Welcome to Sunny California!

Note: Okay, I was pressed for time for the first chapter, but all will be explained in the second chapter, I promise! More plot, more dialogue, and maybe a bit more action! *Winkwink *

Who knows? It all depends on reviews this story is for you Reinbeauchaser! Hope that you like it as it progresses! Also, any helpful hints that you want to mail me would be appreciated!

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone expect the idea behind this whole storythat's italso Rene, don't be mad that I didn't tell you about this, but it was part of the surprise! Hope that you're not mad that I didn't ask for permission to use you in the story. I got what info I could from your author info pageIf I did get anything wrong, I apologize and if you want this pulled then let me know and I will do it gladly!

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Donatello took in his surroundings quickly, preparing himself against the onslaught of the foot ninja's. His brother and leader stood in front of him, Leonardo knew that this was to be the final fight. The fight where one leader would not be alive to see the end of and Donatello wished beyond hope that it would be Shredders demise that they witnessed.

Beside him, Michelangelo took notice of the small, almost insignificant hand gesture that Leo gave him, and motioned the command to Raphael, who moved up closer behind Don sais spinning in his hands. As the four brothers crouched down, it was then that the Shredder chose to show himself and Donatello could see his Leaders' muscles tense at the sight of him, and he could hear a faint growling from behind him, coming from Raphael.

"Foot ninjas, attack!"

That was when all hell broke loose. The foot ran headlong into the small semi circle that the turtles had formed, the sound of metal clashing with wood and metal. Leonardo himself chose to attack only the ninja who blocked his path to Shredder, rage and a lust for vengeance at the atrocities that had befallen his clan at the hands of the murderer Oroku Saki.

"Leo, look out!"

Raphael's warning came too late as a group of ninjas attacked from behind. Jumping and hanging off of the mutant teenager the foot weighed him down until he was immobile.

Turning away from his own attackers, Donatello was able to see the smug look of satisfaction on Shredders face under the metallic mask. The others around Shredder stopped fighting and moved closer, gleefully wanting to see the death of the abomination. Raphael and Michelangelo both turned in the direction of their enemy, and gasped at the sight of their fallen leader.

Twirling his Bo staff, Donatello turtle was able to take out a few choice attackers that were still fighting. All three turtles watched as Shredder raised Leo's own sword, preparing to strike.

"As I have done to your rat, so shall I do to your brother!"

Looking up at his own weapon, Leo felt that he had ran out of options. Closing his eyes, he resigned himself to his fate. But wished there was another way, a different outcome.

When the blow did not come, he opened his eyes and was amazed to see that he was no longer on the ground in the back of an ally way. Instead, his surroundings were bright, and nicely decorated. Standing up slowly and worried that he might have already been killed or worse yet, unconscious, he spotted his brothers looking just as shocked a few feet from him.

"Don, any idea what just happened?"

"Uh," The purple-banded turtle did a full 360 spin, taking in everything quickly, Bo staff held up and ready.

"I'm not sure...one minute you and Saki were..." He didn't finish the sentence, and for once Don was glad that Leo didn't push the matter.

"Well we gotta be somewhere bros'! I mean, you don't just suddenly start a fight one place, and get sucked into another!" Mikey commented walking over to a table to look at the pictures of a family that adorned it.

Putting his sais back into his belt, Raphael walked over to the window and whistled.

"Uh, Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."

Curious the others followed, and what they saw outside the window were bright sunny roads, large mountains in the back with snow capped tops and palm trees blowing in a light breeze. There were people roller blading and skateboarding along the sidewalk.

"Holy crap! Where are we? This is certainly not New York!" Mike asked, bewildered.

Moving away from the window, Don looked around the room again, this time finding a newspaper on the same table that Mike held the pictures that Mike had been looking at earlier. The paper read 'March 13, 2004 The San Diego Reader'.

Donatello was about to report his findings when a small black and white cat jumped out from underneath the table at him. Claws out, the cat attached itself to his kneepads and slowly tried to climb the turtle like a tree.

"Hey there, that...eep! ...That hurts!" He exclaimed, reaching down to unhook its' claws from his flesh. Once back on the floor it took off at lightning speed down an open door attached to a hallway.

"Buster? What's wrong kitty?" A female voice asked.

All four turtles tensed at the sound of a newcomer, weapons drawn the faced the door. The first thing they saw was the cat squirming to get away from its holder.

"Bus...ter....stop struggling you lil hairball!" The woman said in frustration.

The next thing they saw was the holder, she was dressed in casual jeans and a light blue tee-shirt, her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and she finally gave up the struggle and allowed the cat to leap from her arms and run down the hall again.

Turning, she came face to face with Leonardo who had his swords pointed down.

"Oh...my...God..." The middle aged woman stared wide-eyed at the turtle in front of her.

"L..Le...Leo? Is that you?" She stammered.

He watched her carefully, assessing that she wasn't a true danger, but curious about her nonetheless.

"How do you know my name?"

She grinned broadly at them; "This is so surreal! I mean, I didn't think it would actually work, but I must say that I'm glad it did!" She told him excitedly.

"Glad what worked?" Raphael asked, coming up to stand beside Leonardo.

Her eye's never left the turtle directly in front of her as he sheathed his swords.

"I got a birthday email from a friend today...she said that if I went to this website it would grant my wish...and... wow..."

"Lemme guess, you wished for four hot mutant turtles!" Mike asked, grinning.

"If that's the case, why is Raph here?" Don replied, unable to contain the comeback.

The woman grinned again and laughed. "This is the best birthday ever!" Suddenly remembering something, she stuck out her hand. "My name is Rene, and welcome to California!"

TBC