A/N: Hello! This chapter was supposed to be out last night but every time I went to log on the security code was broken. I'm warning you all now that I'm rather nervous about this chapter. Seeing as it is my first fan fiction I wary and a little bit scared of the romance aspect. I want to do it justice and build up to it. Let's hope I won't be a total utter failure in that department.

Also, completely off topic, I wanted to let you all know that this tale is going to be a little bit of a ride. I managed to get the outline completely finished and it's going to be a pretty long story. I'm excited and hopefully you all are too! The romance isn't the main aspect of this tale but it will happen along the way. I'm also going to warn that every romance is not going to go smoothly, there will be tons of struggles due to the issues all the characters have. Hopefully that's alright!

Thank you ever so much to England101, Drusilla52, BubblyShell22, TheDCStar, mela989898, Diana Fay, & LadyJemsie! You guys make me so happy! Hopefully you continue to enjoy :)

011 – The Last Good Time in Town

Megan wished she had a concussion to blame this all on. The turtles were enough for one night, she could handle them she supposed but the giant rat, well, that pushed her over the edge. She had cracked. Maybe she was drunk. Probably drugged. This wasn't – couldn't be happening but it was and Megan's head was spinning.

"Ooze?" She looked to Lana for support but the girl just sort of shrugged her shoulders, body covered in an abundance of blankets. Her lips weren't blue anymore but her teeth were still chattering. The sound was getting annoying fast.

"Yes, ooze, Miss. Rios. It is the reason for our mutation," said the elderly rat Splinter.

"Right."

This was fucking insane.

"What about the Purple Dragons? What's so important about some dumb locket?"

"We don't know," replied Leonardo. "Don and April are going to continue searching to see if they can find the grave site it was found in. It may give us some clues."

Leonardo was authoritative. Maybe that was why he rubbed her the wrong way. She didn't like figures of authority. It was why she dropped out of school and it was why she couldn't hold down a job. People telling her what to do didn't fly well with her.

"Okay."

Lana looked concerned. "Meg? Are you sure you're alright?"

No. Megan was far from alright but she wasn't about to let Lana know that. Lana cried when she was sad, when she was angry and she smiled when she was happy. Megan didn't do that. Megan couldn't do that. She'd keep it all in until she exploded because she had too.

"I'm fine, Lana," said her friend, smiling a fake little smile that no one could see through. It had taken her years but Megan had that grin down to a tee. "I mean as fine as I'm supposed to be after almost being killed for the second time. Which reminds me, how long are we going to have to stay down here?"

"You may leave whenever you'd like," continued Leonardo but that's not what Megan meant. She'd be damned if she was going back up there when a gang Lord wanted her head. She may be a little bold, a little rash but she wasn't stupid.

"No," she said. "I mean how long is it going to take until its safe up there?"

"Whatever they're trying to accomplish is going down on the night of the 31st. It will end then."

Two days? She could deal with that. Lana had already been here that long and despite being nearly frozen solid she looked decent enough. The mutant, giant humanoid animal ninja thing would be an adjustment but Megan was sure she'd get use to it. Well, maybe not use to it but she'd be able to deal with it for the time being.

"Right, well, if that's settled then I think I'd like to go to bed. How about you, Lana?"

"Bed? But Connie -"

Megan hadn't forgotten Connie but she knew just as well as Lana that Connie wouldn't be coming out anytime soon. The girl had managed to lock herself in the bathroom and though the tears had stopped Megan could only imagine what was going through that poor kid's mind. Connie didn't handle stress well which made her wonder why the girl ever thought about becoming a doctor. Connie would never tell her when she asked during their late night study sessions.

Connie was more private then Megan was.

Megan ruffled her hair, the short bob already dried. "Like she's coming out of there anytime soon. Will's the only one who can calm her down."

Lana knew that and she released a little sigh. They couldn't bring William down here and they'd be stupid to try and bring the sniveling girl back up top. The cops would drill her and she'd crumble under the pressure, probably sending her farther into insanity.

"Is there a reason she's like that?" asked Casey Jones. Megan grinned. He was attractive and if he wasn't already married she'd have already been working on that.

