The winter months quickly passed and soon spring came again. The turtles began to venture out of the sewers more and more. They had spent most of the time up at Casey's grandmother's house this winter. Being in a house was far better than down in a sewer. Cold air easily filtered in from the outside down there through the drains.

Ophelia had been going to the doctor once every month. Her midwife said that the baby was doing well and looked most like a turtle more than a human. She had told her parents and midwife about everything she knew about Mikey. It was possible the baby would turn out to be a lot like the dad, so it was better that the real turtle family raised it instead of her. Of course, the baby already had its dad's looks from being seen on the ultrasound.

Of course, if someone had ever found out about the young turtle, chances were that it would be taken in by some stupid scientists.

Other students at her new high school teased her because she had been new and she was mostly known as the 'pregnant girl.' Ophelia had known that she had never wanted to be a teen mom, but it had just happened when she had met Mikey. She loved him, but at times felt so mad at him that he had done this to her. He hadn't meant to. They had only meant to make love that night, but hadn't really thought of any possible consequences.

Mikey had told her of April and Casey. He had given her April's address. She had no idea where Mike lived, so she would get in touch with April first.

Ophelia was 7 and a half months pregnant when she did graduate with the other students. At least she was glad now that she was out of high school. If she had been any younger, she would have been forced to get a job, struggle with trying to raise the kid maybe or just struggle with finding an adoptive family if it had been human. But yet, either way, she would have had to give it up.

She wasn't exactly a mothering type of girl. She had made sure to eat real healthy and exercise by walking and resting now that she was a lot heavier in the belly. But she knew she couldn't take care of this child. She loved it because she loved Mikey.

Ophelia had almost been forced to go into a program for pregnant teenage girls, but she said no. Her parents had talked to her principal about it, but the answer was no. Especially because this pregnancy program would have taken her away from her parents until the birth. She didn't want that.

They might have had doctors in this private boarding school for teen pregnancy that would have tried to take a look at the baby and saw that it wasn't no ordinary baby. Her parents had seen to it that she would stay in regular classes, all but PE class.

Now she had the summer to look forward to. She had to eat, sleep, rest, and exercise a little bit to make sure the baby was going to be healthy. It was due in July. Two more months. At least it was nearing its end.

Ophelia decided that she would go back at the beginning of July to New York. She and her mom would go. The midwife was going too. No one could know about this baby. Her dad would stay and do his job so they could still have money coming in.

Not even outside relatives like her grandparents knew that she was having Mikey's baby.

Back in New York during these months of warming weather now, more criminals were popping up again.

Mike still missed Ophelia and hadn't forgotten her, but thanks to his new cat, he was literally a new Mikey, or more like the old one before he had even met her. He was back to pulling pranks on his brothers again and just being a goofball.

Even though Mike and Ophelia had exchanged phone numbers before, she had never called him to tell him her new phone number so he hadn't been able to be in contact with her all this time.

Purple Dragons and the Foot ninjas were all at their troubles again and again. It never ended. Both types of crime lords were always trying to destroy the turtles when they weren't pulling crimes on the streets.

One night on a patrol, Mikey had been being silly again, and he had his bros on his case again. "Mikey, knock it off or they'll hear you!" Raph said lowly.

Mikey was still laughing his head off about the joke. But then he quit as soon as some Foot soldiers jumped onto the roof. Don, Leo, and Raph all glared at their brother.

Mike chuckled nervously. "Oops!" He pulled out his chucks just as his bros pulled out their weapons too.

A big battle ensued. Most of the army was attacking them. It went on for a long time.

Don, Leo, and Raph came out of the fight with a few scratches and bruises, but Mikey wasn't so lucky. He had been bashed on the head with a mace so bad that he had a severe concussion and a long cut on his right leg.

When they all got home, Don did what he could for everyone. He and Leo had needed stitches other than Mike needing them in his leg. Leo had also been distracted during the battle that he had not seen it coming. He had also been shot in his left side with an arrow.

Don had taken it out and made sure that there was no internal damage. The arrow had nearly pierced Leo's stomach organ, but luckily it hadn't. He needed stitches in his side and to take it easy for awhile. It did make the blue banded leader feel queasy with all the pain.

Leo was ordered to stay on the cot in the infirmary overnight, but he was more concerned about Mikey, who laid over on the table unconscious and in a coma.

Mike's head was wrapped in bandages, as was his right leg. He had lost blood. Don had given him a transfusion of some of Raphael's blood into him to help him out, but Mike was still outcold.

Raph felt guilty that this had happened to him. And he knew right now that if he were awake and he made some silly joke, Raph knew he couldn't hit him on the head like he always did.

Leo felt the most responsible since he felt it was his responsibility to take care of his brothers. But there was nothing they could do for Mike but wait for him to wake up.

Splinter didn't like the look of how this encounter had turned out. He had brushed his furry hand along Mike's forehead, but nothing happened. He told everyone that they should just try to get some sleep, even Donatello. Don had done all he could. Don didn't want to go of course, but his father demanded it.

So they all went to bed.