A/N: Okay, first off... I love that you guys review. I absolutely enjoy it! I also love the fact that you guys give me construcitve critisism. Tell you the truth, some of the time I need that. Although, I did get a nasty review the other night and would like to address it.

To reviewer: I do not appreciate when someone reviews and tells me what to write when concerning my plot line. I have labeled my fiction as a Romance/Action/Adventure and I am going to stick to it. If you have failed to read the genres before reading the fiction, that is not my concern. I am sorry that some people may not see it that way, but it is the way I planned the fiction. If you dissagree, please stop reading the fiction. I am glad that you have enjoyed the fiction up this far, but if you truely feel that way, then stop reading. You do not need to flame, because you have already shown your disapproval to the fiction and that is all that is needed to be said.

I have all ready finished this fiction and planning on a sequel so there is no chance that I will be changing my plot line. If you still feel this way and still plan to flame, then I'm sorry, but I would have to call you a hyprocrite, because wasn't it you who said on your bio that flames would not be welcome and they do not fix the problem? That is all I have to say about it, and I am sorry that you feel that way, but I will continue with my fiction as planned, like it or not. Please, in the future do not be so closed minded.

BTW: Turtles do have reprodcutive organs, but they are with in the shell. And still, that does not mean that my characters will have sexual realtions with the turtles or not. They have just started to feel something, and..well, you would have to read the fiction all the way through to understand.

To other reivewers: Now that that nasty buisness is out of the way, here is the rest of the fiction. Sorry for the inturruption. I apologise to my other reviewers. I just needed that point to be clear. Now on with the fiction!

Chapter Eleven: You'll Come Back

Everybody now sat in den watching the huge TV screen light up with the different views of the old warehouse where the purple dragons still held their meetings. Delaney was surrounded by her friends with Eros sitting right next to her with an arm draped around her shoulders. Delaney apologized for the yelling and was soon smothered with a hug from her friend. From that point to now Eros hasn't let go of her friend. Amity sat on her other side and Callista sat in a chair behind them, overlooking the information on the screen just as closely as Delaney was. Michelangelo had yet to come and see Delaney. He didn't even know of the situation until they all sat down in front of the TV because Leonardo wanted to brief him and his brothers on the situation they were facing concerning the purple dragons. He looked over at her and saw that she had been crying, along with all the other girls minus Callista, but she still held her determination on what she had to do.

"It looks like the purple dragons are now going into the weapon production business," Leonardo pulled out the shuriken and stuck it in the side of one of the wooden slabs he pulled out from the dojo, "I say we stop them now before it gets out of hand."

"Just what I like to hear," Raphael spun his sias and smiled, "It's been awhile since I've been able to teach some of those punks a lesson or two."

"How are you guys going to do this?" Delaney asked. Her voice was still a little scratchy, but she kept her eyes locked on the warehouse, "They look like they could teach some lessons of their own."

"We've done it before," Donatello looked at the building, "We might have to call Casey in to help, tough. I bet he would feel offended if we didn't bring him into this. They're his favorite bunch of people."

"Already done," Raph put his sais in his belt, "I called him once I heard purple and dragons in the same sentence. He will meet us at the warehouse."

"Good, from the look of things we'll need the help," Leo nodded and looked at the girls.

"Delaney, did you not want to tell of what you found?" Splinter spoke from the side of the conversation.

Delaney looked away from the screen toward the others, "Yeah. I know one of the people associated to the clan that the shuriken was made for. His name is Yukio. He…"

She was starting to choke on her words and closed her eyes. Callista looked down at her and took over, "He worked in the same department as her dad. He was just transferred there. He gained everyone's trust fast… we never even suspected him until we saw that symbol. At one time he had the same symbol etched into his skin with a series of cuts. He knew everything about Delaney and the rest of us because we all trusted him. Now… well, you can guess."

Michelangelo looked straight at Delaney and saw her staring at the floor, trying to fight back the tears, "Leo, do we know if he is going to be there?"

"I don't think so, Mikey. This mission is strictly going for the purple dragons."

Michelangelo slowly nodded his head and turned to Splinter who just got up from his pillow and walked over to Delaney. He put a bony hand on her head and closed his eyes. Delaney closed her eyes and began to breath in a rhythm. She was trying to clear her mind and calm herself.

"Take heart," Splinter spoke softly, "Clear your hate."

"It's hard to do so," Delaney said softly, "He… killed my family. He betrayed me. He betrayed all of us."

"Does it make you feel better to hate?"