"We don't know," said Megan, a little drier than usual. Damn him and his muscles. Why the hell did he have to be married?

"Honestly," said Lana. She sounded quiet, maybe even a little ashamed. "We don't... know that much about Connie."

The red masked turtle, Raphael, looked doubtful and slightly confused. "Ya both lived with her, didn't ya?"

"Yes," Lana replied. She looked like she was drowning in a giant sleeping bag, bundled so tight that she should've been scorching by now. Her cheeks were still pale. "But Con keeps to herself. Her parents are rich, she was homeschooled and she really likes Jane Austen but we don't know how she... thinks."

Megan nodded. "Her brother does."

Was it bad that they knew very little about the girl they were supposed to be best friends with? Megan frowned. Connie was important but she didn't have as many things in common with her. Lana and Megan clicked instantly, bonding over bars and boys but Connie, if Megan could remember it, was a struggle.

"I'm going to go see if she's ready to come out," Lana muttered, slipping to her feet and dragging her mound of covers with her. "Cause I mean you never know."

No, you didn't but Megan was pretty sure Connie wouldn't be leaving that room anytime soon. She didn't even bother to watch Lana go, listen as the girl gently knocked on the door – didn't want to scare Connie after all – and tried encouraging her out. Megan just sat there, uncomfortably peering at her new roommates.

"So -" Megan felt weird talking to these six without Lana near her. "You think I could call my mom? To let her know I'm not lying in an alley somewhere with my head chopped off?"

Their father answered, "Of course. We just ask that you keep your whereabouts a secret."

"Not a problem," she replied, shifting and yanking her cell phone from her back pocket. The flooring in this place sang wherever she stepped so Lana heard her when she was coming up beside. Megan quietly rapped her knuckles along the wood of the door. "Hey Connie? I know you don't wanna come out but you want me to call your family? I can tell Will you're safe and sound."

They waited until they heard a breathy sigh come from behind the door. Lana looked relieved and Megan felt pleased. At least they knew she was still breathing back there.

"Just... give me a minute," was all Connie said but a minute turned into ten and Megan no longer had the patients to just stand there. Lana muttered that she should go to bed, that Donatello had offered them his room for the night and Megan would if Lana came with her.

The bundled up girl told the bathroom door where they were going and bid the turtles a gentle goodnight. Megan just clung to her cell phone.

"So... giant turtles, guess you weren't crazy, were you?"

"Guess not," said Lana. They were both lying upon Donatello's bed, a small double that made them squish together but neither could complain. Lana was pleased by the warmth and Megan was happy with the company.

Megan smiled. "What a night."

"I'd say."

"You think it's done now?"

Lana peered over at her friend. The girl was staring at the ceiling, thin face tilted. In the dim light of Donnie's table lamp Lana could see the many scars littering her face. They were thin but long and maybe with time would fade but right now they seemed so prominent. Lana couldn't imagine what Megan had gone through, couldn't even begin to comprehend but here she was, grinning at the ceiling like everything was alright.

"What do you mean?"

"This." She raised her hands high, motioning to the tiny area. "Is tonight the last night we'll have to deal with this?"

"Course," replied Lana but she wasn't sure if she really believed herself. "I mean I don't plan on going to work... sort of learned my lesson there but I wouldn't worry. The boys will take care of it."

"Will they?"

"You don't trust them?"

Megan shrugged. "S'not that. Just not sure I buy all this shit about raising the dead."

Lana lay silent.

"Don't tell me you do?"

"N-No, you can't raise the dead but I just..." Lana released a laugh. "There are four giant turtles out there. I mean I don't know."

Megan just scoffed. They laid in silence until Lana could hear gentle breaths beside her. Megan was fast asleep and it blew her mind how the girl seemed so unfazed about everything. Even her sleep seemed undisturbed while Lana just rolled to her side, trying hard to forget the man with the gun to her friend's head. After a good ten minutes of listening to Megan's peaceful sounds, she slid to her feet.

