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The guys decided that they'd all walk me through the sewers and up to the surface. We left the lair, waving Splinter goodbye and promising to visit soon. The sewers were very dark, but didn't smell as bad as I would have thought. Of course it was no fresh meadow down there, but it wasn't rancid. More musty and stale air than anything.

"So..April told us you live in Harlem." Mike said, walking beside me. Leo was up front, with Donatello at my other side, and Raph leading the back. I nodded, rubbing my elbow.

"Lower East Harlem actually. It's not that bad, it's just that break-ins have become more frequent. Henry is very much like a mother hen and wants to get out of their." I said, hearing Raph snort.

"Yeah, East Ha'rlem is safe..ha've ya been broken into b'fore?" He said the first sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Nope. Well..someone broke our front window, but never actually came in. As long as your not doing anything stupid like leaving your doors unlocked or walking down an alley alone, you'll be fine. Most of the people who get attacked are dumbasses anyway." I rolled my eyes, hearing the almost non-existent shuffling of the guy's two-toed feet on the moist concrete.

"Can't tell ya how many times I h'adda save some girl in a freakin' alley. I's like bitch! It's 2 am, i's dark and yer walkin' yer skanky self down into danger!" Raph started ranting, as Donnie nodded, not really listening. Leo sighed, rubbing his face with a leaf green hand. Mikey giggled, leaning close and whispering in my ear.

"We patrol the city at night and do hero stuff. That's why he's talking about having to help 'stupid girls' in the alleys." Mikey clarified for me, rolling his grey blue orbs as a large smile crossed his face. Leo hummed, jerking his thumb in an upward slant, and began climbing up a ladder that I hadn't even noticed. Donnie followed after Leo, with me, Mikey and Raph following close behind.

We managed to pop out of a sewer lid and sneak into the foliage of the park before anyone spotted us. Leo was tense about being out in such light, it was only around 4:00, and the sun was still shining. Mikey seemed to revel in the light, as Raph tried to sink in further with the shadows of the trees and Donnie seemed to soak up as many rays as he could while at the same time being unseen. We made it to the South end of the North Meadow, and hid in the shadow of the tree line, waiting for Mike.

I slumped down on a tree trunk, where Mikey plopped down beside me.

"What's your favorite color?" He asked, his eyes big and bright behind his mask. Leo sighed, hopping up onto a thick branch and began to meditate. Donnie sat down beside a tree next to ours, poking at the grass and watching bugs crawl around as Raph laid down in the soft grass next to me.

"Blue." I said, ready to ask him the same when he cut me off.

"Really? I like orange. What's your favorite super hero? You do read comics, right? Every one has to read them!" He said quickly, a bright smile on his face. I nodded dumbly, never having met someone who could literally jump start a conversation like a mad man.

"Uh..yeah. I'm partial to Transformers..but they're not really superheros..I'd have to go with..Green Lantern." I managed to plug all of his questions into one answer, that left him beaming in joy. He literally vibrated against the tree, legs twitching erratically as he crossed and uncrossed them.

"Transformers! They're so cool! Didja see the movies? Didja-didja-didja?" He asked with big, baby blue-grey eyes and a somewhat crazy smile. Raph took a deep breath, mumbling out an 'oh my god..'ere he goes' and keeping his eyes closed.

"Yes I do actually. I have them too." I said, watching the wind push around some of the late summer blossoms. He gasped, clapping his hands together.

"None of my brother's really like Transformers. Donnie kinda does, but not like me!" He stated proudly, puffing out his chest as Donnie chuckled. I smiled, hearing the deep revving of a 'cycle's engine not too far off.

"Well..I gotta go get a new mobile uh..it'll be the same number. Why don't you call me and you can come over and watch them with me, eh?" I asked, barley finishing my sentence before an ear-splitting squeal came from the sea green turtle as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

"YesyesyesyesyesyesyesYES!" He shouted, but was quickly shushed by Leo as some dust began to kick up in the wind not too far off. Raph pushed himself up onto his feet, nodded to me before leaping into the trees. Donnie did the same, as Mikey simply patted me on the head and followed his brothers after I gave him the number to my phone. They were out of sight before I could blink, but I knew they were around, watching.

I stepped out of the tree line, smirking as a shot of red came speeding at me. I whistled, knowing that he could see the movement of my lips, but not hear me over the vroom of the bike. Dirt and grass kicked up under the powerful bike as it slowly decreased in speed and stopped right beside me. The rider, Mike, wearing a black helmet with a red visor stepped off the bike stepped off his bike, pulling off his helmet.

