Dis: I don't own TMNT

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Alice nibbled on her bottom lip while her eyes traveled over the screen of her laptop. Sounds of battle in the background had her rolling her eyes in annoyance. Even though the large gash in her leg was nothing but a pink scar on her flesh, Raphael and even Splinter suggested she take the day off. She knew it was a form of punishment for going out on her own and decided to take it without fight. She could tell Raphael was surprised she hadn't burst at the seams and that'd been gratifying enough.

So now, instead of pummeling her somewhat boyfriend and his brothers, she was staring over baby items for her sister Danica. Her total was pushing the 500 dollar mark. Too much? Too little? Didn't matter. She was rich. Stinkin' rich. Her thieving ways paid off in many ways. Why wasn't she living in a penthouse suite with champagne and caviar? Well, mainly because she preferred beer or tequila and thought that caviar tasted like ass but that was beside the point. She liked her little apartment. Oh, she had places elsewhere. When the heat got to be too much for her she'd escape to Italy, Cabo, or Japan but she liked her little apartment in New York. She liked hearing the arguing couples on the street, the noisy cabdrivers, and the smell of a freshly grilled hotdog. Though, since finding about Raphael's heritage, a small part of her wanted to bring all the brothers, Splinter, and their friends to Japan so they could see their "homeland". It was something to think over around Christmas. She would have time to get her piloting license completed so that she could fly them there… and find a larger place out in the middle of nowhere so that they could freely roam the land without worrying about someone seeing them.

Was she seriously making holiday plans? Though idea of having Raphael as her co-pilot made her smile and maybe a little horny as well: was she fooling herself for thinking this could be long term? Footfalls had her looking up and a sweaty Michelangelo plopped himself beside her smelling like he'd been trained hard. He had a towel around his neck and was gripping both ends when curious eyes traveled over her screen.

"Baby stuff?" he asked, eyes widening as they traveled to her stomach.

"Not for me," said Alice, resisting the urge to smack him. He got enough of that from Raphael, Splinter, and even Don on occasion. "My sister."

"Oh. And here I was already thinkin' how awesome of an uncle I'd be."

"No doubt," said Alice as she hit the clothing link and bounced on the cushions. "Oh cute! A turtle onsie!"

"Jesus you're spoiling the kid!" said Mikey as he saw the total on the top of the screen. "You've spent more on him than we spend on groceries in a month!"

"Oh," said Alice, biting her lip again, a small wave of guilt hitting her because she'd been staying here and had yet to cook dinner for them. She'd rectify that tonight! She had the stuff. "I was going to make you all some dinner tonight."

"Really?" asked Mikey, eyes almost sparkling.

"Really."

"Hey," greeted Raphael, rubbing his neck and wincing. "What're you two up to?"

Mikey and Alice shared a look, a silent agreement that they'd play a little game with Raphael.

"Baby stuff," said Alice, keeping her tone calm.

"W-What?" asked Raphael, eyes widening comically and Alice had to look away to keep a straight face. She flipped the computer around for him to see the screen.

"You like the turtle onsie? I'm already adding to the cart." Raphael looked a little greener then usual and was sweating some more as well. "I think Danica would like it."

"D-Danica?" Realization dawned and Alice saw… disappointment? Had he really wanted… Oh wow. Now she felt a little bad. He cleared his throat. "Right. Danica."

"Dude," whispered Mikey, thankfully nabbing Raphael's attention. "Was Donnie a little more aggressive than usual today?"

"Yeah," said Raphael, sitting on the other side of Alice, rubbing the back of his neck once again. "He was."

"I think its cause Eve is leaving," said Alice. "I talked to her this morning when getting coffee."

"Oh," said Mikey. "That explains a lot then."

Alice and Raphael looked up at Mikey. Curious. Knowing he said something he shouldn't have he fidgeted. Looking over his shoulder to make sure Don wasn't around, he leaned closer to them.

"He likes her. Like… LIKES her likes her."

"Ah," said Alice and Raphael.

Alice quickly completed her order and with thoughts to call Danica later to warn her that she'd have packages on their way she closed her laptop, set it on the makeshift coffee table (she totally bought one before baby shopping cause it had annoyed her), and stood up. She stretched before twisting around, bending to give Raphael a quick kiss on his lovely green lips.

