Well here's a drabble or is it a one shot? I don't know; whichever you prefer. 8)

Disclaimer: While I can not claim ownership of any ninja turtle, any sewer, or any alleyway, I can claim ownership of the rags, Jack, the lullaby, and the no-name teen! Yay!

Rating: Ummm, safe...

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As he made his way home to the lair late one Saturday night, he paused at what he saw in an alleyway. Usually he would only stop if he saw a big group of purple dragons or some low life mugging someone, but tonight was an exception.

He looked down from his high and mighty perch to the alleyway below. Being a ninja turtle and all, he thought he knew what a hard time was. He grew up in a sewer! But that night, as he glanced down that rooftop, he saw something that he would never forget, something that reminded him of himself in a way that he could not explain.

A homeless teenage mother laid her child upon a pile of rags for the night. "Hush, Jack, it's time for bed, hun," she cooed.

"I-I'm not s-s-sleepy y-yet!" The three-year-old Jack called.

The young mom smiled, "But it's time for bed!"

"I-If I-I go to b-b-bed th-then who'll k-keep you c-c-company?" Jack inquired.

"Don't worry, Jackers, I'm fine, but you need to sleep."

"If I-I go to s-sl-sleep w-who'll m-m-make you st-stop c-crying?"

"Baby, I'm not going to cry."

Jack merely continued to gaze at his beloved mother with inquisitive eyes.

The young mom did not know what to say to her precious son. She did not even know how he had known of what she did at night. The mom took a breath and sang to her son.

"Shush-a-bye my sweet.

The bird sings tweet tweet!

I'll be with you tonight.

I'll keep you within my sight.

So you should shush-a-bye, honey.

Why don't you cuddle with a bunny!

My promise to you I'll keep!

I'll watch you in your sleep."

The young mom stopped singing as soon as Jack fell asleep, she bowed her head, and she turned to face the alley wall. There a few tears leaked out of her eyes. Jack did not deserve this life and she had not deserved that the father left her with nothing at her time of need. I should be strong, the mother thought, at least for Jack. I should not be crying.

A warm hand gently touched her wrist and grabbed on. It was comforting. The teen looked down to see Jack standing next to her, holding her wrist.

"Oh Jack," she whispered.

"Does G-God c-c-cry with you, t-t-too?"

Later as she finally put Jack to bed, she could have sworn that she felt someone's comforting hand on her shoulder, but as she looked up all she felt was the cool fall breeze. While she tried to fall asleep, she then saw a shadow that seemed to leap over the alleyway, but all she wondered was if God really did weep with her.

The ninja silently skulked out of the alleyway and jumped over the alley onto another roof. He wondered how He could stand it. If He had some sort of cruel humor to make someone suffer like that. Or maybe God did cry every night along with the millions suffering. Maybe He really did care. And maybe God was crying along with that teen…and with him.

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Well, there you have it! Where is IT!? No, not that IT, but there's a drabble thing! Well, I do appreciate any reviews you conjure up so please read and tell me what conclusions you thought up! And may I ask, which turtle do you think that was?