Silverwolf: No, just, no. Never ever will I use that series in any fic EVER, they screwed up the entire originstory to the point where it made no fucking sense! They probably pulled it out of their asses!

As I said, SECOND SERIES, not first, not third, SECOND 2003 SERIES!

Thank you, now enjoy.

Ch 2

Optimus, Arcee, the remaining kids along with their guardians and Ratchet were all in the monitor room, trying to come up with another plan to find their missing member. They were all relieved they had given the children the comm watches the previous day, without it they wouldn't have almost found Jack so many times, nor would they know wether or not he was alive. There was also a small microchip under all the kids' skin to report of any foreign substances in their bodies. They knew Jack was being drugged, most likely so that he wouldn't be able to escape. Which also meant he wasn't able to use the comm watch to contact them, nor could they contact him in fear of alerting MECH of the watch's true purpose, besides telling time.

Suddenly something started beeping in an ominous way and everyone snapped to look at Ratchet, who was at one of the monitors.

"Ratchet, what is it?" Optimus asked his old friend.

"Jack's pulse just skyrocketed and I have no idea why." Ratchet said.

Soon the beeping stopped and the screen showing Jack's pulse showed it slowing down, indicating unconsciousness. The others sighed, thinking he'd been drugged again, only for ratchet to prove them otherwise.

"The microchip is not sensing any foreign supstances in the boy, this is natural sleep." Ratchet siad, turning to look at them.

"What are you saying?" Arcee asked, getting up and walking towards the Autobot medic.

"I'm saying that Jack might have gotten away, this is the first time he's gone unconscious without there being anything in his system. This might be why his pulse skyrocketed, he could have been running away."

Ratchet's speculating gave all of them hope, there was a chance they could get Jack back.

Splinter was meditating when he heard his sons return, he waited for the telltale chatter to begin, only for there to be whispers. This worried him and caused him to open his eyes and exit his room. Opening the paper slide door, he came face to face with his sons, who were laying something, or someone, on the couch. This reminded him of the time the boys had dragged the unconscious April O'Neill to their home. He only hoped this time whoever it was wouldn't take it the way she did.

"My sons, what happened?" he asked as he walked over.

Unsurprisingly, it was Mikay who answered "We were just walking along one of the tunnels when out of the blue, this kid comes running and is being followed by some really sinister looking dudes."

The others sighed at Mikey's description, before he could continue, Don picked up where he left "From what we gathered, those men were trying to extract information from him, and were going to take him back to where ever he'd obviously escaped from, so we rescued him."

As his sons spoke, Splinter rounded the couch and came accross the human his sons had saved. He could now see what they meant by "rescue", the boy, for he was only a child in Splinter's eyes, was in horrible shape. He had cuts and bruises all over his body, not to mention what looked like signs of torture and the missing shoes. If the boy had been running in the sewers barefeet then he must've been desperate, because Splinter could see the cuts there and knew that every step must've hurt.

"Donatello, dress his wounds, once he wakes we can find out more about his situation." he said and sat in the chair facing the couch "You did well, my sons." he then said, after sitting down.

Even fter so many years, his sons basked in any praise he gave them, it made him feel loved, just as he made them feel loved. Though April and Casey would always be family, nothing could replace the bond a parent shared with their children. No matter how old they got. Don got the first-aid kit and started working on the teen's wounds, which meant he had to bandage his torso because of wounds there, a few had to be stitched and he was glad the kid wasn't coscious for that, his arms had to be bandaged and there were a couple cuts on his left cheek and his skin was scraped from the tackle, Don taped gauze over those, he then cleaned and bandaged the teen's feet because they were filthy due to the sewer being most unhygienic. They all winced when Don took off the kid's shirt, he looked like he'd been starved. His ribs were showing. Once Don was done with taking care of his wounds they sat and waited for him to wake up.

Jack was running. He had no idea why he was running. All he could see was black. Suddenly he had a knife in his hand and there was blood. There was a body at his feet and blood was dripping down his arm and face.

Killer.

He was backing away from the body, only to stumble over another.

Murderer.

This one was also lying in a pool of blood.

You did this.

Jack was paralyzed with fear. Looking at his hand, he tried to throw the knife away, only to hit someone else.

Feel the life leave them.

The knife would not leave his hand and jack couldn't see who he hit until suddenly he stopped. Slowly he turned around to look at the trail of bodies he left behind.

Rafael, Miko, his mother.

Jack screamed.