"No," she whispered, "It helps me vent."

"There is something better in your future for you," Splinter took his hand off her head, "But you must first rid the rage and the angry thoughts from yourself."

"I'll try," Delaney looked at Splinter and watched him go to his room.

"Good luck, my sons," he called to the four guys.

"Listen up, turtles," Leonardo called out, "Keep your wits about you and keep sharp. The purple dragons may be street thugs, but you never know what they could have in store for us. It's going to be dangerous this time. We're going against them on their turf with a factory full of weapons. This isn't a normal walk in central park."

"Got it," the other three echoed and went their separate ways to get ready for the fight.

Eros looked up from her friend and watched as Donatello made his way toward his lab to fill up his bag of technological tricks. She bent down to her friend and patted her on the shoulder. Delaney nodded at her and got up to go back to her room. Amity and Callista stayed behind to talk over the specifics of the situation that wasn't explained in detail. Eros waited until Delaney got into her room and walked over to Donatello and stepped into the subway car where he was putting in a few on his turtle vision goggles and special shurikens.

"Just how dangerous are we talking, Donnie?" she asked crossing her arms over her chest after closing the door.

"Just as dangerous as anything else that I do," he looked up at her, "Can you hand me that extra pair of goggles?"

Eros grabbed the goggles and handed them to him, "Leo said it was more dangerous than a normal scouting of the city."

"No, he said it wouldn't be a normal walk in the park," he walked past her and went out to his computer screen to pick up some other small gadgets and put a shell cell in his belt.

"Which means that there is an elevated chance that you might get hurt," Eros stood behind him with a defiant look on her face. She wasn't going to let this drop.

"There is always a chance that I or any of my brothers could get hurt," he turned to her and looked in her eyes, "It's our job to protect the city."

"But you aren't even recognized for it," she looked back in his eyes, "It wouldn't make any difference to the people up top if you were hurt or worse. They wouldn't even know. But I would. I would care. I do care."

"Eros, how long do you think it's going to take them to spread their weapons all over the city? If we don't do this, they could cause some serious damage to someone else. Someone else like Delaney...or like you. That's why I do this."

"Why can't someone else do it?"

"Because I took it upon myself to help."

"Then take it off of yourself!" she said harshly at him, "I don't want you to get hurt. Not tonight, not ever."

"You know I can't do that. That would be deserting the city and deserting you and Delaney. You asked for our help and I'm doing everything in my power to do just that."

"Delaney and I would understand."

"I'm not going to back out, just because there is a chance. There is always a chance."

"I just don't want to see you hurt, Donnie," she hugged him around the neck, standing on her tip toes to reach, "You're a great guy. You don't deserve to get hurt."

He was a little surprised at her action, but wrapped his arms around her midsection and put his face next to hers. He felt her breath on his neck as she tried to bury her head under his chin. They stood together for as long as they could, but Donatello knew that he would have to let go and fight. He had to.

"I'll come back," he said softly and she pulled back to look at him, "I have to help you on your inventions, remember?"

She smiled a little, "Yeah, I'd be pretty lost without you."

"Just how lost?" he wanted to push it for all it was worth and hear her say that he was the most brilliant mind of all. He has only been able to do that once, but she has been able to dodge it since. Maybe with this advantage he could squeeze it out of her.

Eros cupped the side of his face with her hand and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. He turned stiff at the action and a blush began to show on his face. She looked up at him and gave him a smirk, "You'll never know, cause you're coming back."

He gave a nervous/goofy smile and looked down at her, "I- I'll, um see you when I get- get back, then?"

"You bet you will," Eros smiled and let go of him.

He started to walk backwards toward the main tunnel. She watched him trip over a few low tables and some chairs and had to giggle. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave a cheesy smile to her. He waved a couple of times as he reached the tunnel and waited for his brothers. Eros waved back and walked toward her room.

'I wonder how long it will take him to realize that they are not going to leave until nightfall?' Eros thought as she made it to her bedroom and shrugged it off. She was feeling all the sudden elated and she wanted to do something with herself.

Delaney sat in the chair pulled up to the desk that she shared with Callista. Callista was out talking- or more like arguing- with Raphael about weapons or something like that, so she would be busy for quite a while. She also said something about annoying him while he got ready. For the past hours since the discussion about the attack on the purple dragons Delaney had been staring at the crime scenes and write-ups while distracting herself every once in a while with a beginning sketch in her pad. Maybe he was mentioned and she over looked it. In any case, he wasn't injured. He was in on it. She just wanted to see if you could figure out for how long.

