A.N.: Feel lucky that I felt like posting a bit more. =0)
Chapter 11: Meanwhile.
A man was spying on April's apartment, when she suddenly emerged from the building with a small child.
"Who the hell's the kid?" The man wondered. "I know she doesn't have any."
He decided to get a bit closer, to see what April was saying to make the child howl.
"For the last time!" April yelled. "You can't see Donatello!"
"Want Donnie!" The child shrieked. "Donnie!"
"Dammit Lana!" April screamed, as she smacked the child's bottom. "Be quiet!"
Lana wailed miserably, as she was literally dragged along.
"Since when do the turtles have a child?" The man thought. "Also, why would she take something from Donatello?"
"Donnie!" Lana whimpered. "Where you?"
"Lana, if I have to tell you again." April warned.
"Help!" Lana screeched. "Donnie! Help!"
"The poor child is scared out of her mind," the man concluded, as he saw April whack her backside again. "I think it's about time I stepped in."
The man very quickly approached April, with a scowl on his face, though it went unseen.
"April, leave the child alone."
"Shredder?" April gasped, as she pulled Lana closer to her. "What do you want?"
"For the child to be returned to Donatello."
"Since when the hell do you care about the turtles?"
"Since you've obviously dragged a poor, helpless child away from her beloved Donatello," Shredder snapped. "I may be cruel and somewhat heartless, but I'd never bring a child into my war with the turtles."
"You can't have her!" April spat, yanking on Lana's arm.
Lana yelped as she flew backwards.
Shredder grew mad, and angrily shoved April aside, thus making her lose her grip on Lana's hand.
"Hey!" April cried.
Shredder picked the child up and quickly disappeared from sight.
"Donnie!" Lana pleaded. "Pwease?"
"I'll take you to Donnie," Shredder told her. "I promise you'll see him soon."
Chapter 12: Later that day.
"April doesn't have her," Leonardo concluded. "We've searched her apartment top to bottom, and even called her on the turtle com. If Lana had been with her, we would've found her here, or heard her when we called."
"Then where the hell is she?" Donatello shouted. "You don't just lose a toddler!"
He threw a vase across the room, and gave a sick lil' grin when it smashed up against the wall.
"See if April likes it when you mess with something that's hers," he snarled. "If she doesn't, I don't give a shit."
"Donnie, I know you're upset and all, but quit scaring Michaelangelo," Raphael stated. "You're not helping Lana by standing here and throwing things. Trust me. I ought to know that it never works."
Donatello sighed. "I know it doesn't Raph. I don't mean to scare Mikey either. I just feel so helpless, it hurts."
"Why don't we head back to the lair, and see if she's there," Leonardo suggested. "You never know, she could turn up on her own."
They all sighed, then headed back to the lair.
Shredder watched from his hiding spot as the turtles entered the sewers.
"Good thing I know which manhole they use the most. Hopefully they'll prove to be smart, and find her in the tunnel in which I left her."
He left once he saw that they were headed in the right direction.
"I'd follow them to their lair, but it wouldn't be fair to the child."
The four turtles walked through the sewer, each lost in their own thoughts. Suddenly they heard a small voice coming from a nearby tunnel.
"DONNIE!" The voice screamed. "DONNIE!"
They very quickly headed towards the area that the voice was coming from.
"Lana!" Donatello cried once he spotted her.
"Donnie!" Lana shrieked, running into his open arms.
"Oh, Lana, I was so worried," Donatello said softly. "Just where were you?"
"April Meanie," she replied. "No Donnie. Yell. Hit."
"She hit you?"
Lana nodded, and held up two fingers. "Dis many."
"Did April bring you here?"
"No," Lana shook her head. "Man. Nice. Bring Donnie."
"What did this man look like?"
"No face. Silver. Eyes dark. Cape."
"Shredder?" Leonardo said puzzled.
Lana nodded. "Like him."
The four brothers all looked at one another very much confused, but decided not to question it too much until they were home and had talked to Splinter."
Chapter 13: After Lana was put to bed.
"It just doesn't make sense, Sensei," Donatello said. "Why would Shredder help Lana find her way home?"
"That's not what's worrying me," Leonardo piped up. "What worries me, is that he knew where to leave her so we'd find her. She was close to home guys. Too close for comfort."
"My sons," Splinter began. "I know Shredder may be evil and has declared war upon us, but even he has common decency. I know Shredder; he would never bring a child into any war of his, unless done so by mistake."
"But how'd he know where to leave her?" Michaelangelo queried. "Only we know that tunnel's the halfway point from the manhole to here."
"Knowing old Shred-Head, he's probably followed April there numerous times," Raphael stated. "For all we know someone could've even followed us there."
"I would advice you to be more careful," Splinter replicated. "We do not want nor need someone finding our home."
" We'll be more careful Sensei," Leonardo rejoined loyally as he bowed. "We promise."
"Oh, quit sucking up Leo," Raphael snapped. "Splinter doesn't need a brown-noser."
"I'm not sucking up!" Leonardo protested. "I was showing some respect, which wouldn't hurt you to do every now and again."
"Whose gonna make me?" Raphael challenged. "You?"
"If I have to," Leonardo responded.
"Oh, yeah."
"Yeah."
The next thing they knew, Leonardo and Raphael were sparring in the den. Donatello left for his laboratory while Michaelangelo went to the kitchen for some more pizza. Meanwhile Splinter sat there and watched silently as his sons sparred. Finally he'd had enough and spoke.
