April's computer blings.

"What's blinging?" Spike frowns.

April switches sites. "It's…..Mikey."

"Mikey's blinging."

"No, Mikey's sent me a message….oh." April leans back. "It's from Leo. 'Bradford's pretending to be Mikey's friend, actually works for the Shredder. We think he might be in trouble.'." She slaps her forehead. "I should never have let him get on that site!" She turns. "Spike?"

The door slams shut in answer.

April groans and sends a message back. Hang on, Spike's coming.

Bling.

What? Why? – Leo

She likes getting herself into trouble? IDK – April

Ugh, she might get hurt. –Leo

She was in the last fight, right? – April

Yeah, but I don't like making a habit of getting her in trouble. Or you. – Leo

Spike will do what Spike will do. She's great at getting herself in and out of scrapes, and me too. She's a mother hen. – April

I can't see that. Hang on, she's here. That was fast. TTYL – Leo

April sighs and closes the website.

~Where April Goes~

"What are you doing here?!" Raphael explodes.

Spike pushes on his plastron to move him out of the way. "Helping you."

"We don't need help," he argues.

Spike shoots him a glare. "April and I got him on that stupid site in the first place. I'm helping."

Donatello glances at her worriedly. "You could get hurt."

"I've been in fights before." She shrugs. "Not dead yet, am I?"

Leonardo shakes his head. "You are determined to get yourself killed."

"No. I'm determined to help." She grasps her mace. "I'm gonna help."

"You aren't trained for this type of thing," Donatello reminds her.

She shrugs. "I've been taking fighting sports."

"That isn't training for something like this," Leonardo explains.

"My son is right," Splinter remarks, entering the room. "You have bravery in your heart, but not as much skill in your body."

She turns and inclines her head in respect. "Master Splinter."

He nods. "Sarah."

She shakes her head.

He puts a paw on her shoulder. "I understand you want to help, but you just aren't prepared for this. Any of this. The fights against the mutants and aliens, not to mention against the Foot Clan, are probably too much for you. You'd need training for this specifically."

Spike nods and frowns before glancing up. "Then train me."

He raises an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

"Train me," she says earnestly. "If you're concerned about my safety, then please, train me. I don't know what I'd offer in return, but anything you need I'll help with. I swear, I want to do this. I haven't wanted to do something so much since boxing."

Splinter strokes his beard. "And what would you do with the skills you'd acquire?"

"Protect people," she says seriously. "Stop threats. Do something meaningful with my life."

Splinter smiles slightly. "I see." He turns slightly. "It would be difficult."

Spike nods.

Splinter turns to face her again. "Very well. If you think you can do it," he turns. "Training starts tomorrow afternoon."

Spike's eyes widen and she bows slightly. "Thank you, Sensei," she says, trying out the word. She smiles slightly. Splinter pats her shoulder gently and leaves.

Spike turns to the turtles, whose mouths are hanging open.

"Let's go save Michelangelo," she says.