Thought I'd divide my fic into separate 'episodes', chunks that you could pick through and find specific things! So...enjoy!

Where April O'Neil goes, Sarah Sanchez follows.

This is a simple fact that everyone who goes to April's school will tell you. Everyone knows that whenever the redheaded, blue-eyed beauty with the girlish figure walked down the hallway with a chipper smile, the brunette, grey eyed jock with the short, stocky figure was right behind her.

No one remembers where it started except for April and Sarah, called Spike, themselves.

It was kindergarten, when Sarah helped haul April up after April had fallen off the teeter-totter and gotten hit in the head with it. Sarah, a kid who even at age five was a tough nut to crack, had helped her up and made the other child apologize, and taken April under her wing.

First grade hit, and Sarah and April were inseparable, as Sarah would visit April and her father and mother, and April would come visit Sarah's two sisters and father and mother.

Second grade brought tragedy when April's mother died, leaving Kirby O'Neil, April's father, devastated, and April confused and scared. Sarah comforted her and swore to protect April for the rest of their lives.

Third grade arrived, and with it Sarah's catastrophe.

Eight years old, and Sarah was sick. A flu epidemic had hit her hard, and left her on the couch in a miserable state with nothing but books for company. April had been warned away considering the nature of the illness, and her parents, Ian and Christina, decided to make their weekly trip to the store early in order to get medicine. They left Sarah with a babysitter, kissed her forehead, and told her they'd be back soon. They took her two younger sisters, Molly and Lily, and an hour later, the news was talking about a fatal accident on the streets involving an intoxicated man with a truck and a car, an accident that cost the lives of Ian, Christina, Molly, and Lily.

It broke the remaining Sanchez's heart. She cried after she heard, after it sunk in, she cried a stain into her pillow, but after she finished crying, she never did again.

April tried to comfort her, unsure of how to deal with a girl with an ashen face and dry eyes, with a terrible, cold emptiness that had been repeatedly stuffed with guilt.

If she had never been sick.

If they had chosen another route.

If they had picked another store.

She should have died with them.

She knew she should have, it wasn't fair that she should live, and have to go on without the most important people to her.

Yet go on she must, and she quickly discovered that the most important person to her now was April, the one who had cried at the Sanchez funeral, and tried to keep Sarah's spirits up. She would be Sarah's's new anchor as April and her father took Sarah into their home.

Fourth grade. To keep her mind off of her loss, of the emptiness around her, Sarah began taking sports, starting with soccer and baseball. She didn't talk to anyone, and no one talked to her. No one except April. Her stoniness to others and her brutality on the soccer field gave her the nickname: 'Spike' Sanchez, a nickname that she took proudly.

Fifth grade. April O'Neil began taking drama club. Spike took martial arts, continued with her previous sports, and accepted her position on the bottom rung of the social ladder.

Sixth grade. Spike took basketball, learned to wrestle, and began to take after her heroes from her father's old movies, and began to build strength, stamina and speed with a rigorous workout schedule. April went to work on the school newspaper, quickly becoming a popular writer as well as person in the school.

Seventh grade. Spike's sports fascination came to a head when she took hockey, track and began boxing. April began to accept Spike's position as a bodyguard over her as April's warm laugh and kindness made her a friend to many, and a rather important figure to boys.

Eighth grade: Spike began making cash by becoming involved in an 'unofficial' football team and fighting ring.

Ninth grade: Spike continued to scrape by with her grades as April passed with flying colors.

Tenth grade: Spike and April's lives got very weird, very quickly.

When April was fifteen and Spike was sixteen, Spike noticed when April didn't show up at their meeting spot after school, and knew something was up.

~Where April Goes~

Spike paces the parking lot outside of her and April's favorite pizza places in New York City, glaring down at her cell phone, which stubbornly refused to produce April's voice. She pulls up the sleeve of her sweatshirt and checks the watch on her wrist, which has ticked past the six o'clock meeting time half an hour ago. She dials for the fifth time, chewing on her bottom lip.

It rings again as Spike leans against a streetlamp as the skies above New York darken. Another delivery bike pulls out of the pizza joint. A stream of people continues down the sidewalk. The neon signs continue to flash. Spike's stomach growls mockingly.

Four rings. Five rings. Six.

Spike shakes her head and moves her finger to tap the 'end call' button, until the ringing stops, and Spike eagerly waits for her friend's firm happy voice.

April's firm, happy voice does not come. A variation, a twisted version of April's voice emerged. "Spike? Thank goodness! I need help, Spike, both of us, me and my dad! We're in a van, we've been trapped! Captured! By these weird guys, they all look alike! We're being taken somewhere, we're not hurt, but we need help! Please, get somebody or-hey! Get off of me!"

The call ends.

"April?! April?" Spike shouts over the noise on the street as an ambulance drives past. "What's going on?" she asks the inert phone, feeling stupid. She stares wide eyed and helplessly at the innocent machine, fighting the urge to smash it against the concrete. Instead she turns to something else she knows might help.

Two years ago, she had a program set up on her phone by a technology wizard at her school, a program that enabled her to track any phone she had the information on. She had April's phone information.

"Is this legal?"

"Well…it's, uh, highly unadvised. But you'll never lose her this way!"

"Thanks, Langinstein. I won't tell if you won't."

Spike taps the 'activate' button, and a road map of New York City appears. A blinking blue dot appears on the street she herself is standing on, before a line moves from her to a blinking red dot, moving in a direction away from the heart of the city.

April.

Spike turns, eyes half on the phone and half on the sidewalk ahead of her, and begins weaving to a place where she parked her most prized possession.

~Where April Goes~

Spike's long hair whips inside her dark helmet as the motorcycle zips through the streets, as it had been doing for what feels like forever. One hundred and eighty four point eighty three miles in an hour, and she's almost on top of the blinking red dot that has remained still for some time now. That could mean any number of things, and the drive had given Spike enough time to think of reason after reason for a kidnapping.

Ransom?

Government cover ups?

Hostage situation?

In every case, Spike realized too little too late that she had neglected to call the police. Spike reaches into her pocket and grabs a hold of her taser for comfort as she turns onto a large driveway leading to a huge compound, in front of which are armed guards.

Spike turns the motorcycle's engines off and cruises into the bushes lining the area, grimacing as the branches snap. She swings her legs off of the machine and peers through the bush through her dark helmet visor, up towards the compound. Another glance at her phone screen informs her that indeed, April is somewhere in this area.

Nothing for it then. Spike slips behind the bush and drops to her elbows and knees, proceeding to crawl through the underbrush.

Very slowly.

Thanks for reading, y'all! Please let me know what you think in a review, it helps me out a lot. I'll see you all in the next chapter, with any luck.