I hope you guys enjoy this. I'm having so much fun with this.

Standard disclaimer applies.

While we waited for our meals to arrive, which Gage had already ordered before I came, the two of us decided to chat a little. Surprisingly, I found myself laughing along with him when he told me stories of things he or his friends had done in the past. Of course, I had no idea who he was talking about, but the idea that anyone older than the elementary level would trip over his own feet and ram a pencil into his hand was just too good to believe.

"Well, I think we've just about exhausted the stories of my friends. Besides, I'd hate to bore you by talking about myself. What about you? What are your brothers like?" Gage asked.

"My oldest brother is probably the most responsible out of all of us. He probably worries the most. My second-oldest is the tough guy. He likes to talk with his fist, which is fine with me. We usually end up wrestling if I'm ever in a bad mood. That quickly makes me feel better. You've already met Don. He's the genius of the family, as you can tell. He's taught me everything I know. And you've already spoken to Mike, if not met him personally. He's a bit of a prankster and he likes to butt into my life, as you can tell," I answered, only giving him the most basic of information on my brothers. The last thing my family needed was someone having our strengths and weaknesses because I got too trusting.

"Sounds interesting. What was it like, growing up with four brothers?"

"Just as you said, interesting." Both of us started chuckling quietly, just as our food arrived. "What did you order for me, by the way?"

"I think you'll like it. All my friends thought it was good when I had them try it. I can't tell you what it is yet, though."

"Why am I suddenly afraid?"

"It'll be fine. Trust me."

"You asked me to give you a chance, Gage, not to trust you," I pointed out with a serious tone, but then started laughing again.

"Alright," he said, chuckling as well, "just trust me on this one thing, then."

I nodded and looked down into brown broth that reminded me of chicken soup. Pooling some of the broth into my spoon, I tried a bit and could taste various spices within it. I couldn't be sure what they were, but they blended well. As I ate, I found pieces of white meat mixed in with the broth and some vegetables. Gage was right. It was delicious. It almost reminded me of a pork soup, but perhaps with some pumpkin spice added to it. That is really the only way I can describe it.

"Alright, so what is it?" I asked when I was halfway done.

"Turtle soup," Gage answered with a smile.

My eyes widened in shock and I gasped loudly; probably too loudly for the small space we were in. I noticed a few heads turning to face me, but I didn't particularly care. I dropped my spoon and it landed with a harsh clank in the bowl as the broth splashed onto the table. I covered my mouth, feeling very sick, and sobbed as I tried to hold back the bile in my throat.

"Oh, God," I whispered hoarsely.

"Amy? What's wrong?" Gage asked, obviously very concerned.

"I… I have to go." I stood up and ran through the restaurant, pushing my way through the door. I felt as if I was going to vomit right there if I didn't hurry and get home. I ran as fast as I could down the street, which certainly didn't help the feeling in my stomach. A car pulled up beside me and I started to run again.

"Amy, wait. Let me give you a ride home. I'm sorry. I had no idea," Gage called, rolling the passenger window down. I swallowed a few times, trying to gain control of my breathing as well as the sickly feeling I had. Nodding once I opened the door to Gage's car and slid into the passenger seat.

"Just go to the antique shop I work in. We live right above it," I told him, my voice shaking. Gage began driving down the road, his fingers tight around the steering wheel.

"Amy, I'm really sorry. If I had known you had something against turtles, I wouldn't have ordered it."

"I-It's alright. How could you have known, right?" I managed to control myself for the rest of the ride to the antique shop, though it was wearing down on my nerves greatly. As soon as the car rolled to a stop, I got out and walked towards the doors of April's shop.

"Amy," Gage said as I reached for the handle. I turned to face him. "I understand if you don't want see me again. But, for what it's worth, I enjoyed spending time with you tonight."

I nodded shakily before walking into the shop and darting across the room to slip out the side door. I wasn't sure how much longer I'd be able to keep myself under control, as I was sure I was going to be sick at any moment. Climbing down into the city's sewer system, I ran back home as fast as I could in the heeled sandals Michelangelo had suggested I wear. I was sick twice on the way back home, and couldn't stop the horrified tears from falling down my face. I finally made it back to the lair, choking on my sobs and probably looking like a mess.

"Amy!" my brothers all yelled and ran up to check me over. Seeing their concerned faces only sent me into another fit of sobs.

"I'm sorry!" I cried. "I didn't mean to!"

"Amy, what are you talking about?" Leonardo asked as he rubbed my back and led me to sit on the couch. I buried my face in my hands as I sobbed.

"What'd he do to ya?" Raphael asked angrily and I knew he was about to storm out of the lair and kill Gage. I shook my head as I cried.

"Not Gage… I ate… I didn't know!"

"Oh," Donatello breathed and I knew he'd understood.

"What is it, dude?" Mikey asked.

"Amy, did he order for you?" I nodded. "And was it what I think it is?" I nodded once more, trying not to dry heave. The rest of my brothers seemed to understand.

"Aw, man!" Mikey yelled, only to be hit in the head by Raphael. "I mean- It's okay, Amy. We forgive you." This earned him another whack.

"Don't worry about it. We're not blaming you," Leo said in a reassuring tone.

"Yeah, we blame that otha guy," Raph added.

"No. It was an honest mistake." I sighed and pulled away from my eldest brother's embrace.

"Are you okay?" Don asked gently.

"Yeah… I'm just going to lay down now… hopefully settle my stomach," I answered weakly and walked up to my room.

Like I said, I feel really bad for doing that... but it added humor. Poor Amy, though. I'm going to try and lighten up on her for next chapter... Hmmm... I'll need to talk to my co-author for some ideas to move this along. lol. Well, I hope you liked this chapter. Please R&R.