TMNT

It's Never Over

Author's note and disclaimer: Ok I thought I could give my original story 100% of my attention. But I got an idea yesterday and now I have to finish it before I really focus on my story. And that's it. I'll take a hiatus after this one because I really want to get this book done and try to get it published. I do not own TMNT.

Chapter One

It had been a few months since Ashley's fight with Shredder and since then their little group haven't had dealings with the Foot Clan. Just easy wins with the Purple Dragons or innocent human beings that were turned into mutants. April, Ashley and Casey were able to focus on school—for the most part—while April continued her training with Master Splinter. Ashley was in and out of training with him, while she tried to settle into have a normal life. Raphael and Ashley hung out a bit more or spoke on the phone a lot and it was during one of those calls when Ashley noticed something about Oliver.

She was leaning against the island in the kitchen, stuffing her face with multiple chips, while talking to Raph on the phone. Oliver walked in, she greeted him with a waved and bright smile, but he didn't return the gesture. Looking at him closely, Ashley saw the dark circles under his eyes and how thin he had become. When the house phone rang Oliver's whole body tensed as he debated in answering it. He picked it up and hung up quickly, slamming it against the charger.

She mumbled on the phone, "Hey I have to go. I don't know, it's probably nothing. Yea I'll see you tomorrow. Bye."

Oliver joined her at the island as she tucked her phone away in her back pocket. She pushed the bowl of chips towards him and squinted her eyes as he ate one. "Was that an old girlfriend?"

Oliver laughed, "I wish it was."

"Is something classified going on?" Ashley asked in between chewing.

"Nope." Oliver answered to quickly and changed the subject, "You haven't pissed off anyone recently, have you?"

Ashley thought for a moment, about her teachers, the kids at school, the Purple Dragons were always pissed off and the Foot Clan was happily silent. "Not recently, no. Why is someone challenging me to a rowdy fight in the street?"

"What the hell are you on? Do I need to get you drug tested?" Oliver joked.

Ashley laughed, "No. We're reading the Outsiders in English and we finished watching Grease the other day and started to watch West Side Story in choir." How could Oliver forget? She had been singing songs from Grease for the last week.

"Don't worry about the phone, okay?" Oliver ordered before he retreated to his room.

"But that makes me want to answer it even more now!" Ashley shouted.

"You no touch the phone." Oliver was laughing, which meant it could be nothing or it could be something and he just didn't want her involved. Over the next few days, however, Ashley noticed the house phone was ringing a lot more than usual. She tried to catch it before Oliver did, but he always beat her to it and just hung up on the person. She even asked Donnie if you could trace the caller, but the connection was too short for him to get anything. If Ashley couldn't get to the phone, then she would watch Oliver and the things she noticed worried her. He never slept, she knew this because she could hear him walking around at four in the morning. He hardly ate anything and she felt he was putting on a show for Ashley when he did eat. And as far as Ashley knew, he never left the house.

"I'm telling you somethings up." Ashley paced in the dojo while Master Splinter sat on the floor. "I know his whole job title is keeping secrets, but this one feels off to me."

"If Oliver does not want you involved there must be a good reason. Perhaps you should let it go for now." Splinter patted on the cushion beside him, "Meditate. Your anxiety will just worry him."

Ashley sighed, causing her bangs to fluff up, before she joined him. She wiggled until she was comfortable, closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. Almost instantly the smell of her breakfast overwhelmed her, it made her already full stomach growl for more. The room she was standing in was black and white, Oliver was there—in his sweats and navy short sleeved shirt. The hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention, the person behind her made her blood run cold. When Ashley turned around the figure turned to smoke, Oliver screamed and fell to the floor holding his stomach.

"No!" Ashley screaming made Master Splinter jump out of his own meditation. Her legs straightened as her hands ran through her hair, she tried to get control of her breathing before she even tried to speak.

"What did you see?" Master Splinter asked, dismissing his sons when they ran in.

"Something horrible." Ashley jumped up and ran towards the exit. "I'm sorry Master Splinter, I have to go."

Ashley ran passed the brothers and towards the tunnel without saying good-bye. Leonardo looked to his teacher and took his nod as an indication to follow her. When the boys left, Master Splinter's stoic expression shifted to a perplex curiosity and worry. They had been training Ashley's mind ever since her victory against the Shredder. The rat master noticed a few things on their first day, that Ashley had abilities, much like April's, except her visions showed her events that were happening in present time or in the future.

