Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT or any of their affiliates. But I do own
Sasha, so you can't have her. :-P
VIII
That night, April O'Niel came to visit. She was thin, with medium-length red hair, and very pretty. Sasha watched from her perch on the back of the couch as the turtles all gathered around their friend and greeted her with hugs and smiles.
"Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been down in a while. Work has been hectic, and the holiday shop--" April stopped short when she caught sight of the silver- haired girl sitting on the back of her friends' sofa. "Who's this, guys?" She asked, unable to pull her eyes away from the unfamiliar guest.
"Oh, April, this is Sasha," Leonardo explained. "Sasha, this is our friend April."
Sasha nodded and jumped lightly from the back of the couch. April gasped at the sight of her black tail.
"It's okay April, she's not gonna hurt you," Mikey said.
"Are you a mutant, too?" April asked Sasha.
Sasha blinked. "I don't know," she said. "Don't ask me too many questions about myself, and we'll get along just fine."
April blinked and shrugged. "I brought some pizza down for you guys. I can't stay long, though. This museum robbery is big news. And just so you guys know, I think the Foot was involved."
"What makes you say that, April?" Leo asked as Mike and Raph went outside to retrieve the pizza boxes.
"Well, what other group would be able to take out eight security guards so fast that they wouldn't be able to hit an alarm?"
"Good point."
The group went into the kitchen, Sasha trailing at the rear. She felt uneasy around April. For some reason, she didn't like April seeing her, as if a rule was being broken or something.
"What was stolen April?" Donatello asked, pulling out a chair for the reporter. Sasha hopped up onto an empty spot on the kitchen counter behind April's chair and squatted down. Her tail swished behind her as if it was trying to find a comfortable position to be in.
"It's really weird, because it's not something you would normally expect Shredder to be after—they stole ancient Hebrew scrolls."
"Ancient Hebrew?" Donny asked. "As in, old Jewish manuscripts?" "Sort of," April said, trying to find the words. "From what the curator told me, the actual translation wasn't so much religious writing, but more myths and stories."
"About what?"
April shrugged. "Nobody really knows. Apparently there was another kind of writing on some of them, but it was mixed with the Hebrew letters, making it impossible to really understand."
"What would Shredder want with Ancient Hebrew Scrolls that no one could read?" Leonardo asked.
"That's what I was hoping you guys could answer," April said with a sigh. "Have you noticed if the Foot has been acting strange lately?"
"Well, they did attack Sasha," Donatello answered. "But we don't know why, and neither does she."
April turned and looked up at the girl squatting on the counter. Sasha's head was cocked to one side, and she was looking up at the ceiling as though there was something vaguely interesting on it. After a few minutes of April gazing up at her, she turned her gaze to her. April was surprised by the cool calculation in Sasha's eyes.
"Do you have any idea why the Foot are after you?"
Sasha blinked slowly. "No," she said. Her gaze returned to the ceiling. She didn't seem the least bit worried.
"Are you sure? No idea at all? Are you maybe involved in some sort of religious group—are you Jewish? Or are your parents researchers for--"
Sasha shook her head and looked back to April. Her eyes were no longer blue, but an orange color. "Listen, I don't do well with questions, so I'd appreciate it if you would just stop asking me them."
"Com'n Sasha, calm down," Mikey said, almost pleading. "You don't have to be so defensive. She's just trying to help."
"Well, she's not." Sasha took a deep breath. "Sorry, I'm just kind of stressed out."
"Well, don't be," April smiled. "These guys won't let anything happen to you."
After she had eaten two slices of pizza, April stood up. "Sorry guys, I gotta run, I told them I'd be back in time for the six o'clock news."
"Do you have to go?" Mikey whined good-naturedly.
"Only if you don't want me to lose my job. I'll call you guys tomorrow. Maybe once this robbery story is squared away, we can do something." She gave each of the turtles a hug and left.
"So that's April O'Neil," Sasha said after April was gone.
Mikey grinned. "Yeah. You wanna go read some more comics?"
