"Hun!" Charley exclaimed excitedly, and ran towards the hulking figure she had always known. She jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug, and Hun's massive arms wrapped instinctively around her as well. "I've missed you so much." She murmured into his shoulder. She loosened her arms and Hun set her on the floor, his face still in a state of shock.

"You're M's niece?" He asked, confusion and shock all over his features.

"Yeah, but I didn't really know the guy. Nice Dragon impersonation though, I actually thought you were going to try to hurt me!" Charley laughed, grinning up at him.

"Impersonation..." Hun laughed weakly back.

"It's so great to see you! What do you think of my garage?" She asked him excitedly, twirling to point to her new shop.

"This is M's old shop." Hun murmured.

"Yeah, I inherited, H, try to keep up her, okay?" She asked him, slowing her words down like she would talk to a three year old. "I got everything all finished, for now at least." She laughed. "I'm so happy to have this place, especially after...well, my first one got destroyed." She said darkly, then shook her head to dispel the gloominess in her. "I've had customers all day, I'm beat. Do ya want anything, H? I live just upstairs."

"No...it's fine, Char."

"What's wrong? Aren't you glad to see me?" She asked him worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine...it's just that- well, you see-"

"You never could make up your mind, could ya H?" Charley grinned, and motioned him to sit down. "Tell me what's been going on, I haven't seen you in ages! How'd you know I was back in town?" She asked curiously, pushing a strand of her dark locks back behind her ear. She really was starting to consider a head band, but she just didn't want one. It would hurt her head by the end of the day, hair bands always did. They poked and prodded where there ends were, and Charley didn't want to have to deal with the annoying pain that accompanied any type of hair band.

"I didn't..." Hun replied quietly. "Listen, ya gotta get out of town, Char. The Dragons, they want this place because of Old Man M. He made alotta people mad, and they want revenge even though he's good and buried." He told her urgently, his bloodshot eyes warning her.

"I just got into town, H, it can't be that bad. I haven't had any unwanted strangers around these parts, and I haven't seen hide nor tail of a Dragon." Charley shrugged, shaking her head.

"They wanna burn this place down, Char, you gotta trust me." Hun said firmly, emphatically.

"H, you know I can take care of myself." She told him with an eye roll. "I've been taking care of myself since forever, you know that. We looked after each other before, we can do it again. You can even move in if ya want." She offered. "It can be just like the old times, you were a genius under the hood. Do ya still have your '73 Dodge Challenger? I loved that car, glossy blue, gaw it was beautiful."

"Nah, I had to sell it a few years back." Hun replied quietly, a reminiscent smile on his face.

"To bad, you knew how to fix any motor. I'm more of a bike girl, but I know all the kinks to fix under a hood." Charley shrugged, wondering why her old friend was so quiet. It wasn't like him. At all.

"Yeah, you could probably learn a thing or two." Hun smirked, and Charley let out an indignant snort.

"H!"

"Ya know it's true, Char, ya never were good under a hood. You could figure out any bike though, it was scary sometimes."

"Thanks H, coming from you that's a compliment." She grinned, happy she had gotten him off the 'run-away!' topic.

"Yeah, listen Char, this place is great and all, but it's got some bad vibes. Your uncle ticked some people off, Dragons high up in the food chain." And I spoke to soon.

"No Dragon is gonna scare me off." She retorted. "You don't know what I've been through since last we met, Hun." Boy, you don't even want to know the half of it. "I'm a big girl now, the big, bad, scary Dragon punks aren't going to phase me that much.
"Char." Hun said gruffly, and something in his voice made Charley look at him.

"How do ya know this, H? Did you become a-a Dragon?" She asked weakly, looking at him with repressed horror. He didn't respond to her, he just looked out the window. "I see." She murmured, looking down at her hands.

"Lots uh things changed, Char." Hun replied quietly. "My parents, they were killed. I had no one...anyway, I got into the PD's awhile back, I'm a leader now."

"Why are you telling me all this, H?" She asked him quietly, looking at his profile with a sigh.

"So ya know how I know what's happenin'." Hun replied shortly. "You're still my friend, Char, ya always will be. But times changed, I run with a different pack these days. And I lead that pack. I'll pull 'em out, but you're gonna have to pay tribute like the rest, otherwise...well, payback will be necessary."

"H..."

"I gotta go, Char." He said standing up. "Nice seein' ya, maybe we can meet and catch up?" He asked gruffly, but Charley heard that one sliver of hope in his voice.

