A/n: Hey there everyone! If you haven't already noticed, I moved my story from the "Comics: TMNT" To the "Cartoons: Ninja Turtles." Since my story was developing much more like the T.V series and moving away from the comic book realm, I thought it was only fair to put it in a more match-matchy place. If anyone has any objections to this, I don't mind moving it back at all! Also, as per usual, I love hearing all of your reviews! They always make my day! Whether you have any comments, advice or critiques, or even just want to say hey, I always love reading them! Thank you so much for your support! Enjoy!

Leo seemed to vibrate with anger. "We may not be able to save the world, but we can sure as shell save that old lady!" He turned on his heal, sending gravel up backwards while a snarl spread across his face. "Come on!"

Without hesitation we ran after him. The traction in April's old combat boots were perfect for moving, and I forced myself to remain fearless as we jumped from fire escape to fire escape, making our way as quickly as we could too the top of the buildings. There we split; Don and Leo ran one way while Mikey, Raph and I ran the other. We jumped from building to building, pushing ourselves to match the speed of the scooter upon which the old lady was being taken on.

I witnessed Donnie jumping down off a building and facing off with one of the creatures. I knew it was a distraction instantly by the way Donnie played with him, moving side to side and not striking. Eventually the Triceraton pushed the turtle off the scooter, and Donnie fell towards the asphalt. I didn't have time to feel fear before he grabbed onto a street lamp to cushion his fall to the ground.

This, however, gave Leo the chance to swoop in and pick up the now unconscious old lady, leaping from the scooter and running her to an alley way. As the scooter turned around to chaise them, I knew it was our turn.

Mikey was the first to jump down, knocking off one of the three Triceratons from the platform, without any apparent difficulty. "Take that, horn head!"

Raphael wasn't far behind him, landing with lethal grace in front of the second. He growled, his lips pulling back from his teeth and his sai crossing, causing the air to be filled with a dreaded screech of metal on metal. "It ain't nice to invade Mr. Raphy's neighbourhood." Raphael drove his sai into the barrel of the Triceraton's gun just before the creature could shoot, avoiding a deadly punch just as I landed in a heavy crouch in front of the third.

I pulled my sword and smiled at the creature. "Guns are so cowardly."

The creature roared, a sound muffled by the clear gas mask he was wearing over his face. It was the first time I had had a second to actually take a good look at the Triceratons. They were tall and built in a very humanoid fashion, sporting a thick, spandex looking black and red material uniform with accents of protective silver metal. They only had three fingers like the turtles, but fingers that came to sharp, deadly claws. They were on average seven feet tall with horns that looked sharp enough to skewer metal.

He lunged forwards and I was shaken out of my stupor, catching the blunt of his gun against my sword and slicing right through it. He halted instantly and looked down at his gun in shock, giving me just enough time to roundhouse him and send him flying backwards. I threw my arms out towards him, a triumphant smirk on my face. "That's right, bitch."

Raph threw his back at the same time and the two landed on top of one another, groaning in pain. Raph and I turned to one another and high fived with a laugh.

"Hey Raphy-boy? Kid Wonder? We got some friends over here!"

Raphael and I shot our heads upwards to see another scooter filled with Triceratons coming straight for us. I ran forwards towards the controls and pushed the speed monitor to full blast, surging us forwards.

Raphael shook his head and put a hand on my shoulder. "Chicken with the aliens, eh?"

"Not quite." I motioned them to follow me as I moved to the side of the scooter. "Jump!"

The three of us sprung from the platform, hitting the roof of the nearest building in different levels of surefootedness, just as the two scooters collided with an ear splitting explosion. I rolled out of my fall as Raph landed next to me, throwing his body in front of mine for protection against the flying bits of metal. They bounced off of his shell harmlessly and we stood together, all three of us beaming. Mikey and Raph bumped fists with a laugh.

I mock saluted them with a smile. "Good work, soldiers. Let's go find your brothers."

I followed behind the two as they jumped down from the roof into the alley, giving myself a once over before following them down on the fire escape. Leo and Don sat in front of the old lady, who was passed out against the wall.