"Leonardo, Raphael, stop this nonsense," he ordered.
They continued to fight.
"Stop now, or do ten flips instead," he told them. "I do not want you sparring in the den, should Lana wake up. I do not want her hearing your angry words."
"But Splinter!" Raphael cried. "He said I've no respect!"
Splinter thought a moment, then said, "If you must spar, take it to the practice room."
The two brothers nodded, then went to the practice room to get rid of their built up anger and energy.
Chapter 14: Three years later.
"Donnie, I'm scared," Lana whispered. "What if they don't like me?"
"Don't be scared, Lana," Donatello smiled. "They'll like you."
"What if I get scared and get sick?"
"Then I'm sure the teacher will either send you to the nurse or phone home."
"What if they're mean? What if the teacher's mean?" What if."
"Lana, calm down," Donatello rejoined, as he crouched down and gave her a hug. "Everything will be fine, okay Kiddo?"
She nodded weakly.
"Besides, look at it this way," he began. "All the other kids will be scared too. You may also make some friends."
She brightened then. "I want friends."
"See, it'll be fun," Donatello smiled. "I'll be here after school to get you, alright?"
"Alright," she sighed somewhat.
"And don't say any bad words."
"I won't. I promise."
"Have a good day, Lana. I love you."
"Love you Donnie," she smiled finally.
Donatello ruffled her hair. "Run along you."
"Bye Donnie!" Lana called as she dashed towards the school.
"Bye Lana!" Donatello called after her. "Be good! And have fun!"
Lana turned around once she'd reached the steps and waved frantically at him. The bell rang then, and she quickly followed the other students into the building. She finally found her classroom, with the help of a teacher, and sat down next to a little boy.
"Hi!" He grinned. "I'm Jeff. Who are you?"
"I'm Lana," she replied.
"Cool," Jeff said. "Wanna be friends?"
"Okay," Lana smiled, for he was her first ever friend.
The teacher took attendance, then asked the students to tell the class two things about themselves. The teacher pointed to each student in turn.
"I'm Jacqueline," one girl began. "I live with my Mommy and Daddy. I love my new bike."
"I'm Scott," a boy stated. "I have a big brown dog and a pet rat named Ratigan."
"I'm Jeff," Jeff said. "I have an older brother who likes to pick on me all the time. I also love to draw and dance."
Lana sat there, trying to think of something, she could tell them, as Donnie had told her there was certain things she could never tell anybody.
"What do I tell them?" She wondered. "What if I tell 'em something Donnie said not to?"
"Lana?" The teacher called, interrupting her thoughts.
She stood up. "I'm Lana. I love Alvin and the Chipmunks. I like Simon best."
"I'm Joseph. I love swimming and soccer."
"I'm Nadine. I have a Barbie Dream House and a cat named Chrissy."
The introductions continued until everyone was done introducing themselves. They all then sat at their tables of four and coloured until snack time. After snack time, the teacher read them a story before their naps. After naptime, they were allowed to play with anything in the classroom.
"Wanna play Transformers?" Lana asked Jeff.
"You like Transformers?" Jeff queried shocked.
Lana nodded. "Yeah. Why?"
"You're the only girl I know who likes 'em," he told her. "My sister hates them and makes me watch My Little Pony instead."
"I love My Little Pony!" Lana exclaimed.
"You like both?" He questioned, clearly puzzled.
Lana nodded. "Yep."
"Oh." Jeff trailed off, before grabbing a Transformer. "Pick one and we'll play."
"Okay."
Finally school was over and all the kids were free to go.
"Bye Jeff!" Lana shouted, waving to him.
"Bye Lana!" Jeff waved back.
"Donnie!" Lana squealed once she spotted him. "I made a friend!"
Donatello picked her up and hugged her. "You did, did you?"
"Yep," she grinned. "His name's Jeff. He likes Transformers too!"
"Cool."
Donatello listened intently as Lana excitedly babbled on about her first day of school. He was glad to see that she'd had fun and made some friends.
Chapter 15: A few months down the road (still kindergarten).
"Lana, what's the capital of Kentucky?" Ms. Applebee asked.
"Shitzington," Lana replied rudely.
"No! It's Louisville!" Janice cried.
"Let's try another one, shall we Lana?"
Lana shrugged uncaringly (*gasps* Whoa. "Uncaringly" is a word. I never knew that.).
"What's the capital of Florida?"
"Talla-who-gives-a-damn," Lana answered.
"Tallahassee!" Jamie shouted.
The teacher sighed frustrated. "What's the capital of California?"
"Sa-crap," Lana responded.
"Sacramento!" Julie screamed.
"Georgia?"
"At-loser."
"Atlanta!" Jeff yelled.
"Texas?"
"Ass-tin."
"Austin!" Jacqueline shrieked.
"Tennessee?"
"Nasal-ville."
"Nashville!" Scott chirped.
"New York?"
"New Yank Pity."
"New York City!" Nadine yelped.
(A.N.: I'm not trying to diss any city/state. I just wanted Lana to be rude, and this idea popped into my head. Shitzington will be mentioned again later on in the story, but it won't be said meanly. *Gasps again* Whoa. Meanly is a word! I never knew that! I thought I'd just made it up. Okay, sorry for my lameness/dumbness.)
"Lana, I don't appreciate your rudeness," Ms. Applebee told her. "If you don't lose the attitude and language, I'll be forced to phone home."
"Damn!"
"Lana!"
"Ms. Ass-bee."
"Excuse me?"
