Thank you to sundance1989 and Cat girl for their reviews last chapter. You guys always make me smile with them! :)

As always, I'm really tired and will be cleverer about this later, but please go read A Ninja's Dance, by Gia's Soul. It's seriously awesome and worth it. Judith is one of my favorite OCs on this website. Period.

This one sorta counts as two chapters in one. It was meant to be two chapters, but I liked it better as one so... meh. It's 2 in the morning and I only got this up cause I couldn't sleep, so now, hopefully, g'night yall.

Edit: Oh man, so many mistakes. O.o I'm trying to fix at least some of them. I was so dizzy when I wrote this and I'm not completely better yet. Feel free to tell me of errors always. Also this chapters sort of a reminder as well that this is rated T.

Kitty sat with her head in one hand. As much as she liked school okay (and especially with as much as she was paying for it) she was having an abnormally difficult time keeping focus.

A certain little turtle kept coming to the forefront of her brain. Michelangelo. Also known as her little shadow. She really wasn't sure to make of the little moss colored, stuttering turtle that had taken to following her around. It wasn't like he stood behind her every second of the day or anything, but when she was home he did have a tendency to follow her from room to room. It was a unique characteristic among his brothers who all seemed to do their own thing. They tended to come and go from her presence as they pleased.

She couldn't quite say she really minded his attachment. It was actually very cute in a way, but she really didn't know what to make of it. Being watched nearly constantly was a little unnerving. For example this morning, he somehow woken up in the middle of the night, escaped his brothers grasps and relocated to the living room to presumptuously find it acceptable with the lack of extra space in her nest to lay on top of Kitty instead of next to her.

One could only imagine her surprise in the morning when she woke up with big blue eyes only inches from her face staring down at her.

"Yay! Y-yor a-awake!" Michelangelo cheered, sitting up from his position above her, "T-time to g-g-go ma-ake muff-muffins!"

"Muffins?" Kitty asked, blinking away morning blurriness as she tried to adjust to the light coming in from the big window in the living room.

"Yeah! L-like you s-s-said!"

She most certainly did not say!

After a moment of careful deliberation of the situation however, she just let out a sigh before sitting up and letting the turtle tot roll from her stomach onto her lap instead. She rubbed each of her eyes before taking a quick look around the surrounding area. Muffins huh?

"Alright Mikey, lemme get ready first."

"K-kay!" Michelangelo exclaimed, scrambling off of the adult who was still half asleep. She longed to go back to her poker game with Issac Neutron, Elvis and the dragon.

A quick glance at the clock as she stood revealed that it wasn't even six yet. No one else would be up yet. It was a wonder Mikey was. As far as she could tell, he had the oddest schedule of the four. Sometimes he'd sleep in for hours and hours, but others days he'd be awake so early it was before the bird could even get the worm.

She really didn't pay attention much as her tired form trotted into the bathroom. All she wanted was a shower, coffee would come next. Maybe then she'd be human enough again to process making muffins with the turtle tot who may actually in fact be the definition of hyperactive when he was excited. And somehow, he always seemed excited when she taught him new things. Especially when it had to do with cooking.

She felt guilt start to weigh down on her shoulders though when she realized that his awe with food preparation probably stemmed from the fact that he had a serious and concerning lack of in his life.

Deep down the adult knew she would teach him everything he asked and make him whatever he wished. It made him happy and the boy deserved a little happiness in his life.

Kitty turned on the shower, letting it warm up until it started to steam. As she waited, she quickly stripped herself of her peace sign print pajama bottoms and her plain black tank, haphazardly tossing them into the corner of the room to be dealt with later. Just a minute or two more until the water warmed enough that she wouldn't freeze. She was just about to start slipping out of her sleep bra when-

A gasp took her attention. A look over her shoulder revealed Michelangelo.

Shit.

She had forgotten to latch the door properly. He probably stumbled in thinking that 'getting ready' meant her basic hair and makeup routine. It certainly sounded something like what she had told the little turtle as she let him watch her go through the process of hair brushing and styling. For some reason he would watch nearly unwavering in the mornings as she put on foundation and then used different powers to build the color on her face just a little. She usually let him choose her eye-shadow or lipstick color too.

She knew he was a kid, but it was almost worse. Despite her job, she made an effort to dress fairly modestly around the boys as she could. She didn't want them to get the wrong impression about girls and what they were meant to look like. It was just by some miracle that he didn't walk in when she was fully in the nude. Talk about uncomfortable.

