Okay guys here is the next Chapter to I'm No Superman! I realized I forgot something in the last chapter!

I DON"T OWN TMNT If I did I would not be writing this.

Donatello lie awake looking at the ceiling of his room. For days he hadn't been able to get Juliet out of his head. He had no idea what made him so pulled to her. It was almost as if they were two magnets with a polarity so strong it made them push away. He wondered immensely if she was thinking of him as much as he was thinking of her. He knew that his family would never approve. Yet, he wanted to know her, and see if she was the missing piece to the puzzle he called life.

He yawned as his eyelids felt heavy. He knew he should sleep and yet he couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes she was there. Her sparkling brown eyes looked back at him through the back of his eyelids. He had no idea exactly who she was, but he couldn't help but feel drawn to her. He breathed softly as he tried to shake her from his thoughts.

He would never have a chance to get close to her. Just like their Shakespearian counter parts, they were star crossed. She would never accept him and she would probably be in nothing but danger if she was with him. Donatello sighed deeply and closed his eyes only to see her face again.

"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." He spoke softly as he let the heaviness of his eyelids win. He soon was breathing softly in slumber as the girl he saved shadowed his thoughts.

Juliet sat silently in her desk her eyes scanning the last few pages of Pride and Prejudice. The class chattered loudly around her as the teacher sat at his desk grading tests. As Juliet closed the book before her she saw a paper placed on her desk slowly. She read the vivid red writing at the top. 'Good Job!' She smirked slightly as she put her paper safely inside a folder. She looked around the room a few pairs of eyes stared disdainfully back at her. She shuddered and turned back around staring at the wood of her desk.

She hated when class was free because this would give her classmates time to glare at her. Then again, she really couldn't concentrate for days. She was so confused about the night she was saved by purple dragons. That guy was always on her mind. She had even gone as far as to try and get herself into trouble again to see him. She was rewarded with bruised ribs and a couple days home. She was starting to think it was all a dream.

She wanted so badly for it to be real but there was no evidence and she had no way of knowing where he secret savior was. She sighed and shook her head of the thoughts. She berated herself reminding her thoughts that she promised not to think of him again. She tried to tell herself that she should just be grateful and leave it at that. Yet, she couldn't keep her mind from wandering to him.

She tried for days after the purple dragon incident to purge her thoughts of her hero. She sighed again and laid her head on the desk and as her mind was finally quieting one word echoed in her mind. 'Romeo…' She cocked an eyebrow and began to delve into the thought of the word. As her thoughts began to make her head throb in pain she shook her head and looked at the clock.

"Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou Romeo?" As the bell rang she gathered her books and headed into the crowded hall.

She reached her locker grabbing all her things and locking it ready to head home. She was brought out of her thoughts as she felt a force push her into the cold metal behind her. Her head suffered a minor ache as she looked to see the three girls she despised the most walking by and giggling at her expense.

"Oops, I'm sorry did I do that?" Juliet just looked to the floor her eyes narrowed. She concentrated on the green and beige floor tiles as she walked out, blocking out the jeers and laughs of the people who mocked her. She breathed out of relief as she felt the warm breeze hit her soft skin.

She opened the door of the dance studio near her house and smiled to Marcy, the owner. She changed into her dancing clothes and smiled to Marcy who put on soft music for her.

"So how's life Jules?" Juliet shrugged her shoulders as she stretched all her needed muscles. She looked at Marcy with bored eyes.

"Nothing new, well except for the guy who helped me outside the studio Friday last week."

Marcy looked at her and nodded.

"Still trying to find him? Hey maybe you'll get your butt kicked by the PD's again and he'll save you." Juliet rolled her eyes at the older women and began to dance slowly. She saw the sun retreating into the horizon which made it dark.

"Fat chance, I'm never getting into it with them anymore. I learned my lesson last time."

Donatello had worried his brother's to the brink and so they had dragged him outside at night to patrol. He was leading and he was too deep in thought to answer his brothers' unheard questions.