All Connie could see was her mother and the blood that covered the bedroom floor. She sat curled up against the wall, shoved against the tub and toilet. There were ducks on the shower curtain and a large duffle bag in the far corner. Colourful clothing spilled from it and Connie realized that it had to have been Lana's.

The bathroom seemed clean but worn. The floor was cold but Connie didn't mind. She liked the cold; it kept her in tune, kept her mind where she needed it to be. Her ankle hurt but she'd rather feel that pain then sit and think about her mother. It was her fault after all.

If Megan or Lana had been killed tonight it would've been her fault and Connie was having a hard time living with that. She just wasn't made for this. She just couldn't handle it. The only reason she was attempting to be a doctor was because her mother couldn't anymore but Connie knew it was just a matter of time before the truth would have to come out. She wasn't strong enough to be a doctor let alone face the horrors of the real world.

There was a very gentle knock at the door, a hesitant sound. Connie's head snapped up. She hoped it wasn't Lana because she wasn't ready to face either of them.

"Uh, hi Connie!" said a male and Connie felt her heart race. It had to be one of the turtles. The ones she had screamed at when she saw them. Her face flushed. How embarrassing. "I know you don't want to come out – and you don't have to! – but I just, you know, really, really need to go. I mean I guess I could go in the sewer, it is a sewer after all, but I'd sort of prefer to use to the toilet because, you know, that's what it's meant for and all..."

He was still talking. He was talking to her and he wasn't yelling. Connie frowned. This was their only bathroom and she had completely taken over it. The turtle wasn't even rushing in like it could. He could just yank her out but he wasn't.

"So I mean if that's all clear you can come out – if you'd like – and then I can go and you can go right back in after if that's what you want."

"One moment," she said, her voice still and sheepish.

There was silence on the end of the door until he began speaking again. "Oh! Yeah, sure, I can wait!"

Connie slowly got to her feet, using the tub as a support before she limped towards Lana's bag and gathered a pair of sleeping pants and a t-shirt. Her coat may have taken most of the wet but she still felt numb in her clothes. With the bundle of Lana's clothing clutched tight in her hand, she opened the door.

An instant fear swept through her build until she saw a smile slide over the turtle's face. Connie returned it, hesitant and shaking but it was a smile nonetheless.

"Connie?"

She peered over to see Lana sitting between the one with the red mask and a large man with dark hair. Lana looked... delighted to see her and Connie felt herself relax at little.

"I, uh, don't mean to rush you but I sort of -"

Peering back at the turtle, she caught sight of an orange mask framing a pair of bright blue eyes. He looked anxious as he shifted back and forth and she quickly realized she was in his way.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'll move." After shifting to the side, the bundle of clothing clutched tightly in her arms, the blue eyed turtle rushed inside. The door closed behind him. Surprising even herself, Connie managed a giggle just as Lana appeared at her side. The brunette had placed a hand around her waist, aiding the girl and allowing her to drop most of her weight into her.

"Are you alright?" She asked. Connie was pleased to see Lana's cheeks flushed, the warmth brought back to her once snow white face. "How's your ankle?"

"It's a mild sprain," said Connie. "I will be fine."

Would she? Lana didn't look convinced.

"Meg's sleeping but the bed's big enough to share. I'll bring you to her, okay?"

Connie nodded gently, eyes down cast as they hobbled past the living area. Sleep sounded nice.

When Lana awoke the next morning she awoke to silence. The television wasn't playing and the roar of the water had stilled, signalling that it had stopped raining outside. Most of the lights were on in her makeshift home but none of her new roommates could be seen. How early was it?

Rolling on to her side, she could see the DVD player flashing 6:30 in dull blue numbers. Lana hadn't been up this early in years but when she closed her eyes in an attempt to snooze, she was greeted with nothing but utter alertness. There would be no falling asleep now so with a blanket draped around her shoulders she began a search for anyone else awake. Master Splinter and Leonardo would be and probably Donatello seeing as she had heard his typing late into the night.

Donnie wasn't at his desk but there was a cot set up beside it, a blanket haphazardly tossed upon it when he awoke. April and Casey were nowhere to be found but Lana figured they had left after she passed out on the couch. The slow drip, drip, drip could be heard like the ticking of a clock and Lana seemed to relax under the sound until she heard a loud grunt.

