~Nope I still don't own the Turtles. Mirage does, but the characters I
created are mine so please don't use them without permission. Well on to
chapter two…~
Sara pushed open the door to her room and her eyes fell upon her still prone charge lying in the bed. She slowly approached him. As her heart beat started to race less she began to realize what a brash thing she had done. She knew absolutely nothing about this creature, which she had dragged into her home and thought for a minute of calling out her window to the police below. But looking at the turtle's placid face, bruised and purple she felt her heart ache. No creature no matter what he was deserved to be treated as badly as this fellow had been.
She stepped forward and touched his arm, unsure of her actions. It felt scaly but still different from the pond turtles she used to catch in her childhood, back in upstate New York. It was smoother and felt a bit more human then seemed possible. Sara taking a deep breath pushed away the last of her fears and started checking the creature for broken bones. Nothing felt out of order. Both working at summer camps and taking classes to try to improve her chances of acceptance to a police station had caused Sara to learn a lot of first aid. She had a large kit, a throw back to her grandmother who always seemed to have every type of healing agent on hand and went to work cleaning out cuts, patching things up and disinfecting anything that looked deep enough to get infected.
The Turtle wasn't actually in as bad of shape as he could have been in. It looked like his shell had taken the brunt of the attack and had protected this large reptile as well as it protected his smaller cousins. Only one thing made Sara nervous, he had taken at least one bad blow to his head… Half of his face was black and blue by now and Sara hoped it hadn't done anything seriously wrong to him that she couldn't tell. She sighed realizing she had done all she could. Now she would just have to wait and allow time to tell. She hated waiting. She went out to start dinner for herself. Digging through her fridge she realized she really should go shopping. Trying her freezer she was pleased to see she at least had two frozen pizzas left. She unwrapped one and put it in the oven. Hopping on the net in the meantime to see if she could find out anything more about turtles as a species that might help her treat her charge.
Deep within NYC the same thug that had threatened Sara and hurt the Turtle pushed open the door of a nice condo. He tossed weapons on the floor and approached a door to one side; it appeared to be an office. He knocked and waited to be allowed in.
"Enter…" He was buzzed in. The room as enormous. Expensive paintings adorned every wall and rich Persians carpets covered the floor. In the middle stood a large mahogany desk, freshly polished and shinning in the afternoon sunshine. To each side of the desk stood armed guards. Deadly large black guns, matched their equally deadly expressions. They looked the thug over but each recognizing him stood at silent attention. The leather chair that stood behind the desk swiveled to reveal a very attractive man, blond hair, and large hazel eyes. He wore an expensive suit that fit the décor of the rest of the room. The thug stood at attention waiting for orders.
"Well…Ice Pick…." The man said the thugs name with both disdain and a bit of amusement. " I understand that your group actually appeared to have accomplished something today?" The blond man picked up a letter opener as he talked, cleaning his nails with it, waiting.
"Ahhh, yeah Mr. Price. It was one of those Turtles that's been attacking your gun shipments. We got him good!" The Thug seemed pleased with himself. Mr. Price smiled.
"Well you did accomplish something. Those dreadful beasts have been a thorn in my side, for months now. Attacking my shipments of not only guns, but my ones of cocaine and ecstasy also. Always drawing attention so that the bloody Police find the things. Did you kill it?" Price studied Ice Pick, wondering if perhaps he had misjudged him as a blunderer.
"We beat it up good Mr. Price, but then the cops showed up and we aren't sure what…." Price cut Ice Pike off with a wave of his hand. He didn't need any excuses.
"So the Police have the beast. No matter, I'll just put in a few phone calls to some friends I have within the department and make sure the thing was killed. I don't assume they would have left it alive anyway. No one likes the blasted things." Price shrugged. "Gross is what they are." Ice Pick nodded. "All these mutants that have been popping up lately are nothing but disgusting problems. One I want taken care of. I am sick of them, especially these Turtles getting away with living among us. I run this city, not them and I want them to know it."
Price rose and turned to one of the bodyguards standing by his desk. "I want a message set out to all my men. There will be rewards for mutants. I will put a price on every head until I clean the city up of this pest problem so that I can do business in peace." Price turned back to Ice Pick and reaching into his desk pulling out a wad of bills. He tossed it to the excited thug. "I want you to spread the word you simpleton, tell the others about my new little game." Ice Pick held the money greedily as he back towards the door.