"Shut-up shit-head!" Lana said, as she hit Jordan.
"Ow!" Jordan whined. "Ms. Applebee! Lana hit me!"
"Lana, go stand in the corner," Ms. Applebee ordered. "I will not tolerate your behaviour any longer."
"Screw you, bitch," Lana snapped.
Ms. Applebee stood up, yanked Lana off the floor, and marched her over to the corner.
"You shall stand here until you learn to behave," Ms. Applebee said firmly. "I'll have no more of your language in my classroom."
Lana stuck her tongue out at Ms. Applebee. "Meanie."
The day went on, and still Lana stood in the corner. Ms. Applebee had been ready to let her play numerous times, but everytime she called her, Lana would swear and call her names.
"Lana, I've called home and talked to Donatello," Ms. Applebee told her finally. "He's not too happy with the way you've acted today."
Lana guffawed. "Yeah, right."
Let's just say, Lana was proven wrong when Donnie showed up and looked anything but happy. He took her hand in his and strode silently back to the lair. Lana knew she was in trouble, as Donnie always greeted her with a smile unless he was mad. Neither of them spoke until they were safely in the sewers.
"I got a call from Ms. Applebee today," Donatello stated. "She told me some interesting things about your behaviour in class."
"She did?" Lana said nervously.
"Yes, she did," Donatello replied. "How'd you come up with Shitzington and Talla-who-gives-a-damn?"
"Raph," she admitted. "He said Talla-who-gives-a-damn."
Then she said almost proudly. "I thought up Shitzington and the others."
Donatello gave her a Look. "That's nothing to be proud of Lana."
She looked at her feet.
"I'm going to have to punish you."
"Why?" Lana demanded.
"You were rude to the teacher and said bad words you've strictly been told not to use."
"But Donnie!" She whined.
Donatello ignored her cry and thought for a minute.
"No T.V. or Nintendo for a week," he informed her. "Your grounded, so there's no need for them."
"That's not fair!" She cried.
"Would you prefer something more severe?"
Lana pouted. "No."
"Then keep quiet and take your punishment responsibly."
They reached the lair then, and Donnie immediately sent her to her room to write out the fifty states and their capitals.
"I hate school," Lana muttered as she wrote.
Chapter 16: Meanwhile.
"Why should I care if she's making fun of state capitals?" Raphael demanded crossing his arms. "It's not my problem."
"It is when she learns it from you," Donatello retorted. "We can't have her going to school and using foul language Raphael."
"Whatever Donnie," Raphael said shaking his head with an attitude. "You're the one who has to raise her, not me."
"Raph."
"Look. I said I don't give a damn what language she uses and I mean it," Raphael interrupted. "I'm not about to stand here and be lectured all 'cuz you can't teach her manners."
Raphael then stormed out of the lair to go for a walk.
"Augh!" Donatello groaned frustrated. "Why can't he see that he's the whole problem!"
"Problem my son?" Splinter asked as he entered the den.
"Yes, but it's not important, Sensei."
"Donatello, it must be important if you are yelling at Raphael and Lana is not watching cartoons. Does it have anything to do with that phone call you received earlier?"
"Yes," he answered.
"What is wrong?"
"Ms. Applebee called saying that Lana was swearing and making fun of capital cities," Donatello began. "She asked Lana to not swear, but Lana wouldn't listen. She learned it from Raph, I know she did."
"How do you know that, my child?"
"She said so, plus Raph swears all the time," Donatello stated. "It's kinda obvious he's the one she learned it from, seeing as the rest of us don't swear around her."
"Did you explain this to Raphael?"
"I tried, but he clearly stated that he doesn't care."
"I will talk to him later. Don't worry so much Donatello. Lana will not hate you for punishing her. She will learn to take responsibility for her actions and grow to respect you even more."
"I sure hope you're right Sensei. I really do."
Chapter 17: A few days later.
"Who's there?" Shredder demanded through the intercom.
"It's me. Lana."
"Lana? What are you doing here?"
"Can I come in?"
"Be-Bop! Let the child in!" Shredder ordered.
Be-Bop let her in and she immediately came into the technodrome, tripping over her own two feet.
"Does Donatello know you're here?" Shredder asked, knowing she liked to sneak out at times, though she was only five. "Do any of the turtles know you're here?"
"Whatcha doing?" She queried, changing the subject. "You cause anything bad to happen?"
"Lana," Shredder said firmly. "Do they know where you are?"
She looked at her feet. "No."
"Why didn't you tell them you were coming here? You know you're not allowed to go anywhere by yourself unless you have permission first."
She shrugged. "I dunno."
"Lana, truthfully."
"I'm grounded," she pouted. "Donnie got mad 'cause the teacher didn't like my jokes."
"What jokes?"
"About the capital cities."
"What about them?"
"I said Lexington was Shitzington, and that Nashville was Nasal- ville. I had more than that too. Donnie didn't like that I made 'em all up, but the one. I got it off Raph."
"Lana, being rude like that is wrong. I'm not surprised Donatello grounded you."
"Sure, take his side," she muttered.
"Be glad you're not my child, or forget being 'just' grounded; you wouldn't be able to sit right about now or for the next couple of days."
She scowled at him. "Jerk."
"You know, just 'cause you live with Donatello and only come here to visit doesn't mean I can't wash your mouth out. I can and shall if you don't lose the attitude."
"Nuh-uh!" Lana protested shaking her head. "Donnie would be mad at you then."
