Sorry for the long wait and that I didn't do any author's note in the first chappie, I was a little busy to add anything!

Anyway, I don't own anything that is TMNT related, only my OCs: Kat and Charlotte. Rachel can count too I guess, but she's only in the first chapter. But please, READ AND REVIEW!!! I will die if you don't!!

P.S. "..." = talking; italics = thinking and/or emphasis on words.

Enjoy the story my friends! -Kyro

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Kat ran down the steps of the apartment building and through the halls, finally reaching an elevator. When she stepped inside and pressed the floor number Charlotte told her she was on, Kat was still sweating from the fight in the alley and running down the steps, not to mention her heart was pounding furiously in her chest, like it was about burst in her ribcage.

When the elevator door dinged and opened, she rushed out, hair and roughed up leather jacket trailing behind her. She counted the doors and when she reached number 37, Charlotte's apartment, she took one look at the door and sighed, rubbing her temple and let out a chuckled. A light pink metal sign that read: Beware! Any who dare enter shall face the wrath of _________! hung on the door. Charlotte had written her name in with purple sharpie.

"Charlotte?" Kat called, opening the unlocked door and stepping inside. "Char? You there?" The very minute she said her name, Charlotte came running over and glomped her friend, her face broken into a insane smile.

"There you are! Katherine, do you not know what the term 'be here by 11:30 on the dot' means?!" she wailed pathetically. Kat rolled her eyes and started attempting prying Char's grip off of her arms. "I'm a little more concerned about how much air I'm getting in my system!" she gasped. Charlotte let go of her friend and looked at her excitedly.

"I'm sooooo glad you're here Kat! I've been getting really lonely around here cause Rachel's always like 'work work work' and everyone at in this building is either really old or a way-too-old-or-young-to-be-perverted collage pervert! And I can't hang out with those people!" Charlotte pouted childishly, her light hazel eyes round and fixed upon Kat's exasperated expression. "Charlotte," Kat sighed, "I really don't care. I just came to stay with you till I can find a decent place to stay and raise money for my family back home, okay?"

"I know," Char hung her head tiredly, and then walked back to the couch and sat down, eyes now wide with interest as she watched the TV, somewhat intrigued. Charlotte was a slim, curvy teenager a couple months younger than Kat. She had wavy light reddish brown that touched her shoulders and light hazel eyes that almost always shone with either amusement, excitement, happiness, or curiosity. Her lips were pink and slightly plump and she had two piercings on each ear, a small hoop and a jewel stud. And of course, she was lounging in a pair of pink mini shorts and a white tank top, she always wore that.

Kat laid her leather jacket over the arm of the couch and started toward a seat to sit down in, but a sharp pain in her leg stopped her. She bit back a hiss of pain and glanced at her torn pant leg, a glint of blood shone mockingly below the denim, threatening to open the cut wider to allow more to flow. "Where's your bathroom?" she asked. "Down the hall and to the right, you can't miss it," Char replied, pointing behind her towards the hall. Kat nodded and limped toward the open door.

Note to self, she thought as she proceeded to wash out her wound, it's not a good idea to sprint 3 flights of steps and 2 hallways when your leg is torn open and gushing. How the hell did I not notice?!

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When Raphael reached the lair, he found everything the way it was when he left: Mikey watching TV, Donny in his lab still steaming about what happened earlier, Master Splinter probably meditating in his room, and Leo on a life-long vacation in South America. He took off the sweatshirt and jeans he was wearing and threw them on the ground next to the door, now only sporting his usual pads, belt, and mask. The mutant turtle then walked into the 'kitchen' and opened the fridge.

"You could pick up that sweatshirt you know." Raph heard a cold voice from behind him say. He growled, closing the fridge and turned around to see his younger brother Donatello standing across from him, arms crossed and a mixture of annoyance and hatred on his face. Raph didn't get it, Donny was usually the pacifist of the four brothers, the one to stop the fights and find a compromise, not start them and urge the on.

But that didn't stop him from trying to win.

"Look Donny, I can put my sweatshirt where ever I want. It's my place too, ya know." he growled back, his voice layered in threats. His younger brother just glared at him.

"Well some of us would like to live in a place that isn't covered in your filth." Don shot back. "Oh, my filth?!" Raph said, getting annoyed, "You should see the crap you leave around, Donatello."

"Guys, come on..." they heard Mikey say quietly from the couch.

Donny huffed and turned around, heading back to his lab. "Well, at least I have my smarts and don't throw them on the ground, like some that I know..." he murmered just loud enough for Raph to hear. That's it! Raph thought. He jumped over the table and ran at his younger brother, who turned around to find a fist coming staight for his face.

"That's enough!"

Both froze, Raph's fist centimeters from Don's face, and Donny's hand reaching for his bo staff. "Stop this boys!" Master Splinter said from the doorway to his room, a stern look on his furry face. "This is getting out of hand!" Both turtles' hands pointed at each other. "Donny kept provoking me!" "Raph's annoying me!" "You're the one that called me stupid, brainiac!!" "You're the one that leaves stuff all over and breaks my things!!"

"STOP!!" Both froze again, glaring heatedly at each other. "You are brothers! You are not to act like this around each other, even if the other does something wrong, you do not fight to solve the problem!" their Master said sternly. "Now apologize and we will discuss this later."

"Sorry," Donny mumbled quietly, looking away. Raph just stood and glared, hands balled up in fists considering to punch his brother. "Whatever..." And he turned and jumped up to the second level of their home, walking to his room and punched his punching bag so hard that it swung threateningly and knocked over a few things next to it, sending them crashing to the floor. "Stupid Donny," he mumbled, "stupid Leo." He fell onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. He could hear the subway above him, looking at his alarm clock he saw that it was the 1 am shift, the last shift of the night.

Raph sighed and looked back at the ceiling, then, his thoughts wandered back to the fight in the alley and Kat, the girl he had saved. Who the hell is she? he thought, picturing the spunky blond punk in his head. She's not a normal teenager, I can tell. Wait...how can I tell? He wondered, how could he tell? It's not like there was a sign flashing 'not normal' above her head. But, something about that necklace she was wearing, with the silver pendant, something was different about it.

Again, he thought, who is she?

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Kat stepped out of the bathroom and into the TV room, where Charlotte was still sprawled out on the couch, chugging Coca-Cola. Yawning, she looked at the clock in the kitchen, 20 past 1.

"Hey Char, where's your spare bedroom?" she said to the couch, she couldn't see Charlotte. "What?! Since when does Katherine Michaels turn in at 1:30 in the morning?!" she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "I thought you were gonna watch Family Guy with me!" Kat chuckled. "I had a long night, okay?" Char huffed, defeated.

"Fine. It's down the hall and to your left, across from mine." "Thanks." She once again walked down the hall and into the spare room, flopping down on the twin. Kat turned onto her back and stared out of the window. The lights from the city twinkled in the distance like little stars in the night sky. She sighed.

"How am I gonna pull this off?" she murmered. Then, her thoughts drifted to the fight in the alley and the guy that saved her, Raph. Who is he? she thought.

Who the hell is he?

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Done with the second chapter! I'm SO proud of myself.

OK, so no romantic feelings just yet people. They're just wondering who the hell the other is (even if they already introduced themselves.).

I'll try and update as soon as I can, but I can't promise anything. Stupid summer stuffs.... But anyway, REVIEW PLEEZ!!!

-Kyro