"I'll do that for ya, Mr. Price. Right away." He tore out the door as a very evil smile spread across Prices' face
The Turtle awoke… The first thing he felt was that he was rather warm. He realized as he tried to move that he was under a couple of thick blankets. He threw them off and looked around. He left eye was swollen shut, but he could still see out of his right one fine. The last thing he could remember was struggling against the large gang of thugs, he was actually surprised to be alive and wondered where in the hell he was. It appeared to be someone's bedroom. There was a dresser with papers and books all over it, most of them Stephen King. A shelf with DVDs, CDs and toys, a large TV set and a closet full of clothes. He also noticed posters all over the wall. Actors and movies he had heard of either from the television or one of his brothers.
He tried to stand but had to lie back, his head was absolutely pounding. It was then he first noticed the bedside table; it was small and covered with stuff much like the dresser. In the middle was a cleared spot with a glass of water and aspirin sitting in it. Someone had been prepared for him to awaken. He took four aspirin; the correct dosage never seemed to be enough for him and laid back down. As he concentrated he could hear the soft noises of someone moving around in another room. The person had to be small, because their steps were very light. He knew he was in the home of a stranger but could also plainly see he had been careful cared for. This made him feel less threatened. He wanted to stay awake, he struggled to do so but his body needed more sleep to heal and still trying in vain to listen to the sounds echoing from somewhere else he drifted back off to sleep.
Sara was never even aware that the Turtle had awaked. She got off the Internet when her food was ready and ate alone in silence. This was one thing she scolded herself for. She had been in NYC for months already and Sara hadn't really made many friends. It wasn't that she was crazy, or cruel to people. She was simply a very private person and she had trouble opening up to strangers. She sighed leaving the last of the pizza on top of the stove and walked into the living room to watch some TV. She knew she was going to have to sleep on her couch tonight and stuck her tongue out at the idea. Her couch was second hand and while worked well to sit on. Was a bit too lumpy for an actual good nights sleep. It didn't matter too much really. She knew she was going to call in sick tomorrow; she couldn't leave the Turtle alone when she was still uncertain about how well he was.
The phone rang and Sara jumped in surprise lost in her own thoughts. She hardly ever got calls so she ran over and grabbed the phone, hoping it didn't bother her sleeping guest.
"Hello…?" Sara settled back into her couch with the portable phone.
"Sara? This is Captain Green. We met a few days ago….?" Sara remembered the Captain, balding and giving off a strange vibe. She hadn't really liked him very much.
"Yeah I remember…was there something I could do for you? I'm…ummm kind of not feeling well, so I guess I should warn you I probably won't be in tomorrow." Sara stumbled over her words she had always been the worst liar when it came to fibbing to figures in authority. There was a pause on the other end, before Captain Green spoke.
"No… there won't be a need for you to come in here, I just had a…well a concerned citizen called me about the crime you reported today." Sara shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She didn't want any further questions asked about this.
"Well the Officers on the scene took my report, there really isn't much more to tell then that." Sara bit her lip; suddenly a cold lump was developing in her stomach. She had a bad feeling about this.
"Well this gentleman is a rather wealthy businessman in our community. It appears one of his workers had been in the area and saw a victim. I was wondering if you knew anything about this." A tiny noise came out of Sara's throat. She thought about the poor injured Turtle, laying sleeping in her own bed and found strength. She felt her feelings of distrust for Captain Green were well placed.
"Nope I just heard noises Captain Sir like I said…I wish I could help, but I ran… I was afraid for my own safety." Sara tried to make these last words sound final, like the discussion was closed for her. She listened as Captain Green paused again.
"Very good Sara thanks for your time. I'll call you if I need anything else." There was a click as the Captains line went dead. Sara sunk into her couch letting out a deep breath.
Meanwhile Captain Green clicked over from his phone call with Sara back to the caller that had been inquiring about the crime.
"She said she doesn't know anything Price… but she was also stumbling over her words a lot… I'll keep my eye on her for you." On the other end of the phone Price nodded and smile.
"You do that please Captain." Price hung up the phone.
When the Turtle woke for the second time, his head's pounding has lessened to a dull ache. It appeared the aspirin had done its job. He tried to rise and was more then pleased to find he could. With his senses returning to him he looked his body over. He grew angry as he noticed his form covered in cuts and dark, ugly bruises. He growled. A primal sound that echoed deep in he throat. What had he ever done to deserve this? He heard noises again, the soft sounds of the person moving and what almost sounded like light singing.
