I glared at him. "What do you think? I'm trying to sleep and you're interrupting me."

Then a rat walked up to me. Yes a rat walked and talked. In all honesty that's not the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. I mean when I was seven and my powers first showed up that was worth screaming over. A rat and 4 turtles that are humanoid, not so much. "I believe he was asking because your arm does not look well."

I frowned and looked at my extremely painful arm. I guess that would be a good reason. "Sorry about snapping at you. But I'm kinda tired. And yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for being concerned, but all I need is a little sleep."

The one in the orange mask walked over to me and smiled. "Hey, it's no problem, but just a quick question. Why aren't you scared of us? Not that I don't like the change, but most people run screaming when we try to help." Orange's voice was thick with a surfer's accent.

The one in purple rubbed his chin. "I was wondering the same thing. Most people tend to freak out and scream. Why didn't you?"

I shrugged my shoulders, causing a little bit of pain in my arm. "I've seen worse. Way worse. I mean come on your just walking, talking turtles and a rat. What's there to be afraid of?" Uncle Marco would be proud of the sarcasm in my voice.

The one in blue raise an eye at me. "Like what?"

Well aliens that crawl in your ear and take over your brain, a blue centaur with an extra pair of eyes, my dad with a beak, Angell when she's really pissed off. Instead of answering his question, I asked my own. "Why do you all wear colored masks when you're basically naked?"

The orange one laughed. "That's a good question." He looked at Purple. "Seriously, why do we?"

One in Red shook his head and looked at him before back handing the back of Orange's head. "So we can recognise each other, bozo." I rolled my eyes. Well they seem to get along famously.

"I don't want to seem nosey or anything," I said. "But I can't keep calling you by the colors of your masks. So what are your names?"

Blue smiled. "My name is Leonardo, and these are my brothers. Raphael-" Red twirled a mini pitchfork like weapon on his finger while he did a little flick of his hand. "Michelangelo-" Orange had a huge grin on his face as Leonardo motioned to him, "and Donatello." Purple put his hockey stick-branch-thing behind his back and it looked like it levitated there. "Come on. We'll take you back to the lair and fix up your arm."

I smiled. "By the way my name is Elaina. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Are you crazy, Don?" Raphael asked. "You don't know who she is, or if she's even a good guy."

Leonardo nodded. "Probably the best thing we can do is take her to the nearest hospital."

I shot up not caring about the protest my broken arm had. "There is no way in hell you are taking me anywhere. Especially not to some hospital so don't you even think about it!"

The guys looked at me. Then Michelangelo said something that cheered me up; kinda. "Don't worry. You're not going to the hospital. Not if I have anything to say about it."

"Which you don't," Raphael replied rolling his eyes. "Yer' goin' to the hospital and that's that."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Can I say something?" Michelangelo raised his hand like he was in school of something.

"NO!" Red and I yelled at him at the same time which made me feel kind of bad when he shrunk back like a puppy who was scolded. I walked over to him and bent down. "Sorry Michelangelo. I have too much of my aunt in me."

"That's ok little dudette. But you can call me Mikey!" I smiled and nodded before standing to face Donatello. "Is that offer still open?"

"Yeah we'll wrap your arm when we get back to the lair."
I smiled sheepishly. "All I need is a place to crash for a few hours." The rat just looked at me with a questioning look. "You are more than welcome into our home to rest and recuperate." My eyes widened. "Seriously? That would be awesome! What's your name again?"

The rat nodded. "You may call me Splinter." He looked at the turtles. "Well? What are you waiting for? Let's go home."

They all nodded and walked over to the manhole at the end of the alley. One by one, they started jumping in.

I looked down into the sewers a bit nervously. Raphael looked up at me after about three minutes. "What's taking you so long?"

I stared at him for a brief second. Then I answered. "I'm just considering the possibilities of my jumping down there and not landing on my butt or my already injured arm."

Raphael rolled his eyes. "Okay. What d'ya want me to do about it?"

"I don't know. Maybe be some sort of gentleman or something and help the injured person out a little?" I asked sarcastically. I mean come on this guy acts worse than a controller or a street thug.

"Yeah. I don't think so. Ya got another arm that ain't broken. Use it."

"Not going to happen, Turtle boy. I am not going to risk my neck just to get some rest."

He shrugged and hopped back down. "Suite yourself. I'm goin' home."

I laughed. "Good. Now I can sleep peacefully without your big mouth running."

"Raph…" I heard Leonardo sigh and I heard Leo sigh and hop back up here. "Here, I'll help you down."

I smiled as he lifted me up. "Why THANK you, Leo. At least someone knows how to be a gentleman around here."

"Hey!" Mikey said loudly. "I can be a gentleman too."

"Can it, Mikey," Don said quietly as Leo carried me through the sewers. "Do you want to wake up all of New York?"

"No," Mikey said sheepishly. "Sorry."

I smiled. "Calm down, dude. It's not like all of New York is asleep."

Don looked at me. "Are you going to be okay?"

I looked at him and nodded. "Don't worry man. Once I get some rest, I'll be as good as new."

When we got there, Leo set me down and I walked over to the couch. "This is one comfy couch," I stated, sitting down.

I was getting ready to turn on the television, when Don walked over to me. I raised my eyebrow. "Is there something you need?"

"Actually, yes." He pointed to his lab. "I need to check your arm."

I rolled my eyes and stood up. Walking into his med-lab thing, I raised my eyebrows. "Got enough stuff here, Don?"

Don smiled. "Yeah. I just try to make sure we have everything we need." He looked at my arm closer.

He made a couple tsking noises. "Yep. It's broken. In three places even. How did you do a thing like that?"

I smiled sheepishly. "I fell?"

Don rolled his eyes not believing me one bit. "Yeah, Okay." And he proceeded to cast it. "You're going to need to stay here for a couple months. I need to make sure that heals right."

I groan. This is going to be a long two months.