A/N: Sorry again. I had every intention of writing this quicker, when bam! Writer's block rears its ugly head and strikes once more. So here's a relatively pointless chapter for ya. Enjoy! By the way, a name underlined means it's from their perspective and italics mean thoughts & yadda yadda yadda.

Shoutouts!

Boogalaga – thanks muchly.

Galaxya – also thanks muchly.

Lunar-Ninja – To you I say bah! Amy is no Sue of Mary. (Well not anymore, thank heavens for that!)

Pacphys – Ah yes, cruel, cruel mirrors. They surely suck.

Gummadoon Fanatic – Thanks for the compliment and sorry about the updating downtime.

Dona Tello625 – Thanks! Aw, look, I'm blushing now.

Jessiy Landroz – Pink hedgehog huh? Hmmm. lol – And Alice the little turtle? Truth be told, There's nothing more concerning her, she didn't get any mutagen on her. (At least that's my excuse.)


Donatello

So she was originally human. Well that explains her reactions.

I roll over on the couch to look at the clock in the kitchen. Two am. Sleep just doesn't seem to be coming tonight. Too much on my mind, I suppose. Maybe a bath will help me to relax.

Making my way to the bathroom, I note that the door is wide open and the light is spilling into the lair. Wondering who could be in there, I poke my head around the door. It's her.

I watch her bring her hand up to her face, gently exploring her features. This must be all terribly new to her. To say her eyes are extremely red would be a gross understatement. She's obviously been crying for some time. She sighs softly, just on the edge of hearing.

I don't think she knows I'm here.

Unsure of what else to do I clear my throat to announce my presence. She starts, almost guiltily, as if she's been caught doing something wrong.

"What are you doing?" I ask gently.

She shrugs carelessly. "Just adjusting." She replies guardedly.

My eyes are drawn to the bandage on her arm. I need to see how her wounds are healing. If they get infected, it's going to mean somehow finding antibiotics. "Can I check your arm?"

Amy

"Why the hell not?" I lift my arm and he carefully removes the bandage and begins inspecting the largest of the cuts there.

"Hmmm, no sign of infection." He murmurs. "It's healing nicely too, but you might have a small scar."

He moves on the others, his hands gently checking for any stray bits of glass that might've been missed.

For a giant turtle, his hands aren't cold or slimy or anything. They're not overly hot, but they're not cold either. Weird.

"You know, I don't even know your name." That statement seems to surprise him, and to be honest, it surprises me too. I have no idea where that thought came from.

"It's Donatello. Don or Donny for short." He tells me, beginning to re-wrap the bandage.

Michelangelo and Donatello… bit of a theme going on here.

Finally done, he secures the gauze and smiles up at me. He just looks so gentle and reassuring. I can hardly believe I was ever afraid of him. Uh… he's still smiling at me. Suddenly uncomfortable, I turn away and mutter a thank-you.

There's a small, awkward silence before he asks, "Do you want me to show you around our home?"

"Sure." I don't really want to, but I'm definitely not sleeping and it's not like there's anything else for me to do.

He takes me around, showing me where everything is in the kitchen. Frankly, I'm amazed at the stuff they've got down here. I wonder how they got all these things? It's not like they can just walk into a department store or anything.

And then we get to the good part – the dojo. After taking off my shoes as instructed I rush excitedly over to the wall where the weapons are shelved. I can't help it – they're all shiny and stuff. "So I know you use that stick-"

"It's called a bo." He corrects me.

"Okay, bo. But what ones do the others use?"

"Mikey uses the nunchucks, Leonardo uses the twin katanas and these," he says, pointing to each weapon in turn, "are Raphael's – the sai."

I run my eyes over the last weapon. They look vicious. I definitely wouldn't want to be on the wrong end of an attack from one of those. And they belong to someone I haven't even met yet – he could be a psycho for all I know.

"So um, when will I meet the other two of your brothers?"

"Whenever you're ready. Although they're probably asleep right now." He says, smiling in that gentle way of his again.

"Speaking of sleep, whose room have I been sleeping in?" I'd been meaning to ask that for awhile now. Whoever's room it is, they definitely read a lot – and honestly, who reads books on physics? That's far too think-y for my tastes, I'm still trying to get through 'See Spot Run'. I'm only kidding, but you get the point.

"Uh, my room." He tells me.

"Oh. I could just crash on the couch or something from now on if you want your own space back." I feel kinda guilty, knowing that I've just taken over his room without asking – I know I'd hate if someone did that to me.

"It's okay; I don't mind sharing with Mike, really." There goes that smile again. Then his eyes fill with concern.

"You should probably get some sleep. You've been through a lot lately." He says.

I sigh. "Okay. I'll give it a shot."

A few minutes later while I'm staring at the ceiling I get to thinking about how different my life's become in just two days. Well, at least I got found by good people, it could've been much worse; I could've been stuck with those visionary nutjobs. Really great people actually. I mean, first Don saves me from those creeps, then he just gives up his room for me without a fuss. He shows me nothing but kindness.

And with that thought, I finally drift off to sleep, a amile on my face.