Wowie, it's been a while hasn't it? Well, sorry it's been so long, because of the lack of reviews and the lack of a working internet connection I wasn't able to post this until now... It's been done for about a month. Ha ha. Anyway, I hope you guys like this next chapter, it's a doozy!

Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT or any of its characters in similar related content. I only own Sarah, her family, and Lyonell.

Enjoy!

Sarah's POV

"W-who are you? W-what're you doing here?" the man stuttered nervously, You... you're the thieves, aren't you? The ones that stole all the other things! You're just coming back for more, aren't you? You... y-you... thing... i-in the red! Drop that picture! You have no right to touch it!"

Raph glared daggers at him and kept his grip firm on the picture... whatever it was.

I took a step forward, realizing who it was.

"W-wait! Leo stop, stop, don't shoot! It's me! It's Sarah!" I managed to stutter out finally.

Leonardo chanced a glance at me. "Not you, him." I said.

"Liar!" the man cried, obviously not hearing my short comment to the other Leo, "You lie! She... sh-she's gone! She's dead; she's been dead for four years! "

"No," I said, a pleading look crossing my features, "Not dead, not dead... just... we were kidnapped Leo, right out of our own home! Jacob, a-and Albert, and my m-mom. And Xander, he was taken right along with me! Put the gun down Leo, for Pete's sake!"

"NO!" he barked, "I won't believe you! You can't be her! You... You! Can't! Be! Her! She never had any friends, especially not monsters! And you don't even look a thing like her! Sh-she... she had brown eyes, yours are blue!"

I took another step forward, "They were a brown and red mix and you know it!"

He looked startled, and he took a step back, "But that's... no... No, no, NO! Regardless of whatever you may say, you are not my best friend's little sister! It's... it's impossible! You look more like that thug over there then you do her!"

"Hey! I don't look like a thug... right Raph?" Casey said, apparently hurt by this statement.

The gun pointed away from me, directly at the "thug".

"Not the time to be offended Casey." I growled.

My gaze locked with the man... I knew it was him. Lyonell.

I knew it was him because I'd spent so much time loathing the guy. And over video games, no less...

"Put the gun down Lyonell... now. Put it down now." I said, forcefulness and warning layered in my voice.

"Who are you?" he said again, this time his voice cracked," H-how do you know who I am? I-if you don't tell me... then I'll... I'll..."

I could see his eyes darting from side to side. He was thinking of what to do next. He eyed the weapons my newfound friends had, and then he looked at Donnie.

"I'll kill you." he said, his anger rising over his fear, "You'll die first, monster."

I heard a faint click as he cocked the gun.

Donatello.

No.

"Lyonell! Why won't you believe me?" I cried, trying to stop him, "The only time I've ever lied to you was when Jacob lost your favorite bass pick and I told you it was Xander!"

Oops. Sorry big bro'...

"STALKER!" he screamed.

"NO!" I screamed equally as loud, "No Lyonell, no. Just... put the gun down and we'll talk. You don't want to shoot me... a-and even if you did, do you think this is what Xander would've wanted? Do you think Xander would want his best friend to kill his little sister? DO YOU? ANSWER ME DAMMIT!"

He stopped, a look of utter shock crossing his face.

"How... h-how..." he murmured, his eyes wide.

Finally, some sense.

"HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU COME HERE AND TELL ME WHAT HE WOULD WANT! HOW DARE YOU EVEN SPEAK XANDER'S NAME! YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He roared, spit flying from his mouth.

A loud sound went off in the room and Lyonell was blown immediately off his feet.

All that ran through my head though, was that he fired the gun.

He fired the gun.

He actually fired the gun.

He... h-he fired the gun.

No... n-no.

No.

No.

No.

No!

Donatello!

"NO!" I heard myself say.

Actually, 'say' wasn't the word for it... I more or less 'screamed' it.

Suddenly it felt as if the world was standing still, and everything was quiet. I could see Donatello, his eyes wide in surprise and shock. I could see in his face that he knew he didn't have enough time to dodge the oncoming bullet. I could see a kind of... a kind of dread in his face as he looked at me, at Casey, and at all his brothers.

Everything was standing so still in that one moment and I was the only one that was moving. Well, I was, Donatello was, and the bullet was.

I seemed to pitch forward, trying to get a proper footing to reach Donatello, to push him out of the way.

But I knew I couldn't.

I didn't have enough time.

So I did the next best thing.

I shielded him.

"You bastard!" Raph said, pulling him up by the front of his shirt and slamming him into the door, "You shot at my brotheh! You could've killed him! Now look what you've done! Sarah already had a bad gouge in 'er shoulda, and now she could die from that bullet-wound! Look at what you've done! I SAID LOOK DAMMIT!"

