A/N: I don't own them! Except for Naomi Waters, Matthew Garland and Sarah Henderson.
If I don't get enough reviews, I'll pull the plug on this fic. Thanks guys.
CHAPTER ONE
" Where are you going?" Leo demanded Don once practice was over. Don sheathed his bo and glanced over his shoulder.
" I'm just going topside for a walk." He told him, " It's getting stuffy down here."
" Well, in that case, how about doing the shopping?" Leo asked him.
" It's your turn Leo." Don reminded him dryly, " I'm not doing your turn." Then he grabbed his trench coat and fedora hat and left the den.
" Well, at least he's going topside." Mike commented to the others.
Leo frowned, " Don's up to something." He said and Raph sighed.
" Give him a break Leo. He just wants to go for a walk. I think it's about time he went topside on his own."
" I agree with Raph. A little sun would do the guy some good." Mike said and left the dojo.
Don climbed the ladder and poked his head out of the manhole. He was in an alleyway and this would be a good place to climb out without anyone seeing him.
He climbed out and brushed some dirt of his coat before wandering down the alleyway, towards the street.
He knew where he was heading-to the library. Naomi worked there as an assistant and Don was hoping she still did.
He walked across the street and entered the small, airy library. Sunlight streamed in through the skylight.
Don looked over at the issues desk and sighed in disappointment. Naomi was nowhere in sight; either she had a day off-or didn't work there anymore.
There was a curly red-haired woman at the loans desk. Maybe she could tell him where Naomi was. He pushed his fedora low over his eyes and walked over to her.
" Excuse me?" he greeted her. The nametag she had pinned on her red blouse read: Sarah.
" Can I help you?" Sarah smiled at him.
" I hope so. I'm a friend of Naomi Waters and…is she working today?"
" No she isn't," Sarah told him.
" Do you know why?"
" I'm sorry but I'm not allowed to give personal information out about my staff." Sarah told him, " Is there anything else I can help you with instead?"
" No. It's okay…I'll just browse for a little bit." Don left the counter, feeling disappointed, but at the same time, relieved. If he had come face to face with her, he'd have no idea what to say.
Maybe it's a good thing I didn't see her. Don decided, then started to look for a manhole.
Naomi sighed and let the hot water flow over her sore, tired muscles. She didn't want the hot shower to end, but eventually the hot water ran out. She climbed out and wrapped a fluffy pink towel around herself and quickly dried her hair. She marvelled at how a short hairstyle was so much easier to manage then her long tresses had been.
Once her hair was dry, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror and began brushing her hair. She turned around to grab her shirt that was hanging on the doorknob and turned back round again-and screamed.
The face of her brother was staring at her in the mirror-his eyes looked cold and unforgiving.
" You killed me." he whispered before he vanished.
Naomi blinked and rubbed her eyes. Did she really his face? Or did she just blank out for a minute?
Whatever-I'm not going to stay in this apartment a minute longer! She decided throwing on some clothes. She went into the living room and grabbed her wallet and left, slamming the door behind her.
If I don't get enough reviews, I'll pull the plug on this fic. Thanks guys.
CHAPTER ONE
" Where are you going?" Leo demanded Don once practice was over. Don sheathed his bo and glanced over his shoulder.
" I'm just going topside for a walk." He told him, " It's getting stuffy down here."
" Well, in that case, how about doing the shopping?" Leo asked him.
" It's your turn Leo." Don reminded him dryly, " I'm not doing your turn." Then he grabbed his trench coat and fedora hat and left the den.
" Well, at least he's going topside." Mike commented to the others.
Leo frowned, " Don's up to something." He said and Raph sighed.
" Give him a break Leo. He just wants to go for a walk. I think it's about time he went topside on his own."
" I agree with Raph. A little sun would do the guy some good." Mike said and left the dojo.
Don climbed the ladder and poked his head out of the manhole. He was in an alleyway and this would be a good place to climb out without anyone seeing him.
He climbed out and brushed some dirt of his coat before wandering down the alleyway, towards the street.
He knew where he was heading-to the library. Naomi worked there as an assistant and Don was hoping she still did.
He walked across the street and entered the small, airy library. Sunlight streamed in through the skylight.
Don looked over at the issues desk and sighed in disappointment. Naomi was nowhere in sight; either she had a day off-or didn't work there anymore.
There was a curly red-haired woman at the loans desk. Maybe she could tell him where Naomi was. He pushed his fedora low over his eyes and walked over to her.
" Excuse me?" he greeted her. The nametag she had pinned on her red blouse read: Sarah.
" Can I help you?" Sarah smiled at him.
" I hope so. I'm a friend of Naomi Waters and…is she working today?"
" No she isn't," Sarah told him.
" Do you know why?"
" I'm sorry but I'm not allowed to give personal information out about my staff." Sarah told him, " Is there anything else I can help you with instead?"
" No. It's okay…I'll just browse for a little bit." Don left the counter, feeling disappointed, but at the same time, relieved. If he had come face to face with her, he'd have no idea what to say.
Maybe it's a good thing I didn't see her. Don decided, then started to look for a manhole.
Naomi sighed and let the hot water flow over her sore, tired muscles. She didn't want the hot shower to end, but eventually the hot water ran out. She climbed out and wrapped a fluffy pink towel around herself and quickly dried her hair. She marvelled at how a short hairstyle was so much easier to manage then her long tresses had been.
Once her hair was dry, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror and began brushing her hair. She turned around to grab her shirt that was hanging on the doorknob and turned back round again-and screamed.
The face of her brother was staring at her in the mirror-his eyes looked cold and unforgiving.
" You killed me." he whispered before he vanished.
Naomi blinked and rubbed her eyes. Did she really his face? Or did she just blank out for a minute?
Whatever-I'm not going to stay in this apartment a minute longer! She decided throwing on some clothes. She went into the living room and grabbed her wallet and left, slamming the door behind her.