Of course, she thought. They were training.

Lana had yet to be awake early enough to see their routine so with quiet feet she wandered towards the grunts and groans. Peeking inside, she found a smiling Master Splinter greeting her at the door.

"Good morning, Lana. How was your sleep?" asked the rat. He was leaning against his cane, eyes now locked to his sons.

"Uh, surprisingly good," she replied. The room they had turned into a makeshift dojo had probably once been a living room for the men that worked here. It was huge with a high ceiling and walls covered in old, peeling wallpaper. "Sorry I didn't mean to bother you -"

"Nonsense," Master Splinter said. "You are welcome to sit and watch. My sons were just about to begin sparing."

After saying a few hellos, Lana quietly placed herself beside their sensei. With just a nod, the turtles quickly engaged in combat leaving Lana a little breathless. She had seen fights before. Vince and Elijah had been avid UFC fans and sometimes she'd tag along when they went to the bar to watch the showing. Watching the turtles was nothing like UFC. They moved fluidly, swiftly like they were calculating their opponent's moves, always a step ahead.

Michelangelo was the fastest out of all four of them; he moved and leapt through the air without a single hitch, dodging his brother's swings. Lana's mouth was a gape. She could barely jump that high on a trampoline let alone actually look like she belonged floating through the air. Most of the time Lana's arms would flap like a crimpled duck before she'd land on her bum, cackling about how fun trampolines were. She could only imagine the skill Mikey would have on one.

Leonardo held no emotion when he fought, a stiff poker face that'd give Megan a run for her money. He rushed Donatello with grace, feet moving faster then she had ever seen and quickly engaging his brother in a duel. Donnie grunted, Bo staff high and ready as he counteracted Leo's swing. Even though he was the smart one, the one that spent his time fiddling around with machines Donnie still moved like a pro, easily sweeping at his brother's ankles before Leo leapt out of the way. If anything, Donnie was the threat out of all four of them.

Engaging Mikey with a roar was the hotheaded Raphael. He was the largest of the brothers, tall and rippled with muscles. Raph looked like he could bend a bus in half with just one squeeze. His arms were huge, constantly flexing and Lana felt herself bite at her bottom lip. Shit, were they supposed to be that attractive? She swallowed, hard, and tried hard to look elsewhere but found her eyes drifting to Raph's butt. Were tails allowed to be cute? Cause if they were Lana was pretty sure was smitten at the way the tiny appendage moved and those thighs – fuck! She had never seen such perfect thighs in her life and when part of her began to drift, thinking about the way it would feel to wrap her own around them she released a loud squeak.

"What is wrong, Lana?" Master Splinter spoke calmly, watching as she leapt to her feet.

"I – I just had an idea," She murmured, hurriedly before rushing from the room. The door slammed behind her and she, shaking, leaned against it. The grunts, the roars and a cackle from Mikey could still be heard so Lana rushed towards the kitchen, ducking inside and dropping into a chair.

What was wrong with her?

She couldn't be fantasizing especially not about a turtle. Lana was human and this, whatever it was, would never work. She wasn't allowed to actually want this but no matter how many times she told herself she was wrong, Lana couldn't help but think about the way Raphael's arms flexed or the way sweat dribbled down his face.

"Fuck," she whispered.

What would Megan think? What would Raph think? He'd probably look at her like she was some freak. Neither of them could be attracted to humans, could they? I mean she wasn't green and she didn't have a shell. The more Lana thought about it she was pretty hairy to. She was just some girl who was displacing these feelings on him because he saved her multiple times. Was that reason? It could be, she thought. It would be hard not to feel something for the man – er, turtle – that saved her life constantly.

But why not Mikey? Michelangelo had been around her longer, she got along with him the best but maybe that was just it. She didn't realize until now that the late night movies, the video games and the little geek fests they had reminded her of Elijah and when he had been normal. They used to spend hours in her room, playing their Game Boys until her Aunt would say it was time to go. When Elijah lost his parents Lana spent every night watching a movie with him until the nightmares finally ended when he turned fifteen. Michelangelo was her old Elijah and Lana released a horrified sob.

