Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or its characters. If you recognize anything except only from earlier chapters, I probably don't own it.

Author's Note: Can y'all please tell me what you think of the last two chapters? Constructive criticism and points on what you liked are always good.

Charlotte's POV

Making a super computer program that can almost always tell you what the Foot is going to do is a pretty impressive feat (ha, get it?) if she did say so herself. But it only works for the old foot members and the stupid ones that they could gather intelligence from, so when someone new comes up with something they can't plan for... it blows up in their faces.

"Something's happening but I can't pinpoint the most important factor. It's like the cup game with the rock under one of them." Charlotte was staring at her screen with her lip between her teeth and if she didn't have normal ears, they'd be plastered to her head. She didn't notice until she saw Raph trying to keep a straight face as he walked over with coffee, but she was purring to try to calm her nerves.

"My best friend is a purring nerd. What is my life?" He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and let her relax against him, presenting her with the drink. "You're doing..." The alarm cut him off. It wasn't the one for the lair, but it was set off by lights popping up on one of the screens. Something was happening.

Charlotte grabbed the controller from Donnie and zoomed in on a specific spot with her eyes narrowed and lips pressed firm. "They wouldn't dare..." A patient hunter knows when to strike, a dead one never strikes at all and a stupid one goes full frontal thinking the prey will either stay still or charge forward. "FUCK!" She threw Donnie the controller and without a thought or care felt her bones breaking as her spine shifted and her nails cutting through muscles and skin alike. The pain helped her focus her mind.

Invaded. Territory destroyed. Her tail flicked behind her, twitching as her ears pressed to her head. She eschewed from the one who smell of predator, someone she wasn't interested in fighting with today. She had a name but right now her mind was not focused on that. She needed new territory...she needed a way to fight back...she needed...

There was a mass in her way, sitting very calmly and unthreatening, but clearly alive. She could almost taste it's sweat. It didn't speak, it didn't move. It was new, this form had not experienced it but part of her brain was saying they were okay. She padded over to it, sensing the tensing of muscles. Good, it was at least naturally afraid of her. She got as close as she dared, taking in it's scent. She rested her head next to it's nudging it. When it slowly raised it's hand to touch her, she made a pleased sound at the touch. She liked this one. "Is she usually so affectionate?"

"Not in the slightest." She turned her gaze to whoever spoke with lowered eyes, finding brown ones way too close for comfort. "You know you would make a really good pampered house cat for giants. Or the turtles." She was barring her teeth but she knew it wasn't threatening, more playful. She raised her paw and batted her lightly.

Affection...enlarged pride...territory destroyed...Charlotte froze in place, her hair standing up slightly. Her human side was pulling through enough for the fear to start creeping through as well. If they had planned this the way she was going over in her head, they were screwed. So very screwed. But she also had something to help with the fact that they were now homeless.

"Nope, nope! Not watching this again!" As soon as her vocal cords allowed her too, she bubbled out a pained laugh. It sounded strange with her muzzle, but was the least disturbing thing about her transformation. She stretched from her spot on the floor, her back cracking a few final times before she stood to her full height with her fangs not yet retracted. Mikey finally pulled his fingers away, sighing in relief. "Girl do you sharpen those yourself?"

She was starting to like Raph's brothers. "What do you think we do with Foot soldier armor?" She laughed as he scrunched his face weirdly, turning to Antoinette. "I know you keep a bag with you all the time..." She almost cried when all of their emergency packs dropped on the floor, almost bursting with how much she had stuffed them. Charlotte almost voiced how impressed she was. "We need a place. But first, I know why they attacked the warehouse." She glared at Donnie who just shrugged like he didn't know he was supposed to tell them. She met the shock with a calm expression and continued. "They think we hate the turtles and wouldn't have anyone to go to. We'd be untrained, unarmed and possibly injured. If not, very angry. And who would investigate the explosion?"

"A set up to get us fighting and in one place...They wanted to draw us out while you guys were in a vulnerable state." Donnie ran a hand over his face under his glasses. "That's brilliant. They must must know you guys really well."

Jasmine snorted and Angel made a weird face. "Of course they do, our personalities were already prevalent when they created us." Angel was always sassy, but when she was feeling protective or angry she was extra sassy and didn't really have a filter.

"What are we going to do about this? I mean I know you said we need a new place but..." Antoinette shrugged. "Like Splinter can give up space, like we know anyone we can stay with." Sometimes her manipulation was open and sometimes it was subtle. Today, Charlotte had no idea which it was.

Heels clicked from one of the only normal entrances to the lair, a red head with an outfit just skimpy enough that it could still be considered okay and a clipboard. "Donnie, I found some of my dad's old stuff and I was..." She froze as she looked up and took in the sight around her. Antoinette seated on Mikey's lap with what could be a smile, Donnie leaning behind Jasmine a little too closely, Charlotte moving next to Raph and flexing her fingers, normal was the only thing running through her head. And then she saw the last member of our party leaning on Leo's shoulder and raising her eyebrows. "What's going on?" She blinked once in surprise and looked like she was trying to process something incomprehensible. "Angel?" Okay, that was not what she was expecting to be the thing.

AN: Oh, don't you guys love when I make random characters connected? Cause I do. I pounded this out in like a day and I'm dead. But I owe you all a quick update and I'm feeling productive right now. I just condensed 12 double sided note sheets onto one note card, one sided, for my unit final. If I can do that, I can do almost anything. Hope you guys like it!