"How much you wanna bet?" Shredder challenged crossing his arms.
"Why's everyone hate me?" She cried.
"No one hates you, they just hate the way you've been acting lately."
She smirked suddenly. "Go to Hell Scum-bag. You know shit."
Shredder took her by the ear and dragged her to the nearest bathroom and grabbed a new bar of soap. He soaked the soap, then pried her mouth open and began to wash it out while lecturing her about respect.
"You respect your elders, or else."
Chapter 18: At the lair.
"Has anyone seen Lana?" Donatello questioned. "I was going to ask her if she wanted to take a break from being grounded, and go get an ice cream cone."
"Nope, haven't seen her," Michaelangelo replied. "Sorry Dude."
"I haven't seen her since she yelled at Raph and he chased her to her room," Leonardo shrugged. "Sorry Donnie."
"You don't think she snuck out again, do you?" Donatello asked his two brothers. "She knows better than that, doesn't she?"
Just then his turtle com buzzed. He opened it, and was surprised to find Shredder on the screen.
"Come get this Brat of yours, Donatello. She's driving me crazy and getting in the way."
"She's at the technodrome?"
"Why else would I call you?" Shredder returned. "You think I like talking to you, when I want to turn you into turtle soup?"
"Is the technodrome still in the same place as last time?"
"For now it is. After you retrieve the child, it'll be moved."
"I'll be there shortly," Donatello told him. "I'm not going to be attacked by Foot though, am I?"
"For once, no, you're not. I just want to be rid of this pest."
"Fine. But if Foot come after me, I'm leaving her with you."
"Fine. Now hurry up and rid me of this tatterdemalion (waif: stray)."
They hung up the turtle coms.
"What old Shred-head want?" Leonardo interrogated.
"Lana's there and getting in his way."
"Why would she go visit Shredder knowing he's our arch enemy?" Michaelangelo queried. "We've told her to steer clear of him."
"Probably 'cause he saved her from April," Raphael stated as he walked into the kitchen. "If it weren't for him, she never would've seen Donnie again."
"That's possible," Leonardo nodded as he digested the thought.
"Well, I'll be back later. I'm gonna go get her before she drives him insane and he throws her in lava or something."
Donatello then went to retrieve Lana from the technodrome.
Chapter 19: Technodrome.
"But Shredder!" Lana whined. "I don't wanna time-out!"
"I don't care what you want," Shredder snapped. "That's what you're getting."
She huffed as he placed her on a stool and told her not to move an inch or he'd wash her mouth out again. Donatello showed up shortly after he'd placed her there, and had a talk with Shredder.
"Even though you're my enemy, I'm sorry she was so rude and disrespectful," Donatello apologized. "I don't know what's gotten into her lately."
Shredder shrugged. "Forget about it. Children will misbehave for any reason at any time. They all do it. I know I had my days, and bet you had yours."
Donatello nodded. "You wouldn't believe the stuff I did."
"Well, you'd best take her before I change my mind and capture you both," Shredder told him, then pointed behind Donatello. "She's in the corner over there."
"Thanks."
Donatello retrieved her, then left the technodrome. He lectured her once more the whole way back to the lair and stated she was grounded for an extra two days.
Chapter 20: Another two years goes by.
"Um.Raph?"
"What do you want, Kid?"
"Nothing. It's not important," she shrugged, after hearing his tone.
"Lana, if you want something, then spit it out already."
"I was invited to Jeff's birthday party today, and Donnie said he'd take me, but he went out," she told him. "The party starts in about ten minutes and Donnie's not back yet. If I'm not there right when it starts they'll leave for the circus without me."
"How far away does he live?"
"Eight blocks. It takes almost twenty minutes to get there if you walk."
Raphael stood up. "Come with me."
"Where are we going?" She asked nervously, knowing he was in one of his bad moods.
"Just hurry up and follow me if you wanna get to that party."
She grabbed Jeff's gift, and followed Raphael to the tunnel in which their vehicles were parked. She watched curiously as he yanked the cover off his motorcycle.
"Here," he said, throwing her a helmet. "Put this on."
"But."
"Look. Either put it on, or I'm not helping you get to the party."
"Okay," she replied as she placed it on her head. "Um.Raph? How do you do it up?"
Raphael sighed, but helped her out nonetheless. "There. Now get me my trench coat while I make sure the bike works."
She nodded and hurriedly grabbed his stuff, returning a few seconds later. She passed him his coat and he put it on, making sure it wouldn't get in his way while he was driving. Once he finished with his coat, he placed the gift in a compartment. He then put his helmet on and climbed onto the bike.
"Hop on," he said.
She hopped onto the seat in the back, with some help from him.
"Hold on," he ordered, before roaring out of the sewer pretty fast.
She clung to him for dear life, as he was going well over the speed limit, and in broad daylight. They reached Jeff's house five minutes later, and amazingly hadn't been pulled over by cops. Raphael helped her off the bike, and passed her the gift.
"I'll pick you up later," he stated. "I'll find out from Donnie what time it ends."
She nodded, then hugged him. "Thanks Raph."
"Okay, okay. Enough of the mushy stuff," Raphael said gently shoving her away from him. "Now, scat."
She grinned at him, then dashed to the front porch where Jeff stood waiting for her.
"Damn kid," Raphael thought. "If she had've hugged me longer, I would've hugged her back and ruined my damn rep."
He then roared off, hoping he got back before the others did.
A.N.: Thank God these chapters were all shorter than the last! Thought it'd take me forever! Lol. =0) Adios! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA!!!!!