His hair was pure white, short, unruly and cut unevenly, a mishap with the scissors that he let me take to his hair every few months. His eyes were bright green, shaped like rounded off ovals under sharp grey eyebrows. We'd try to bleach his eye brows the same as his hair, but the dye didn't want to seem to take. He wore a regular black button up shirt, the first few unbuttoned, showing off his ink, the sleeves rolled up to his sleeves.

His 'cycle, Zig, was his pride and joy. She was a bright red, Ducati Superbike 1198 and was the love of his life. If this big oaf wasn't sleeping, eating or peeing, he was working on his bike.

Michael Mavric Koniaris was a big lazy goof, like a loveable giant, brick wall. He was built like a linebacker, a whole 200 pounds of muscle on a 6'2 frame. Complete with long ass arms and legs, the tattoo of bat wing's that were inked on his chest somehow made his chest seem broader. A scar started from the top of his left eyebrow, all the way down to the top of his left chin, earning him the nickname 'Scar', because his scar was just like the one the evil lion had in The Lion King. His skin was almost always tan, freckles dotting his arms and shoulders.

"Kate! Where the hell have you been?" He shouted, pulling off his helmet and wrapping me in a tight hug. I shrugged, promising to tell him 'mostly' everything on our way to the cell mobile store, and maybe if he brought me somewhere to eat. He laughed out loud, tossing me my bike helmet, that looked alot like a WWII medic's helmet, complete with the medic's symbol before we hopped on Zig and we were gone.

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After a new phone, an iphone actually, and a nice sammich at a deli in Hell's Kitchen, Mike took me back home. Henry ripped open the front doors of our small, three floored home. Our house was painted white, multiple coats of thick, white paint coated the bricks and the window shutters, frames and door frames were painted a dark brown. The rickety door hit the side of the wall and the red-green haired boy came running down the front porch steps.

When someone was told about Henry, they always expected some classy looking nerd. Henry was a very calm, very worrisome lad. He had gained the nickname Hen, which had morphed into 'Mother Hen', because that was exactly his personality. He pecked and pecked away at us, always made sure the house was clean, that we always had clean clothes and that we had good food.

But the image and the personality never mashed up together in people's eyes.

Henry Dein Braxton was under the circle of 'scene' style. His once blonde hair was dyed a bright cherry red, his bangs dyed bright, neon green. His hair was spiked in the front, and unruly, pieced and long in the back, sort of like a mullet. His eyes were a bright, light topaz, almost an unnatural orange tinge to his almond shaped orbs. He had thin, pale lips and a button nose, and was the tallest of us all, hitting 6'6 but barley 180 pounds. Since he was also the tallest of us, he had gained the nickname 'Tallest', or 'My Tallest' as a little joke.

Much like Mike, Henry had the strangest love for the needle and ink. He had three tattoos in all. On both ends of his collar bones were big, green and black stars. On his right arm he had a big, black cross, that went all the way down to his elbow. His last tattoo was a large cobweb that went from right under his right pec, and stretched to below his hip, the end of the cobweb hidden by his pants or boxers.

"Oh, you are in so much trouble!" He said, pulling me into his arms and rocking us back and forth. Mike laughed, patting my head as he went into the house. I noticed the lack of mobiles in the garage, and looked up at the Tallest. He chuckled, shaking his dyed head softly.

"All Kyle told us was that you were cornered on the docks. Then he said your phone died." He said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as he turned us around and began to lead us inside.

"Now, you must be starving. C'mon, I'm sure we have some soup or something I can make you quick. We're just gonna grab some pizza and stay in tonight. You had all of us around all night looking for you." He began to try to guilt trip me as he locked our door behind us. Mike was plastered on the lazy boy in the living room, the baseball game on high and his snoring even louder.

Henry snorted, rolling his eyes as he shoved me into our large, tan couch and went into the kitchen. Our house was narrow, but tall, the first floor being the kitchen, a living room, two closets and the stairway to the basement. The second floor was where Kyle, Mike and Henry's room's were, as well as two other hallway closets. The third floor was where Trent and my rooms were, as well as another bathroom and closet. The basement was labeled '1/4 storage, 1/4 art room, 1/4 a tiny little gym and the last 1/4 was filled with mats for yoga'. The garage fit our three cars, and two motorcycles, as well as whatever tools Trent would need to fix them.

I tugged the plaid blanket off the back of the couch and curled up. Mike's snoring was a comforting, home-y sound that I could easily fall asleep to. I yawned, my eyes drooping even as I heard the sounds of a 'cycle's engine, a cars engine and the slamming of the car door. I barley had time to sit up before two large, tan men came barreling into the house. Trent and Kyle were the 'scariest' of the group, and always had a tablespoon of 'tough love' for us younger ones.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Kyle asked, hugging me quickly before shaking my shoulders back and forth. I couldn't hold back a giggle, even as a leather motorcycle jacket was thrown over my head and Trent collapsed on the couch beside me. He tugged me down, grinding his knuckles into my skull as his deep chuckles and my shrieking finally awoke the slumbering Mike.