"Sure."
VIII
That night, April O'Niel came to visit. She was thin, with medium-length red hair, and very pretty. Sasha watched from her perch on the back of the couch as the turtles all gathered around their friend and greeted her with hugs and smiles.
"Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been down in a while. Work has been hectic, and the holiday shop--" April stopped short when she caught sight of the silver- haired girl sitting on the back of her friends' sofa. "Who's this, guys?" She asked, unable to pull her eyes away from the unfamiliar guest.
"Oh, April, this is Sasha," Leonardo explained. "Sasha, this is our friend April."
Sasha nodded and jumped lightly from the back of the couch. April gasped at the sight of her black tail.
"It's okay April, she's not gonna hurt you," Mikey said.
"Are you a mutant, too?" April asked Sasha.
Sasha blinked. "I don't know," she said. "Don't ask me too many questions about myself, and we'll get along just fine."
April blinked and shrugged. "I brought some pizza down for you guys. I can't stay long, though. This museum robbery is big news. And just so you guys know, I think the Foot was involved."
"What makes you say that, April?" Leo asked as Mike and Raph went outside to retrieve the pizza boxes.
"Well, what other group would be able to take out eight security guards so fast that they wouldn't be able to hit an alarm?"
"Good point."
The group went into the kitchen, Sasha trailing at the rear. She felt uneasy around April. For some reason, she didn't like April seeing her, as if a rule was being broken or something.
"What was stolen April?" Donatello asked, pulling out a chair for the reporter. Sasha hopped up onto an empty spot on the kitchen counter behind April's chair and squatted down. Her tail swished behind her as if it was trying to find a comfortable position to be in.
"It's really weird, because it's not something you would normally expect Shredder to be after—they stole ancient Hebrew scrolls."
"Ancient Hebrew?" Donny asked. "As in, old Jewish manuscripts?" "Sort of," April said, trying to find the words. "From what the curator told me, the actual translation wasn't so much religious writing, but more myths and stories."
"About what?"
April shrugged. "Nobody really knows. Apparently there was another kind of writing on some of them, but it was mixed with the Hebrew letters, making it impossible to really understand."
"What would Shredder want with Ancient Hebrew Scrolls that no one could read?" Leonardo asked.
"That's what I was hoping you guys could answer," April said with a sigh. "Have you noticed if the Foot has been acting strange lately?"
"Well, they did attack Sasha," Donatello answered. "But we don't know why, and neither does she."
April turned and looked up at the girl squatting on the counter. Sasha's head was cocked to one side, and she was looking up at the ceiling as though there was something vaguely interesting on it. After a few minutes of April gazing up at her, she turned her gaze to her. April was surprised by the cool calculation in Sasha's eyes.
"Do you have any idea why the Foot are after you?"
Sasha blinked slowly. "No," she said. Her gaze returned to the ceiling. She didn't seem the least bit worried.
"Are you sure? No idea at all? Are you maybe involved in some sort of religious group—are you Jewish? Or are your parents researchers for--"
Sasha shook her head and looked back to April. Her eyes were no longer blue, but an orange color. "Listen, I don't do well with questions, so I'd appreciate it if you would just stop asking me them."
"Com'n Sasha, calm down," Mikey said, almost pleading. "You don't have to be so defensive. She's just trying to help."
"Well, she's not." Sasha took a deep breath. "Sorry, I'm just kind of stressed out."
"Well, don't be," April smiled. "These guys won't let anything happen to you."
After she had eaten two slices of pizza, April stood up. "Sorry guys, I gotta run, I told them I'd be back in time for the six o'clock news."
"Do you have to go?" Mikey whined good-naturedly.
"Only if you don't want me to lose my job. I'll call you guys tomorrow. Maybe once this robbery story is squared away, we can do something." She gave each of the turtles a hug and left.
"So that's April O'Neil," Sasha said after April was gone.
Mikey grinned. "Yeah. You wanna go read some more comics?"
"Sure."