He stood, getting his balance back he felt fitter then he expected to. He was pleased the blows to the head hadn't seemed to do much damage other then knocking him silly for a short time. He moved with ninja stealth through the doorway of the bedroom and down the small hallway, towards the noise. He bypassed a living room, glancing in it, noticing it was empty. It looked like whoever occupied the house had spent the night on the couch. Where once he would have been touched by the gesture, with his senses back he was angry. He felt like he was being held captive and he wondered if whoever had helped him, had done so only to turn him over to his assaulters later. He leaned back against the hallway wall. So that the person holding him couldn't see him, but unfortunately he also couldn't spy them.
He heard small footsteps moving away from him and he charged without a second thought. He was moving fast and simply leapt toward the living shape in front of him grasping it with strong arms and pulling it tightly to him so it couldn't escape. He got the surprise of his life when instead of curses and weapons all he was greeted with was a women's scream.
He let her go shocked, but as he lost his grip she also pushed away from him…with the added momentum she stumbled back and slammed into the counter. She fell down with a whelp. Sitting on the floor she looked up at him, eyes wide, terrified.
It was then that he actually fully got his senses back to him. His anger gone, melting away with the scared, lost look that burned into him from the girls eyes. She was beautiful. Tiny, actually a bit shorter, then him probably 5'2. Toned he could tell from the hold he had, had on her just moments before. But he still didn't understand what he was doing here.
Finally he held out his hand palms out showing he meant no further harm…
"I'm sorry." His voice was uncertain. "I didn't mean to frighten you." The girl's eyes grew wide as she looked up at him.
"You can talk?" She asked in pure, dumbfounded shock. "What are you?" Sara was now beyond confused.
He held out a hand for her, she studied it for a moment before accepting it. "Fine way to show your gratitude, trying to murder me!" Sara's eyes narrowed as she stood and the Turtle sighed.
"I said I was sorry, I was just confused. I thought you were with those men…" His voice trailed off. He watched as her hard eyes grew soft.
"No I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so rude of coarse you would be a bit beside yourself, look at the trauma you just went through. Sit down…" Gentle hands pressed against his arms directing him towards a sit. He actually felt his heart jump.
Having him seated Sara stepped back a little to give the Turtle room. He had absolutely terrified her. She had been making breakfast when he had grabbed her. His arms has been so strong, and his grip had been so warm… Sara felt her skin goose pimple and she fought off the odd feelings she was getting. The Turtle cleared his throat.
"Maybe I should start with an introduction. My name is Leonardo. I think from my appearance you can tell I am a turtle." Sara pulled herself up a chair, she was fascinated by Leonardo. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined someone such as him could have existed.
"My name is Sara, Leonardo…."
"Leo…. That's what all my friends call me and sense you saved my life I suppose you qualify as a friend." He smiled at her. He wondered why he had been such a fool before. Attacking had seemed like such a good idea at the time. Strike first, ask questions later. Not usually his style, but with the day he had been having any idea that involved him being in power had seemed right.
"Leo it is then…." Sara's words brought Leonardo back from his thoughts. "I didn't have anything to do with those men Leo, if that's what you thought. I just couldn't stand to see you hurt, I wanted to help."
Her eyes looked pained and Leo felt his heart jump again. "I know you aren't with them. It's just been a long day…" Leonardo sighed… It was then his attention happened to fall on Sara's stove and her half finished pizza.
"Pizza?" Leonardo's face lit up. Sara's head turned to look at her stovetop and she couldn't suppress a bemused smile.
"Yeah would you like it?" The tension was broken between them.
Leonardo grinned. "If you wouldn't mind." Sara shook her head a half smile on her face, thinking how cute he looked when he was happy. She went over to her cupboards and pulled out a dish and put the pizza on it.
"So how do you feel Leo? Any pain anywhere?"
Leonardo shook his head. "No, my head was throbbing before, but other then the fact I look like hell, I actually don't feel to bad." Sara nodded handing him his pizza.
"Want anything to drink?" Leonardo dismissed the offer with a wave. Already digging into the pizza. "Leo…can I be blunt for a moment, hopefully without being rude and ask you something?" Sara returned to her sit, her own breakfast forgotten for the moment. Leonardo returned the piece of pizza he had just bitten into to, to his plate and nodded.
