A/N: Hey all! So, I guess here's another chapter for everyone, but mailtime comes first!

ManyGamePlayer: Thank you you wonderful creature! :) Here's another chapter!

Guest: I can't blame you, but I can honestly say that no one has suggested Mikey yet. Now I'm slightly tempted... :) Thanks for your enthusiasm!

JewelofthePhoenix: Yeah, I kind of realize I haven't given you guys much of a physical description of Rose... However, luckily for you, I plan on remedying that this chapter! Thanks for your shipping input! :D (Mwahahaha! My OC's versatile enough to be shipped with most anyone! ... jk)

FieryQueenOfAllSharpObjects: THANK YOU! ahahaha, when I write this fic, I'm always in a bit of a smartass mood and I feel like yes, Rose is also a bit of a smartass! Wait, were you calling Rose or me a smartass? Here's an update for ya!

It seems like you guys kind of like the idea of Rose x Raph a lot. If you don't want this ship to win the war, sound your shipping cannons and fire at the enemy! Wow, that got kind of weird, but what I meant was just tell me what you might want to see.

Anyway, on with the chapter! TMNT belongs to it's creators and all associated affiliates, but I own Rose, yada yada.


After running like a madwoman, muttering Leonardo's directions like a mantra so they would not be forgotten, and only getting lost for a minute, I finally make it to the bathroom. Details are unimportant when it comes to my personal business and privacy, but I can say that it was a complete relief. Okay, maybe that was TMI.

Washing my hands on autopilot, I stare at myself in the mirror, trying to see if my fight with the Foot and stay in dream land had had any noticeable effects. My skin is a bit more pallid than usual, hiding out having made me paler, but I looked almost grey now. Reaching up a wet hand, I slick it through my hair and grimace at the feeling. It was dirty and oily, which made my short blond hair look unkempt, greasy, and just plain nasty. But the tips of my hair that had dried blood on them looked kind of cool.

Ducking my head, I focus on rewashing my hands, particularly the one that I just ran through my hair. Once I start drying my hands, I look back up at the mirror. Even though I looked a bit more ragged and worn than I would have liked, my eyes hadn't changed at all. Green and glinting with amusement or determination, depending on the situation. I grin at my reflection before turning away and to leave the bathroom. I was still alive, which I suppose was good enough for me at the moment.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I decide that some wandering around would do me some good. Walking was a good head clearer. That, and I was a huge snoop, but curiosity hadn't killed me quite yet. My first destination was the dojo I had seen earlier. I wanted to see what all it was outfitted with, plus there was a tree in there. I hadn't been able to go to a park or anything and climb a tree in what felt like ages, so I had a bit of a hankering.

Making my way back, I find the Japanese style sliding doors from before. I push one a couple of inches to the side, peaking in to see if anyone had decided to have an impromptu training session. Once I had ascertained that the coast was clear, I slide the door open just enough for me to slip in before quietly sliding it closed again.

I kick off my shoes, muttering softly about respecting the dojo and not getting the mats filthy. Seeing the state of my socks, I determine that it would be a good idea to strip those off, too. Feet free of the confines of footwear, I step onto the training mats.

After reaching the center of the room, I stretch up, fingers straining towards the ceiling. A burning starts in my ribs and I can feel the pull of my stitches across my abdomen. I lower my arms as my brain registers a particularly painful pang from my ribs. Maybe I should take things a bit slower.

I promptly plop my butt on the floor and stretch my legs out in front of me in a straddle. My legs only stretch out a few degrees past a right angle before I can feel the ache of the muscles stretching out.

"It looks like I have a lot of flexibility training to do," I sigh, trying to nudge one of my legs just a little bit farther over.

Basic sitting stretches were almost a struggle, trying to ignore the painful pulling feeling of my muscles loosening up while also trying not to push myself too hard. Sitting cross legged now, I stretch out my arms, making sure to be a bit gentler with the shoulder that had gotten sliced by the throwing star. I quick stretch my wrists before standing up.

"One last test," I murmur, staring down at my toes intensely. I bend over, arms dangling and knees perfectly straight as I brush my fingers against the tips of my toes. "Yes! I can still touch my toes!" I straighten back up, doing a little victory dance in celebration. I'm glad no one was here to see that, because I'm pretty sure that my dance moves are fairly atrocious.

Turning to the tree, I pop my knuckles with a smirk. "Guess who's about to get dominated, tree?" I stop at that, and facepalm. "And guess who's talking to themselves. This girl." I point to myself, feeling stupid for having talked smack to a freakin' tree.

Walking up to the tree, I run a hand over the trunk, searching for a handhold. Finding a nice little place to latch my fingers into, I lift up my opposite foot and clench my toes around a small whorl. Now properly anchored, I reach up my free hand and latch onto another hold. With that, I scramble up the tree with lackluster grace. It was harder than I expected, but once I got into the cover, I found a nice branch to settle onto, pressing my back firmly into the trunk.

Swinging my legs back and forth, I hum out a few bars of a song before I realize I'm completely off key and give up on my musical ability for the time being. Gazing up at the still leaves, I let my mind wander and my body relax.

One of the biggest things I had to worry about as of late were the Foot. I mean, why come after me? Why do they want me dead so badly? Or maybe they want something from me. I groan, shaking my head. They wouldn't have tried to kill me if they wanted me for anything. And besides, what could I have that they would want? Nothing, that's what.

I rub my face, suddenly feeling tired and a little bit more than overwhelmed. I had no family I could remember and I've been in foster care for what seems like forever; nobody to get any kind of ransom money from if I was to be held captive. Special connections was a no and I didn't think that I was particularly good at anything.

"Well, I'm a little good at fighting," I mutter, shrugging. But they seem to have plenty of grunts for that kind of work. Though none of them are all that good.

My brain suddenly jumps back to the subject of family and a question I've been harboring for a long time pops to the front of my mind. Did I ever have a family?

I slump a little, my mood deflating all at once. No one in the system told me anything about how I ended up there. I figured someone must have told them not to tell me anything they may have known. Maybe it was the head shrink that I saw a few times when I was younger who ordered them to keep their lips zipped.

She was nice, and the memories of me in her office are some of the clearest from back then. Something bad must have happened to make her think it was a good idea to not bring up my past, particularly my family. But no matter how terrible whatever it is was, I still wish I knew whether I once had had a family.


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