Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT. They're just staring in my own story. They aren't getting paid and nether am I. I do own however Jeanetta Patterson and Monica Patterson.

And a Thank You goes to Mikell for beta reading.

A/N: What nobody like? Come on…tell me do you like or what? A thank you to those that reviewed.

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Later that night Jean hung around in her room. Leo and Splinter had already gone to bed and Mikey was just about ready to call it a night from his video games. Donnie was working in the lab, going over her blood samples. She had been banished to her own room by Donnie, Leo and Master Splinter after dinner. They had gotten tired of her nodding off at the table.

But once she was back in her room she couldn't sleep. She kept running what that man had said over and over in her head. "Your human mind will disappear. You will become animal. Wild and savage with a human's cunning. They will have to kill you."

She sat down on her bed with her head in her hands. She hoped that Donnie could find out what that man had injected her with.

"Animals are not smart. They can show cleverness but not intelligence…"

"You just wait. You will turn, I made sure that you will eventually."

"I'm not an animal and the boys are not animals. They may have started that way, but they are not now. I will never become mindless." she whispered to herself.

Her ears shot forward and her nose picked up the sounds and sweet candy scent of Mikey as he finally climbed the stairs. His room was on the other side of Raph's. Jean got up and stuck her head out of her door and saw Mikey reach the top of the stairs and head to his room. Jean quickly walked toward him. He had just about disappeared into his room when she cleared her throat. "Mikey?"

Mikey jumped and let out a eep. He spun around his blur eyes wide. "Jean! You have got to stop doing that." he panted. glanced at her then looked away.

"Mikey can we talk?" Jean asked.

"I-I don't know…can we?" he tried to joke around but the why he kept avoiding her eyes and shifting around told her that he was uncomfortable.

"Mikey…look, I want to say I hope that this…mess….that I found my self in…" she put a hand under Mikey's chin. She guided his head so that he would look at her. She smiled up at him taking in his baby face. Unlike his brothers, he still retained the rounder and sweeter face. His round baby blue eyes met her mismatched one, "I hope that it doesn't change anything between us." She dropped her hand. "We still best buds…right?"

"Jean," he said, sounding serious, "I want you to know, that I really do like you… " he took both her hands and looked straight into her eyes and got one of his really serious looks that he saved for times like this, "I know now that it was you that…kissed me…"

"Mikey. I love you but not in that way. That kiss…the easiest way to say it is that we spend a lot of time together and at the moment it seemed to me to be the right thing to do."

Mikey nodded, "Yes. I mean, I really do like you and all, but I think you would be a funner friend and all that. And plus, I've seen some of Master Splinter's soaps…I know how complicated relationships can get."

Jean laughed at Michelangelo's comparison. "So all is forgiven? You won't avoid me like I've got cooties or the plague or something?" Jean asked, smiling at him once her giggling subsided.

"No, but I'm not to sure that you don't have cooties." Mikey's mischievousness was coming back. "Yeah- I think I would like you better if you were like one of my bros, and not my girlfriend. Is that okay…?" he asked, looking a little worried.

Jean smiled at her friend, "Yeah its okay, Mikey."

He then grinned great big and wrapped her in a big hug. "I'm sooooo glad that you're back." he let go of her and then gave her a sly look, "I bet you wouldn't be up for a round of our 'skateboard tag'? it being so late and everything?"

Jean hid her grin and faked a yawn. "I don't know. It is late…and you do look tired….so…."she then turned and jumped over the railing and landed on her feet in the main room, "that means you couldn't catch me!" she called over her shoulder and ran to grab her own skateboard.

"Hey…no fair!" Mikey yelled as he gave chase.

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Donnie stared at the blood samples that he had taken from Jean earlier. He couldn't find anything new. He sighed and pulled back, rolling his chair over to one of his computers. He paused when he heard Jean and Mikey running through the lair then the voices faded. He smiled lightly, now glad that they were back to being normal. After Jean had came back and the hug that Mikey had given her, he had pulled back and acted like she had burned him. He had avoid her for the last two days. They now had apparently made up but now it was Raph he was worried about. He had been quiet even since the shock of finding out Jean's problem. Donnie had been noticing that he had been watching Jean even more then normal. Donnie shook his head and turned back to his computer and opened a search engine.

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Jean and Mikey stumbled thorough the lair's doors, giggling. They were both wet from the storm's continuing battle on the surface. Neither had won in their 'skateboard tag'. Jean shushed Mikey and he had to bite down on his tongue. They looked around the dark lair and saw that most of the lights were off. Jean shook her head the water drops hitting Mikey. He laughed and took a step back.

"I'm hungry…wanta see what's in the fringe?" Mikey asked.

Jean grinned, "You're always hungry Mikey."

"Hey, I'm a growing turtle! I need nourishment." He pouted.

Jean laughed, "You grow anymore you'll bust out of your shell."

"I'm not fat!"

"No… but I remember when you and Donnie were both the same height as me. Now you tower over me."

"Well come on shorty." Mikey snorted.

Jean stuck her tongue out at him and stuck her nose up in the air grinning. She caught the sweet scent of incense and candles and apples. "Hello Leo." she greeted the forest green turtle as she walked into the kitchen.

Leo sat at the table with a cup of tea. He looked up when Jean and Mikey walked in. "Hi Jean, Mikey," he greeted.

"What are you doing up?"

Leo looked down at his tea and grunted, "Couldn't sleep. You two done terrorizing the sewers?"

"Yeah," said Mikey as he begin to rummage through the fringe. "Care to join us for some ice-cream and soda?"

"No thanks. Though Jean... weren't you supposed to be in bed?" Leo asked as he settled his golden hazel eyes on Jean.

"I couldn't sleep once I was in my room." Jean said as she opened the tub of ice-cream that Mikey slid over to her to open as he pulled out the sodas and grabbed a bag of candy. She dished the ice-cream into bowls and replaced the ice-cream back in the freezer. She sat back down at the table as Mikey handed her a soda.

"Here is the soda and I even found some licorice."

Jean's eyes widened. "Licorice? Michelangelo you are my hero," she said as she practically dived for the bag of candy. "Licorice is right up there with olives on my list of favorites."

Leo rolled his eyes.

Jean chewed on the licorice as she ate the ice-cream. Mikey had already downed his bowl and had turned to popcorn and other candies and soda. Jean finished her ice-cream and chewed thoughtfully on the candy. She finally put the candy down and turned to the refrigerator. As she dug through the shelves on her search she rolled her eyes as she heard Leo began on a another tirade

"Jean you really need to go to bed early." Leo finished.

Jean grabbed her prize and tore open the plastic. "Yes Daddy Leo." she grumbled sarcastically and grabbed a hand full and shoved it into her mouth. She swallowed it whole then stood back up and turned to Leo, closing the door.

She sat back down at the table and picked up another handful and ate it. It wasn't until her fourth one that she noticed that both Mikey and Leo were staring at her with looks of amazement and disgust on their faces, their mouths handing open.

"Dude…"

"Uh, Jean…you do know what you are eating…right?" Leo asked hesitantly.

Jean cocked her head and looked down at the package that she was holding. The red blood of the raw hamburger stained her right hand. The red and purple glob of meat that was still in her hand dripped the cold blood onto the table.