"Please feel free to ask Sara, I kind of assumed you would have questions." Leonardo returned to his pizza and started to make quick work of it.
"How did you come to be as you are? I mean are there a lot of giant talking turtles walking around?" Leonardo grinned.
"Enough…" Sara's eyebrows rose with question. "I have three brothers, we were mutated twenty years ago, and as we grew we achieved our present state. I also have a father. His name is Splinter. He's a giant talking rat." Leo smirked at the surprised expression that crossed Sara's face. Splinter taught my brothers and I in the art of Ninja. We use our skill to defend the city." Leonardo's pizza was finished and he pushed his plate away from him.
"What are your brothers names?" Sara still seemed curious.
"Michaelangelo is my youngest brother and he's a big goof ball. Always making a joke, but he's also the type of guy that you know you can always count on to be the first to stand up for you when the going gets rough." Sara smiled at the affectionate expression that had crossed Leonardo's face. "Donatello is a genius. There's no other word from him. You know the Professor from Gilligan's Island, how he could make a radio out of coconuts. I wouldn't be surprised if Donnie actually could. Then there's my last brother Raphael. He's extremely hot-heated, impulsive and annoying, and one of the strongest people I know." Leonardo's eyes grew sad. "I bet they are all really worried about me."
"You could call them if you like… I mean if you guys have a phone?" Sara looked so unsure; Leonardo couldn't help but smile again. He felt something strange somehow, something different. He pushed the feeling aside for the time being.
"Yes we do and if I could please use your phone?" Sara nodded and stood, grabbing her portable she handed it to him.
"I'll let you have your privacy." Touching his arm with her finder tips Sara walked from the room. She didn't notice Leonardo's eye linger on the spot she had touched before he started to dial.
Sara made her way into her bedroom. Looking at the absolute disaster it was she was suddenly embarrassed. 'Well if I had know I would have a giant, talking turtle staying here I would have cleaned up earlier.' She couldn't help but giggle at the thought. She started to gather things for the day allowing Leonardo as much time as he needed to talk.
~AN: I thought this was a good place to leave off. As always opinions and/or idea's are welcomed. Feelings stir between the two, but is either willing to admit it? And what is Price up to? Stay tuned to see! ~
Sara pushed open the door to her room and her eyes fell upon her still prone charge lying in the bed. She slowly approached him. As her heart beat started to race less she began to realize what a brash thing she had done. She knew absolutely nothing about this creature, which she had dragged into her home and thought for a minute of calling out her window to the police below. But looking at the turtle's placid face, bruised and purple she felt her heart ache. No creature no matter what he was deserved to be treated as badly as this fellow had been.
She stepped forward and touched his arm, unsure of her actions. It felt scaly but still different from the pond turtles she used to catch in her childhood, back in upstate New York. It was smoother and felt a bit more human then seemed possible. Sara taking a deep breath pushed away the last of her fears and started checking the creature for broken bones. Nothing felt out of order. Both working at summer camps and taking classes to try to improve her chances of acceptance to a police station had caused Sara to learn a lot of first aid. She had a large kit, a throw back to her grandmother who always seemed to have every type of healing agent on hand and went to work cleaning out cuts, patching things up and disinfecting anything that looked deep enough to get infected.
The Turtle wasn't actually in as bad of shape as he could have been in. It looked like his shell had taken the brunt of the attack and had protected this large reptile as well as it protected his smaller cousins. Only one thing made Sara nervous, he had taken at least one bad blow to his head… Half of his face was black and blue by now and Sara hoped it hadn't done anything seriously wrong to him that she couldn't tell. She sighed realizing she had done all she could. Now she would just have to wait and allow time to tell. She hated waiting. She went out to start dinner for herself. Digging through her fridge she realized she really should go shopping. Trying her freezer she was pleased to see she at least had two frozen pizzas left. She unwrapped one and put it in the oven. Hopping on the net in the meantime to see if she could find out anything more about turtles as a species that might help her treat her charge.
Deep within NYC the same thug that had threatened Sara and hurt the Turtle pushed open the door of a nice condo. He tossed weapons on the floor and approached a door to one side; it appeared to be an office. He knocked and waited to be allowed in.