Chapter 11: Meanwhile.
A man was spying on April's apartment, when she suddenly emerged from the building with a small child.
"Who the hell's the kid?" The man wondered. "I know she doesn't have any."
He decided to get a bit closer, to see what April was saying to make the child howl.
"For the last time!" April yelled. "You can't see Donatello!"
"Want Donnie!" The child shrieked. "Donnie!"
"Dammit Lana!" April screamed, as she smacked the child's bottom. "Be quiet!"
Lana wailed miserably, as she was literally dragged along.
"Since when do the turtles have a child?" The man thought. "Also, why would she take something from Donatello?"
"Donnie!" Lana whimpered. "Where you?"
"Lana, if I have to tell you again." April warned.
"Help!" Lana screeched. "Donnie! Help!"
"The poor child is scared out of her mind," the man concluded, as he saw April whack her backside again. "I think it's about time I stepped in."
The man very quickly approached April, with a scowl on his face, though it went unseen.
"April, leave the child alone."
"Shredder?" April gasped, as she pulled Lana closer to her. "What do you want?"
"For the child to be returned to Donatello."
"Since when the hell do you care about the turtles?"
"Since you've obviously dragged a poor, helpless child away from her beloved Donatello," Shredder snapped. "I may be cruel and somewhat heartless, but I'd never bring a child into my war with the turtles."
"You can't have her!" April spat, yanking on Lana's arm.
Lana yelped as she flew backwards.
Shredder grew mad, and angrily shoved April aside, thus making her lose her grip on Lana's hand.
"Hey!" April cried.
Shredder picked the child up and quickly disappeared from sight.
"Donnie!" Lana pleaded. "Pwease?"
"I'll take you to Donnie," Shredder told her. "I promise you'll see him soon."
Chapter 12: Later that day.
"April doesn't have her," Leonardo concluded. "We've searched her apartment top to bottom, and even called her on the turtle com. If Lana had been with her, we would've found her here, or heard her when we called."
"Then where the hell is she?" Donatello shouted. "You don't just lose a toddler!"
He threw a vase across the room, and gave a sick lil' grin when it smashed up against the wall.
"See if April likes it when you mess with something that's hers," he snarled. "If she doesn't, I don't give a shit."
"Donnie, I know you're upset and all, but quit scaring Michaelangelo," Raphael stated. "You're not helping Lana by standing here and throwing things. Trust me. I ought to know that it never works."
Donatello sighed. "I know it doesn't Raph. I don't mean to scare Mikey either. I just feel so helpless, it hurts."
"Why don't we head back to the lair, and see if she's there," Leonardo suggested. "You never know, she could turn up on her own."
They all sighed, then headed back to the lair.
Shredder watched from his hiding spot as the turtles entered the sewers.
"Good thing I know which manhole they use the most. Hopefully they'll prove to be smart, and find her in the tunnel in which I left her."
He left once he saw that they were headed in the right direction.
"I'd follow them to their lair, but it wouldn't be fair to the child."
The four turtles walked through the sewer, each lost in their own thoughts. Suddenly they heard a small voice coming from a nearby tunnel.
"DONNIE!" The voice screamed. "DONNIE!"
They very quickly headed towards the area that the voice was coming from.
"Lana!" Donatello cried once he spotted her.
"Donnie!" Lana shrieked, running into his open arms.
"Oh, Lana, I was so worried," Donatello said softly. "Just where were you?"
"April Meanie," she replied. "No Donnie. Yell. Hit."
"She hit you?"
Lana nodded, and held up two fingers. "Dis many."
"Did April bring you here?"
"No," Lana shook her head. "Man. Nice. Bring Donnie."
"What did this man look like?"
"No face. Silver. Eyes dark. Cape."
"Shredder?" Leonardo said puzzled.
Lana nodded. "Like him."
The four brothers all looked at one another very much confused, but decided not to question it too much until they were home and had talked to Splinter."
Chapter 13: After Lana was put to bed.
"It just doesn't make sense, Sensei," Donatello said. "Why would Shredder help Lana find her way home?"
"That's not what's worrying me," Leonardo piped up. "What worries me, is that he knew where to leave her so we'd find her. She was close to home guys. Too close for comfort."
"My sons," Splinter began. "I know Shredder may be evil and has declared war upon us, but even he has common decency. I know Shredder; he would never bring a child into any war of his, unless done so by mistake."
"But how'd he know where to leave her?" Michaelangelo queried. "Only we know that tunnel's the halfway point from the manhole to here."
"Knowing old Shred-Head, he's probably followed April there numerous times," Raphael stated. "For all we know someone could've even followed us there."
"I would advice you to be more careful," Splinter replicated. "We do not want nor need someone finding our home."
" We'll be more careful Sensei," Leonardo rejoined loyally as he bowed. "We promise."
"Oh, quit sucking up Leo," Raphael snapped. "Splinter doesn't need a brown-noser."
"I'm not sucking up!" Leonardo protested. "I was showing some respect, which wouldn't hurt you to do every now and again."
"Whose gonna make me?" Raphael challenged. "You?"
"If I have to," Leonardo responded.
"Oh, yeah."
"Yeah."
The next thing they knew, Leonardo and Raphael were sparring in the den. Donatello left for his laboratory while Michaelangelo went to the kitchen for some more pizza. Meanwhile Splinter sat there and watched silently as his sons sparred. Finally he'd had enough and spoke.
"Leonardo, Raphael, stop this nonsense," he ordered.
