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Every morning, Nancy would get up early to practice, and then she would go to work. At night, she would come home to the lair and spend her evenings with the guys until they went out on patrol. Tonight on TV, there was a special news bulletin.
"Welcome to channel three news." This was the anchor. "We're following up on a light post that fell onto a pedestrian after it was cut. The culprits were a group of teenagers who thought it would be funny, if a light post were to fall over." Then pictures of the boys were shone as they were carted off to jail.
Michelangelo and Nancy were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, tossing popcorn into each other's mouths. At least attempting to. Raphael on the easy chair asked them to toss him a piece.
"Open your mouth," Nancy said. Raphael did and Michelangelo and Nancy threw popcorn as fast as they could at him. Raphael raised his arms to fend off the attack, then Michelangelo and Nancy stopped. Nancy put her bowl down and sighed.
"What's wrong?" Michelangelo asked.
"I want to go do something, go out." Nancy said. Raphael thought for a moment then stood up.
"I know what we can do," he said. Nancy and Michelangelo followed him to the sewer. Raphael approached a large pile of rags, He moved them to reveal his motorcycle.
"Oh, wow," Nancy said. It was already dark out side. The helmets Raphael had were too big for Nancy, so Michelangelo and Raphael put Nancy in the middle. The night flew by. Nancy would swear at that time that she could fly.
Raphael slowed to a stop at Central Park. Nancy stretched her legs as the guys his the motorcycle. A small lake was nearby, Nancy went over to look at it. Raphael and Michelangelo came up behind her to see what she was doing.
"You know the water is so . . ." Nancy turned to stand, lost her footing and fell into the water. Standing up, it was only knee deep, she shivered. ". . . cold," Nancy finished her thought. The guys laughed at her. Nancy started splashing them and they soon were too in the lake. With all their fun, they didn't notice a figure coming towards them.
"Nancy." All three turned around, in the water. Shredder was standing there.
"Come home, Nancy," he said. "You don't belong with those freaks."
"I already have a home," Michelangelo put his arm around Nancy and she took Raphael's hand. "It's with the turtles and not with you."
"Nancy you don't understand," Shredder started.
"I think I understand very well," Nancy interrupted. "You kidnap me from my mother and stepfather to use me against the turtles, all because I look like Shannon." A look of pain crossed Shredders eyes.
"That wasn't the only reason," Shredder said. Nancy just stood there in the water. "You're my daughter, too."
"No, no way," Nancy said. "You're just trying to mess with me.
"It's true," Shredder said. "Why do you think you and Shannon look so much alike?"
"It's not possible," Nancy said. The turtles moved Nancy out of the water, out of Shredders reach. "My mom told me that my father. . ."
"Came down from New York," Shredder interrupted. "And met your mother. We were lovers, but when she got pregnant, I put space between us. I don't think she ever realized that she gave birth to twins. I took Shannon at birth, and left you." Nancy's legs couldn't support her anymore, as she leaned in Michelangelo's arms. Raphael had slipped away.
"How could you have known," Nancy whispered. "Unless, unless. . . it's true." Nancy swallowed, took a breath and looked at Michelangelo. "Please take me home," Nancy looked at Shredder. "Right now, my home is with the turtles." Shredder was starting to get angry.
"No, Nancy," Shredder shouted. "You're irrational. You're coming home with me.
"No," Michelangelo said. Stepping back with Nancy. Raphael came up next to them with his motorcycle. "Her home is with us, dude." He put on a helmet, and lifted Nancy in his arms. "You heard her." Raphael revved up the motorcycle, and Michelangelo jumped on putting Nancy between them. Shredder yelled in anger as they sped off into the night. Nancy held tight onto Michelangelo's arm, watching everything speed by with glazed eyes. Back in the lair, Nancy started sniffling.
"Nanc, don't cry," Michelangelo said softly.
"I'm not," Nancy said. "I'm cold," but she was lying. Nancy was crying inside. Crying out the hurt she felt, the cold, and the emptiness. Giving a shaky sigh, Nancy went to take a warm shower. She stayed in there for a few minutes crying silently, letting the tears fall down her cheeks mingle with the water. A knock on the door startled her.
"Nanc, you okay in there?" It was Michelangelo. Nancy took a few deep breaths.
"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute," she called. Nancy finished and got into the dry clothes she brought in with her. Raphael had gone to bed, Michelangelo waited for her. He walked Nancy to her room and sat next to her on the bed. Michelangelo tucked some of Nancy's hair behind her ear, and turned her face towards him.
"Knowing that Shredder is your father doesn't change how I feel about you," Michelangelo said.
"How do you feel?" Nancy asked.
"Let me think of the right way to tell you," Michelangelo responded. Nancy nodded. Leaving the room Michelangelo turned to Nancy. "Goodnight Nanc." She looked, didn't even realized that he had gotten up.
"Don't leave me," Nancy said. "Please, stay with me? At least until I fall asleep." Michelangelo walked back to the bed as Nancy crawled under the covers. He sat with her until her breathing became regular, and quietly, left her room.
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