How fucked up was she?

This, all this would have to stop. Pretending to not be attracted to someone was easy or at least for Lana. That she could ignore... hopefully and as for Mikey, he was just Mikey. He wasn't Elijah and would never become Elijah which Lana was quite thankful for. She was pretty sure if either of these boys tossed her out she'd probably never get over it.

Now all Lana needed to do was keep her mind busy so she dropped the blanket around her shoulders upon a chair and began to search through the cupboards. Despite the rather mix match order of the kitchen she managed to find a large bowl and some cocoa powder. There were enough ingredients in her search that she could conjure up a large cake. Lana knew both Megan and Connie would appreciate it. It'd be a little piece of normalcy and she would make sure she didn't make too big of a mess that Connie would have an aneurism over.

After pulling out the eggs from the fridge, Lana heard quiet footsteps enter the kitchen, a loud yawn announcing Michelangelo's arrival.

"Hey Lana, you okay? You just ran out without a word."

"Huh? Oh, I just..."

Michelangelo grinned, peering over her shoulder to see the cluster of ingredients upon the counter. Lana had a large mixing spoon in her hand, a bowl clutched in the order. "What'cha making?"

"A cake," she replied, a little too quickly. "Want to help?"

What was wrong with her? Lana was thanking god it wasn't Raphael that had come in. She had a thing for men with big arms. She was pretty sure when she thought about it that was why she ended up dating Vince.

"Ah sweet!" gushed Mikey. He reached over her shoulder for the cocoa powder. "Chocolate?"

"Obviously," teased Lana. She placed the bowl back down on the counter, snatching the powder from him. "Why don't you go clean up and then we can start? I'll get everything else out."

Mikey grinned. "Good idea. Don't start without me!"

She wouldn't. Lana kept herself busy by gathering the remaining ingredients and tools until Mikey returned, no longer smelling like a sweaty gym sock.

"I'm warning you now," said Lana as she reached for a beater, her bowl already filled with various ingredients. "I make no promises when it comes to being neat."

A loud laugh fled Mikey's lips because seconds later Lana had managed to splatter her face with a mess of cocoa powder and flour.

"That was not my fault!" She whined, giggling loudly as Mikey roared with laughter. "Your beater is messed!"

"Don't blame the beater, Lana," said Michelangelo, grinning brightly until he felt a wet glob smack him in the forehead. Lana was biting at her bottom lip, snickering as she clung to her mixing bowl.

"Oh so that's how it's gonna be!" Mikey grabbed the plastic bowl of icing Lana had gotten him to mix, the large amount thick and nearly pouring over the edge of its container. She was giggling wildly, grinning as she too shoved her hand into her mess of batter. Her reflexes were nowhere near as good as a ninja's and before she could blink Lana was smacked in the face by a tasty, chunk of chocolate icing.

"Hey!" she cried but the grin was still there and her hand rapidly began to dig for some ammo. She managed to duck just in time as a heavy handful of icing soared her way, splattering against the far wall. Lana didn't dare risk a glance at it; instead she chucked a ball of dough, just skimming the edge of Mikey's jaw.

Flour and chocolate flew through the air, hitting cupboards and walls while Lana squealed delightedly, cackling as she ducked behind a chair. It did little to block Mikey's throw, the chocolate goo slipping through the cracks and spattering against her face. Her laughter was contagious and watching her attempt to lick the mess off her cheeks made Michelangelo laugh even harder.

"Lana? Mikey? What are you two doing in here -" A handful of dough hit Leonardo square in the face. Mikey halted, half way through a throw to see his eldest brother wiping off the mess. Lana was peeking out from behind the chair, still thinking it actually hid her from view.

"Lana, Mikey, would you two kindly explain what you're doing?"

Lana snorted, hand still buried in her bowl. "We're, uh, we're baking."

"Baking?"

In an instant she burst into a fit of laughter, no longer able to control it. Michelangelo quickly joined her, cackling as he fell to the ground, clutching to his plastron. Leonardo slowly wiped the remaining gunk off his face, clutching the mess in his hand as tears sprung to Lana's cheerful eyes.

