Travis and Damion were now keeping extra quiet, as they heard something near them, and they figured that it could be a passerby. 'Crap. We might as well be sitting ducks over here. If someone sees us and freaks out, we're done for!' Travis thought to himself. Damion put a hand on Travis's green shoulder.

"Calm down, Travis," Damion whispered. "I'll get us out of here." The larger frog took Travis under his arm, and stealthily leaped to the roof of the building behind them in a single bound. Only a small thump was heard, though four others heard it with their heightened senses.

…

Leo and Donny picked up on it first. "Guys, shh... Did you hear that?" Leo asked in a whisper, while everyone went silent.

"Yeah. Someone's on the roof... see?" Donny whispered, pointing out a fairly large shadow carrying a smaller form under its arm.

"I wonder who it is?" Mikey asked in a normal voice, which startled the shadowy pair, who began to flee.

"Nice going, Mikey!" Raph remarked.

"After them, guys!" Leo exclaimed. The four brothers then took chase after the possible foes. Meanwhile, the duo was panicking.

…

"Crap! Someone's after us... and there are four of them!" Travis hoarsely whispered. Damion grimaced, stopping suddenly. Travis wiggled a bit, clearly flustered. "Why are we stopping?!" He whispered in shock.

"Looks like we may need to fight them. Still have some fight left in you?" Damion explained. His follow up question made Travis shudder.

"I-I think so. But how will you fight?" Travis asked worriedly, getting into a fighting stance while keeping an eye on Damion.

"I learned a lot from watching you," Damion stated simply, entering an identical fighting stance. He licked his lips. "Now be careful. You don't have as much experience as a frog as I do." Travis nodded. Then, the two finally saw their would-be foes. And Travis gasped.

"Turtles?" he asked.

"Frogs?" Raph scoffed. "What a rip off!"

"Actually, frogs are of a completely different taxonomic group than us. We may be amphibious, but they are actual amphibians," Donny explained.

"Aw don't go on a rant, Donny!" Raph scowled. "Let's just punch these guys and go home!"

"So do we have to fight or something?" Travis asked. "Or could someone just explain to me what's going on with Damion and I?"

The turtles paused. "So you kept your own conscious thoughts?" Donny asked.

"He kept his. I gained some for myself," Damion explained, then adding: "He was once the average human, and I was once the average frog."

"Really?" Mikey asked. "Cool! So you, like shared the mutagen, or something?" He made movements with his green hands, indicating a multitude of swaps.

"That's what that stuff was? Weird..." Travis said.

"Mikey!" the others exclaimed hurriedly.

"Oops. Eheh... I wasn't supposed to say anything, was I?" Mikey asked sheepishly.

Leo shook his head. "So, who are you exactly?"

"I already introduced Damion, but I'm Travis Johnson," Travis introduced himself, and Damion coughed. "Fine... Raymond Travis Johnson... but I still like to be called by my middle name..."

"I also like to be considered a 'Johnson'... despite my status as the 'pet' of the family," Damion added in. "Even though Travis still considered me as an equal."

"So where'd you get those scars from then?" Raphael interjected, gazing upon Damion's many wounds. "They look like battle scars to me!"

"It was abuse from my previous owner. Being Jack's pet was a bad experience. Travis took me from Jack by force, and saved me from more agony," Damion clarified. "He has fought back against Jack many times, and always won... They have become rivals, now."

"Y-yeah... but how am I going to show myself around mom and my cousins?" Travis asked. "Or my girlfriend?"

"We're gonna have to tell them all sometime. You can't just hide this forever," Damion replied. "But your girlfriend is a nature lover like you. She'll understand."

"What, exactly, is natural about this?" Travis asked.

"..." Damion couldn't answer this, and he could only rub the back of his head.

"We might have to bring these guys down to the lair," Leonardo suggested.

"And how would Master Splinter react?" Raph asked.

"We might get a bit more leeway since they are clearly mutants," Leo replied.

