AN: probably going to be a short chapter. Thanks to all who reviewed, faved and followed.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Turtles


April POV


"Hey, miss." The red head slowly opened her eyes, the bright light piercing through her senses, making her jolt. The flight attendant was smiling down at her, irritation clearly written in her eyes. "The plane has landed, all passengers must get off. Thanks for flying with us."

"Oh, sorry." April swiftly got up, gathering her stuff, hastily making her way off the plane. The fresh air welcomed her, and the air was back to normal again.

Making her way to the baggage area, she patiently waited for her bags to come out. Meanwhile, she thought about what she had planned today.

She had thought it over on the sleepless night. She was going to see her dad first, hang with him a bit, and situate herself back into her room. Next on her list was to go and buy some pizza-a whole bunch of it- then head to the turtles lair.

Once there, she was going to hopefully tell them the news. They should be psyched.

"Lady, you're next!" A man shouted behind her.

Rude people these days. It was nice to know that people never changed. She found her bags, and grabbed them as fast as she could. She was out of there. The suspense was the main cause of her fast pace, the other part was the need to get away from all these cranky people.

She didn't tell her dad that she was coming back, so he wasn't there to greet her. This was supposed to be a surprise for him. He'd been sad when she made up her mind to leave him. That had been the hardest part of leaving this city.


Flashback


The usual silence graced the evening at the O'Neil's dining room table. Today, though, it was a lot more uncomfortable. April picked at her food. Sticking her fork in her plate of spaghetti, she twisted the noodles around. That's how she felt inside; like a twisted clump of spaghetti, all tangled up.

She didn't want to ruin this familiar silence with news that would make these nights disappear for the time being. At the same time, she wanted to unwind, untangle herself from this burden and tell him. She wanted it over with.

She gazed at her father who was at peace, the unknown not crossing his mind. As far as she knew, he still thanked the lord, and the Turtles for his human form again, and to be able to be with his daughter.

The more time she spent keeping it inside, the more likely her father would cry. The redhead decided then that this had to be it; she had to tell him.

"Dad," she hesitated when he focused his bewildered blue eyes on hers, she pushed herself on, "I have decided that I want to go to England." Tears formed in her eyes as her dads jaw went slack.

"April, why?" She could see right through his tough face. He was clearly shocked.

"They- they have some technology that I hear is way over it's time. I wanted to check it out." Her voice cracked. Once that was said, once she started, she couldn't stop. She became oblivious to things around her as she continued on. "I really want to, dad. I want to see if any of this could be of use to Donnie, and if I could create something for them.

"My principal told me about it. She saw that I was very good in science, way above the other kids, and she thought this would be good for me. I waited so long to tell you because," a tear slipped down her freckled face, "because I didn't want to hurt you. We just got back not that long ago, and-"

"Hey," her fathers deep voice said, closer to her, "go. The turtles have helped me, and you. They saved you, and saved me. Now it's your turn to help them. When are you leaving?" He now had his hand on her slim shoulder.

"That's the thing. I'm leaving tomorrow night." She threw her face into her hands, letting the tears overflow.

The hand on her shoulder flexed a little, but then relaxed. "Hey, don't worry about that. Lets spend time together now." He thought about it. "Lets have an, all nighter, is the words I'm looking for?"

She had to giggle at that. Looking up, she could see that he didn't want her to go, and he actually wanted what he just said. "Yes, daddy, that's it. It wont bother you?"

He enveloped her in a hug. "No."


End of flashback


By the time she made it to her house, she was on edge with excitement. She really couldn't wait to see her father, to see his excitement. He'd be so surprised. They would celebrate. She hopped out of her car and ran to the door of the apartment.

She would knock, she decided. That would thrill him even more. She did just that, and waited. After a couple of minutes, she knit her brow. She knocked again, this time louder. That was when the door opened, creaking along the way.

Something was wrong. She sprinted back to the car, and dug out her war fan. Keeping it at her side, she went back in, and up to the apartment. She opened up the door wide and quickly, so the door didn't creak.

Silently, April made her was deeper into the apartment. Taking in the scene, her heart jumped. Glass showered the floors, a vase that was once valuable. Going more quickly, signed of intruders were everywhere. She mad her way to the kitchen, the last room to check.

Her heart beat fast, sweat dribbling down her pale face. She had a bad feeling about this. She came to a complete stop as the full view of the kitchen appeared. This room made it clear that the struggle was mainly in here.

Glass and movies and other things littered the floor, curtains drawn. A trail of red liquid caught her eyes. She inched her way to it, turning.

Her hand made a noise as it hit her mouth. She instantly started to sob. Falling to her knees, she touched the object of interest. "Father." She whispered.

The very dead form of her father lie on the floor, slashes making their way from his face, all the way to his abdomen. A blade was lodged in his eyeball, a paper stuck to it.

Taking it off, she unrolled it.

Dearest April
Guess who? This is my warning to you, child, that nobody who escapes me gets to live. Without consequences, that is.
I will be watching you, wherever you go. Go on, tell the turtles. They are next if you don't watch your back.
Your time is limited.
Enjoy it while you still can.
Sincerely, Shredder.

Her tears ceased falling. "Crap." A deep hatred burned within her. Shredder was back. She grabbed her T-phone, which she always had with her, and hit the call button.


AN: like I said; short. I will have another chapter out about tomorrow. You all thought this was just going to be fluffy? Well, I did too, until this plot bunny bit me, therefore making me do its bidding.

If you guys have any ideas, then review, of PM me them. Until next time, BOOYAKASHA!