"I'm – I'm sorry!" She sputtered, laughing too hard to get her words out. "I was aiming for Mikey."

Seconds later she felt that glob of chocolate in Leo's hand land upon her head, smothered into her hair with a rough hand. She giggled wildly, fingers digging in her bowl when it was snatched from her and another fist full was dropped on her face. Leonardo was grinning down at her, snickering. He had never seen her so happy before. It was a good look for Lana Cruise.

Blinking away the chocolate from her eyes Lana got to feet with little bits of batter in hand. Leonardo, who she knew could have moved in a split second, let her wipe the goo all across his beak, giggling as she did so.

Michelangelo was still laughing at the two, clutching his stomach as he watched Lana smother his brother's face. Leo looked amused but instead of retaliating on her, Mikey felt a wad smack him in the side of the head.

"Hey!"

Another hit him in the plastron. Lana was grinning like a madman, hair and face covered in chocolate. She kind of looked like a dirty miner only instead of coal she was plastered with dough. Leonardo's face was streaked with the stuff, Lana's chocolaty finger imprinted on his beak. He held the large bowl of batter, hand already buried inside.

"Hey! You know that's cheating. Two against one isn't very fair," said Mikey, backing up and gathering a glob in his hand. It squished through his fingers like mud.

"Like I'm much of a teammate," said Lana, pushing her hair away from her face. The strains just jetted up in spikes. "You're a ninja."

Mikey huffed. "You're a distraction."

"Then go get your own distraction," Leonardo retorted back, just waiting for a chance to throw. It was kind of strange to see Leo and Lana as teammates. It had taken Mikey ages to get his brother to trust her and now they were ganging up him. Life so wasn't fair. With another childish huff, Michelangelo released a holler.

A couple seconds later Donnie poked his head in and the curious look on his face dropped when he saw the state of the kitchen. Flour covered the floor in a thin sheet, Lana holding an open bag that littered the white powder around her toes. What was she covered in? What was on Leonardo's face? There was a large mixing bowl in his hands. Across the room was Mikey, he too holding a bowl but looking a little more frantic than the others. Lana was just giggling, snickering as she shoved her hand into the bag in her arms.

"Here! Quick!" Mikey roared, shoving his icing bowl into Donnie's hand. The startled ninja gathered it just before Michelangelo tossed him to the side. "DUCK!"

A handful of flour scattered across the room, Lana's laugh high as she ducked away from Mikey, cackling. Donnie got smacked by his brother Leo, wiping away the mess on his face before firing it back. What the hell was going on? It smacked Lana in the rear as she was attempting to crawl away from Mikey's mess of cocoa.

She couldn't stop laughing. Her stomach ached and her eyes were watering but she couldn't stop laughing. The kitchen was like a warzone, powder everywhere as she raced to her feet, giggling as Mikey pinned her and dumped the remaining cocoa powder on her head. So much for that cake.

A wad of chocolate batter smacked Mikey in the back of his head and she dived under his arms, giggling as she rushed to Leo's side. The look on his face wasn't like the one in practice. This one was glowing, playful as he pushed Lana behind him and let her use him as a shield. Donnie, despite his confusion, had quickly been able to get into the game and was steadily using his ammo. Dodging Leo's assaults were difficult in such an enclosed space but he managed well enough until Lana hit him with a spray of flour.

Her laugh was all they could hear as Leo relieved Donnie of his bowl of icing.

"What the hell is goin' on in here?" came Raphael's voice.

"We're baking!" screamed Lana in absolutely delight before she fired a wad at his face. The icing smack Raph dead between the eyes, smothering his sight with pure chocolate. The war halted, silence taking over but Lana was still laughing. Mikey's silence turned into a fit of giggles as Raph slowly wiped off the chocolate, eyeing the flour covered girl. She smiled the biggest grin he had ever seen on her face.

Her cheeks were battered with brown and white, her hair an absolute mess. Even her eyelashes were covered, sticking together when she blinked but Lana didn't care.