"Course H, we're still friends. There's a coffee shop a ways down, meet tomorrow?" She asked calmly, watching H's lips curve in a small smile.

"They're on the pay roll, might as well. See ya at two?" Charley nodded. "Good." Hun nodded back.

"If I don't show, it's 'cuz I have some customers, 'kay?" Charley told him awkwardly. The Purple Dragon leader gave a brisk nod at her, and then left the Last Chance Garage II.

"Good bye for now, Char." The door swung shut with a bang, and Charley numbly collapsed backward in her chair. H was a-a-a Purple Dragon? How is it even possible? She was dumbstruck for the next few minutes, sitting shell shocked in her chair. It was horrible, yet it was real...Standing up, as if in a daze, Charley headed upstairs and got ready for bed. She pulled on some night clothes, and curled herself up into a ball.

It-it was crazy! It-it couldn't be possible! Charley tried to create scenarios where H was just a victim, that he had been dragged into the Purple Dragon world, but Charley knew H wasn't a victim. He couldn't be. Hun was a good manipulator, he could get his way out of anything when he tried. And he has the tattoo... Charley thought sadly, remembering the way it curled up his arm. He had chosen that life, maybe not at first, who would?, but eventually, he had succumbed to their dark world. And he was a leader in it too...She had always joked that he would be a leader of something someday, she just hadn't expected it to be a gang leader.

"What do I do now?" She asked the darkness, half expecting an answer. She had seen so much in her time on planet Earth, she did wish something crazy like the darkness responding would happen.

But no, the dark remained exactly that, dark.

"Thanks a lot." She told the nothing, rolling her eyes with a snort. She closed her eyes quietly, and started hearing voices. Yep, I am now officially crazy. She thought with a groan, trying to listen to the voices that may or may not have been in her head.

"Not like that, Raph! You the T-4, not the T-3. What are you, blind Mikey? Those two parts don't even fit together!" A voice gripped angrily.

"Since when did you become our Fearless Leader, Donny? Ya sound just like Leo..." A new voice snorted.

"I'm the leader because this is my project! Do you want to blow up entire city blocks because our ammo isn't installed correctly?" The first voice demanded.

"Chill, Don, he's just jokin'...right, Raph?" A third voice piped up. How many were there? Charley wondered to herself, tilting her head more towards the wall. That's where it was coming from! She thought, surprised.

"Guys, we gotta be quiet!" A fourth voice hissed.

"Yeah, yeah, like we could wake the dead. No one's around here, Leo." The second voice snorted again.

"We have new neighbors if you didn't remember." The newest voice replied calmly.

"Yeah, and who lives in a mechanics shop? The lady went home, Leo, quiet your worryin'." The second voice responded again. Charley pulled herself into a sitting position, and leaned her ear against the wall, trying to hear the conversation. She knew the building next to her was abandoned, but what were people doing in there? Getting up, Charley quietly crept down the stairs and into her shop. The two buildings had used to be one building, and a door adjoined the two buildings at the back of her shop. Heading towards the door, she twisted the knob gently, not sure what she would find.

"Mikey! Stop playing with that! It's highly explosive!" The first voice warned earnestly.

"Like I'm gonna blow us up." The third voice scoffed.

"Just be-" A small little boom echoed on the other side of the wall, and Charley jerked away from the door in surprise. "Careful." The first voice ended with a cough. Steeling her nerves, Charley pushed the door open.

What she saw made her blink.

There was a huge armored tank kind of automobile, its inner parts exposed to the four turtle like beings who were messing around with it. The four turtles also wore masks, a different color on each, and a weapon on each as well: Red/sais, Blue/katannas, Orange/nun-chucks, and Purple/wooden staff. The four turtles stiffened when they saw her, probably expecting her to scream. Once again, all she did was blink.

"Yeah, she went home alright, Raph." The orange masked turtle murmured. The turtles and Charley stared at each other another second before Charley decided to break the silence.

"So, I'm trying to go to sleep and all your yammering is keeping me up. Think you can tone it down? That'd be great. Oh, and ya might want to use a supadriv instead of a pozidriv screw driver for that reconfiguration of all that metals. I can tell the screws aren't right for a pozidriv. Anyway, night." She waved, and returned to her little upstairs apartment to try to sleep. So, which planet's the one with alien turtles? She wondered with a half thought as she drifted off to sleep.