Alex groaned as her back hit a hard, cold surface. She'd landed, but she wasn't sure on what.

Debris lay everywhere around her, along with dust. Alex blinked and looked around. The first thing she noticed was that she seemed to be in a home, of sorts. There was a couch, a TV…a video game system! So that's where the music had come from…

The sound of a surfer accented voice cut into her thoughts, making her head ache more than it already was.

"Dudes, a chick just fell through the ceiling!"

They didn't need to be called of course, the sound had roused them all to stop what they were doing and enter the main living area.

"Are you alright?" another voice asked. This one was a smooth, rich baritone. She liked this one better than the first. It wasn't abrasive against her senses.

"I think so." Alex answered and then turned to see who'd spoken to her. She was startled to find the voice belonged to a 5'10" tall male humanoid turtle.

"Whoa…" was all she could say, and blinked as she studied him further. He was wearing a blue mask around his eyes, which were a rich brown. Strapped to his shell, were two Katanas. He wore knee pads and elbow pads. He was smiling at her.

"Great, m' sure the screamin'll start now." This voice was a baritone just like Mr. Blue Mask, but it was rough, and had a heavy Brooklyn accent.

Alex turned her attention to him. He looked much the same as the first, but wore a red mask. His eyes were also slightly lighter in color and his skin emerald as opposed to a basic green. His muscles were also bigger, not as streamlined as Mr. Blue Mask.

"Ugh, no screaming…" Alex groaned. "My head would explode, I'm sure of it." She muttered, rubbing her temples.

That's when she heard Mr. Blue Mask call out softly for someone called "Donnie" to check her for injuries.

The next thing she knew, she was face to face with yet another turtle. This one had a purple mask; a Bo strapped to his shell, and had olive colored skin. His eyes were chocolate brown.

"Now take it easy, miss. I'm just going to check to make sure you're okay." He said this soothingly, to calm her. And strangely, it worked.

His voice wasn't as deep as the first two, but still smooth and pleasing to her ears.

"I'm Alexandria…" she said, feeling compelled to tell him her name. That and she hated being called miss. It made her feel like she was 12.

"Donatello." He answered, giving her a bit of a smile. "You're impressively calm."

"It could be my jumbled brains." Alex joked lightly.

This made Don chuckle. Oh, now that was a lovely sound. It curled around her like a warm hug and eased some of aches from the fall.

Donatello inspected the woman before him carefully. Amazingly, she had no broken bones, no serious cuts, just minor ones. The worst thing as far as he could see was that she was dirty and wet from being in the sewers.

Her slightly Irish-accented voice was a pleasant surprise for Don. It made listening to her speak an unexpected pleasure.

And she'd managed to joke with him. That was nice.

"These are my brothers, by way." Don said, wanting to get some conversation going. "The one in blue is Leonardo, the one in red is Raphael, and the one in orange who you can't see right now because he's hiding, is Michelangelo."

The turtle in question did appear shortly after his name being mentioned. His huge, ocean blue eyes were wide with curiosity now that he was sure she was safe.

Alex was glad for the information. So they were named after famous Italian Renaissance painters. That was interesting.

"Pardon me, but this isn't the reaction we're using to getting from humans." It was Leonardo who said this.

Alex blinked a bit. "I can understand that…being a big bi-pedal humanoid turtle isn't exactly the norm."

"So why ain't ya shreakin'?" Raph asked, eyeing her.

Alex pondered that. It wasn't like she could tell them she was used to seeing their kind, just slightly different back at her homeland. So, what could she say?

"Well, I did just fall, I have a massive headache, and I'm tired. Maybe after a good sleep, this'll all sink in…or it could be a dream for all I know."

Alex hoped that sounded convincing.

Raph shrugged. "Eh, that'll do it I suppose." He said, then apparently lost interest in the goings on and went back wherever it was that he came from.

Alex sighed and then yawned. Apparently the tired and headache parts were true.

To her amazement, Don gave her some Aspirin for it and a glass of water. She thanked him and took the medicine.

It wasn't long before Alex was dozing, leaning against Don's shoulder. His skin was surprisingly warm and pleasantly rough against her cheek.

Don blushed a bit at the contact. She needed to rest. Now, where to put her?

Mikey happily volunteered his room, but he was met with a resounding "No" from both Don and Leo. Mikey mumbled something about them being unfair and resumed his video game playing.

So that left either Leo's room or Don's.

As they worked that out, Alex fell asleep against Don. The purple-masked turtle smiled a bit then picked her up and carried her into his room. It was the logical choice since it had all the medical supplies within easy reach.

Don tucked her in then turned to Leo, who had followed him. "I'll let her rest for a bit and then take her back up. I don't really want her becoming coherent when she's with us and can remember us."

Leo nodded at that. "Good thinking, Don. I'll help you get her home." They were pretty good navigators and were sure to be able to find her place again.

That's when Don eyed her ripped clothing. Too bad there was nothing he could do about that. It wasn't like they had feminine clothing lying around to change her into.

April never had reason to leave clothes down here nor was she around to help. So, unfortunately Alex would have to be taken home in her battered jeans and top.