"Shouldn't have done that, Lana," said the red masked ninja before he darted her way. Lana squealed happily, taking off and throwing the bag of flour in the air as she clung to her bowl of icing. It created a cloud of white, a mess that covered every inch of the kitchen. No one seemed to care. Mikey smacked Leo in the face before he had a chance to aid his comrade, Donnie pelting at his side. Another wad soared Raph's way but it missed him by a mile as she cornered herself next to the fridge.

"Oops," she muttered, sheepishly peering down in her bowl. Her ammo supply was low, she blamed that on Donatello, and there was no way out. Leo was too busy pelting his other brothers to aid her.

"Oops is right," said Raphael, smirking as he cornered her. His eyes and mask were covered in Michelangelo's icing, the thick mess leaving streaks from where he had cleaned.

"I'm sorry?" She offered but the little smile told them both she was nowhere near. Her giggles didn't help that much either.

"Don't act cute." He grinned. "It ain't gonna get you outta this."

"No?" Raph closed in on her and Lana quickly dug her hands in the bowl. It clattered to the floor but she managed to throw herself at him, grinning as she smothered chocolate all over his face. "I think we all know who the winner of this one is."

"You sure about that?" He asked, very slowly. Her hands were still upon his face, gripping to his cheeks. "Your cornered, Lana. You ain't gettin' out of this one."

Shit. He was right but that wasn't what was bothering her. He was too close and the way he was looking at her made her gulp. Even surrounded by chocolate, he had pretty eyes – Fuck! She needed out of this now before she did something stupid so Lana did the only thing she could think of and licked straight up his cheek.

Startling him seemed to work because with a sputter Raphael stumbled backward and she was able to duck under his arm. Cackling, Lana clashed into Mikey, both of them falling to the ground in a loud thump. Michelangelo roared with laughter, Lana snickering into his neck.

"Wow," spoke a voice. The warzone silenced and they all turned to see a nearly nude Megan Rios standing in the kitchen entrance. She was wearing nothing but her bra and a pair of short's Lana had gathered for her. Larger scars covered her flat stomach, her legs and it seemed everyone was having a hard time not looking at them. "Started baking, Lana?"

"I tried," said the girl, grinning as she pushed herself off of Mikey and clattered to the floor. "Was gonna make a chocolate cake?"

"More on you then in the bowl I see."

"Of course!"

Megan grinned. "Well if you five wanted to give Connie an aneurism I think you succeeded. When she sees this mess she's going to freak."

"I'll clean it up before then," Lana said, shifting until she was sitting against the cupboards. "Wanna join?"

"No, no, I think I'm quite content being clean. Besides I came here looking for Donatello. Connie's up and she's ready for someone to wrap her ankle."

"Right," said Donnie, placing the bag of flour in his hand down upon the dirty counter. He was covered from head to toe and there was this blush across his face that made Lana hide a roar of laughter. "I, uh, I'll go wash up and we can go do that."

"Perfect," said Megan, beaming as he shuffled by her quickly, almost anxiously. Well then, seems she was going to have fun here. "You're Mikey right?"

Michelangelo nodded dumbly, stumbling to his feet. Lana's snickered were thankfully muffled by her hands.

"Why don't you come too? Connie seems likes you. Maybe you can make sure she doesn't go into some fit."

"S-Sure."

Lana released a loud snort, a sound that made Leonardo looked at her in concern. She just waved the unnatural noise off, beaming behind her hands. Well at least she knew they were attracted to humans. Megan was proof of that. As Mikey disappeared, Megan following behind Lana forced herself to view the damage. Nothing was broken but everything looked covered. Leonardo was still holding on to his bowl like Donnie would bounce in there and peg them at any second. Raphael still had his face covered, the lick mark prominent.

"Hey!" He called. Lana peered over to see the bowl she had dropped was in his hands and suddenly a large blob of icing covered her face as Raph's hand smothered it over her cheeks. She swatted at him, giggling madly.

Lana hadn't laughed this hard in a long time.

Thank you for reading! I hope it ended up being alright. You have no idea how terrified I am of this chapter. I feel it either worked or it didn't. Let's hope it did.