Slowly, cringing at Raphael's every word and movement, he turned his head to see Sarah, lying on the floor with Donatello trying to help her, the blood already spreading across and seeping into the carpet.

His eyes widened, "Oh... God..."

"God's got nothing teh do with it pal! You humans always do this! You always resort teh violence when you're scared! You always panic, you neveh think! You call us monstas, but that's bull! You're the monsta! You did this teh her, you bastard!" Raph roared with fury, his hands tightening around the man's neck.

Leo came forward, "Raph! That's enough! I'm shocked and I'm upset, but I think... he gets it now."

"NO! He does not get it Leo! Not until I pummel him teh within an inch of his life! Sarah's been locked up in a cage for four years and she had teh watch her family DIE! She had teh watch her own brother KILL himself Leo! Now she's lookin for the only thing she's got left! She didn't deserve her fate, and you know it! How would he get that Leo? How could he? He couldn't! He could neveh undehstand!" he replied, hands only increasing their vice-like grip.

"Mikey, help me with him!" Leo said, starting towards his red-clad brother.

But Michelangelo just stood there, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.

"Mikey!" Leo called.

He turned towards him slowly, "No."

Leo blinked, "Wh-what?"

"I said 'no' Leo." his hands were shaking now, "I've... I've got to help her."

He walked over to Donnie, who was fervently trying to stop the bleeding with a couple of towels.

While Mikey applied pressure, Donnie grabbed his pack and began searching through it for something to help her, anything to help her.

She just saved his life, after all.

Pulling out several bandages and some equipment needed for stitches, he began to sew up the wound carefully, his hands shaking.

Leo sighed heavily and called, "Casey! Come help me!"

The man nodded grimly and went to Raph's side.

"Raph, come on." he said quietly.

"NO! Not 'til I'm done!" he snarled back.

"Raph! If he dies then the whole reason Sarah came here will be for nothin! She'll go home with you guys empty-handed and even sadder!" Casey finally snapped.

"If she goes home at all." Raph said bitterly.

The vigilante shook his head and placed a hand firmly on his friends' shoulder, "Come on buddy. You know I'm right."

Raph looked from Casey, to Lyonell, to Sarah, and back to Casey, "Yeah, I know... but... but if she dies, I... I... God, I don't know what I'll do."

He finally released his hold on Lyonell, who then collapsed to the floor gulping huge breathes of air.

Raphael himself felt like collapsing to the floor, but instead he went over to the picture, where it lay forgotten, and picked it up.

He went over to sit by Mikey, who had gone over to the windowsill to sit.

"How's she doin?" he asked slowly, fearing the worst.

"I... I don't know bro'. W-we stopped the blood flowing from her wound, a-and Donnie's stitching her up... but... Donnie said it was really bad. He said a bullet wound from that close was really bad." Mikey said solemnly.

Raph gave a deep, heavy sigh, "I'm worried for her bro'. I... I want her teh be okay."

"Me too Raph. We all do." Mikey said simply, "We all do."

His brother was shaking. Michaelangelo, the comidic one, the one who always had a stupid joke and a funny smile on his face, was shaking. His face was contorted into a mix of fear and hurt.

Like he was grieving.

It was something Raph had never seen before, something... something that was just plain wrong.

"Stop that," he said harshly, "You look like she's already dea... a-already dea... dead."

The word caused his mouth to go dry; it formed a hard lump in his throat and a stinging in his eyes.

He wouldn't cry. Crying meant that he already accepted defeat, and if he did that... she wouldn't have a chance.

"Buck up Mikey," he said, resting a hand on his brother's shoulder, "She... she's gonna be okay. She wouldn't leave us like this, would she?"

Would she?

Mikey put his head in his hands, "For a h-human, she's n-not so b-bad. She even likes c-comic books."

Raph's beak twitched a slight smile, but then it disappeared. He looked up at Donnie, who'd just entered the room.

And waited.

Don's face took on one of utter exhaustion, "You know, if she keeps getting hurt like this, chances are I'll be more of a doctor than a ninja."

Raph creased his brow, "It's not the time teh be jokin Donnie. You know that."

"Sorry," he said frowning, "I did all that I knew how to do. I... I stopped the bleeding, removed the bullet, stitched up the wound, and gave her some painkillers. The rest is up to her now. She needs rest."

Mikey looked up, "So she's... okay?"

He nodded, "That's a bit of an overstatement, but... yeah, that's the jist of her condition. Like I said before, she's gonna need rest, and a lot of it."

Raph let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

'Thank god.'

Oh wow. Incredibly, I didn't leave off on a major cliffhanger. But I wonder... what'll happen to this Lyonell guy?

R & R, if you please. Gratzi!