'Allo poppets! So glad to see you all! :) So, I went home from college the other day and totally switched out my Twilight books for my Percy Jackson series. My story is making me want to re-read them all! :D Anyway, this chapter is rated T for a bit of strong language...thanks to my OC...Anywho, I only own my plotline and OC's. Thanks to Jess Marylin and Ravwnhearst for reviewing!

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Raphael found his family had already gone back to their apartment. Making his way there, he thought long and hard about how he was going to break it to them about Hannah...Achilles...whatever. He gripped the hilt of his sai tighter and grimaced. He had a feeling that the Daimyo would advance Hannah on instead of him, and if so he knew he'd never hear the end of it from his brothers. He'd be done after the first round. Mikey would never let him live it down.

But, apparently Hannah needed to advance in the tournament. It seemed really important to her. He didn't know why, but he found himself drawn to her. Maybe it was the way she fought, or the way she spoke and acted. Maybe it was because she was so tough. Whatever the reason, Raphael knew he didn't want her to hate him.

He sighed as he approached the front door of their apartment. He entered and was surprised to find the front room empty. Immediately he felt relieved. If his family wasn't there, how could he tell them? He headed toward his room, planning on sleeping off the fight.

"Raphael," a calm voice stopped him. He froze mid-step and turned to face the room across from his.

"Yes, sensei?"

Master Splinter came out of his own room and faced his second-oldest son. He stared up at the turtle, a stern look on his face.

"Why did you hold back, my son?"

Shell, he knew.

"Um...well I–"

"Tell me the truth, Raphael."

Raph bit his beak, then the whole story came out. "Achilles is a girl!"

Splinter blinked in surprise, stepping back slightly. "What?"

"Her real name's Hannah, and she's with this group of...of..." He couldn't remember what they called themselves. "Anyway, I helped her fight off this monster, a...a minotaur, our first night here. This girl is hard core, Master Splinter. She fought with broken ribs and everything!"

"Slow down, my son," Splinter said. "How long have you known her true identity?"

"Since that night. Don't tell the Daimyo, Master. She really needs to win this competition."

Splinter looked up at his son curiously. "Is there anything else?"

Raphael visibly sagged, his shoulders drooping forward. "We made a deal to end our fight in a tie, and faked the whole thing." At least, we were supposed to. He thought Hannah had really been fighting him for a few minutes during their bout.

"Why?" Splinter asked, his eyes narrowing.

"I...she's a girl, sensei. A girl. She's not like Karai was, deserving to get her butt kicked. She...I couldn't fight her and feel good about it."

Master Splinter reached up and gripped Raphael's shoulder. "It is all right, my son. I will not tell the Daimyo...but you must tell your brothers when they return."

"Yes, Father."

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Hannah skipped down the street, revelling in the afternoon sunshine. She'd taken a quick shower before going out, and was now dressed in a white t-shirt and dark skinny jeans. She'd pulled her still-slightly-damp hair into a messy side-braid. Just in case, she'd slipped Anaklusmos into her back pocket. Weaving through the crowds, she found a sunny spot on a ledge overlooking the battle arena and sat down. She dangled her bare feet over the edge and set the book she'd been carrying on her lap.

Being a descendant of demigods, her brain was wired differently from a mortal human's. Most demigods were diagnosed with having ADHD and dyslexia. Her body was made for fighting, her brain designed to understand Greek, not English. The book in her lap was one that her mother had translated for her–Treasure Island. It was hard, and it had taken her mother Annabeth four years to complete, but it was her prized possesion now. The handmade cover was worn so much you could barely make out the words on the front. The pages were tattered, but readable. Hannah found her place and began to read. She lost herself to the pages, not paying attention to the crowds around her or the time.

"Well, lookie who we have here," a voice said.

Hannah jolted out of her book-world and looked up sharply. The other three turtles–Raphael's brothers–were standing behind her. The one in the orange mask was squatting next to her with a wide smile on his face. It was he who had spoken.

"What's up, dudette?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing," Hannah replied politely. "Just reading." She closed her book and held it up to show them.

As if they really wanted proof she was actually reading.

"Mind if we sit?" The one in the blue mask came around to her other side.

She shook her head. "Not at all."

The three brothers sat and looked out at the arena in silence. Hannah discreetly glanced at all of them, hoping they didn't notice.

There were subtle differences between them. Such as the colors of their skin. The one in the blue mask was a standard green, like what you would expect a green crayon to look like on paper. The one in the orange was like a paler version of the one in blue, while the one in the purple–Donatello–had an olive tone to his. Their eyes were different, too. Orange-boy's were blue, Donny's were hazel, and Blue-mask's were a dark gray.

Hannah looked out over the arena and leaned back, bracing her hands against the ground. She compared Raphael's brothers to him. She knew his skin was darker, more of a hunter green, and his eyes were golden brown.

"So, how'd you like the fight earlier?" Again, one of them brought her out of her own thoughts. This time, it was the one in blue who had spoken.

She shrugged. "It was all right. Achilles held his own...as did your brother."

"Yeah, that was odd," Donny noted. "He was holding back. Raph normally doesn't do that."

"Huh. Really?" Hannah feigned indifference, but inside her heart was pounding. They knew.

"Hah. Maybe Raphie's just giving up. He knows he's gonna hafta fight me again in order to win!" the one in orange exclaimed.

"I take it you're the champion from the last tournament?" Hannah asked him. Mentally she made a note to remember him. He was the best one here, according to his title. But, that title would have to end soon.

"I don't think that's it, Mikey," the one in blue told his brother. "Something else is going on. Something...weird."

Hannah shrugged. "Achilles hasn't said anything about it. Actually...he doesn't really talk to any of us about the fights. He sticks to his room and sleeps."

"What's his real name?" Donatello asked. "'Achilles' can't be his real name, unless your parents had a sick sense of humor."

Hannah scrambled for an answer. She'd hoped they'd all just call the entity "Achilles" and be done with it. "I...I can't tell you," she said. "We can't let it get out. It's for his protection."

"But," the orange one–Mikey–spoke up. "We know your name. How is that different?"

"That's a good point. How is it different, Hannah?" the blue one turned to her.

"I...I really need to go." She stood up to leave, but what the blue-masked one said next made her freeze in her tracks.

"Or should we call you Achilles?"

She slowly turned around to face them, her eyes wide with surprise and horror. The blue one had his arms crossed and was looking at her with narrow, untrusting eyes. Donatello looked irritated and slightly hurt, while Mikey looked at Hannah expectantly.

"Shit..."

A/N: Oh snap, the cat's out of the bag now. I figured Leo would be the one to notice first, seeing as he's...well...Leo. And he's not exactly stupid. Please review! :D