Disclaimer: I do not own the Ninja Turtles. The story belongs to both AmyLeeFan and me. That's it. Quit bugging me, you stupid lawyers! (sigh)
Okay, sorry I haven't updated in a while. It's just with school and Christmas and my addiction to video games. Well, it happens. So, Merry/ Happy (insert religious holiday here) and a Happy 2006!
Deep down in the layer of the Turtles, Amy had been resting for the whole night since she had fallen unconscious. She was out like a light as Michelangelo put her to sleep in his bed while they had to keep her a secret from Master Splinter. After they got back, they all finally hit the hay, but Michelangelo watched over Amy all night, hovering over her as she slept. He knew he would be extremely tired in the morning and would never make it through morning training, but to him, it was worth it. He just hoped Leonardo and Raphael would at least trust Amy long enough to keep her a secret until noon tomorrow.
Once morning came, Amy felt weary as she finally awoke in Michelangelo's bed. Her vision was a bit blurry, but she saw the room was surrounded by comic books and video games. It was obviously not her room. Her entire surroundings had a very awful smell to it, and it wasn't just from the rotten pizza in some places in the room. Once she took one more look, she saw the orange-head banded turtle from yesterday was sleeping on the floor.
"Where the heck am I!"Amy thought in her mind. "And what is that turtle-person thing doing here?"
She was about to get up, but a strong pain in her head made her feel nauseous, which made her feel like she was going to throw up.
"Hey, are you okay?"
Amy turned her attention to the voice, only to find the orange-head banded turtle looking right at her. She could have screamed, but she felt too sick to even do that.
"My…my head hurts." Amy groaned. "I don't feel so good."
Michelangelo placed his hand on her forehead, then taking it off in seconds. "Sheesh, you're burning up!"
Suddenly, there came a loud tapping at the door. Immediately, Mikey hid Amy under the covers, making it look like she wasn't there.
"Come in!" Mikey said nervously.
He was relived to see that it was just Donatello. "Hey, Mikey, you're late for breakfa—
"Don, I'm glad you're here! Amy's caught a fever and we really need some medicine. You've gotta help! Please?"
Donatello was shocked to hear Michelangelo cared more about Amy than about breakfast. If it were pizza, it would mean the first sign of the apocalypse.
"Well…" Don thought aloud. "I don't exactly trust her, but I do more than Leo and Raph. Besides, if she's sick, health is suppose to come first. I'll go get the medicine."
"I can't breathe!" Amy muffled under the blankets.
Once Donatello was gone, Michelangelo released Amy from the clutches of his blankets to give her some air, but then, he soon spotted his other two brothers and his sensei at his doorway, staring at him sternly.
"So," Splinter said, "This is what you've been hiding from me, Michelangelo."
Michelangelo could have had a good explanation; instead, he stared at his brothers hard.
"You traitors!" yelled Mikey. "You said you'd help keep her a secret."
"Mikey, it had to be done." Raph growled.
"We don't know anything about her." Leo continued. "For all we know, she could even be a spy working for Bishop. She can't be trusted so easily."
Raph nodded in agreement. "You can't just protect some girl you don't know just because you have a crush on her!"
Mikey blushed. "I…I do not have a crush on her! And besides, we have to help her because she's got a fever and those punks from last night really hurt her. You guys are being a bunch of quickly-jumping-to-conclusioners!"
"Mikey, that's not even a word!" Raph yelled.
During the argument between them, Amy really needed to get back home, but she felt too sick to do it. Despite her fever, however, she jumped out of bed with the blankets wrapped around her and ran right through the Turtles and their sensei and to the nearest exit.
"Hey, come back!" Mikey shouted.
Mikey bolted right after her in attempts to bring her back and let her rest, but she was quite quick as he chased her out of the lair and through the sewers.
Meanwhile, Donatello watched with silence with his brothers and sensei once he got back with the medicine.
"Did I miss something here?" he asked.
Meanwhile, Amy had been able to find a way out of the sewers when she climbed the ladder of the nearest manhole and into the city. Checking for anyone watching, she slowly got out and climbed up the fire exit in a deserted alleyway. Once up top, she began racing from rooftop to rooftop, but once she got to the third one, she suddenly collapsed. Not far behind, Michelangelo caught to Amy and placed her in his arms, as her fever grew worse.
When Amy collapsed and fell unconscious, she began to dream of short flashbacks of her life. There was a family photo with her parents and her sisters, the days she saw each of her sisters being born, the funeral of her parents, a gun in her hand, pointed at her head, and her embracing her sisters with one of them holding a crayon drawing of all of their family. She had cried so hard on that day, and she was crying as she was held in Michelangelo's arms.
"Hey, don't be sad," she heard a voice say, "If you'll wake up and not slap or punch me, I can help you."
Slowly opening her eyes, her vision was soon set on the orange-head banded turtle, Michelangelo.
"Oh, it's you again." Amy said with her throat aching. "What do you want?"
"Duh, to help you." Mikey said. "You shouldn't run outside like that with a fever. You could catch penomonia."
"Don't you mean pneumonia?"
Mikey blushed. "Uh…yeah. So, you ready to go back?"
Amy groaned. "I am not going back to that smelly sewer place!"
"No, I mean to your house, if you'll just give me directions. I promised your band I'd bring you back home by noon."
Amy sighed. "Okay, whatever green guy."
"My name is Michelangelo, but you can call me Mikey."
"I'm Amy."
While Amy gave him the directions he needed, Michelangelo carried her and quickly ran through the city in the shadows to Amy's home. He couldn't quite tell if she was feeling better, but he would see soon enough. Eventually, he reached a pair of old apartment buildings.