"Enter…" He was buzzed in. The room as enormous. Expensive paintings adorned every wall and rich Persians carpets covered the floor. In the middle stood a large mahogany desk, freshly polished and shinning in the afternoon sunshine. To each side of the desk stood armed guards. Deadly large black guns, matched their equally deadly expressions. They looked the thug over but each recognizing him stood at silent attention. The leather chair that stood behind the desk swiveled to reveal a very attractive man, blond hair, and large hazel eyes. He wore an expensive suit that fit the décor of the rest of the room. The thug stood at attention waiting for orders.
"Well…Ice Pick…." The man said the thugs name with both disdain and a bit of amusement. " I understand that your group actually appeared to have accomplished something today?" The blond man picked up a letter opener as he talked, cleaning his nails with it, waiting.
"Ahhh, yeah Mr. Price. It was one of those Turtles that's been attacking your gun shipments. We got him good!" The Thug seemed pleased with himself. Mr. Price smiled.
"Well you did accomplish something. Those dreadful beasts have been a thorn in my side, for months now. Attacking my shipments of not only guns, but my ones of cocaine and ecstasy also. Always drawing attention so that the bloody Police find the things. Did you kill it?" Price studied Ice Pick, wondering if perhaps he had misjudged him as a blunderer.
"We beat it up good Mr. Price, but then the cops showed up and we aren't sure what…." Price cut Ice Pike off with a wave of his hand. He didn't need any excuses.
"So the Police have the beast. No matter, I'll just put in a few phone calls to some friends I have within the department and make sure the thing was killed. I don't assume they would have left it alive anyway. No one likes the blasted things." Price shrugged. "Gross is what they are." Ice Pick nodded. "All these mutants that have been popping up lately are nothing but disgusting problems. One I want taken care of. I am sick of them, especially these Turtles getting away with living among us. I run this city, not them and I want them to know it."
Price rose and turned to one of the bodyguards standing by his desk. "I want a message set out to all my men. There will be rewards for mutants. I will put a price on every head until I clean the city up of this pest problem so that I can do business in peace." Price turned back to Ice Pick and reaching into his desk pulling out a wad of bills. He tossed it to the excited thug. "I want you to spread the word you simpleton, tell the others about my new little game." Ice Pick held the money greedily as he back towards the door.
"I'll do that for ya, Mr. Price. Right away." He tore out the door as a very evil smile spread across Prices' face
The Turtle awoke… The first thing he felt was that he was rather warm. He realized as he tried to move that he was under a couple of thick blankets. He threw them off and looked around. He left eye was swollen shut, but he could still see out of his right one fine. The last thing he could remember was struggling against the large gang of thugs, he was actually surprised to be alive and wondered where in the hell he was. It appeared to be someone's bedroom. There was a dresser with papers and books all over it, most of them Stephen King. A shelf with DVDs, CDs and toys, a large TV set and a closet full of clothes. He also noticed posters all over the wall. Actors and movies he had heard of either from the television or one of his brothers.
He tried to stand but had to lie back, his head was absolutely pounding. It was then he first noticed the bedside table; it was small and covered with stuff much like the dresser. In the middle was a cleared spot with a glass of water and aspirin sitting in it. Someone had been prepared for him to awaken. He took four aspirin; the correct dosage never seemed to be enough for him and laid back down. As he concentrated he could hear the soft noises of someone moving around in another room. The person had to be small, because their steps were very light. He knew he was in the home of a stranger but could also plainly see he had been careful cared for. This made him feel less threatened. He wanted to stay awake, he struggled to do so but his body needed more sleep to heal and still trying in vain to listen to the sounds echoing from somewhere else he drifted back off to sleep.
Sara was never even aware that the Turtle had awaked. She got off the Internet when her food was ready and ate alone in silence. This was one thing she scolded herself for. She had been in NYC for months already and Sara hadn't really made many friends. It wasn't that she was crazy, or cruel to people. She was simply a very private person and she had trouble opening up to strangers. She sighed leaving the last of the pizza on top of the stove and walked into the living room to watch some TV. She knew she was going to have to sleep on her couch tonight and stuck her tongue out at the idea. Her couch was second hand and while worked well to sit on. Was a bit too lumpy for an actual good nights sleep. It didn't matter too much really. She knew she was going to call in sick tomorrow; she couldn't leave the Turtle alone when she was still uncertain about how well he was.
The phone rang and Sara jumped in surprise lost in her own thoughts. She hardly ever got calls so she ran over and grabbed the phone, hoping it didn't bother her sleeping guest.