She looked to be about sixty or seventy, with a harsh old face and a tight, no nonsense slicked back bun. Her glasses looked like they belonged in the fifties and her clothes were plain as could be. Her eyes fluttered open just as I knelt down beside her. Her eyes focused on me at first and were soft. "Oh hello there dear. I…" She opened her gaze around her and froze at the creatures she saw. Her hands lifted and started to shake and she started screaming irrationally. "OH HELP! HORRIBLE SPACE CREATURES! HELP!"

The turtles all took a surprised step back and I sighed as the old lady passed back out again. "I think what she meant was, thanks for the rescue." Mikey scratched his head, perplexed.

I stood and brushed the dirt off of my leather jacket. "Maybe she just can't appreciate your incredible beauty, Mikey."

Donnie moaned as Mikey grew three inches taller. "Oh god. Don't feed his ego. Not even jokingly!" He noticed something flickering at the top of the alley, where pieces of the scooters had fallen. "Hey, what's that…?"

We watched him go, allowing him a few moments of exploration as we stepped away from the old lady, trying to figure things out. I looked out just in time to see a few more scooters driving past with captured humans kneeling on their decks. I crossed my arms uncomfortably. "This is such a mess. I can't believe this is happening here, of all places."

Leo shook his head, turning to us with frustration. "I just don't get it! Why would the Triceratons be rounding up civilians? It doesn't make sense."

Raphael was down in a crouch inspecting a few other pieces of debris. He snorted at Leo's words and looked up at him. "Don't look at me bro. Ask the freak n'geek over there." He pointed back at Donnie who was playing with some kind of tracking device. It looked like a tiny television with a holder, and it was beeping uncontrollably.

Don tapped the screen and walked over towards us, though his attention was undivided from the unworldly device. "Well, for starters, it seems like the Triceratons are only rounding up certain civilians." Raphael stood and we all turned to face the purple clad ninja, looking over his shoulders for a better view of the screen. He fiddled with it for a few seconds before it seemed to activate with a rather large bing, surprising all of us enough to take a step back. "Woah!"

The screen was a simple grid pattern with a flashing dot in the middle, looking kind of like a compass for whatever it was being drawn towards. Donnie looked up at us with worry painted on his face. "I don't know what it is they're looking for, but whatever it is, we're full of it."

Raphael chuckled and threw a thumb back at Mikey. "No big news there. Mikey's always been full of it."

Leonardo rolled his eyes and Mikey pouted, but before either of them could say anything Donnie turned the tracker to me, the worry on his face becoming even more pronounced. "And you're off the chart, Charlotte." As he brought the device closer to me, it went haywire, beeping and screaming and jumping around in Dons hands. He had to shut it off to make it stop.

I rubbed my hands across my face, the tone in my voice dropping a few degrees into sarcasm. "Fantastic."

Raphael, still the tallest of his brothers, seemed to grow a few inches taller, as if trying to make himself more menacing. There was no denying it worked, nor that the tone of his voice didn't help immensely. "We gotta figure out what's going on."

Leonardo scanned the area outside of the alley way before leading us out and across the street towards some still intact apartment buildings. "Agreed. Let's find somewhere where we can watch the news."

It took us quite a few tries, but eventually we found an apartment window that had a television facing the outside world. We all crouched outside on the fire escape and listened through the cracked window to the news report coming in.

I shook my head as it continued to pan from scene to scene of the state of the world. "I honestly can't believe this is happening. Nexus battles I can deal with. Fighting against small armies and mentally deranged Ninjas? Sure thing." I pushed my hair out of my face as I fixed my pony tail. "But alien invasions? I'm pretty sure this is all a dream and I'm going to wake up soon in a padded cell."

Mikey tilted his head towards me, leaning it on my shoulder with a goofy smile. "At least your delusions are cute. Or, at least one of them is."

I had to laugh as I shoved him off. My retaliation was cut however, by the television crackling and then changing scenes completely to a redish-orangish Triceraton who looked much more decorated then any I had ever seen.

Raphael growled. "Zanramon"

"Inhabitants of this planet! You are now under my control and my command. I am Zanramon, Prime Leader of the great and glorious Triceraton republic!"

