A/N: So here I am, trying to work on commissions and a course for work. And what do you know? This itty bitty plot bunny hops into my house and refuses to leave. Dang it all! Hence, this little one shot was born.

This is simply for fun. I honestly wasn't going to post; however, I had a few requests to do so. And here it is. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT in any way.

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Fan Girls United

"This is the last one. Finally!" an angry woman announced, entering the room, dragging her struggling captive.

"Hello, Karai," greeted a red-haired woman, her voice drawled in a taunting fashion. "So glad you could join us."

The Japanese woman hissed angrily as she was shoved inside a cell. "What do you think you are doing?" she demanded, her eyes snapping dangerously to the group of faces that smirked victoriously in her direction.

"Ridding this city of all of you," the red haired woman cackled. "You will never get a chance to hurt Leo... uh…the guys…ever again."

"I understand why you want her," the sultry voice of Mona Lisa broke in. The female mutant wiggled, her perky breasts straining against the binding ropes. "But what about me? What have I done? I never hurt any of the turtles or Splinter! In fact, I love-"

"We know who you love," snarled an angry blonde as she twirled the cell's key ring with her finger. "That's more than enough reason to banish you!"

"You're all crazy!" cried out Lotus Blossom.

"More crazy than Stockman," added Karai.

"Hey!" the said scientist snapped back. "Who is calling who crazy?" With curled lips and narrowed eyes, Stockman added, "If I were you, I wouldn't insult the man who is controlling your destination."

Karai's frown deepened.

"What kind of party is this, Crazy Cats?" inquired the fourth captive.

A petite brunette stepped away from the large group. "A good-bye party," she supplied. "Good-bye to you all! You have interfered long enough with our me—I mean, with the turtles."

From behind the control panel, two more women held Stockman at gun point.

"Okay, Stockman. Do your thing."

The man sighed as he pushed buttons and twisted dials. "Coordinates set. All I have to do is hit this button."

"This button?"

"Precisely."

A heavy set woman stepped forward, grabbing the scientist buy the collar of his lab coat. She dragged him out of his seat and across the room where she tossed him inside with the captive females.

"What is this?" he demanded, his voice both filled with anger and fear.

"We figured if they want a male to torture or cuddle, why not you Stockman?"

The group of woman stood back laughing gleefully. "Bye-bye!" they chorused.

"You will never torture or snuggle any of them ever again! MA HA HA HA!"

With a rising cheer, a pile of manicured hands flew to the button Stockman had indicated earlier. From the cell, simultaneously, the captives cried out, "NOOO!"

There was a flash of light then the room fell quiet, the cell empty.

"That's it. They are gone. They are really gone!" the brunette announced.

The group exchanged glances.

"So if Karai isn't here to capture and torture the turtles..."

"...and if Mona Lisa isn't here to dig her claws into Raphael..."

"...and that Neutrino chick, Kala is out of the picture..."

"...then the guys are free!"

A collective silence fell over the group as each woman fell into deep thought.. Once working together for the same purpose each female seemed to be getting the same idea. Like a line of race horses bolting from the gates, they headed for the door.

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"What do you figure is going on?" Leonardo asked. The turtles were on their nightly patrol and stopped on a roof top. They watched curiously as screaming girls flooded the streets, calling for the turtles by name and announcing the defeat of Karai and Stockman and the disappearance of Mona Lisa and Kala.

"Karai? Gone?"

"MJ?"

"Awww," Mikey broke in. "Isn't that cute? They actually do care for our welfare!"

"Yeah, Bro. They love us. Why don't you go pay them a visit?" Raph suggested with a chuckle. "I bet you wouldn't escape with your shell intact." He raised his eye ridges as a bra floated through the air.

Mikey gave the group a second going over. The females stared up to the roof tops crying out like wolves howling at the moon.

"Uhh," he said. "On second thought. I think I will pass. They look like they mean business."

"Donatello. What do you make of this?" Leo asked his brother.

Don turned to his brothers, his olive skin a shade paler than usual.

"Guys. This is worse than I feared," he told them.

"What are you talking about, bro?" Raph asked.

"This is bigger than Karai, Shredder or Stockman and Bishop combined." Donatello's adams apple bobbed as he spoke nervously.

Leo's eyes enlarged. "Bigger than the Battle Nexus?"

Raph balled his hands, cracking his knuckles. "Bigger than the Tengu Shredder?"

Mikey wrapped his arms across his plasteron. "Bigger than Raphie on a bad day?" He managed to duck in time, narrowly missing Raph's hand.

Don nodded and breathed out a shaky sigh.

"It's the fan girls," he gulped, sweat dripping from his forehead. "They have united. Have mercy on our souls!"