I don't own it, get over it. I did. Kinda. *Sobs*

She woke up to a very itchy nose… that she couldn't scratch. She reached for it, only to find that her hand wouldn't-no,couldn't move. She was tied down, each of her limbs connected to a corner of the cold metal table she rested on, and she had only her sports bra and panties on.

She began to hyperventilate, not liking the feeling of helplessness one bit. It was like claustrophobia, but worse, way worse.

"Hello?! Anybody?!" Her voice hitched as she choked back a sob.

"Well, I had a body once, if that counts." A man's head attached to a robotic spider crawled down from the ceiling, chuckling and grinning like a madman.

"Who are you?" She did what she could to keep the trembling out of her voice and seem as if she was merely curious about the cyborg before her.

"Baxter Stockman, greatest mind to grace this planet." Two of his little mechanical spider- legs acted as arms as he swept an awkward bow.

"Guess you mind's really all you have left to be honest..." She couldn't help but laugh at the terrifying yet hilarious mobile head before her.

"Laugh while you can, girl. You won't be laughing for long…" He released a cartoon bad-guy laugh and turned to a menacing machine near the wall, flipping a switch which caused several vibrant green tubes all connected to a large needle/gun hybrid to light up. The contraption then swung over to her, several individual needles setting themselves up all along her body, just inches from her exposed skin.

"Now, Master Shredder has requested that I give you a deal before we begin." She heard disappointment in his voice, but she couldn't tear her eyes from the needle positioned above her heart. "You see, what you are about to go through is excruciatingly painful. All other subjects we've collected have either died or gone mad, but he is prepared to offer you a sedative." The Dr. held up another needle, filled with a clear liquid.

"Morphine, and a strong one at that. All yours if you only tell us where the Turtle's hideout is. Easy peasy." She tore her eyes away from the needle to stare at him, wondering how smart he actually was.

"You're joking, right? You can't actually believe I would betray them for an empty promise from a mad bot?" She spat at him, hitting her target with incredible accuracy.

He growled and grabbed a towel to dab at his face, emerging behind the cloth with a malicious grin. "Let's begin then." He jabbed at a button to his right and the needles plunged into her skin. For the next hour the lab was filled with her screams before the merciful darkness took over once again.


The Shredder's lair was filled with the sound of Jane's recorded screams bouncing off the walls. Stockman grinning wildly at the sound, enjoying it to no end.

"Turn it off." The Dr. did so with a soft click.

"Is it what you wanted, Master?"

"Exactly. Now, Philip? Come here." He beckoned to the figure hiding in the shadows behind him. Phil placed himself in front of the Shredder, kneeling with his head bowed.

"Yes, my master?"

"The girl has survived just as you predicted, and she has been injected with the Utrom serum that you retrieved from their fortress. Now, with the recording Stockman has provided, we have the opportunity to lure the Turtles in and finish them off at last. Their friends are their greatest weakness." The boy nodded robotically, head still directed at the floor.

"What do you wish of me, master?"

"Put this where they will find it." He gestured to Stockman to hand over the recording, and he placed it in the bag they had confiscated from Jane. He handed it to Phil, who accepted it with another bow, and left the room.

Shredder then turned to the insect-head. "How goes her transformation?"

"Quite well. The boy was right about her resilience, she has fought hard."

"Yes, it's too bad she escaped the theatre before we could infiltrate it after receiving confirmation from my new apprentice." He mused. "We could have had our ultimate soldier by now… but the Turtle's heads on a platter is a nice bonus." He laughed, and Stockman joined in, laughing their heads off until a battered Hun came in to report on the night's mission, looking very confused at the unusual friendliness between the two, who cleared their throats and Stockman scuttled out of the room and to his lab to watch his new experiment from his security monitor.


Donatello sighed as he turned the corner to finally see the bulky figure of his older brother against the sewer wall. It'd been almost a day since Jane was taken, and Raph had disappeared once they got back to the lair. When the purple turtle had woken up from a fitful sleep, he'd expected to find him beating on his punching bag, but there was no red banded turtle in sight. Finally, after hours of searching the nearby tunnels, he'd found him.

"Raph, you need to sleep, making yourself exhausted isn't going to help her." Donnie placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, only to have it shrugged off.

"I had her. She'd be fine if I hadn't a' let Hun get the drop on me." He buried his bruised face in his hands.

"Stop that. You know she wouldn't want you to blame yourself. It's not your fault." Raph sighed and dropped his head, linking his hands behind his neck. "I can't sleep, and I ain't gonna try." He grumped, resolute.

"Fine… If you want, we can go over some blueprints of Shredder's Tower that I found in the city's archives. It won't have all of the security measures on it, but it's a start." Raph nodded and slouched back to the lair after Don's retreating shell.