He sure looked it as well. He wore extravagant robes of white, brown and gold, and a type of golden grown sat upon his head between his two horns. He looked cocky and proud, though with a surly and unlikeable grimace painted across his features. I didn't like him at all.

"Hear our demands. You will immediately surrender to us Professor Honeycutt, a fugitoid, or face annihilation." The screen image shifted from the Prime Leaders face to a picture of a skinny, simple looking robot with spindly arms and a large, oval shaped head. The picture moved from the full screen up into the corner as the Prime Leaders face came back into view. "If you give us the fugitoid, we may spare your pathetic lives. Deny us, and you will be destroyed! You have ten trigons to reply."

"Yeah, whatever the fuck trigons are." My mumble was lost in sound of Leonardo's commanding voice.

"What a surprise, they're looking for the fugitoid."

I leaned back against the stairs of the fire escape, leaning my elbows against the steps and crossing my ankles. "Well, where is the fugitoid?"

Raphael shook his head. "Not on Earth. Remember that explosion that went down with the Shredder that left us all with the unfortunate false hope that he was dead?"

I nodded. "Yeah, that was all over the news."

"Professor Egg-Head was staying with the Utroms at the time. He teleported out o' there with 'em. He ain't on earth no more."

Mikey shook his head. "Yeah. The term 'oops, wrong planet' comes to mind."

Raphael offered me his back as the boys all left the window, climbing up towards the roof where we would be better out of sight. We ducked down under the lip of the roof as a brigade of airships flew in the hundreds above our heads. Donnie pulled out the tracking device he had found and started playing with it again. "It all makes sense now. This is tracking the trans ionic residue that comes from the transmat beam to trace Professor Honeycutt, since it was his invention."

I held up my hand like a student in school. "So this transmat beam thing, what does it do exactly?"

Leonardo shrugged. "It's just basically a teleportation device. It's the invention that the Triceratons and the Federation are after. It's the thing that could, apparently, win the war. That's why they need the Professor so badly."

Mikey nodded and threw out his hands. "Yeah, but there's a problem you're all seeming to forget. Remember when he was here? We built his transmat for him and it didn't even work! He escaped with the Utroms! His invention was a total dud!"

The last of the ships past and we stood, the wind whipping at my hair and at the tails of the boys masks, sending them all fluttering to the side. We looked out across the decaying city; smoke was rising from different buildings, fires raged, screams still sounded off in the distance and there was broken glass everywhere. It looked post apocalyptic, and it was completely and utterly jarring.

Raphael crossed his arms and took a step forwards, his body turned slightly to the side and a scowl apparent on his face. He looked down at our broken city in frustration. "So let me get this straight. The Tricera-creeps are after someone who ain't even here, because they want an invention that don't even work?!" His hands came up to his head, trying to comprehend the stupidity of the situation.

Leo placed his hands on the edge of the roof and looked out over New York, his shoulders hunching and his eyes narrowing. "That about sums it up." A ringing sound came from his cell and he flicked it open, putting the phone on speaker for us all to hear. "Hello?"

"Leo! It's April. Casey and I are in kind of a tough spot…" April's voice was an urgent whisper, and we all exchanged worried looks. Her voice was going in and out of range as she tried to explain what was going on.

I took a step forwards and spoke into the phone. "Hey, Miss. O'Neil? Can you speak a little louder? We can't hear you."

"Uh…not exactly. We're being held by aliens! They're big and ugly and they stink! They've got a bunch of us here in Central Park and –" Whatever she was about to say got cut off in an abrupt crackling noise and then a dead line.

Leo snapped the phone shut, the anger in him growing at a fastened pace. If he didn't calm down soon, we'd have two Raphael's on our hands. "We have to go save them!"

Raphael pulled his sai, his snarl becoming larger by the second. "No shit, Sherlock! Quit sittin' around, twiddling your shells and lets go!"

They all ran off before I could inquire anything about a plan, and I was just forced to run after the lot of them, hoping Leo had one tucked up his sleeve.

Or I guess his shell.