Motherly Affection

Everyone-am trying to update everything I have today. Am kinda tired. Will....not be updating for a little while. My schoolwork calls. :) :(

Please be well...and I'm trying to become a TMNT only fanfiction writer-but it's not right to abandon a story. Ah, well. A few more to finish....almost

there.

And then, turtle tot time! ^^ Hooray!

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Quote:

(Why do I use these things? I have no idea.....)

"Fear is the father of courage and the mother of safety."

Mary frowned slightly, hands becoming quite wet and cold at this time.

Deathly silence...and she was having a hard time really seeing anything in the shrubbery.

But she was certain she had heard something or ano-

Okay-so she had a few deadlines. But she made her own-and she tried her hardest to update at least once or twice every day-depending on her

time slot and stories she was juggling with. Usually it was one-occasionally, two.

Maybe she ought to go back in the house. Arek and Jessica would be home soon enough...and so would Ken. It would be-

She tried to move another branch-and there was the tiniest rubble.

The woman blinked, moving her cloak over her eyes. This blasted, friggin' rain....was she seeing-?

Evidently not.

There, backed away as far as they could manage, paralyzed with confusion and fear-were a pair of gray/brown eyes.

Actually, two.

Three.

Four.

Mary Mikell was looking at four bundled turtles-at least the size of her youngest son, perhaps a little bigger or smaller, give or take-and they

were wearing cloaks.

And looking straight at her.

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Astonishment is a curious thing.

If the Abominable Snowman enters the scene-when you've never quite believed in him-and he decides to have a walk around town, some people

may scream and run about in circles...and others may be taken mute.

Mary was one of the latter in this scenario. Her mind went blank, and her mouth dropped.

.......

.......

This was happening.

Actually happening. The rain beating down from above-every cold splash bringing perfect clarity-was telling her so.

.......

"....May I ask you....what is your name?"

The figure gazed at her with dark, penetrating eyes, but she did not look away.

Splinter turned. It was obvious he owed her.

"....I am Splinter."

Just like The rat.

But these four didn't seem to talk. Did they? Right now, they were merely staring at her, and she at them.

...why were they wearing little bandannas? She had to admit-it looked quite cute, though. You could hardly tell too much of a difference from one

to the next....saving color, eye shape, and a slightly different tint in each of their green skin.

She opened her mouth, closed it, and tried again, feeling lightheaded with giddiness.

"...hello."

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Leo cast her a suspicious look, but said nothing as he drew closer, quivering to his brothers. At least she wasn't screaming. She actually seemed

more bemused then anything else.

Maybe she believed she was dreaming. Sensei himself had told them if ever they were trapped in this situation-before fleeing to the nearest

"safe base," they should try, if the human in question seemed to be too disbelieving to the point of doubting their sanity....

Well, in other words, try to clean up your messes.

Don trembled.

All she had said was "Hello." Was she being friendly-or was she trying to see if they were intelligent?

....to dump at the nearest lab for dissection?

Mary blinked. They seemed more afraid of her then she was of them. They didn't look very ferocious, but....

"Um....y-you guys won't bite me, will you?"

Mikey cast her a startled look, but still said nothing. Mary raised an eyebrow.

No one had published a chapter in her gardening book about four human sized turtles suddenly appearing in your backyard.

And, if you call information, they'd probably point you to the nearest assignment.

She decided to try again.

"....er....I...." she paused.

"Do....you know a rat named Splinter?"