Because they'd sent it to her when she was published in Medical Digest. She heard something crash behind her in a nearby dumpster in the ally she was in. Maybe it was just a cat. Sure enough, when she turned, she saw a small black cat run out from behind the dumpster. She sighed in relief and turned back around. She gasped to see a man in front of her, clad in black from head to toe, even his face covered. She backed up, squeezing her coat around her, clutching her Prada handbag to her chest. She carried no weapons of self defense, she was never mugged before. Too many muggers had come to her seeking financial aid and she'd given it to them with no questions asked, word of mouth and she was deemed off-limits. Either this man was new or-she stopped hitting another figure from behind. She turned and gasped, her brown hair falling from its pony tail into her eyes. She backed away, towards the walls of the nearby buildings, but hit another figure. They all looked alike. But, one clearly the leader, and different, and female dropped down in front of MJ. "Do not fight us, Dr. Crusader." She said in a heavy Japanese accent.
"What do you want?" Mary Jane asked, keeping the fear out of her voice. The woman ignored her and signaled one of her men. The man walked up and punched MJ, thankfully not breaking her nose, but the force caused her head to snap back. The man pulled out a large sword, a katana MJ realized, and, while his friends held her down, he slid it across her stomach, tearing easily through her coat, lab coat, and clothes, hitting skin. MJ gasped and huddled over in pain, putting her arm across where the blade had sliced through her. She didn't cry from the pain. She would need stitches, but she doubted that she would get them.
"The master wants her alive." She heard the woman call out. MJ didn't know what to think as she passed out from blood loss. One thought crossed her mind as she fell into darkness. That's the last time I let my driver have the night off.
Mary Jane woke up, but didn't open her eyes. She was alive, in pain, but alive. She lay on a rather comfortable bed. She could hear a faint beeping, a heart monitor, to her left. There were voices at the foot of her bed. "Dude, is she gonna be ok?" A worried voice questioned.
"I don't know, Mikey." A calm voice replied. She felt something brush her bed and a calloused hand touched her forehead. "The bruise is fading, but she hasn't woken up. We have to give it time." MJ assessed that these were not the brutes from the ally and let her eyes flutter open. She looked up to see a large, humanoid turtle, dawned in a purple scarf across his eyes looking down at her in shock. She took in his muscular appearance and was afraid, but the feeling soon went away as she noticed his kind eyes. "You're up. Welcome to the waking world, Dr. Crusader." MJ sat up, feeling tightness in her stomach, knowing instantly that she had stitches and was careful. She looked across the room at yet another turtle, this one wearing an orange scarf, who went from sad, worried eyes to ecstatic ones.
"YAY!" He called and MJ gave him confused eyes, turning back to the saner of the two turtles, or she assumed/hoped. She looked up into his blue-gray eyes.
"How did you know my name?" She questioned. He picked up her ruined lab coat that she'd been wearing; there was a cut across of it, coated in her blood. It was the Armani, with her name etched into the front. "Well, then, what happened?"
"Maybe you could tell us that." A strong voice said from the door way. The two turtles and MJ looked at a third turtle with a blue scarf, strong arms crossed in front of his plastron, his hazel eyes looking dark, but kind. "Want to inform us as to why Karai and her Foot Ninjas would attack a Free Clinic doctor?"
"Leo, she isn't a normal Free doc, she's Dr. Mary Jane Crusader. The youngest nominee for the Nobel Peace Prize, the youngest Genetic Physicist in history," Leo held up a hand to stop his brother's rant.
"I get it. So, you're my brother's idol? Makes sense. Shredder probably thinks you can help him take us down." 'Leo' determined. MJ looked at each of the turtles. Mikey, the orange clad one, ducked out.
Mary Jane didn't know what to say, she didn't know what a Shredder was, let alone a Foot Ninja, but if someone needed a Physicist to take down these guys, she was the girl to call. "Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but I would not willingly work for anyone to take anyone out. I'm a doctor, that's it. Those stupid Ninjas would have to kill me first and as you can very well tell, they knew that and tried." Mary Jane glared at Leo and crossed her arms over her chest. She winced as the arm grazed her stomach and Leo stepped forward concerned.
"Are you ok?" He asked, his stern eyes soft for a moment. When she nodded though, those eyes went back to cold and calculating. "You'll be safe here. Don't try to leave, at least not until Donnie says that you're all healed up." With that Leo left and MJ looked up at the purple scarfed Donnie. Donnie gave her a big smile and looked at the monitor.
"Sorry about him. He's just trying to look out for you. Shredder's pretty much all that's on his mind, Dr. Crusader." Donnie said. She smiled at him too.
"Call me MJ. Who's Shredder?" She questioned.
"He's the big bad. An alien bent on the destruction of the world, and us. If he wants you, then he must have a new idea of how to do it. I don't know. So, what's it like being the youngest Physicist in the world?" Donnie asked. MJ laughed at his enthusiasm and he went a little red. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude. I'm just so excited, I wrote my term paper on you and to have you sitting right here-I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Donatello or Donnie. The goof ball from earlier is Michaelangelo, or Mikey. The stern one was Leonardo, or Leo. And the one your yet to meet is Raphael, or Raph." MJ smiled at the excited turtle and nodded.
"I guessed all but Raph's name, since you were calling each other by them. And it's fine to be excited. You attend the University?" She asked. He shook his head.
"No. Well, yeah, online. Could you imagine attending it for real? Looking like this? No. Sometimes though, I wish I could. I want to go to class, participate in a debate, all of that. I mean, I'm 21, and all I know of life is this sewer and the crime syndicates. No use in hoping though." Just then, MJ remembered about her own term paper that she wrote in Medical School, on a doctor claiming to have produced radioactive ooze that transformed 4 reptiles and a mammal into humanoid creatures. Could these turtles be those creatures? Nothing was impossible. She looked at Donnie, wistful look in his eye, and decided to help.
"Donnie, do you have a sample of the chemical that transformed you guys?" She questioned bluntly. Donnie looked up and nodded. "Good. I think that I can help. If you'll help me, I'll work on something to help you guys. But, I need your help with something else first."
"What?" He asked curiously.
"Do you have my purse?" He got up and walked over to the other side of the room and picked up her dirty Prada bag. "Ok, inside is a research paper for the patent office. Its research I did on Genetic Cellular Mutation and a formula that I believe will help reduce the effects that radiation has on our bodies and the environment. The patent office gave me one week to perfect the formula; I would love your help."
"One week? You've been out for 3 days! We'd have to work double time." His voice sounded excited. Not worried, not for Donnie. "You've got a deal."
"Good. Its probably that formula that will help me help you."
Attention: This is my first Turtles fic. Please review and let me know what you think.