They continued to fight.
"Stop now, or do ten flips instead," he told them. "I do not want you sparring in the den, should Lana wake up. I do not want her hearing your angry words."
"But Splinter!" Raphael cried. "He said I've no respect!"
Splinter thought a moment, then said, "If you must spar, take it to the practice room."
The two brothers nodded, then went to the practice room to get rid of their built up anger and energy.
Chapter 14: Three years later.
"Donnie, I'm scared," Lana whispered. "What if they don't like me?"
"Don't be scared, Lana," Donatello smiled. "They'll like you."
"What if I get scared and get sick?"
"Then I'm sure the teacher will either send you to the nurse or phone home."
"What if they're mean? What if the teacher's mean?" What if."
"Lana, calm down," Donatello rejoined, as he crouched down and gave her a hug. "Everything will be fine, okay Kiddo?"
She nodded weakly.
"Besides, look at it this way," he began. "All the other kids will be scared too. You may also make some friends."
She brightened then. "I want friends."
"See, it'll be fun," Donatello smiled. "I'll be here after school to get you, alright?"
"Alright," she sighed somewhat.
"And don't say any bad words."
"I won't. I promise."
"Have a good day, Lana. I love you."
"Love you Donnie," she smiled finally.
Donatello ruffled her hair. "Run along you."
"Bye Donnie!" Lana called as she dashed towards the school.
"Bye Lana!" Donatello called after her. "Be good! And have fun!"
Lana turned around once she'd reached the steps and waved frantically at him. The bell rang then, and she quickly followed the other students into the building. She finally found her classroom, with the help of a teacher, and sat down next to a little boy.
"Hi!" He grinned. "I'm Jeff. Who are you?"
"I'm Lana," she replied.
"Cool," Jeff said. "Wanna be friends?"
"Okay," Lana smiled, for he was her first ever friend.
The teacher took attendance, then asked the students to tell the class two things about themselves. The teacher pointed to each student in turn.
"I'm Jacqueline," one girl began. "I live with my Mommy and Daddy. I love my new bike."
"I'm Scott," a boy stated. "I have a big brown dog and a pet rat named Ratigan."
"I'm Jeff," Jeff said. "I have an older brother who likes to pick on me all the time. I also love to draw and dance."
Lana sat there, trying to think of something, she could tell them, as Donnie had told her there was certain things she could never tell anybody.
"What do I tell them?" She wondered. "What if I tell 'em something Donnie said not to?"
"Lana?" The teacher called, interrupting her thoughts.
She stood up. "I'm Lana. I love Alvin and the Chipmunks. I like Simon best."
"I'm Joseph. I love swimming and soccer."
"I'm Nadine. I have a Barbie Dream House and a cat named Chrissy."
The introductions continued until everyone was done introducing themselves. They all then sat at their tables of four and coloured until snack time. After snack time, the teacher read them a story before their naps. After naptime, they were allowed to play with anything in the classroom.
"Wanna play Transformers?" Lana asked Jeff.
"You like Transformers?" Jeff queried shocked.
Lana nodded. "Yeah. Why?"
"You're the only girl I know who likes 'em," he told her. "My sister hates them and makes me watch My Little Pony instead."
"I love My Little Pony!" Lana exclaimed.
"You like both?" He questioned, clearly puzzled.
Lana nodded. "Yep."
"Oh." Jeff trailed off, before grabbing a Transformer. "Pick one and we'll play."
"Okay."
Finally school was over and all the kids were free to go.
"Bye Jeff!" Lana shouted, waving to him.
"Bye Lana!" Jeff waved back.
"Donnie!" Lana squealed once she spotted him. "I made a friend!"
Donatello picked her up and hugged her. "You did, did you?"
"Yep," she grinned. "His name's Jeff. He likes Transformers too!"
"Cool."
Donatello listened intently as Lana excitedly babbled on about her first day of school. He was glad to see that she'd had fun and made some friends.
Chapter 15: A few months down the road (still kindergarten).
"Lana, what's the capital of Kentucky?" Ms. Applebee asked.
"Shitzington," Lana replied rudely.
"No! It's Louisville!" Janice cried.
"Let's try another one, shall we Lana?"
Lana shrugged uncaringly (*gasps* Whoa. "Uncaringly" is a word. I never knew that.).
"What's the capital of Florida?"
"Talla-who-gives-a-damn," Lana answered.
"Tallahassee!" Jamie shouted.
The teacher sighed frustrated. "What's the capital of California?"
"Sa-crap," Lana responded.
"Sacramento!" Julie screamed.
"Georgia?"
"At-loser."
"Atlanta!" Jeff yelled.
"Texas?"
"Ass-tin."
"Austin!" Jacqueline shrieked.
"Tennessee?"
"Nasal-ville."
"Nashville!" Scott chirped.
"New York?"
"New Yank Pity."
"New York City!" Nadine yelped.
(A.N.: I'm not trying to diss any city/state. I just wanted Lana to be rude, and this idea popped into my head. Shitzington will be mentioned again later on in the story, but it won't be said meanly. *Gasps again* Whoa. Meanly is a word! I never knew that! I thought I'd just made it up. Okay, sorry for my lameness/dumbness.)
"Lana, I don't appreciate your rudeness," Ms. Applebee told her. "If you don't lose the attitude and language, I'll be forced to phone home."
"Damn!"
"Lana!"
"Ms. Ass-bee."
"Excuse me?"
