Madelyn Dearing is a little girl with a vivid imagination. So making up an imaginary friend isn't so unusual for her. But the thing is she just can't stop talking about her Mr. Turtle. This story follows the little girl Leo has tea with in "Slash and Destroy".

Donatello caught her twice that night. So why did she still feel like she was falling? In the aftermath of her abduction and rescue from the Kraang, April O'Neil reflects on how her life has changed forever. But can she face the coming challenges alone? (Meanwhile, Leo learns the nature of a hero, and something strange is coming from the sewers...)

It's been a year since Donatello caught her for the first time, and though April now knows that her new family will never let her fall, that doesn't mean there aren't a lot of challenges they still have to face. The adventure continues in Season Two of "Falling." (Cover art by yipyop)

War makes for unlikely allies, and when the dimensional breach in the ocean floor allows monsters into the world, four unlikely heroes emerge from the shadows to save their city from destruction. As a hapless rookie learns the truth behind the elusive Rangers who pilot the Jaeger called Shell Shocker, he must adapt to this strange new reality, or be consumed by the Kaiju war.

Inspired by Fantasia Wandering's wonderful fanfiction Falling. It all happened so fast. It only took 10 seconds for a normal training session to go horribly wrong. Why did it turn out this way? Rated T because I am a paranoid author who'd rather be safe than sorry. Chapter 14 now posted :) [Complete]

Now he's home but things have changed. His brothers are mad, furious even that he left for so long... but what if it wasn't his fault? What if he was taken and forced to endure the unthinkable while in the hands of his captors? His brothers don't know what happened, he doesn't want them to. He can't tell them his greatest failure. He was once so mighty...

He charged at full force. He ran hard, not caring if anyone saw him. He forced his legs to go faster, he needed to get away. He ran as hard as his legs would take him... away from the enemy. A tactical retreat, he would call it.