"Donnie where are we going?" If he had heard the question from Leonardo he wouldn't really have an answer. It was that feeling again, he didn't know where he was going but it was like he had to be there. He looked around as he started to see familiar buildings. He had been here before but didn't know when.

He stopped immediately as realization hit. He was on that same roof from the night he saved Juliet. His brothers were confused but he was too engrossed in the now uncovered window. There she was again; dancing so gracefully even Juliet Capulet was no match. He could see her talking to the women whose name escaped him. He wondered what she was saying in that velvet voice of hers. The urge over cam him and he jumped again finding his way to the top of the little dance studio.

He saw a small hatch and slid into it forgetting that his brothers were following his every move. Then he saw her closer then he ever did and he melted as she spoke.

"I don't know Marcie; I just can't get him out of my head. I'm starting to wonder if he was a dream. I mean I was stupid enough to actually go up to the Purple Dragons and start a fight just to get him to save me again. I don't want to admit yet I know I have to, I'm obsessed. I have to see him again and verify that he's real.

"It's not even about species anymore; I need to find the guy that saved me." He swore his cheeks went red as he heard her conversation. She was thinking about him like he was about her. He wanted to spring out of his hiding spot and show her, but he knew he couldn't. He was broken out of his thoughts as he heard Marcy laugh. He saw Juliet had stopped dancing and was looking seriously at Marcy.

"Kid, you have so much more to worry about and you're out trying to find this mysterious guy you know nothing about?

"How do you know he isn't dangerous?" Juliet shook her head, making her silky brown hair move along with it.

"He would've hurt me if he was dangerous. I have to find him somehow I don't know why but it's like there's something that I need to find with him." Marcy sighed and shook her head.

"Don't go all Romeo and Juliet on my Jules." Juliet sighed and shrugged.

"I won't, but seriously 'I do remember well where I should be, and there I am. Where is my Romeo?'" Marcy rolled her eyes and hugged Juliet from where Donatello could see. His heart was beating rapidly within his chest as she recited the line from the play. He was shaken out of his thoughts but Raphael pulling him out of his hiding spot making much noise. Donatello saw the two girls look up to where he once was before he was pulled to the roof. He glared at Raphael intensely as he heard the two women come from the dance studio.

"Nice going Raph, you blew the silence away."

Raphael glared equally intense at Donatello with Leonardo and Michelangelo right behind him.

"No lover boy, you blew it! What's with you lately it's like this girl is getting in the way of everything!" Donatello shook his head furiously at his brothers and stood up.

"Leave Juliet out of this Raphael! She's not getting in the way of anything, and since when do you understand how I feel? Since when have any of you understood?" Leonardo covered Donatello's mouth and whispered hostilely into his ear.

"Let's finish this back at the lair; need I remind you that those two women are right below us?"

Donatello jumped away disappointedly after his brothers. He glanced back to see her one last time before he would get brutally murdered by Splinter. He knew that it was his fault he and his brothers almost got caught. Yet, he also knew he couldn't help himself when it came to her. No matter how hard he tried to say she wasn't that special and forget, he only made his addiction worse. It was like he was hypnotized or being controlled, but he wasn't. He knew that if he wasn't going to lose himself he'd have to somehow purge himself of her.

As Donatello and his brothers reached the lair his two older brothers looked at him sternly. Mikey, the one who preferred to run away from brotherly confrontation went to his room to read. Donatello looked angrily down at the stone ground of their home as he heard Leonardo breathe ready to being his lecture.

"Donatello, this girl is distracting you from your training. Today you put our secret in danger and almost exposed us all. Did you even think of our family when you did that? I would never expect this from you Donnie which is why I'm going to be harsher with you about this."

Donatello looked sadly up at his eldest brother; he knew that Leo was right.