"I'm going to go talk to her. At least convince her to stay for dinner tonight. YOU TWO shower, cause you smell. Badly."

"Hey," whined Mikey, lifting an arm and inhaling. "Bleck. Ok. Point taken."

"Hey," said Raphael, snatching her wrist. "Meet me later? I have somethin' to show ya."

"Ok," said Alice.

"Oh, what'cha gunna show her? Huh? Huh? You're-"

"DON'T finish that?" growled Raphael, pointing a finger at Mikey.

"Boys," muttered Alice, grabbing her laptop and phone. She didn't even get ten feet away before Raphael and Mikey were on the floor, rolling around, Mikey squealing and Raphael promising pain. Maybe it was best they DIDN'T have a coffee table. It'd probably be destroyed within the first week.

She deftly climbed the stairs, dropping her computer off in Raph's room before heading to Leo's. Upon entering, Eve was packing the rest of her things. Alice studied the girl so different from her. She wore a floral print maxi dress of purples and blues that Alice wouldn't be caught dead in because she SO didn't do flowers. Her red hair flowed down past her shoulders in curls and finally glasses hid blue eyes that snapped up when Eve noticed her presence.

"Hey."

"Really leaving, huh?" asked Alice.

"I have a life to go back to," said Eve, playing with a beaded bracelet that wrapped around her entire wrist. "I have a job to get to tomorrow."

"Even though he's dead, Victor's goons could still be out for your head. Not to mention the Foot are probably still casing our apartment."

"They aren't after me," said Eve, playing with her hair. "I… I can't just hide down here. I can't let fear control me."

"Ok," said Alice with a shrug. "You have a point. At least stay for dinner."

"I… I dunno…"

Alice's eyes narrowed at that. Something else what up. The spark of fear had come across her friend's face and she was playing with that bracelet around her wrist, stretching it to the point Alice wondered if she'd be sweeping up beads any moment.

"Ok. What's up with you?" Eve opened her mouth and Alice held up a hand. "The truth, Eve."

Eve sighed, looking down at her bare feet, shoulders drooped. Her hair hid her face more than her glasses did. Alice went to her friend, put her hands on her shoulders for some support, then asked her again what the matter was and Eve looked up looking so lost. Torn.

"I like Donatello."

"And?"

"And…" Eve starting wringing her hands. "I don't know what to do about it."

"Tell him."

"What? No!" Eve stepped away. "He doesn't… He…"

"Totally does," said Alice. "Mikey, Raph, and I were just talking about this. He digs you, Eve. He took it out on Raphael and Mikey during training this morning because he knew you were leaving."

"I told him last night," said Eve. "That I was leaving."

"Why are you running?" asked Alice.

"I… Do you feel wrong? Like… being with a different species? Raphael isn't human."

"So?" asked Alice with a raised brow.

"It isn't… isn't…natural. We aren't supposed …"

"STOP." Alice's command had Eve biting back a squeak and Alice closed her eyes, because she knew they were red with rage. "DON'T ever say that about them again. You think I give a fuck about some religious morals? Hell, maybe you do, I don't. If there's a God, he'd want me happy. He isn't evil. He isn't a demon, for fucksake, he's a person. A PERSON."

"Alice…"

"Let me finish," she snapped, keeping her eyes closed. She didn't want to scare Eve, just hammer some sense into her. "You like him. Who gives a fuck what anyone else thinks? If someone were to come up to me and tell me Raphael and I shouldn't be together because of what he was I'd punch a hole right through their skull. You're the only one I'm giving a free pass to. He's a person, a person I care for." She opened her eyes now, and Eve gasped and took a step back. "You think that? You think I should leave him? Fine. Walk out this door and don't ever talk to me again. I want him. Crave him. Donatello is the sweetest, most caring person I've met. He doesn't have to help me with this prophecy, but he is. He could have just walked away and laughed at me when I came to him, bleeding out, instead he stitched me up. If you want to walk away from that, go the fuck ahead, but keep your moral beliefs to yourself."

Alice turned her back on her friend, breathing deeply, flames dancing beneath her skin, pressing, wanting to come out and BURN something.

"He isn't Vic, Eve. Leave now before you hurt him, or go to him. Right now I don't give a fuck. If you'll please excuse me, I'm going to go fuck my mutant turtle boyfriend." Alice twisted her head around to stare at her friend, angered red meeting frightened blue. "Hope that doesn't offend you."