And promptly woke up, scream catching in his throat as he looked around franctically. He could see that he was in a pretty open space made of light brown bricks, there were pipes along the walls and a huge stack of Tvs to his right. The surroundings were unfamiliar, but they made him relax due to the fact that he could not imagine MECH setting up base in such a place.

"You are awake."

Jack looked in the direction of the voice and saw a humanoid rat in a brown haori sitting in an old armchair, instead of freaking out Jack only blinked at the strange being before turning his head to stare at the ceiling.

"Where am I?" Jack asked, voice hoarse from being dehydrated.

He could hear the rat getting up from the chair and the sound of a cane tapping the floor "You are in our home, my sons brought you here after they rescued you from five men." the man-rat said, coming closer.

When the rat mentioned that, Jack remembered the MECH people being taken down and something green "I remember..." he said, turning to look at the, now much closer, rat "Thank you."

The rat seemed surprised by this, not that Jack could blame him with how he looked, he mustn't get along with many humans "I am called Splinter, young one, what is your name?" the rat aksed kindly.

Jack thought for a second and couldn't see how it would hurt him "Jack Darby."

The rat nodded before calling "My sons, our guest is awake."

Jack heard at least four sets of footsteps coming towards the couch and mentally prepared for whatever he would see. Four humanoid turtles wasn't exactly on his list of "things I consider normal" though they probably would be there soon, right after "giant alien robots."

Jack looked at eache of them and noticed they were all a different tone of green and they were wearing differently coloured masks from eachother. He briefly wondered if they picked the colours themselves or if Splinter picked them to tell the difference between them.

Splinter started speaking again "These are my sons, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo and Raphael." he pointed to each as he named them.

Jack then realized something "You carried me." he said, looking at the turtle with the blue mask "Thanks for saving me. Not many would."

"Like, you're welcome dude." the one with the orange mask said, grinning widely.

Jack managed a weak smile in return, it would take a while for him to gain his energy back, but first he needed water.

As if someone had read his mind a mug filled with water was held in front of him and he was helped into a sitting position "Here, you must be thirsty." he heard a gentle voice say and turned to see the purple masked turtle as he took the mug and drank.

"Most people would've freaked out by now." the blue masked turtle said, Leonardo, if Jack remembered correctly.

"I don't have the energy to really feel anything at the moment." Jack answered, sounding tired, though his mind was running in cirkles.

How would he be able to contact the Autobots? He needed to charge his watch but he didn't see a socket anywhere. He couldn't call his mom or anyone in fear of MECH intercepting the call and he wasn't sure if these people used phones for anything. Lastly, he started silently asking questions like: what are they? How did they come into being? Were they alien? And other similar questions. His head was starting to hurt and he leaned against the backrest of the couch, closing his eyes. He never thought three weeks of Hell could make him this low on energy even after normal sleep. Maybe he should sleep more. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. Just as he closed his eyes a flash of his nightmare came back and he opened his eyes with a snap. Nope, no sleep for him.

"Maybe you should rest." Donatello, probably, said when he said Jack almost nodding off.

"No, I'm fine." Jack said quickly "Hey, if it's not too rude to ask, how did you... I don't know, come into being?" he asked.

"The story of our origin is an extrordinary one." Splinter said, once again taking a seat as his sons also sat down "Before we were like this, we were what you would call normal. I was just a rat, and my sons were only infant turtles. One day when I was scavenging for food, I witnessed an accident. A boy dropped a glass jar holding four pet infant turtles into the sewers and a truck delivering a container of glowing ooze crashed nearby when a blind man was crossing the street. When I followed them I found them covered in the mysterious ooze. I took pity and gathered them in an empty coffe can. I then took them to my burrow. The next day, much to my shock, both they and I had grown. I became more intelligent, they started speaking and I raised them as my own. I hid them from the world, for I knew that the people above ground would not understand. I thought them ninjutsu and gave them their names."

Jack listened silently, before grinning slightly "My story is nowhere near that complicated. MECH, the guys I escaped from, are an organisation hell bent on having the latest, most advanced technology and will probably use it to rule the world. We never really were sure about their goals, but after they tried to steal the DNGS we knew that thay were trouble. Silas, the man with the scar, is the leader and he's been trying to find out where my friends are holding house so that he can snatch them and get every bit of information out of them, they're in posession of some pretty hi-tech stuff so it's no wonder. Silas and his men grabbed me when we had a confrontation with some really bad people, but the others managed to escape. They've been trying to find me and they've come close a lot of times since Silas had to move me a lot. Speaking of, where am I? I was a little busy fleeing to find out." Jack asked, realizing he had no idea where he was.

"You're in New York City." Leonardo said.

There was a brief silence.

"WHAT?!"