"I can't wait to see what Master Splinter would say about this!" Raphael snickered, grinning.

…

"Explain why there are two outsiders in our home!" Splinter demanded.

"Well, they were clearly affected by mutagen just a few minutes ago..." Leonardo said. "And it was one we had failed to retrieve, so it's our responsibility..."

"Hm..." Splinter was mulling over the situation, looking over the two frog-like beings carefully.

"Look, if you don't prefer us staying here or anything, we could leave. I really don't want to intrude..." Travis suggested, waving his hands in front of him in a surrendered gesture.

"True... we could just find our own way out of this ordeal," Damion agreed.

"So, both of you can fight, then?" Splinter suddenly asked.

"I guess... I usually fight a couple delinquents in my neighborhood often, but they're not really considered 'challenging'. But never like a frog... man... hybrid. Just one 16 year old against three others..." Travis confided, blushing a little bit. "I'm not all that special..."

"Actually, he's pretty good. He's just very modest." Damion interjected. "He knows a good amount of karate, and a bit of judo from his girlfriend, and has two, 8 inch kunai he uses only when practicing alone. He also has a few antique shuriken, and a wooden kendo sword for practicing..."

"But I haven't used the kendo sword that much... and I would never use the shuriken. And they were given to me by my father, who left suddenly 11 years ago. He hasn't returned..." Travis interjected back. "I have some issues about that. It isn't a topic I like to talk about."

"I'm... sorry, Travis... I forgot about that," Damion apologized.

Travis sighed. "It's fine." He sat down.

Splinter mused some more. "And you say you are capable of fighting as well?" He looked to Damion.

"I suppose I would, even if my skills would be a mere copy of Travis's..." Damion admitted. "I actually haven't physically trained or sparred. As I was the frog in the situation."

"Hm. Fine. You may stay. But you must only let your family and anyone you may trust know of your transformation... And not let them know of us." Master Splinter ordered.

"We shall not tell anyone. You have our word," Travis bowed respectfully. "And to let you know, I'm not a ninja... And I'm not a good liar. But I can keep a secret."

"I can support these statements, sir," Damion added. "He's clean."

"Very well," Splinter said. "You will start tomorrow. 8:00 P.M. Do not be tardy."

"Hai, sensei..." Travis replied, bowing. He then nudged Damion.

"Oh, uh... hai sensei," Damion corrected, trying to copy Travis's bow.

"Escort them home quietly, my sons," Splinter ordered.

"Hai sensei," Leo replied. "C'mon guys."

…

So the four turtles and two frogs leaped from building to building, eventually making it to Travis's home. "So we'll see you guys at eight," Travis said, waving goodbye.

"Alright, but be careful who you talk to right now..." Leo said. Raph rolled his eyes. Donny nodded.

"Maybe you should bring your kunai, for if Master Splinter lets you choose a weapon," Donny suggested.

"Sure thing. See ya!" Damion said, waving goodbye. Mikey waved goodbye back. And then the turtles left.

"Well, here goes nothing..." Travis inhaled, then exhaled. Both then slipped quietly into Travis's room and shut the window quietly. The dark room was very pristine, and Travis felt at home again, but it only was for a brief instant.

"I might have to borrow a pair of pants..." Damion whispered. "I'm feeling a little self-conscious."

"Sure. Just make it quick and quiet," Travis whispered back. "I don't want anyone waking up, yet. It would be a disaster."

"Right." There was some shuffling noises, and then Damion whispered, "Done."

Travis had locked the door quietly, and locked the window, too. The blinds were down, now, and the two had the room to themselves. "Let's go to sleep, now."

"Sure. But I still have to sleep on the same bed as you. Good thing it is a twin bed..." Damion whispered. Travis nodded in the dark, and changed into his pajamas. The duo sneaked under the covers, and both whispered goodnight to each other, and then drifted off to sleep.

How is it so far? And no, this isn't a gay OC fanfiction. Travis and Damion are straight. Just putting it out there. But I don't hate gays, either. Read on, viewers!