Hello interwebers, see I can update. Or at least put up a new chapter for this. Look what I'm trying to say is, I know it been a while, but I'm back. I hope you enjoy this new installment of Mutated Hearts and look at some of my other stuff. If you have any request or comments, I would love to hear them. Until then AdmiralThunderBolt over and out.


Being the first one up, at least out of his brothers, Leonardo made his way to the dojo. Only to stop when a loud clang erupted from the kitchen. Sprinting towards the noise, but he was surprised to see Janie instead of an intruder.

She was covered in flour and other bits of ingredients. A pan laid on the ground in front of her and a sheepish grin directed at himself.

"I thought I would make breakfast." She said, with a nervous giggle.

By that time, the rest of his family had gathered in the door way, also alerted by the noise. All seemed to react differently to the sight of the situation. Michelangelo was smiling, Raphael was laughing, Donatello was blushing, and Splinter had an amused look on his face.

Their reactions seemed to infuriate her. She let out a huff, "Do you know how hard it is to cook with claws. Especially, when its your first time!" She looked at their expressions again and then at herself. Letting out a small giggle she said, "I guess I do look silly."

Being the one with the most tact, Master Splinter moved into the kitchen first. "What exactly are you cooking, it smells delicious."

The exclamation, brought everyone's attention to the amazing smells. They quickly piled into the kitchen, ready to hear what she had prepared.

With a big smile, she reached into the oven and brought out piping hot biscuits. Setting them on the table she added; sausage, eggs, and gravy. As soon as it was put out everyone dug in.

Donatello was the first to stop eating long enough to question her. "Where did you learn to make this, its incredible." He then stuffed another mouthful in, waiting for an answer.

"That's generations of Watkins know how. My dad taught me, his mom taught him and so on. That's one of the more useful things he's taught me." Felling home sick, she just poked at her food.

Trying to lighten the mood Mikey said, "You never said where you were from."

A small, sad laugh escaped her. "Alabama, although I didn't really like it. We never got any really winters. No snow, just cold wind."

At that statement Michelangelo perked up. "It snows all the time up here, tons of it. When it does snow we can build a snowman and make snow angels and lots of other stuff."

Knowing what her was trying to do Janie smiled, "That'd be nice Mikey."

"Now that everyone is done with breakfast, we should head to the dojo for training. Thank you Miss Janie, it was delicious." Splinter gave her a bow, then left for the training room.

All the boys sent her their verbal thanks, including a stubborn Raphael. Gathering the dirty dishes, she was shocked to find Donatello doing the same.

"Why aren't you with the others?" She questioned, assuming he would follow his brothers.

"You've already cooked for us, when you didn't have to. The least I can do is clean up." He smiled as he set an arm load of dishes in the sink.

"No what you need to do is go train." She stated, steering him out the kitchen door. "Besides how can I repay you guys, if I don't do the work. Now get in there and kick some butt."

He stopped in front of the dojo doors and looked back at her retreating form. This girl was unlike any he had ever met. Although the only female he really knew was April, he could name a multitude of differences between the two already.

As he walked through the doors to the training room, he remembered something important from her file. Making an impromptu decision he went to talk to Master Splinter.


Putting the last dish away and cleaning herself up a bit, Janie made her way into the dojo. She was hoping to see some ass kicking karate, but only found all of the turtle and their master huddled in a circle talking. What made her even more suspicious was that they stopped talking when she entered the room. Felling out of place, she decided to ease the tension. "Why'd you stop talking, is it about me or something." She attempted a joke, but seeing the guilty looks on the turtles face and the concerned one on Master Splinter, she grew worried.

Moving forward Splinter explained, "Donatello has brought it to my attention that you were made to defeat us, but were never trained."

Shocked she swung her head in Donny direction, "You told him what was in my file, before you told me, the person it affects the most." She was upset; he didn't even let her explain her side. Instead he told on her and got her in trouble. She felt like she was back in elementary.

Donny was about to make his defense, when Splinter beat him to it. "He only brought the issue forward that you have no combat training. Donatello was only looking out for your best interest."

"Oh." Was all the girl could utter, a deep blush set across her face.

"Yes, and I would like to help you hone your new abilities. If you would allow me to do so." Master Splinter thought it would go over better with the emotional female, if he offered rather than demanded her to train. And he was right.

"I accept."