Okay, just answering the questions of a reader in this part.

1) Yes. Hanna is in her twenties.

2) I can only imagine that Leatherhead's anatomy is half crocodile since he's an alien in this story instead of a mutant. So I would imagine his anatomy being half croc half...uh...yeah. I would also suspect that there are certain guidelines for a courtship ritual that he has to endure. I thought a small exchange of blood could trigger a chemical reaction in both of them, marking them as mates.

So yeah, pretty sure that she was surprised if not downright impressed with his size down there.

3) There are some amusing scenes to come but I don't think having LH go down on Hanna is one of them. With his jaw shape and his teeth- it just wouldn't be safe for Hanna. The same could be said of Hanna going down on LH.

After all, if he lost himself and gripped her head- he could wind up killing her by ripping her head off or something. God knows he's strong enough.

Anyways, I'll figure something out in an effort to keep it from being boring so...just keep an eye out.

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Splinter set a tea cup down in front of Leatherhead before taking his own seat. "Please forgive my sons, my friend. They have been worried about you since yesterday when you came to visit." Splinter said as he stared at LH over the rim of his tea cup. His friend looked different to him, though he couldn't quite place why.

And then there was his behavior- if his sons had gone into LH's lair while he hadn't been there it could only be because they were looking for an explanation about his strange behavior.

Frankly Splinter thought his sons needed a few extra grueling lessons on tact and stealth for being caught. After all, a caught ninja- was a dead ninja. And since his son's had all been caught more or less intruding in their friend's lair then perhaps he should beat that particular lesson into their skulls again as well.

LH's yellow gold eyes flickered to him for a moment, before he looked away. "I can understand them being worried, Splinter-san. But I have a strong need for privacy right now."

"Yes. I can sense that in you. Though I don't know why-" Splinter said before asking, "Perhaps you mind telling me what has you so anxious?"

Leatherhead jerked a little bit in his seat and looked at Splinter again, his mind kicking into overdrive. Was he anxious? He hadn't noticed. But it would certainly explain why he had this odd sudden sense of urgency. It would certainly explain why he felt the need to suddenly clean his lair of all the debree. LH was quiet for a moment or so as he mulled over the elderly rat's words, then shrugged his broad shoulders.

Unsure of what to say.

He had no idea why he was so anxious, he just was. Just like he didn't know what was driving him to clean his lair. He just knew that he needed it clean. "I...honestly have no idea..." LH finally said.

Splinter made a humming sound and took a sip of his tea before lowering the cup and saying bluntly, "perhaps your instincts are pushing you to nest subconsciously." LH sputtered as a vivid red flush worked it's way up his neck.

"I am not nesting!"

"Hn." Splinter said without much conviction. After all the smell of the softly floral scent clinging to the crocodile was more or less a dead give away that his nesting period coming up. But Splinter was a tad bit puzzled as to why Leatherhead didn't seem to notice such a small detail. Perhaps my son's were right to worry. Our friend is not himself.

But that wasn't going to stop him from reteaching his son's the importance of manners, stealth and a few other things. LH sighed as the tip of his tail twitched a little bit. He didn't have time for this- this, whatever it was. No, he needed to get back to his lair and resume his cleaning then go over his medical supplies.

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Hanna was sitting on her porch watching the sunset when she heard the engine of a car and inwardly groaned as a sky blue Pontiac pulled up to the house and Mrs. Morrison and a large muscular man with long ash blonde hair wearing a black vest and torn jeans.

That bitch! Hanna thought darkly as she slammed her hands down on the porch railing, snapping the wood under her hands in a fit of temper as she heard Morrison call out, "Yoo-hoo! Honey, are you home?"

I'll kill her this time and feed her to the sharks, so help me god- She thought as she growled as the elderly woman and her companion came into view. "Oh! There you are Hanna dear. I figured that since you turned down all other offers from my buyer that having someone come as a rap for that person to talk to you might be for the best." Morrison said cheerfully, though Hanna noted with some satisfaction that she was eyeing the broken porch railing warily.

If you think that is intimidating then wait until I pick up your car and throw it at your head, you old witch- "Didn't I tell you multipule times that I'm not interested in selling? Why don't you fuck off already." Hanna said rudely as she turned to go inside of her house when the blonde man suddenly placed himself between her and the door.

Which wasn't a smart move since she was feeling more than a little pissed at the moment. Looking up at his face, she gave him a killer's glare. Hoping to incinerate him on the spot as Morrison chirped, "Hanna, hon. This is my grandson Hun. He's here on behalf of my buyer. Won't you please give him a few minutes to talk to you?"

Hanna glanced back at the woman and felt the insane urge to punch her in the face. Hun? As in the Hun of the Purple Dragons? And he was standing on her front porch. Glaring at the elderly woman she spat, "Oh, you stupid bitch." If the woman was shocked by her language or hostility, she didn't show it. Hun however did.

He gave her a blood chilling smirk just a moment before bringing his fist down on her back between her shoulders, catching her off guard as he drove her to her knees shaking and gasping in pain.

Merde! It felt like her back and neck had both been broken! Her vision blurred and she suddenly found it hard to breathe as a large hand grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her feet. She saw what looked like a smirking pair of lips moving, but no sound came out. And the next thing she knew...was nothing but darkness.