Hey guys! I got a new story! This story has honestly been in my head for a full year, but I never knew what to do exactly with this story.. but after finally figuring out what I wanted to do, I wanted to write it immediately :D
On a sadder note, I will be gone this whole week because I'm going to Wales with my school, yay! And I won't be back until Saturday evening. So I'll be gone for a week.

Now without further ado, enjoy the chapter! ^^

TMNT

Lucky wasn't the suitable word to use, but it kinda fit, we were lucky. Of course this whole situation we were in wasn't lucky at all, this wasn't anything to cheer about, or to laugh about. Something bad happened, terribly bad. And the only luck I could find in this whole situation was the fact that it was just a day after the start of our summer break.

We could've never treated him back in New York, they would've found him some way or another. Don't ask me how they'd do it, but they always seemed to find creatures like that, someone would tell the police, or they'd suspect something. They would find him. He has only spoken one sentence, one little sentence that had actually decided for me, obligated me to care for him.

My dad took us, after a lot of convincing, to the old farmhouse, where we used to stay every summer. It wasn't far away from the city, so it wasn't a long drive, but it felt like it. We couldn't get there soon enough to help him, or whatever he was. I wasn't even sure myself, I just knew that we had to help him, because he begged me to. Though this wasn't exactly what he asked me to.

"Save my sons, please"

That was the sentence he has manage to whisper, tears slipping from his eyes. The sentence filled with so much hurt, not the hurt from his endless collection of wounds but hurt from emotional pain. Whoever his sons were, he loved them dearly, and because I heard his request, I felt like I needed to fulfil it.

The only problem was, that I had no idea who his sons were. I tried the internet, but there were no report of any giant rats around the city, not even in the world. There were no reports about mutant rats, which I assumed he was, or even missing kids, there was nothing I could use to fulfil this request, so we brought him here to let him heal.

Casey and dad were with me, dad was a vet. I know it sounded rather cruel but that was probably the thing that saved the rat in the end. Though I knew, just from his vocabulary, that he was anything but an animal. We tried to enjoy the nature around her as much as we could, and we did. I always enjoyed this place, nobody being around for miles.

Though there was always this one nagging thought, if the rat would ever wake up.

2 whole months passed since we brought him to our farmhouse, one month till we had to go back, till school would start again. Two whole months, almost 8 full weeks had passed, until he finally opened his eyes.

TMNT

"Hey, you awake?" I gently ask, dimming the light as he squeezes his eyes shut again, wincing from the bright light. "Just take it easy, you've been out for a long time" I add before he can try anything, to injure himself again.

"What has happened to me? And who are you?" He asks, his voice surprisingly calm as he scans me briefly, his eyes slightly disorientated.

"My name is April, April O'Neil. We found you a while ago.. you were badly injured so we took you to our farmhouse and looked after you." I explained to him, deliberately avoiding the precise time period, fearing he might freak out when hearing how long he'd been out.

"Thank you for your hospitality Miss O'Neil" He says with a soothing voice, nodding his head slightly. Slowly his eyes widen slightly, his whole form freezing. And then he was suddenly trying to get up, topping when a hiss of pain leaves his mouth. Immediately I shoot forwards, placing my hands on his shoulders to push him down again.

"You need to calm down Mister! You're still injured" I cry out, trying to hold him down. He still tries to fight me, even despite the pain that is obviously coursing through his body, his eyes are wide with fear, darting around the room.

"My sons! Where are my sons?!" He almost yells, trying desperately to get up, to find his sons. I feel a pang of sadness, seeing him struggle so hard. Even in his weakened and injured state he is still determined to get to his sons, if they were still alive.

"I don't know, but you must calm down. Injuring yourself won't help you, or your sons!" I shout, finally catching his full attention. His eyes catch mine, brown eyes staring into my blue ones. And then he just gives up, allowing me to pin him to the bed. I want to smile at my little victory, but the tears stinging in his eyes make me re-think.

"How long have I been out Miss O'Neil?" He asks suddenly, looking at me with a stern expression, like the tears never happened, like his desperate attempts to get out of bed didn't happen, like he knows something more than I thought he did. I sit back in the chair again, rubbing my upper legs a bit.

"2 months" I eventually whisper, casting my head downwards.

"My sons, did you find my sons Miss O'Neil?" He asks, the hurt barely audible in his voice. He's trying to cover it up, trying to act like he isn't devastated by the news of having been out for so long, not being devastated by not having his sons at his side. And I can't give him an answer that'd satisfy him, but I had no other answer.

"I'm sorry sir, we didn't"

TMNT

As the day progressed we both found out things. He soon found out he hadn't introduced himself fully yet. He was Japanese, and he used to be human before he got 'mutated'. His human name was Hamato Yoshi but ever since he had mutated, he rarely introduced himself as Hamato Yoshi, not like he introduced himself often. His sons often called him Master Splinter, and while telling about his sons, I could see the pain in his eyes.

He was still weak, 2 months in a coma affected his body badly. His arm still wasn't fully healed yet and it still caused him pain whenever he moved it, it was a bad break after all. And he was in pain when he was walking, still feeling the effects of having his legs and hip dislocated. But he was awake, and for now that was the most important thing.

The second was of course healing him so we could find his sons, if they were still alive.

He was a ninja, a secret he quickly trusted me with. For some reason he seemed to like me, and we ended up talking a lot that day. Dad cooked for the four of us, but he hadn't been up to eating much. I told him about how we found him two months ago, and how we took off to the farmhouse, so he could heal and wake from his coma.

But honestly, he only figured the most important thing out in the evening, and at the same time, so did I.

It was Casey's mistake, even though it wasn't really a mistake. Dad just left a few minutes ago to get something from the store before it closed, so we were with the three of us. I was just talking to him, and Casey was minding his own business. I knew we couldn't blame him for anything, but it happened. And it was because of him that it happened.

But how could I blame Casey for watching the news? How could I possibly blame him for putting the volume up just loud enough for Splinter's mutated ears to hear the news. Honestly, it wasn't until the voice of a teenage boy entered my hearing that I knew what was going on. So full of hurt… thick from all the tears.

"My son"

That was the only sentence Splinter uttered as he limped towards the living room, forgetting his own pain. I was barely was able to see the turtle on the screen, barely 2 seconds but it was enough for me to see the red eyes, the tears streaming down his face and chains around his ankles and wrists, and then the program ended.

And the worst part wasn't Splinter breaking down in tears, no, it was the fact that this turtle, these 4 turtles, have been on television for two whole months right now.