"Shut-up shit-head!" Lana said, as she hit Jordan.
"Ow!" Jordan whined. "Ms. Applebee! Lana hit me!"
"Lana, go stand in the corner," Ms. Applebee ordered. "I will not tolerate your behaviour any longer."
"Screw you, bitch," Lana snapped.
Ms. Applebee stood up, yanked Lana off the floor, and marched her over to the corner.
"You shall stand here until you learn to behave," Ms. Applebee said firmly. "I'll have no more of your language in my classroom."
Lana stuck her tongue out at Ms. Applebee. "Meanie."
The day went on, and still Lana stood in the corner. Ms. Applebee had been ready to let her play numerous times, but everytime she called her, Lana would swear and call her names.
"Lana, I've called home and talked to Donatello," Ms. Applebee told her finally. "He's not too happy with the way you've acted today."
Lana guffawed. "Yeah, right."
Let's just say, Lana was proven wrong when Donnie showed up and looked anything but happy. He took her hand in his and strode silently back to the lair. Lana knew she was in trouble, as Donnie always greeted her with a smile unless he was mad. Neither of them spoke until they were safely in the sewers.
"I got a call from Ms. Applebee today," Donatello stated. "She told me some interesting things about your behaviour in class."
"She did?" Lana said nervously.
"Yes, she did," Donatello replied. "How'd you come up with Shitzington and Talla-who-gives-a-damn?"
"Raph," she admitted. "He said Talla-who-gives-a-damn."
Then she said almost proudly. "I thought up Shitzington and the others."
Donatello gave her a Look. "That's nothing to be proud of Lana."
She looked at her feet.
"I'm going to have to punish you."
"Why?" Lana demanded.
"You were rude to the teacher and said bad words you've strictly been told not to use."
"But Donnie!" She whined.
Donatello ignored her cry and thought for a minute.
"No T.V. or Nintendo for a week," he informed her. "Your grounded, so there's no need for them."
"That's not fair!" She cried.
"Would you prefer something more severe?"
Lana pouted. "No."
"Then keep quiet and take your punishment responsibly."
They reached the lair then, and Donnie immediately sent her to her room to write out the fifty states and their capitals.
"I hate school," Lana muttered as she wrote.
Chapter 16: Meanwhile.
"Why should I care if she's making fun of state capitals?" Raphael demanded crossing his arms. "It's not my problem."
"It is when she learns it from you," Donatello retorted. "We can't have her going to school and using foul language Raphael."
"Whatever Donnie," Raphael said shaking his head with an attitude. "You're the one who has to raise her, not me."
"Raph."
"Look. I said I don't give a damn what language she uses and I mean it," Raphael interrupted. "I'm not about to stand here and be lectured all 'cuz you can't teach her manners."
Raphael then stormed out of the lair to go for a walk.
"Augh!" Donatello groaned frustrated. "Why can't he see that he's the whole problem!"
"Problem my son?" Splinter asked as he entered the den.
"Yes, but it's not important, Sensei."
"Donatello, it must be important if you are yelling at Raphael and Lana is not watching cartoons. Does it have anything to do with that phone call you received earlier?"
"Yes," he answered.
"What is wrong?"
"Ms. Applebee called saying that Lana was swearing and making fun of capital cities," Donatello began. "She asked Lana to not swear, but Lana wouldn't listen. She learned it from Raph, I know she did."
"How do you know that, my child?"
"She said so, plus Raph swears all the time," Donatello stated. "It's kinda obvious he's the one she learned it from, seeing as the rest of us don't swear around her."
"Did you explain this to Raphael?"
"I tried, but he clearly stated that he doesn't care."
"I will talk to him later. Don't worry so much Donatello. Lana will not hate you for punishing her. She will learn to take responsibility for her actions and grow to respect you even more."
"I sure hope you're right Sensei. I really do."
Chapter 17: A few days later.
"Who's there?" Shredder demanded through the intercom.
"It's me. Lana."
"Lana? What are you doing here?"
"Can I come in?"
"Be-Bop! Let the child in!" Shredder ordered.
Be-Bop let her in and she immediately came into the technodrome, tripping over her own two feet.
"Does Donatello know you're here?" Shredder asked, knowing she liked to sneak out at times, though she was only five. "Do any of the turtles know you're here?"
"Whatcha doing?" She queried, changing the subject. "You cause anything bad to happen?"
"Lana," Shredder said firmly. "Do they know where you are?"
She looked at her feet. "No."
"Why didn't you tell them you were coming here? You know you're not allowed to go anywhere by yourself unless you have permission first."
She shrugged. "I dunno."
"Lana, truthfully."
"I'm grounded," she pouted. "Donnie got mad 'cause the teacher didn't like my jokes."
"What jokes?"
"About the capital cities."
"What about them?"
"I said Lexington was Shitzington, and that Nashville was Nasal- ville. I had more than that too. Donnie didn't like that I made 'em all up, but the one. I got it off Raph."
"Lana, being rude like that is wrong. I'm not surprised Donatello grounded you."
"Sure, take his side," she muttered.
"Be glad you're not my child, or forget being 'just' grounded; you wouldn't be able to sit right about now or for the next couple of days."
She scowled at him. "Jerk."
"You know, just 'cause you live with Donatello and only come here to visit doesn't mean I can't wash your mouth out. I can and shall if you don't lose the attitude."
"Nuh-uh!" Lana protested shaking her head. "Donnie would be mad at you then."
"How much you wanna bet?" Shredder challenged crossing his arms.