And that's where Alex awoke several hours later. She blinked, a bit startled to find herself in her home and tucked safely in her bed. Now how had that happened?

The last thing she remembered was falling asleep against Don's shoulder.

Alex carefully sat up, bracing herself on her hands. Her headache was gone now and she knew that whatever wounds she'd sustained would be healed now making her look as if she'd never fallen at all.

Getting up, she went through the day's events in her mind. So Diablo knew where she was now. Alex shuddered. That meant that serious trouble was ahead. The fight today was just a warning of what was to come.

No doubt he would alert his most powerful allies: The Black Helldragons. And they together would destroy this city, maybe this world, simply because she was in it.

She couldn't go home. It didn't exist anymore. It had been taken over by Evil.

So what could she do? Alex's eyes flared feline for a moment. She hated feeling helpless like this and she knew Diablo knew it.

Her panther Salem quietly padded into the room, his tail swishing a bit as if sensing his mistress's distress.

Alex reached out and gently petted the top of his head. "There's got to be something I can do, but what?"

Unfortunately, no answer came to her. That brought her back to the turtles. She knew why they'd brought her back home. They were hoping she'd pass off seeing them as a dream or as a result of her fall.

Sadly, that wasn't going to happen though she knew she'd led them to believe that.

Alex remembered the whole incident, every detail.

Even how damned good Don smelled…

That thought startled Alex and made her cheeks turn slightly pink. It had been hundreds of years since a male or his scent had caught her attention. Why was it happening now, when she had so many other more important things to handle?

It was poor timing on its part.

Now being who she was, it was obvious that his being a turtle wasn't an issue and it never would be. That wouldn't hold her back from pursuing him.

What would, however, was the dangers that lay ahead. Alex couldn't bear to think of Don caught up in what was to come. She knew he was mortal and wouldn't stand a chance against strong, powerful, supernatural beings such as these.

Alex sighed. Dismal thoughts weren't going to help anything. Standing, she went downstairs to her kitchen to make herself some coffee. Though it was still night outside, she wasn't going to get any sleep.

Alex leaned against the kitchen counter as she half-listened to her coffee machine come to life.

How long would Diablo wait, she wondered, before he would strike?

With him it was never certain. What she did know is that he struck when he chose, and when he did, it was always hard and without mercy.

Alex swore softly and colorfully in her own language before turning and setting down a mug for her coffee. She wanted to scream with frustration at this, but knew it wouldn't do any good.

With a growl, Alex replaced her mug with a travel mug, filling it with coffee. Perhaps some time stretched on the roof with allow to her think.

She'd taken up the habit shortly after moving in here because it seemed the stars shone brightest right above her place.

Alex threw on a sweater, jeans, and sneakers before heading up. When the cool air hit her face, she allowed herself a small smile. And with that, she lay down in her usual spot and looked upwards at the black night sky.

As she had hoped, the stars were out shining brightly as they always did.

Then, a familiar scent caught her nose.

Donatello…

She knew he was nearby and that caused her body to come alive as it hadn't ever before. Alex gently bit her lip, trying to push down her body's intense reaction. Now wasn't the time for this…

On a rooftop not too far away, Donatello was watching the raven-haired woman.

God, she was beautiful…

The turtle had no idea why he was so struck by her at the moment. He just simply was.

Just then, a green three-fingered hand entered his vision and waved in front of him.

"Dude, if you stare at her any harder, you're totally going to burn a hole in her forehead or something."

Donatello frowned at the clear teasing tone in his baby brother's voice. "I wasn't staring, I was observing." Okay, that was a lousy lie.

This made Michelangelo chuckle. "Whatever, dude! You were so staring."

"Mikey…" Don began but stopped. He knew that arguing with Mikey would just fuel the fire for his teasing, so he stayed quiet.

Just then, Alex sat up and seemed to turn her head and look straight at him. Donatello knew it was too dark for her to see him, but still it felt as if their eyes had just met.

Don, however, didn't know that they in fact had made eye contact. Alex could see clearly in the dark and could make out Don's face perfectly. He was studying her with clear interest which made her smile a bit.

She was almost tempted to wave at him, but didn't. No sense in spooking the poor turtle or alerting him to the fact that despite black as ink night, she could see him.

Alex could also hear the conversation going between the two brothers. That made her smile aswell.

Oh, you wouldn't tease him so much if you knew I was staring back…

Speaking of that, Alex tore her eyes finally from Don's face.

The cool night air brushed her cheeks as she resumed looking at the stars. It did nothing to ease her body's needs, but it felt nice.

Donatello's eyes scanned her body. The cuts and bruises from her face and hands were gone! He remembered cleaning them. It looked as if she hadn't fallen in the first place. How'd that happen?

Reason told him that it was probably because of the lack of light and the fact that she was wearing a sweater, after all. It was hiding where some of her worst wounds were. It still didn't explain the lack of scratches…

Shaking that thought from his mind, Don decided that sitting here watching Alex wasn't going to get him and Mikey home from nightly exercise any faster.

And maybe if Don got away from her, that all too male ache in his lower plastron would go away…