"So, which one's yours?" Mikey asked.
"It should be the red one." Amy answered when well enough.
With ease, Michelangelo spotted it, but something was wrong. "Oh, you mean the one with the smoke coming… out…of …it?"
Amy looked at him quizzically. "Smoke?"
When she got up on her feet, she gasped as she saw black smoke and flames coming out of the apartment. There were firefighters and bystanders everywhere, but Amy didn't care because of one thing: that was her apartment.
"Oh no, my apartment!" she screamed. "Danielle! Molly! Sam!"
Dropping down onto her knees, she began sobbing like never before. Michelangelo wanted to comfort her, but he knew what he had to do. Quickly, he headed towards the red burning building and entered the flaming room through the window.
Covering his mouth, he carefully ran around the hot flames and searched for anyone inside. It was lucky for him the fire started not too long ago, otherwise anyone would've died of heat in there. Listening carefully, he began to hear screams of help coming from a closet. Carefully, he kicked it open due to the doorknob being too hot for his hand, and found three little girls huddling together in a group.
"Are your names Danielle, Molly, and Sam?" Mikey asked.
"We're not supposed to talk to strangers." The middle girl said.
"Especially a giant talking turtle!" The eldest girl screamed.
While the youngest, an infant, was crying, Michelangelo picked all of them up and ran out the safest way.
"It's okay!" he said. "I'm a friend of your big sister, Amy!"
While trying to hold to the little girls, he jumped out of the widest opened window and landed in a deserted alleyway. Once he made his landing, he saw Amy crying with her band, but once she saw Mikey with her sisters, she ran to them and embraced all four of them. Michelangelo couldn't help but blush.
"Oh, guys, I was so worried about you!" Amy sobbed. "I thought you were dead."
"We're okay, big sister." The middle girl said.
"We tried to get out, but someone locked the door from the outside." The eldest girl said.
"Hmm…" Akira thought. "Pretty suspicious."
"So, you guys thing that someone started the fire on purpose?" Caleb asked.
Suddenly, at the end of the alleyway, a man in black, came out and walked over to Amy. Luckily, Michelangelo managed to hide at that time.
"Amy Laine," the man in black said, "I just heard about what happened. It seems you were not at home at the time the fire started."
"But my band was at home. They're were babysitting them." Amy explained.
"Would a babysitter leave three young girls at home in a burning building?"
"It wasn't our fault!" Derek shouted. "We were a few meters away from them for a five seconds and then someone drugged us and when we woke up, we were outside and the building was on fire."
"Do NOT give me anymore excuses!" The man in black shouted. "Amy Laine, you have failed to take care of these girls, and therefore, I am sending them to a foster home."
Amy gasped. "Mr. Smith, please don't take my sisters away! They're all I have left!"
Despite the girls screaming and trying to get away, Mr. Smith took them by the arms and pulled them away to a white van.
"You're lucky I'm not sending you to jail for this, Miss Laine." Mr. Smith said coldly.
Amy felt even sicker. First, she catches a fever and winds up below the sewers with mutated creatures; then her apartment bursts into flames, and now this. She began to sob softly as she shivered because of her fever.
When Michelangelo watched Mr. Smith take the three girls away, he noticed something suspicious about him. As the girls cried, Mr. Smith grinned devilishly. Carefully making his move, Michelangelo made it up to the rooftops and jumped from one to the other as the white van took off with the girls. Once it made a stop into a completely deserted street, Michelangelo jumped down onto the truck's roof. He had to make sure no one heard him. He carefully unlocked the back door to see the smiling faces of the three young girls.
"C'mon, lets get you girls out of here." he whispered.
Once he was able to save them, he headed back onto the rooftops without being seen by Mr. Smith or anyone else. And just in time to see the look on Mr. Smith's face when he saw the girls missing.
Meanwhile, Amy was still upset from her sisters being taken away and Michelangelo suddenly taking off without even saying goodbye.
"Don't feel bad, Amy," said Akira, "Maybe he took off so he could rescue your sisters."
"Ding, ding, ding!" They heard from the turtle that emerged from the shadows from behind them. "Give the Japanese kid the ten thousand dollars!"
The girls ran happily to their sister and Amy did the same. However, she kept them from embracing her.
"Sorry, guys," she said, "But I just caught a fever, so no one's catching it."
"We really owe you big, green dude." Caleb said. "Sorry for calling you a freak."
"Believe it or not," Mikey said, "You guys aren't the first."
Amy giggled for a bit, but then she sighed. This could've ended happily, but now she had no place to stay, even if she did have her sister's back.
"You know, Amy," Mikey said, blushing. "You and your sisters can live with me and my bros until you can find a new place to stay."
Danielle and Molly cheered. "Can we sis," they said, "Can we? Please, please, please?"
Little Sam just giggled.
Amy sighed. "Okay, but I really hope your brothers can trust me."
Michelangelo headed for the nearest manhole and opened the lid. "Well, ladies first."
Danielle took Sam and carefully headed down the ladder to the sewer, despite the bad smell, followed by Molly. The band soon took off so they wouldn't attract attention, but wished Amy the best of luck. Before Amy went in to the sewer tunnels, she kissed Michelangelo, which turned his face completely red.
"Thanks, Mikey," she said.
Once she went down, Michelangelo did a little, happy, victory dance and then followed them down last, heading straight to his home.
Okay, so once again, I want to apologize for not updating in a while. I'm pretty sure all you guys had some work to do too. Well, Happy Holidays!