Then Alice ran. Away from her friend, perhaps for the last time. Tears stung in her eyes. How anyone could think that of her and Raphael. UNNATURL! ARGH! She hoped Eve would put on her big girl panties and step outside her fucking secluded box. Now? Now she just needed Raphael's touch to calm her down. She rushed into his room and found him lounging on his bed, reading some sort of motorcycle magazine. Upon seeing her, he straightened up, tossing the magazine to the floor as she rushed to him, leaping forward to land on his lap, his startled grunt silenced by her lips.

"What's…" He moaned as she ran her hands down his sides, over the sensitive skin surrounding his shell. "Wrong?"

"Nothing," whispered Alice as she pressed her lips to his, reveling upon the feel of his cooler, reptilian skin. "Absolutely nothing is wrong. Now shut up and kiss me."

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Eve felt like she'd been punched in the gut. She felt… awful. The words she said hadn't sounded right. Now she had not only Donatello upset but Alice as well. Yes she believed in God and she went to church at least once a month, sometimes two. Growing up it'd been every Sunday, in her finest, before the accident. Bestiality was a sin but Donatello wasn't fully animal. On the outside, maybe, but…

That's what she's been having problems with. She wanted to know if Alice felt like she was with a human, if the turtle bothered her… well she'd gotten her answer and then some. It was why she'd been running away, because she was too scared.

"Dammit," she whispered, shakily sitting down on the bed, she put her hands on her head and fought the tears that wanted to spill. She couldn't leave yet. Not with Alice so upset with her. She'd go and apologize when she saw her next since she was otherwise occupied. "I really messed up."

Even now, she was messing things up with her and Donatello. She liked him, really she did. He IS kind and generous and all those other things Alice had said. She remembered the kiss, felt it on her cheek as if it'd just happened, and knew she wanted more. Without really knowing it, Alice HAD helped her to some degree.

"No more running," she whispered, standing back up. Her knees were shaky and her heart hammered in her chest but she continued to walk out of the bedroom. She rushed down the hall, down the stairs, and past Splinter who was snoozing in a recliner, one of his shows on.

Upon entering the lab she stilled when seeing Donatello, once again hunched over the texts of the prophecy. His eyes looked hardened, yet tired at the same time. Stressed, that was the right word. Stressed about her? Alice? Both of them? Whichever it was, she hoped what she was about to do would help him in some way. What if he ran away? What if-STOP! She would do this, damn it! No regrets!

"Hi."

His head snapped up. Some of the hardness fell from his eyes, softening them to a soft brown.

"Hey," he greeted. He looked back down. "All packed?"

"Yeah." Eve moved fluidly to his side, dress brushing against her bare legs. She put her hand on his arm, relishing in the feel of hardened muscle that tensed then relaxed under her touch. Her fingertips traced down his arm to his elbow and her gentle pull had him twisting around to face her. "Do you want me to come and visit?"

"Only if you want to," he said hoarsely, eyes going to her lips because she was chewing her bottom one, and once again she saw those eyes darken.

"I want to," she said. Really. She did. So she stepped closer, the soft material of her dress the only barrier between them now. Her nipples tightened as she pressed into him and her center clenched deliciously as his arm banded around her waist. "Donatello…"

"I want to kiss you," he whispered, making her startled blue eyes connect with his brown.

"Ok."

"Ok?" he asked, clearly surprised, and her hands ran up to his shoulders and settled there.

"Ok."

Hands that held a slight tremble traveled up her back, neck, and into her hair. His fingers clenched and entrapped her locks before his head bent and lips pressed against hers. Soft, dry lips traveled over her plump, slightly moist ones. She tried to keep her eyes opened but of their own accord they drooped down and her fingers clenched against his shoulders as she kissed him back. It was slow, tantalizing, and when he pulled back the both of them were panting as if they'd been holding their breath.

Maybe she had been.

"Wow," he whispered, hands still in her hair, eyes still dark but with passion.

"Yeah." She smiled, one hand rising so that a fingertip could travel down his cheek. "Do it again."

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Alice had just put the finishing touches on the lasagna when Eve came into the kitchen… Holding Donatello's hand. She lifted a brow in question but didn't say anything as she put her creation into the oven and set the timer. After making furious love to her turtle she'd tried contacting her sister. When it went to voicemail she left the message about expecting packages then wandered to the kitchen to start dinner.

