Disclaimer: The TMNT belong to someone rich (Nickelodean Entertainment I think, formerly Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird). I only own my plot and any OCs I dream up.

I'm not making any money off this, just practicing my writing to keep my brain active.

While some of the places in our world are real, the characters are ficticious, any resemblance to persons living or dead is pure coincidence unless otherwise stated.

Author's Note: The turtles will be introduced in the next chapter. The prologue is just a bit of background on my OC, to set the scene... Sorry if the build up for this story is a little slow...

I'm writing this on my new tablet, rather than my laptop, so I apologise if the formatting is a bit odd, I'm not use to it yet...

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Prologue - In Our World...

Cara looked out the grimey window at the freezing rain. It was almost spring, just one more month to go, before the New Zealand countryside burst into bright colour for the year.

Sighing to herself, she eased herself to the edge of her saggy, unmade queensize mattress, that was wedged into the tiny seven foot by fifteen foot tin shed she called home. It had one small filthy bared window above the mattress and a fragile-looking plywood door in one of the long walls.

In addition to the matress, that was suspended on timbers three feet off the floor, there was a laminated MDF scotch chest, a rusted steel office desk, a couple of half-broken chairs and an ornate glass-fronted bookcase. Boxes and cookware were shoved in wherever they could fit, and damp washing hung from the uneven rafters of the shanty.

Outside Cara could hear ex-boyfriend's dog whining to go for a run. Despite the fact that they had broken up three months ago, Cara was still looking after his dog, and she had been fortunate enough that they were still friendly enough that Bill had allowed her to borrow his car from time-to-time. Hauling on her full wet weather overalls and hooded jacket, Cara steeled herself to take the hyperactive pittbull/mastiff cross, and her own young puppy for a walk at the local surf beach.

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Jessie was a brindle and black pitbull/mastiff cross bitch. She had just had puppies recently, and Cara had only recently, finally rehomed them all. She'd kept one of the boy puppies for herself after there had been some prowlers in the area.

Cola had a dark brown/black coat that matched the fizzy drink he'd been named after, and a personality that reminded her of cola drinks, bubbly initially, then flat and tired after an hour or so. He had rolls of chubby skin and an almost rugby ball shape.

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Getting Cola and Jessie in the car was easy enough, but getting Jessie to stay still, and not distract Cara from driving was always an issue. Still, she managed to drive the six kilometres to Glinks Gully without crashing. Cara hated dog-sitting, but the offer of use of the car was too temping to turn down, even if it meant putting up with Jessie and her destructiveness.

The driving rain, which had almost turned to sleet, had ensured that even the hardcore surfers and surfcasters were not on the beach today. Cara had made sure to put extra dog towels in the boot of the car, so that she could get the dogs dry again after their run in the rain.

Grumbling to herself, Cara got out near an odd looking rock on the beach and let the dogs out. Cola looked at her like she was mad, so Cara let him stay in the warm car, while Jessie dived out of the vehicle was glee, promptly racing up and down the beach before going to inspect the large rock, which was at the water's edge.

Cara pulled her neckwarmer up over her face so that only her eyes were visible, before grabbing her drivering glasses to keep the rain out of her eyes. Thus equpped, she followed Jessie to the stange looking rock.

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New Zealand Terms:

Boot = Trunk.

Surfcasters = crazy people who fish off the surf beaches, usually with electric long lines.

Glinks Gully = A surf beach that is part of Ripiro beach in the Kaipara district of New Zealand. It is highly sought after by geniune surfers, but awkward access means its not as popular with the masses. Its on the West Coast of the North Island.

Rugby ball = a ball similar to an american football.

1 mile is 1.6 kilometres.

A/N: Don't take puppies out in foul weather, it will ensure an uncomfortable conversation with the SPCA! I personally would never subject any animal to any weather I would not like to be in myself.