Ashley's legs felt like lead by the time she reached the apartment. Her heart almost stopped when she saw the door was wide open. Her phone call with the police was brief, hanging up on the dispatch lady before she had the chance to tell Ashley to not go inside. She snuck into their home, ready to fight the idiot that broke in. The vision she had rushed back like Deja Vu, and the only thing she felt was dread. Rushing to the living room, Ashley automatically dropped to her knees.

The brothers could hear her screaming from outside of the apartment complex. The only view they had to the living room was partially blocked due to the curtains. But they saw Ashley crawl towards Oliver's body and hugged him close to her—crying loudly to the point where they thought she might vomit.

"The attacker couldn't have gotten far, let's start looking." Leonardo ordered, but when Raph didn't jump into action he added, "Raph, you stay here. Report to us if anything happens."

Raph spoke quietly as he watched Ashley fall apart in a way he's never seen anyone crumble, "Yea…I'll be here."

Raph watched as the police tore Ashley away from Oliver's body. They double checked his pulse even though everyone knew he was far too gone to save. The men tried to ask her questions, but she was in shock and on the verge of a panic attack.

"Miss Holland is there any place you can go for a few days? A friend's house or another relative perhaps?" The detective asked.

Ashley shook her head numbly, "Everyone in my family is dead. Oliver was…all that I…had." She collapsed into a fit of tears again, her bloody hands covered her face until the detective pulled them away. Raph's grip on the edge of the roof cracked underneath the pressure—his anger had finally surfaced into reality and now he wished he was with his brothers. At least he would have the chance to punch someone in the face.

An officer was helping Ashley gather her things when she spotted Raph out her window. He gave her a small wave, but all Ashley could muster was a pathetic smile. She called April and asked if she and her father would be able to pick her up at the hospital in a few hours. Ashley turned her cell phone off before she climbed into the ambulance with Oliver's body. Raph texted his brothers where to meet him at when they were done hunting and chased after the vehicle. Catching glances of Ashley resting her face in the dry blood.

Outside the morgue Ashley waited and waited until the coroner and cops were finished finding all the answers they were going to find. And even tested Ashley's clothing and hands for any sort of chemical or material that was used to kill Oliver—ruling her out when they checked her alibi. A couple of men in black suits approached Ashley and offered their condolences. Even though they were black sunglasses Ashley could still make out their facial features. The one that sat with her had soft tan skin, with sharp cheek bones and a strong jaw line, with messy black hair and an athletic build. She imagine him with light brown eyes, almost the color of honey, but mixed with chocolate.

"Oliver was a solid agent." He said and placed a soft hand on Ashly's shoulder. "Ever since you moved in with him he changed. He joked a lot more and eased up a little. You made his day a little brighter." He tried to cover up the crack in his voice with a cough, but Ashley knew. She knew how close Oliver was with his buddies.

The other agent, the one who remained standing, was paler with buzzed blonde hair. He had more of a baby face than his partner and was a little bulkier. "We wanted to let you know that we'll take care of everything—including you. Oliver would have wanted us to."

Ashley felt embarrassed crying in front of Oliver's friends when she barely knew the man, "Thank you, but I'll manage."

"Miss Holland." The sitting agent spoke gently, "You're only a 17 year old girl."

"I can legally live on my own. I'm fine, really, please don't worry about me. I just want to say goodbye before my friend gets here."

The standing agent quickly smiled, but Ashley could tell it was warm with a memory, "He said you were incredibly stubborn."

Ashley and the agent stood in unison and he handed her a card, "If you need anything, anything at all. Please don't hesitate to call." She took it and promised him that she would, but in truth, she most likely wouldn't.

Ashley was in the depressing room in a matter of seconds when the coroner let her in. Oliver was covered all the way up his shoulders and with the blood cleaned off and his eyes shut he looked like he was asleep. The man left Ashley alone with him and at first she didn't know what to do. She ran her hands along her arms, attempting to stay warm and dug her toe into the floor. She leaned down, parted his hair the way he liked it and kissed his forehead—her tears landing and falling down onto the bed.

"I am so, so sorry Oliver."

Author's note: I think I'm going to have Ashley get a little involved with the tan agent. I haven't completely decided yet. Please review.