Kyle Jonydd Tilney was the most muscled out of the guys. With stats at 6'3 and 230 pounds of pure, lean muscle, he wasn't someone you wanted to mess with. He had deep, tan, ashen skin with a pair of big, gorgeous caramel eyes. His hair was blond, but had random chunks and strips of blue through his hair, courtesy of Mike and myself. He had a tiny little blonde goatee that I've been waiting to shave off for sometime.

Kyle was a fighter, tide and true. He had been a kick boxing champion when we were in high school, and now taught Aikido, Jujutsu and Capoeira alongside Mike at a local dojo/gym. Kyle liked to play a badass, but he's really just this soft teddy bear. He was the most physical in showing emotion of any of us, and was constantly hugging, cuddling or sitting as close as possible to someone.

Trent Haos Snow is what I like to call 'A beefy nerd'. Standing at 6'2, 190 pounds, with tanned skin and almost perfectly carved out muscle. He had light caramel brown hair, and a full beard, making him look like a lumberjack. His slanted eyes were a beautiful shade of light grey, and always held that twinkle between genius and mad scientist.

Trent was working his temp job as a mechanic, but was looking for a good college for teaching. He was big on physics, and even bigger on earth sciences and clean energies. He was an educated gentleman, which is why I allowed him the great honor of having his room on the same floor as I.

I managed to free myself from their grips, and shake my hair out. I stuck my tongue out at the scowling Kyle and cleared my throat.

"I jumped into the river to get away from those guys. I washed up on the shore of that tiny island, where the homeless people there took care of me. I'm good now guys, honest!" I smiled as Henry came up behind the couch and placed a warm bowl of soup on my lap, and pressed a soup spoon into my hand. Mike, Trent and Henry seemed to go along with my story, shrugging and turning to the television.

Kyle starred me down, as I turned away from his caramel gaze and focused on my soup. He snorted, throwing his arm over my shoulders and watching the flashing tv.

-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0

Mikey squealed and shouted all the way back to the lair.

"SHE GAVE ME HER NUMBER! HER NUMBER!" He bounced, waving his hand in the air, the digits written in bold, black ink on his palm. Raph rolled his eyes as Donnie patted his head.

"Yes she did Mikey. You are the turtle." Donnie praised in a soft voice as Mikey flung his arm around like a prize. Raph grumbled as Leo kept quiet about his youngest brothers erratic behavior.

"Yeah, 's like a freakin' movie." Raph growled at the blue eyed turtle, who's eyes shone even brighter.

"IT IS! This is what happens in all the movies! They exchange numbers, and then they start talking-then they start flirting-then they start dating-THENTHEYFALLINLOVE!" Mikey shouted, spinning around in a circle.

"Please Fearless..One thing..I'm askin' ya one thing..make Mikey SHUT UP." Raph managed to growl out, covering where his ear slits were. Leo smiled, rolling his eyes and yawning.

"Just let him get his jitters out." Leo said, pulling the pipe to reveal the keypad, pressing in the code as the doors hissed and opened up for them.

"-and did you see that ride! WOAH! It was almost as cool as Raph's shell cycle!" Mikey crowed, throwing his arms into the air as Donnie clapped him on the shoulder.

"'Xactly. Almost as cool. I need some cereal." Raph smirked, heading to the kitchen. Master Splinter came out from his room, cup of steaming tea in hand and a smile on his furry face.

"Good evening my sons."

"Master Splinter."

"Good afternoon father."

"Good evening Master."

"'Sup?"

Splinter managed to keep the small grin on his face.

"I see that Miss Kate has been brought back to her home safely?" He asked, standing in the doorway of his room. Mikey squealed, waving his palm around in the air towards his master, before running off to his room. Master Splinter merely raised a furred brow at his youngest son's strange sounds.

"Yeah, her friend picked her up. Cool ride." Donnie said, turning to follow Raph into the kitchen to get some caffeine.

"Leonardo..were you close enough to feel her friend's aura?" Splinter asked, taking a small sip of tea as his eldest son nodded.

"Yes Master. He seems kind. Not too curious as to where she had been and more focused on how she is now." He said, pulling his katanas and their leather straps from his shoulders and sitting down on the couch. Splinter nodded stubbly, his ears twisting and turning every few moments as he leaned his shoulder against the wooden frame of the doorway.

"So..Michelangelo got her..digits..as you young ones call it."