"Staying for dinner?" asked Alice as she went to the counter to start chopping vegetables for a salad.

"Yes," answered Eve. "I'm staying."

"Good," said Alice. "Donnie, could you be a dear and find Raphael for me? Pretty please? He said he'd help me and he's still up in his room recovering from… Well…"

Donatello blushed, releasing Eve's hand.

"I, uh, happen to know that perhaps the turtle I should find to help you, should be Mikey. I really… don't want to see Raph after… I'll be back!"

The ploy had gotten him out of the kitchen. Soon the two girls were the only ones left.

"About what I said… I said it wrong," said Eve.

"Oh?" asked Alice while calmly chopping tomatoes. Slice. Slice. Slice.

"Yes. I didn't mean that… What I meant to say was… I was just scared. Ok? Not because of… Just. I fucked up. I think you and Raph are great. In fact, Donnie and I are going to try things out."

"Good," said Alice. "Now be useful and start spreading that butter-garlic sauce on that bread."

"Still friends?" asked Eve quietly and Alice looked over her shoulder at her friend, grin wide.

"Of course."

"I hear my services are required!" said a cheery Mikey.

"Yes! I completely forgot about dessert. Do you have anything around here that we could whip up into something delicious?" asked Alice.

"No problemo," said Mikey, instantly going to the cupboards and pulling out flour, sugar, cocoa, and vanilla. "Chef Mikey knows his stuff!"

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"Eat," ordered Karai, but the stubborn pregnant woman only glared at her. "Fine. Harm your child and starve."

"How do I know it isn't poisoned?" asked Danica who was still bound by a chain to a bed in a nicer room than the cell.

Karai had felt somewhat horrible for tying a pregnant woman to a chair and keeping her from food and water. She had recently moved her to one of the suites in her offices usually kept for entertaining new business partners or allies. She didn't trust the woman not to try and escape so she found a chain long enough for her to venture comfortably around the room. Now, they both sat at a table. Karai had brought a turkey sandwich, salad, orange, and slice of pie along with a large glass of milk.

"It is not you, who I have a feud with."

"My sister. What did she do?"

"She has something of mine," said Karai, watching as the woman's hunger took over and made her eat a bite of the sandwich.

"She stole from you?" asked Danica. "I knew it! I told her being a thief was no-"

"She worked for me. Now has sided with enemies when I need her to finish a task for me. She will come, when she knows I have you, and I will release you as soon as her services are complete."

"What services?"

Karai, however, didn't answer. Instead she rose calmly from her seat and left.

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They were all sitting at the table like some sort of family. At the head of the table was Splinter and seated to his left was Raphael, followed by Alice, then Mikey. To his right was Donatello and Eve. Alice was happy Eve's head finally made it out of her ass, especially when Donatello smiled at her and kissed her knuckles before digging into his food. To Alice's right was Mikey, moaning while eating his lasagna as if it was giving him some sort of sexual gratification.

"SO good," moaned Mikey.

"It is, indeed, Miss Alice."

"Thank you," said Alice, twirling some cheese and pasta around her fork. One of Raphael's hands rested on her thigh while the other held a fork that was shoveling food into his mouth almost as vigorously as Mikey. "Mikey made a chocolate cake so make sure to leave room for that."

Just then her phone vibrated in her pocket and she set down her fork before taking it out.

"It's Jack. I'm sorry, I have to take this, I've been trying to get a hold of my sister all day."

Splinter nodded, showing her there was no offense taken, and she rose from her chair and exited the dining room, opting to lean against the wall of the hall instead so not to distract from the dinner. However, Raphael had followed her, and leaned against the doorway, blocking out the warm light from the kitchen while she answered.

"Jack?"

"Is Danica with you?"

"What?" asked Alice, blood turning to ice in her veins. "What do you mean is she with me? No! What's going on?"

"I woke up this morning and she was gone. I figured she just got an early start to her day. I went to work, tried calling her but got no answer. After work I came home and she still isn't here Alice."

"Jesus," whispered Alice. "You try her friends or…"

"Yes. No one saw her. I called you cause… cause I figured maybe she planned an impromptu trip or somethin'. Her car is still here so maybe she called a cab to the airport or…"

"No. Not in her condition."

