Disclaimer: Trinity mine!…other than that…looks at half empty dorm room, the 'empty half being her half, yeah….that's it.

Epilogue

Drips echoed the dark and dank sewers as the ninja turtles returned home in relative silence. This in itself being very unusual, post-battle antics and chatting usually filling the sewers after any rowdy street fight the turtle had happened to get into that night.

However, this night things were different.

This was no street fight for one. No renegade gangs. No youth trying to prove themselves to…well…themselves.

No, tonight, it had been all out war. Them against the Foot in a battle of life or death.

And for some, the outcome was death.

But for them, they were lucky, that luck coming in the form of a single girl

And a head-full of hair…

"Did you see her body? Man! What I wouldn't give to be with someone like that!"

And as usual, Michelangelo was the first one to break the silence.

However, Raphael, in turn, was not too far behind.

"Ha! Mikey, believe me when I tell you she's not you're type!" He snorted, slapping his brother on the shell as he joined his side. Michelangelo smiled a little at his brother's antics before giving him a playful shove.

Raph seemed to be in a good mood, considering his bloodied arm and basic concussion. Those could be fixed up when they got back to the lair, but for now Raph wore his bandana around his arm, it acting as a temporary bandage for his wound. On his head he wore nothing except for a nasty bump and a few bruises.

However, you wouldn't know that from the look on his face.

Grinning madly, Raph responded, his voice assured and full of conviction as if educating a child to the facts of life.

"Cause, she's MY type!"

Raphael shoved Michelangelo hard into the nearby wall, his laughter filling the air as well as Michelangelo's splat as flesh found the hard concreteNevertheless, anddespite Raph's roughhousing, Mike couldn't help but chuckle as he separated himself from the dark concrete. It was very unusually for Raph to be in such a good mood, especially after being beat up as badly as he did tonight.

Which only shows how a pretty girl can change even the sourest of attitudes.

"You wish!" He retaliated, shoving him back. Not nearly as hard as Raph shoved him (Raph was injured after all), but with enough force for Raph to break his saunter as he stumbled back a step or two, leaving both turtles smiling.

However, and just like always, Leonardo chose that opportunity to speak up, consequentially spoiling their fun.

"Well, she wouldn't have had to come to the 'rescue' if we had fought up to par-"

"Save it Leo! We all know that there will be extra training for weeks to come. So there's no need to tell us something we already know. Now, what we don't know is exactly who that red-haired fox was!"

He nudged his brother in blue, way too happy to be angry with him and the moment, and in return all Leo did was frown only to get ribbed again by his persistent brother in crimson.

"Come on, Leo! I know you liked her too. She was too gorgeous for you not to like her…unless…"

He let his thoughts trail off, allowing Leo a few seconds for it to click.

And when it did, the rejoinder was more than instantaneous.

"Raph, I'm not gay! You Dufus!"

Raph laughed as he was shoved back a step or to only to catch up back with the now smiling Leonardo. Behind him, Michelangelo snickered, catching Raphael's attention. He looked back and at his grinning younger brother and threw him a mischievous (a.k.a. Evil) grin before turning back to the older of his siblings in mock thought.

Despite his body's protests, he grinned, not one to let a little bit of pain get in the way his fun. He would get Leo to admit that he liked her as much as the next turtle. Even if it took all night…

"So, you like her. Right?"

He jabbed his brother in the side, and in response, Leo gave in, bending away from the verbal and physical prodding.

"Well…"

However, Raph was never one to give up, especially on something like this.

"Come on, Leo! Just admit it."

Raph poked his brother a few more times, each time causing Leonardo to bend further and further away from the prodding finger, until…

"Fine! Fine! Fine!" Leo jumped away, it being all he could bear. She's…pretty…alright?!"

However, that still did not seem to be enough for the now un-banded turtle. He scoffed, turning back to his brother in orange, "'Pretty' he says." before swinging back to Leonardo.

Only to knock on the skull of his brother in blue.

"Hello? Is anybody in there? Sorry to inform you, Leo, but she was freaking Gorgeous!"

Leo swatted his hand away, leaving Raph grinning in response. However, before he could continue his 'Leo torture,' another figure finally caught his attention. Before the group walked Donatello, of who had not spoken since they left the pier. Now he walked, his head down and deep in thought as his feet seemed to move automatically. He was silent, distant, and obliviously bothered.

And to Raph, the perfect prey.

"Hey Donny, you've been awfully quiet. Thinkin' bout her too?"

Donatello ignored his older brother, not at all in the mood to join in the conversation and thankfully, Raph took it as such.

But not before throwing in his two cent anyways.

"Not speaking Donny? That's alright. Heh, we all know why…" He threw a wink to Michelangelo and a nudge to Leonardo, but Donatello still did not respond.

