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Thank you so much for following and reviewing this story! It makes me so happy! :D

Anyway this story takes place soon after the episode in 2k12 series episode "Slash and Destroy" where Slash (Spike) falls down from the building.

Just a heads up this will be a slow update story until I finish my other TMNT story and it will also be a short story too...hopefully. I'm hoping it will be no longer than 10 chapters but will see how that turns out.

I don't proofread my chapters! Lol I just dish them out as I write them cause I'm too lazy to do it!

Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT. But I do own my OCs!

Enjoy!

Getting him into her home had been tricky. Every moment sent her into a panic, fearing she was going to get caught. She was lucky. Very lucky. No one had seen her drag the large mutated turtle into her place. And doing that was a miracle in itself. He weight a ton!

At first she wanted to take him to her room but she was already tired and instead settled for her living room instead it was much closer and she doubt he would fit on her full sided bed. But her couch pulled out into a queen and she was sure that was big enough for him. She grunted as she pushed him again his spiked shell leaving deep scratches on her hard wood floor. She didn't worry too much about it. The flooring was old anyway and it didn't make much of a difference.

Once she was close to her couch she paused to take a small break and pull out the the bed from the couch. One it was set up she put all her strength in flipping him on it. That didn't work very well and she gave up. And took the mattress from the couch laying it on the ground and pushed the couch away to a far corner and rolled him onto it the mattress.

His body laid motionless and it looked like he wasn't going to wake up anytime soon either. She went into her small kitchen and grabbed a clean dish towel and bowl filling it with warm water and then grabbed her first-aid kit. She headed back to her living room and set to work. Her fingers lightly tracing his shell and going over his spikes. Looking closer she found his shell was cracked and bleeding. Carefully she wet the rag and rung it of the excess water and began to wipe it away the blood. She wince and looked towards his face, fearful, hoping she had not pressed the rag too hard when cleaning him and caused him more harm. When he didn't move she continued on grabbing the bottle of alcohol and poured a bit into the crack to kill any bacteria that might have began to accumulate.

What she didn't expect was to hear a deep growl. She froze and immediately stopped, leaning back slightly to look see if he had woken up. She stared at his face and his eyes snapped open, zeroing in on her as his turned to her and he let out a roar in her face.

She shook her head and scrambled up to get her notebook to let him know she meant no harm. Wait, did he even know how to read?

She didn't get ever far as the back of his hand slammed into her sending her across the living room and into her book shelf sending books to tumble to the ground. She groan in pain. Her eyes widening in fear as he stocked towards her again. She quickly looked around trying to find something that would help her communicate.

"Where am I!" He snarled.

My home! I'm trying to help you! She quickly mouth to him hoping he manage to read her lips. He growled again and she clenched her eyes shut as his hand came towards her again. She was sure it was going to hurt. The first time he prove that his muscles weren't just for show. She never felt the hit though instead she was yanked up by her shirt and pulled close inches from his face.

"Answer me" he hissed at her.

I can't she mouth to him again in panic, barely managing to grip his wrist with both her hands. His eyes narrowed on her, almost calculating.

"Your mute" he finally grumbled and she nodded. He let her go, dropping her to the floor. He looked around the small space and looked back to her.

"Did you bring me here?" She gave a small nodded "Why?" He questioned with a glare. She looked around wincing in pain before her eyes landed on her notebook. She pointed towards it and he followed her gesture.

"Don't move" he warned as he walked over to grab it for her, taking a bit long as he searched for a pen for her. When he found one he made his way towards her again and handed it to her. She swallowed hard and with a shaking hand slowly took it from him.

I was trying to help you sshe scribbled furiously the words barely legible. His head tilted to the side curiously as he continued to stare at her.

"Why" he asked again.

You were injured…I just thought…I don't know s he admitted genuinely confused when she tried to explain.

He raised a brow at her and snorted. He looked around the place it was small but it had everything it needed for her to live. He would have to stay low for a while. He glance to the make shift bed she had made him next to it was a first-aid kit. He guessed she was cleaning his wounds. He laid down again plastron down with a heavy grunt and looked back at her making her flinch.

"Don't try anything funny or else" he growled.

Her eyes widen slightly and she gave a nodded. Taking it as an ok from him that it was ok for her to continue cleaning his wounds. She bit her lip as she struggled to stand up and limped towards him to finish.

He followed her movements carefully and looked away to avoid her stare "You're bleeding" he stated "Go fix yourself first, then get back to me" he muttered.

She listened to his advice and went to her bathroom to patch herself up. Once in the safety of her bathroom, she let out a long slow breathe she hadn't known she was holding. Wincing as the adrenaline in her body began to wear off and the pain began to set in even more.

What have I gotten myself in she thought clenching her teeth as she limped her way over to her sink to grab the second first-aid kit she kept in there.

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