She smiled as she heard Eros starting to sing some of her favorite songs to herself. She was in a good mood, which probably meant she said something to Donatello. From the look of things she had her eye on the turtle for quite a while, and the nearly endless hours that she helped him with his inventions and probably vice-versa only helped to support the theory. Amity passed by Delaney's room and smiled at her as she heard Eros's singing. She gave a roll of the eyes and trudged into the next room to ask what exactly happened. That proved it, Amity saw something, and she will tell everything about it to Delaney and Callista later.

She leaned back in her chair and looked at the board in front of her. She rubbed her eyes a bit. They still stung a bit from her crying and she wanted to keep focus. She sighed and brought her sketchpad into her lap to finish the main parts of her drawing. She was down to the last few pages and will have to ask April to pick her up a new one.

"Knock, knock," Michelangelo looked into the room and lightly tapped on the door.

She turned to him and smiled, "Hey, come on in."

He looked out the door and shut the door behind him as he stepped in, "I wanted to see how you were doing. You seemed pretty upset about the whole thing out there."

Delaney got out of the chair and went over to her bed and sat down, closing the pad as she did, "Yeah… a big blow to the mind, you know? You think you know someone, and then it all blows back up in your face."

He sat down next to her, "You liked the guy?"

"As a friend," she nodded, "We used to joke that we would run off together after I graduated high school, but didn't actually mean it, thank goodness."

"So you liked to joke with him?"

"Yeah… I can't see why…" she struggled looking at her feet, "He was such a nice guy, and then he does something like this. It's like I can't trust anyone anymore."

"Don't say that," Michelangelo nudged her side, "That means that you won't use my shoulder anymore… and I have to admit that I'm growing quite fond of that."

She looked up at him and leaned on his shoulder, "Then I won't disappoint you."

He put his head on hers and decided to be bold by placing an arm around her waist, "You going to be okay without me?"

"Why? You think about sacrificing yourself in battle?" she tried to joke.

"Not counting on it, but it is a dangerous thing we're going into," he laughed a little. She thought for a moment and then pushed her head into his shoulder and closed her eyes.

"You're one of the few choice people I do trust, Mikey," she said softly, "You're coming back. You're one of a dying breed."

"I hope you're right, dudette."

"What are you talking about?" she joked from his shoulder, "I'm always right."

"Riiiight…" he smiled and looked down at her. He looked at the board that was filled with the pictures and scenes and squinted his eyes in disgust, "How can you wake up to those everyday?"

"Repetition," she said looking at the board, "They aren't as gruesome if you disconnect yourself, but it still gets to me every once in a while."

"And they're still up why?"

"It gives me something to focus on. If it is still a mystery, I have something to work toward," she felt him move his head from the board and toward Callista's growing collection of shirts and pants.

"How's her clothing coming?"

"Good, she will have us modeling them in no time," both of them laughed a little.

"Oh, I got something for ya."

"For me?" she got off his shoulder as he took a bracelet from his belt and hung it in front of her. It was made of a dark jade looking stone held together by a dark brown twine. Each of the eight pieces of jade was in a shape of a turtle each facing the same way. She watched it as it bounced off some of the light in the room.

"I found it on a guy who stole a woman's purse. Apparently after he saw us, he didn't want to see turtles ever again," he chuckled a bit and looked at her.

"It's beautiful, Mikey," she let him put it on her wrist and looked at it for a few seconds, "Thank you."

She leaned up and gave him a kiss on his cheek again and leaned back. She took another glance at the bracelet, which took the focus from Michelangelo's glowing red face and turned to her side. She went over to her dresser and began to dig in one of her drawers. He watched her as she dug through the clothes and pull out a long dark chain from the bottom of the drawer. It looked like it was black in color, but it was still made of some kind of metal.

"Here," she took the silver ring from her thumb and put it on the chain, "Take this in place of a friendship bracelet. I've never been good in making those anyway."

"That's your grandmother's ring," he pointed out as she handed him the chain, "I can't take that, what if I lose it?"

"I trust that you won't," she put it around his neck, "Besides, this means that you'll have to come back to give it back to me. Otherwise, I'll have to hunt you down and get it back myself."

"If you can catch me," he challenged her slightly and looked at the ring on the chain around his neck. He noticed the small silver leaves and circle design on it and watch it glow in the light.

"How long do you think you guys will be?" she asked settling her head on his shoulder again.

"Hopefully not very long," he put his arm around her again, put his head against hers and closed his eyes, "I all ready can't wait to get back home."