Michelangelo just stood there, staring at her with wide eyes and a pinched snout. She could only describe the look on her face as perplexity. Kitty grabbed a towel and tried to cover up just a bit more. That seemed to pull him from whatever fixation or curiosity he had because he looked up at her face now and made eye contact with the adult before asking a question.

"K-kitty, why ah-are you we-wear-ing a s-sl-sling-sh-shot?"

"Miss Nora."

"Huh?" Kitty said, turning from the window to stare up at the teacher.

"Is there anything you'd like to share with the class?"

"No?"

"Nothing going on that's more important than your education?"

"No…"

"Then will you please find the derivative of x, in regards to function?"

"Well… the problem basically says to take the derivative of 5x^4 plus 2xy^2 plus y^2 plus 6… so it would be 20x^3 plus 2y^2 plus y^2.

The teacher blinked at her dumbly for a moment as the whole class looked on in awe, "You… didn't write Lagrange's Notation up on the board… or even Leibniz's notation…"

"I'm… sorry… did I do it wrong?" Kitty asked, shrinking into her desk chair. Why don't these tables provide more cover?

The teacher snatched her notebook and stared at the blank page for a moment before flipping back. He stood with a frown, possibly at her lack of note taking for the day because one page turn and he had already found her homework problems.

"Who taught you this?" He asked, shoving her weekend problems back in her face.

"A friend of mine just noticed that I was going through a lot of steps. He just watched me work then asked why I had to go through so many steps to do something simple...I don't think he's ever done calculus before," Kitty said wishing she was a bit more like the turtle she was thinking of. She'd love to have a shell to hide in that very second.

"Impossible, whoever did this has taken higher level calculus problems and simplified it into a process that one could quickly complete in their head. Who helped you do this? I would like to speak to them."

Kitty inwardly groaned. She hadn't really thought of the consequences of having a toddler mutant turtle help her with her homework. The boy had just watched her for a few minutes silently. When she asked him if there was something he needed, he asked her about the lengthiness of it before pointing out a much faster and easier way to go about the problem. At the time she was all for it. Getting through it was a breeze after the tot's intervention and she had been able to spend some time with Mikey, teaching him the wonders of homemade play-dough.

Now though, she realized there were consequences to cutting corners. How was she meant to explain that not only was it an approximately five year old boy who apparently came up with this new and strange way to go about maths, but it was also a walking, talking, turtle?

In the end, there was really only one course of action she could take to ensure she could get out of this situation while protecting both her young wards and her grade. She had to take the dive or more accurately, they had to think she fainted from the stress. If it worked out like she hoped, her professors might even cut her a break for the remainder of the semester.

Kitty let out a gasp and then a slight wheezing sound. After half-lidding her eyes for effect and then closing them, she let her head lul forward and back for a mere second before concentrating to relax all of her muscles. Her various limbs started to slide and then all at once, she fell out of her desk chair and onto the floor in a heap, controlling the fall just enough to ensure she landed on her shoulder and not her head.

She heard several loud gasps of various notes all around her. Then quick footsteps of leather shoes on the cold tiled floor and finally the 'click-clack' sound of the number pad on the clunky school phones was a tell-tale sign her plan was working. The 'screech' of several chairs echoed throughout the room and even with her eyes closed she could sense the crowd building up around her and their intermittent muttering and silence as they stared on helplessly at her fallen figure.

It was just about five minutes before the emergency personnel must have shown up. She was careful not to react yet. The struggle of not twitching was real as two fingers pressed up against her neck. Kitty nearly feared she wouldn't be able to get through it without giggling, but she bit the inside of her cheek to combat the tickling sensation with pain.

After a brief inspection, she felt two hands on her upper back, one under her knees and one on her butt. She could hardly believe one of the emergency personnel was using this as an opportunity to cop a feel. There would be words later. Many words. For now though, she was supposed to be unconscious, or at least pretending to be. She'd let herself 'come to' sometime on the ride out. Yeah, they'd probably make her go to the hospital or at least some kind of clinic for a tick. Sure, her shoulder hurt like a motherfucker from the fall -praise all of her work dance lessons teaching her how to fall correctly- but she knew she'd be fine in a while. Hell, if she was lucky, any inspection of her person would run quick enough that she might even be able to get home and show Raph how to play the Kirby on the NES like she promised.

Kitty mentally cheered to herself as she officially made it out of the classroom. She was certain she deserved an Oscar for that award worthy performance.