"Hello…?" Sara settled back into her couch with the portable phone.
"Sara? This is Captain Green. We met a few days ago….?" Sara remembered the Captain, balding and giving off a strange vibe. She hadn't really liked him very much.
"Yeah I remember…was there something I could do for you? I'm…ummm kind of not feeling well, so I guess I should warn you I probably won't be in tomorrow." Sara stumbled over her words she had always been the worst liar when it came to fibbing to figures in authority. There was a pause on the other end, before Captain Green spoke.
"No… there won't be a need for you to come in here, I just had a…well a concerned citizen called me about the crime you reported today." Sara shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She didn't want any further questions asked about this.
"Well the Officers on the scene took my report, there really isn't much more to tell then that." Sara bit her lip; suddenly a cold lump was developing in her stomach. She had a bad feeling about this.
"Well this gentleman is a rather wealthy businessman in our community. It appears one of his workers had been in the area and saw a victim. I was wondering if you knew anything about this." A tiny noise came out of Sara's throat. She thought about the poor injured Turtle, laying sleeping in her own bed and found strength. She felt her feelings of distrust for Captain Green were well placed.
"Nope I just heard noises Captain Sir like I said…I wish I could help, but I ran… I was afraid for my own safety." Sara tried to make these last words sound final, like the discussion was closed for her. She listened as Captain Green paused again.
"Very good Sara thanks for your time. I'll call you if I need anything else." There was a click as the Captains line went dead. Sara sunk into her couch letting out a deep breath.
Meanwhile Captain Green clicked over from his phone call with Sara back to the caller that had been inquiring about the crime.
"She said she doesn't know anything Price… but she was also stumbling over her words a lot… I'll keep my eye on her for you." On the other end of the phone Price nodded and smile.
"You do that please Captain." Price hung up the phone.
When the Turtle woke for the second time, his head's pounding has lessened to a dull ache. It appeared the aspirin had done its job. He tried to rise and was more then pleased to find he could. With his senses returning to him he looked his body over. He grew angry as he noticed his form covered in cuts and dark, ugly bruises. He growled. A primal sound that echoed deep in he throat. What had he ever done to deserve this? He heard noises again, the soft sounds of the person moving and what almost sounded like light singing.
He stood, getting his balance back he felt fitter then he expected to. He was pleased the blows to the head hadn't seemed to do much damage other then knocking him silly for a short time. He moved with ninja stealth through the doorway of the bedroom and down the small hallway, towards the noise. He bypassed a living room, glancing in it, noticing it was empty. It looked like whoever occupied the house had spent the night on the couch. Where once he would have been touched by the gesture, with his senses back he was angry. He felt like he was being held captive and he wondered if whoever had helped him, had done so only to turn him over to his assaulters later. He leaned back against the hallway wall. So that the person holding him couldn't see him, but unfortunately he also couldn't spy them.
He heard small footsteps moving away from him and he charged without a second thought. He was moving fast and simply leapt toward the living shape in front of him grasping it with strong arms and pulling it tightly to him so it couldn't escape. He got the surprise of his life when instead of curses and weapons all he was greeted with was a women's scream.
He let her go shocked, but as he lost his grip she also pushed away from him…with the added momentum she stumbled back and slammed into the counter. She fell down with a whelp. Sitting on the floor she looked up at him, eyes wide, terrified.
It was then that he actually fully got his senses back to him. His anger gone, melting away with the scared, lost look that burned into him from the girls eyes. She was beautiful. Tiny, actually a bit shorter, then him probably 5'2. Toned he could tell from the hold he had, had on her just moments before. But he still didn't understand what he was doing here.
Finally he held out his hand palms out showing he meant no further harm…
"I'm sorry." His voice was uncertain. "I didn't mean to frighten you." The girl's eyes grew wide as she looked up at him.
"You can talk?" She asked in pure, dumbfounded shock. "What are you?" Sara was now beyond confused.
He held out a hand for her, she studied it for a moment before accepting it. "Fine way to show your gratitude, trying to murder me!" Sara's eyes narrowed as she stood and the Turtle sighed.
"I said I was sorry, I was just confused. I thought you were with those men…" His voice trailed off. He watched as her hard eyes grew soft.
"No I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so rude of coarse you would be a bit beside yourself, look at the trauma you just went through. Sit down…" Gentle hands pressed against his arms directing him towards a sit. He actually felt his heart jump.