"I'm sorry, I just…I can't…I'm confused Leo. Juliet, ever since the day I saved her, has been in my mind. I can't stop thinking about her. I've tried and tried but I can't stop! I didn't mean to almost expose us, but I saw her and I just couldn't control the urge. I'm so sorry Leonardo."

Donatello saw Leonardo's stern eyes soften and turn from anger to confusion all at once. He knew that his brothers would tell Master Splinter. They were right to, he was becoming unfocused, and endangering their family. He also knew that this would mean that tonight was the last time he would ever go anywhere near Juliet. His heart was breaking as he saw his proverbial missing piece slip away.

Juliet jumped as she heard the commotion from the vents. She ran outside along with Marcy to see if something was wrong and they both saw nothing. Marcy had told her to leave it that it was probably just the wind. Juliet stayed outside analyzing the roof until she heard a voice yell

"Leave Juliet out of this Raphael! She's not getting in the way of anything, and since when do you understand how I feel? Since when have any of you understood?" She became a bit frightened as she heard her name.

She stepped back a bit, and as soon as she did a flashback caught her thoughts as she saw the same retreating figure from the night the Purple Dragons had attacked her. Her instinct's told her to be afraid and go home, but her mind told her to follow. She did exactly that sprinting at full speed after the retreating back of her hero. She was trying hard to keep up with him although her body begged her to stop and rest. She saw him jump down and she saw an alley and heard the closing of the manhole cover. She ran into the alley not even stopping to catch her breath. She waited until there was an interval of minutes and then pushed the cover with her skinny arms.

She debated whether this was a good idea but then the thoughts of those sleepless nights thinking of him crossed her mind and she took a deep breathe. She climbed into the dark abyss of the sewers and followed the faint echoed foot falls. As she reached a wall she sighed she felt around for some kind of opening. She pulled on what felt like small pipes until finally something happened. The wall became none existent and she fell with a squeal into the light of what looked like someone's home. She got up dusting herself off and grumbling a few choice words. She then heard a shuffle and slowly her eyes moved up to see something she never thought possible.

She went wide-eyed as she saw three giant turtles. She began to shake until she saw a familiar back. She felt her heart beating heavily within her chest. She swore that they could hear it too. As many thoughts ran through her mind she felt the throbbing sensation again. She stopped and could see one of the turtle's who adorned a blue mask look angrily at the turtle whom she assumed was her hero. Then the angry turtle's eyes fell on her again and she felt the shaking come back again.

She tried to open her mouth to speak but shock was over coming her. She saw her hero turn to look at her with wide eyes and she did the first thing her instinct's told her to do. 'Go to the one who you know will protect you.' She ran behind the turtle with the purple mask that she recognized as her savior. She closed her eyes hiding her face in the back of his shell. The young turtle looked surprised and turned around to hesitantly and awkwardly wrap his arms around her tiny form. She ceased shaking as she heard his calm serene voice.

"You're okay. We're not going to hurt you." She looked at him and heard her own shaking voice come out.

"I'm not afraid of you, I'm afraid of them." Donatello looked back at his brothers and then tensed as he heard the all too familiar skitter of his father's cane against the stone floor. She felt his arms tense around her and she looked up to see a giant rat she tensed too and hid her face in his plastron. She felt his warm breathe against her ear as he whispered to her.

"No one's going to hurt you okay?"

She sighed confusedly and she looked up at him again. "You shouldn't have come here. How did you find this place?" She spoke softly as her body started to relax knowing deep down that he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

"I followed you. I don't know why I did I just needed to know who you were. I couldn't…" He sighed and shook his head.

"How did you know I'm not dangerous? How do you know I won't hurt you?" She shook her head to him.

"I know you won't hurt me. I just know it." She looked up at his dark brown eyes. And she could feel that he was still tense as he let her go and turned to the now three other turtles and the rat. She couldn't help but have a feeling that she had gotten her savior into some kind of trouble. She looked up at him and saw a weak determined look on his face. She had a foreboding feeling in her stomach. She knew something was about to happen, and it wasn't good.