Instead, he stayed silent, although his thoughts moved at least a million miles per hour, the subject actually being not to far from what Raphael had been suggesting.

Yes, he was thinking about the girl, but in more ways than one.

She was… 'pretty,'... Actually, she was gorgeous, just like Raph said. But there was more to her…Much more.

She was also uncannily familiar.

Nothing he could put his finger on of course. (Exactly how many red-haired girls did he know that could actually move their hair? Not many, that was for sure.) But there was just something about that girl that he knew…Something that he knew well…

"We're here!" Michelangelo bound in front of the group and in front in him to knock on the heavy metal barricade that served as the door to their home.

And in response, it was soon opened by none other than a very much awoken Splinter.

"Come in, my sons. I am glad to see your safe return."

Trinity rushed from the bathroom and to Donatello's room as she heard the slight knock on the main door of the lair. She had not run into Splinter when she got back, only briefly announcing her arrival before rushing off to the bathroom, not waiting to see if he heard her or not. But, as the knock came on the door, it was soon evident that he had, him being already awake to answer the door probably initially awoken by her pervious entry.

Now in Donny's room, she peered hurriedly into the mirror in slight panic. In the bathroom she had successfully removed all of the make-up and hid her cloths in a place she was sure neither him nor any of his brothers would ever look.

Her toiletry bag.

But now, it seemed that the biggest and hardest challenge was still before her.

Her red hair wiggled as it draped over her solders and back, it being the biggest clue to her hidden identity, thus being the difference between this night being a total success or a complete failure.

She had to make it go back to normal, but how?!

She had no clue!
However, and to her despair, she seemed to be running out of time as well.

"Raph, I'm going to bed. Mikey can handle that. Besides, he's just as qualified as I am."

She heard a few footsteps in the room's direction as the other's seemed to respond to the unmistakable avowal of the turtle in purple.

"Goodnight, Donny."

"G'night, then."

"Nighty Nighty, sleep tighty!"

"Sweet dreams, my son."

However, meanwhile Trinity was in complete and total panic.

Hastily, she turned off the lights, running back to the mirror in a last and final attempt to will her hair to go back to normal.

'Please?! Go back! Go back! Turn brown, damn you!' But before she could witness any change, the door knob was already turning.

He was here!

With lightning speed she made a flying leap for the bed, covering herself as quickly as she could, head and all.

By now, she had already accepted the fact that her hair would not go down, and that he was destined to find her like this.

And all she could do was close her eyes and wait for the inevitable…

However, as she listened to his shuffling as his moved about the room with no scream or shout following his entry, she couldn't help but wonder.

Did he not see her yet?

"She's sleeping like an angel…"

Donatello's deep baritone of a voice whispered in the dark room. Well, that was proof enough, he did see her. But not the hair? Why?

Slowly, she moved, seeming turning in her sleep but in reality it was all just to bring a hand up and to her hair in scrutiny…

Nothing. No movement, no wiggling, no anything. Just a normal, straight, brown dull head full of hair. She nearly laughed out loud, but instead she just settled for becoming still once again, listening to the movements that belonged to the one Donatello.

There was a slight silence in his movement, one followed by a sigh. He was watching her again, but that did not last long as the bed soon creaked with his added weight.

The covers around her lifted and settled back down, this time around two forms instead of one.

She opened her eyes to meet a face of green, and in return, Donatello only stared back, his eyes widening slightly in slight surprise.

"Did I wake you?" He asked, his voice barely audible, but she heard him. Well, not so much as heard it, but felt it. They were so close. Shaking her head, she buried her face in the crook between his neck and plastron.

"Not at all." She whispered in the same manner.

It was a silent acknowledgement of sorts, him having survived to see her another day, and she having waited for him. That's the way it always was.

However, his time, at least for her, it was different.

Oblivious to her thoughts, he snuggled closer, wrapping a giant muscular, protective arm around her mid-section before allowing his breathing to be come regular. His allowed his body the liberty to give in to his exhaustion, and in response he fell asleep almost immediately after finally closing his eyes.

Trinity sighed, rather content with being right where she was, like she always was when he came back.

However, and just like before, this time it was different.

She smiled knowledgably. Now, instead of staying up all night worry for him, she could actually do something, saving their lives night after night just like they did for the citizens of this city.

Just as they deserved in respect to them.

To the same degree that they were the city's heroes in green, she was their hero in black.

She was their Mistress of Darkness, and like this moment…

She would've had it no other way.

Hehe, hm. What do you think? A type of summary of sorts.

Well, that's the end. Yup, this is over, although I do have ideas they're not finalized. If this goes over well, I guess I can continue this story line, but in it's own story, "The Trinity Chronicles," but like I said, not finalized yet.

Well, what are you waiting for, R and R!