"Why's everyone hate me?" She cried.
"No one hates you, they just hate the way you've been acting lately."
She smirked suddenly. "Go to Hell Scum-bag. You know shit."
Shredder took her by the ear and dragged her to the nearest bathroom and grabbed a new bar of soap. He soaked the soap, then pried her mouth open and began to wash it out while lecturing her about respect.
"You respect your elders, or else."
Chapter 18: At the lair.
"Has anyone seen Lana?" Donatello questioned. "I was going to ask her if she wanted to take a break from being grounded, and go get an ice cream cone."
"Nope, haven't seen her," Michaelangelo replied. "Sorry Dude."
"I haven't seen her since she yelled at Raph and he chased her to her room," Leonardo shrugged. "Sorry Donnie."
"You don't think she snuck out again, do you?" Donatello asked his two brothers. "She knows better than that, doesn't she?"
Just then his turtle com buzzed. He opened it, and was surprised to find Shredder on the screen.
"Come get this Brat of yours, Donatello. She's driving me crazy and getting in the way."
"She's at the technodrome?"
"Why else would I call you?" Shredder returned. "You think I like talking to you, when I want to turn you into turtle soup?"
"Is the technodrome still in the same place as last time?"
"For now it is. After you retrieve the child, it'll be moved."
"I'll be there shortly," Donatello told him. "I'm not going to be attacked by Foot though, am I?"
"For once, no, you're not. I just want to be rid of this pest."
"Fine. But if Foot come after me, I'm leaving her with you."
"Fine. Now hurry up and rid me of this tatterdemalion (waif: stray)."
They hung up the turtle coms.
"What old Shred-head want?" Leonardo interrogated.
"Lana's there and getting in his way."
"Why would she go visit Shredder knowing he's our arch enemy?" Michaelangelo queried. "We've told her to steer clear of him."
"Probably 'cause he saved her from April," Raphael stated as he walked into the kitchen. "If it weren't for him, she never would've seen Donnie again."
"That's possible," Leonardo nodded as he digested the thought.
"Well, I'll be back later. I'm gonna go get her before she drives him insane and he throws her in lava or something."
Donatello then went to retrieve Lana from the technodrome.
Chapter 19: Technodrome.
"But Shredder!" Lana whined. "I don't wanna time-out!"
"I don't care what you want," Shredder snapped. "That's what you're getting."
She huffed as he placed her on a stool and told her not to move an inch or he'd wash her mouth out again. Donatello showed up shortly after he'd placed her there, and had a talk with Shredder.
"Even though you're my enemy, I'm sorry she was so rude and disrespectful," Donatello apologized. "I don't know what's gotten into her lately."
Shredder shrugged. "Forget about it. Children will misbehave for any reason at any time. They all do it. I know I had my days, and bet you had yours."
Donatello nodded. "You wouldn't believe the stuff I did."
"Well, you'd best take her before I change my mind and capture you both," Shredder told him, then pointed behind Donatello. "She's in the corner over there."
"Thanks."
Donatello retrieved her, then left the technodrome. He lectured her once more the whole way back to the lair and stated she was grounded for an extra two days.
Chapter 20: Another two years goes by.
"Um.Raph?"
"What do you want, Kid?"
"Nothing. It's not important," she shrugged, after hearing his tone.
"Lana, if you want something, then spit it out already."
"I was invited to Jeff's birthday party today, and Donnie said he'd take me, but he went out," she told him. "The party starts in about ten minutes and Donnie's not back yet. If I'm not there right when it starts they'll leave for the circus without me."
"How far away does he live?"
"Eight blocks. It takes almost twenty minutes to get there if you walk."
Raphael stood up. "Come with me."
"Where are we going?" She asked nervously, knowing he was in one of his bad moods.
"Just hurry up and follow me if you wanna get to that party."
She grabbed Jeff's gift, and followed Raphael to the tunnel in which their vehicles were parked. She watched curiously as he yanked the cover off his motorcycle.
"Here," he said, throwing her a helmet. "Put this on."
"But."
"Look. Either put it on, or I'm not helping you get to the party."
"Okay," she replied as she placed it on her head. "Um.Raph? How do you do it up?"
Raphael sighed, but helped her out nonetheless. "There. Now get me my trench coat while I make sure the bike works."
She nodded and hurriedly grabbed his stuff, returning a few seconds later. She passed him his coat and he put it on, making sure it wouldn't get in his way while he was driving. Once he finished with his coat, he placed the gift in a compartment. He then put his helmet on and climbed onto the bike.
"Hop on," he said.
She hopped onto the seat in the back, with some help from him.
"Hold on," he ordered, before roaring out of the sewer pretty fast.
She clung to him for dear life, as he was going well over the speed limit, and in broad daylight. They reached Jeff's house five minutes later, and amazingly hadn't been pulled over by cops. Raphael helped her off the bike, and passed her the gift.
"I'll pick you up later," he stated. "I'll find out from Donnie what time it ends."
She nodded, then hugged him. "Thanks Raph."
"Okay, okay. Enough of the mushy stuff," Raphael said gently shoving her away from him. "Now, scat."
She grinned at him, then dashed to the front porch where Jeff stood waiting for her.
"Damn kid," Raphael thought. "If she had've hugged me longer, I would've hugged her back and ruined my damn rep."
He then roared off, hoping he got back before the others did.
A.N.: Thank God these chapters were all shorter than the last! Thought it'd take me forever! Lol. =0) Adios! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA!!!!!