"Alice. I called the police but it hasn't been twenty-four hours. What… What should I do?"

Alice had a pretty damn good idea what she had to do. She knew her Dani, and she wouldn't leave like that. Not willingly. Something was wrong, and she was certain that something was Karai.

"I'm on it. Call me if you hear anything."

Alice tried calling Danica again, still no answer.

"What's going on?" asked Raphael.

"She has my sister, Raph, I know it."

"Who?"

"Karai. Fuck! I should have seen this coming!" Alice decided to try something else. She sent a text.

Karai?

An answer: Yes.

Where is she?

No answer and Alice growled in frustration before launching herself at Raphael. He enfolded her in his arms while she shook from the anger and fear. Her phone beeped and she looked down to see one new text.

Tomorrow. Meet at Foot headquarters. Your turtle friends know where. Come alone or she dies.

"I'm going, Raphael."

"She said tomorrow. Ya think she's gunna like dis? You comin' NOW?"

"She should have expected it," said Alice, strapping on her sword, the power humming at her back.

They were at her apartment. She had rushed out the moment she got that text and Raphael had followed her. She begged him to bring her here and he relented, telling his brothers where he was going. He made the trip in a record amount of time and now she stood in a pair of maneuverable black pants, a black top, and her favorite pair of boots. Every inch of her had a weapon attached to her body. Throwing knives, daggers, even a 9mm. Her most powerful weapon, of course, was at her back.

"I'm coming with ya," said Raphael. "I ain't gunna let ya do this alone."

"She might do something to Dani if she sees you."

"She totally will NOT see us," said Michelangelo from the doorway, making Alice jump.

"Mikey! What are you doing here?"

"Don and I are ready to help you. He's already hacked into the security cameras, cause he's awesome like that, and Karai has the place on total lockdown. He said it's going to be tricky, but we might be able to get in there undetected."

"There are a couple air vents and elevator shafts that look accessible," said Donatello. "There are a few traps on the roof, I'm sure, but I'm certain I can disable them as well as jam their security camera feed for a small amount of time."

"You guys…" Alice's eyes filled with tears. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it, sis," said Mikey with a grin.

"We're family now," said Don, as if it were obvious.

"So let's go get our other sister!" cheered Mikey.

"Ready?" asked Raphael, thumb caressing her cheek as his brothers filed out of the room.

"As I'll ever be."

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"You were careless to send that text," said Karai's follower. "It isn't time. If you-"

"I am well aware. I cannot wait any longer."

"If you open the portal too soon, it could cause unknown-"

"SILENCE!" ordered Karai. "You work for me. Do remember that."

"I mean no disrespect, Mistress Karai," said her follower with a bow. "I only meant to inform you that if the timing isn't correct you could find a time and place where the Shredder hasn't existed on Earth, therefore our efforts will be in vain. The portal can only be opened once with each wielder with the sword. If she, too, enters that portal before-"

"As I said, I am aware," said Karai, lifting her hands and putting a mask on over her face to hide it. "Get the men ready, for we will soon have guests."

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A plane descended upon New York, heading toward the J.F.K. to land. Landing gear popped out and down, and standing on the wheel was a warrior of green, eyes masked by a blue bandana. So still he was, resembling a statue, until the time came where he jumped from the plane and free-fell. Wings from a pack upon his shell extracted and extended, enabling him to glide upon the water's surface before plunging into the waiting depths. He had only one thought in mind.

It was great to be home.

He swam to the sewer entrance. Surfaced in the tunneling system, and made the trek home. He was anxious. Anxious to see his family and to see what has all changed. Apparently, a lot, since the first thing he saw when entering the lair was his master, consoling a woman he didn't know, upon the family sofa.

"M-Master?"

The woman looked up and gasped upon seeing him. His Master rose, patting the woman upon her head before walking to him, the familiar tap of his cane reverberating in his ears, signaling he was home. Leonardo immediately fell upon one knee, head bowed.

"You have returned," murmured Splinter and Leonardo's eyes closed as the warmth of his father's touch came upon his shoulder.

"Yes."

"There is much to discuss, but first, I will tell you, that your brothers will need you this night."

"Sensei?" asked Leonardo.

"Rise, my son. There is much to tell you, with little time."

Well what the shell had his brothers gotten into this time?

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TBC