Having him seated Sara stepped back a little to give the Turtle room. He had absolutely terrified her. She had been making breakfast when he had grabbed her. His arms has been so strong, and his grip had been so warm… Sara felt her skin goose pimple and she fought off the odd feelings she was getting. The Turtle cleared his throat.
"Maybe I should start with an introduction. My name is Leonardo. I think from my appearance you can tell I am a turtle." Sara pulled herself up a chair, she was fascinated by Leonardo. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined someone such as him could have existed.
"My name is Sara, Leonardo…."
"Leo…. That's what all my friends call me and sense you saved my life I suppose you qualify as a friend." He smiled at her. He wondered why he had been such a fool before. Attacking had seemed like such a good idea at the time. Strike first, ask questions later. Not usually his style, but with the day he had been having any idea that involved him being in power had seemed right.
"Leo it is then…." Sara's words brought Leonardo back from his thoughts. "I didn't have anything to do with those men Leo, if that's what you thought. I just couldn't stand to see you hurt, I wanted to help."
Her eyes looked pained and Leo felt his heart jump again. "I know you aren't with them. It's just been a long day…" Leonardo sighed… It was then his attention happened to fall on Sara's stove and her half finished pizza.
"Pizza?" Leonardo's face lit up. Sara's head turned to look at her stovetop and she couldn't suppress a bemused smile.
"Yeah would you like it?" The tension was broken between them.
Leonardo grinned. "If you wouldn't mind." Sara shook her head a half smile on her face, thinking how cute he looked when he was happy. She went over to her cupboards and pulled out a dish and put the pizza on it.
"So how do you feel Leo? Any pain anywhere?"
Leonardo shook his head. "No, my head was throbbing before, but other then the fact I look like hell, I actually don't feel to bad." Sara nodded handing him his pizza.
"Want anything to drink?" Leonardo dismissed the offer with a wave. Already digging into the pizza. "Leo…can I be blunt for a moment, hopefully without being rude and ask you something?" Sara returned to her sit, her own breakfast forgotten for the moment. Leonardo returned the piece of pizza he had just bitten into to, to his plate and nodded.
"Please feel free to ask Sara, I kind of assumed you would have questions." Leonardo returned to his pizza and started to make quick work of it.
"How did you come to be as you are? I mean are there a lot of giant talking turtles walking around?" Leonardo grinned.
"Enough…" Sara's eyebrows rose with question. "I have three brothers, we were mutated twenty years ago, and as we grew we achieved our present state. I also have a father. His name is Splinter. He's a giant talking rat." Leo smirked at the surprised expression that crossed Sara's face. Splinter taught my brothers and I in the art of Ninja. We use our skill to defend the city." Leonardo's pizza was finished and he pushed his plate away from him.
"What are your brothers names?" Sara still seemed curious.
"Michaelangelo is my youngest brother and he's a big goof ball. Always making a joke, but he's also the type of guy that you know you can always count on to be the first to stand up for you when the going gets rough." Sara smiled at the affectionate expression that had crossed Leonardo's face. "Donatello is a genius. There's no other word from him. You know the Professor from Gilligan's Island, how he could make a radio out of coconuts. I wouldn't be surprised if Donnie actually could. Then there's my last brother Raphael. He's extremely hot-heated, impulsive and annoying, and one of the strongest people I know." Leonardo's eyes grew sad. "I bet they are all really worried about me."
"You could call them if you like… I mean if you guys have a phone?" Sara looked so unsure; Leonardo couldn't help but smile again. He felt something strange somehow, something different. He pushed the feeling aside for the time being.
"Yes we do and if I could please use your phone?" Sara nodded and stood, grabbing her portable she handed it to him.
"I'll let you have your privacy." Touching his arm with her finder tips Sara walked from the room. She didn't notice Leonardo's eye linger on the spot she had touched before he started to dial.
Sara made her way into her bedroom. Looking at the absolute disaster it was she was suddenly embarrassed. 'Well if I had know I would have a giant, talking turtle staying here I would have cleaned up earlier.' She couldn't help but giggle at the thought. She started to gather things for the day allowing Leonardo as much time as he needed to talk.
~AN: I thought this was a good place to leave off. As always opinions and/or idea's are welcomed. Feelings stir between the two, but is either willing to admit it? And what is Price up to? Stay tuned to see! ~