"Me too," Delaney smiled a little.

"Weren't you going to show me some pictures?" he asked a little enthused. He was always excited to see what Delaney had made in her sketchpad next.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot," she turned to her side and got the pad from behind them. The few new sketches that she had were of Leonardo in the dojo practicing a jump, Raphael and Callista in chibi form yelling at one another and then there was a basic sketch that she had just begun earlier. Michelangelo looked at the basic drawing and looked at her.

"What's this suppose to be?" he pointed at the rough outline of a face and what looked like a body in the background.

"What used to be a friend," she answered and looked at the paper.

He sighed and put the pad to the side. He slowly took her back into his arms and let her bury her head back into his shoulder. It not only comforted her more than he will ever know, but he always liked the feeling. He felt like he was stronger than ever and could do anything in the world. As long as she believed in him. He could feel her move her head toward the door and heard some footsteps outside the door. It sounded like Leo was looking for him. It was time for him to go.

"It looks like you guys are leaving," she said softly, daring not to believe her own statement. She actually tried to pull herself closer to him, trying to make believe that they had all the time in the world instead of the possible thirty seconds they had. His arms tightened around her as well, as far as she was concerned he felt the same way. She reluctantly picked her head up again and glaring toward the door. She looked at Michelangelo and gave him a hug around the neck, "Be careful. I have a bad feeling about tonight."

"I'll try my best," he backed from the hug and kissed her swiftly on the cheek as Leo started to knock on the door, "I'll be back."

"Good luck," Delaney whispered and touched her cheek as he left her room with Leonardo. She didn't notice, but she had the goofiest smile on her face.

Hours passed by slowly after the turtles left. Delaney and the girls tried to preoccupy themselves by watching movies on the television and playing some of the games from Michelangelo's room. After they exhausted of the games they all tried to settle down and enjoy the movie playing on the huge screen. They turned down the lights in the lair, letting only the light of the television light the lair. None of them changed into nightclothes. Delaney was still in a white shirt and her old jeans. Eros was in a button down shirt and a pair of her old jeans. Amity still had on her kaki skirt and wrap shirt while Callista kept her red wife beater and black sweats on. They didn't feel the need to change, their minds were preoccupied somewhere else. On someone else.

Part way through the movie Delaney saw Splinter emerge from his room and walk over to the dojo. He was probably on his way to meditate. It had been three hours since his sons left and Delaney had no doubt that he wanted to do all he could to help them. She poked Callista in the temple earning an evil glare from her.

"What's up?" Callista asked almost immediately after giving the glare.

"I'm going to go meditate with Splinter," Callista nodded and Delaney got up and followed the rat down the tunnel to the dojo. She looked around the corner and saw him sitting down into a lotus position.

"Master Splinter?" she approached him slowly, "Is it all right if I join you?"

"No problem at all, Delaney," he smiled and patted the spot in front of him. She smiled and sat in the spot indicated and got into the lotus position, "Something troubling your mind?"

"Millions of subjects are on my mind, but I want to clear my head and focus on helping any way I can," she bowed her head a bit and looked at him.

"Very well then," he closed his eyes and she followed suit. Soon enough they were both in a trance like state and began to focus on the guys.

Delaney diverted a bit from the others and focused on Michelangelo. She was worried about him. She was used to having him go on scouting missions with his brothers around the city to check the streets, but this was different. They were going up against a warehouse full of thugs. She could feel Michelangelo and took a breath of relief. But then she noticed that there was something different about him. Something happened to him. She opened her eyes and touched her leg where an immense pain had started.

"You felt it too," Splinter commented, "I think that we should be prepared."

"Do you think that someone's hurt?" she asked.

"With a pain like that, I feel obligated to be ready," he pushed himself up and started to get some herbs and anything else he thought would be useful. Delaney quickly followed him and got a bed ready for whoever may need it. But in a way she already knew who it was.

Another twenty minutes passed by until the girls heard the manhole cover open and some of the turtles climb down the ladder. Delaney rushed out to the front room and saw three of the turtles and a man she never saw before carrying the other turtle. She tried to figure out which one it was until she saw the outline of a chain around the injured turtle's neck.

"Mikey…" she breathed and got out of the way as the turtles carried their brother into the room that Splinter and Delaney set up for him. She knew it would be better if she stayed out of the way and let the others do their job. She knew nothing of medical skill, of the anatomy of a human yeah, but medically she had no skill. Callista walked past her and gave her a small smile.

"I'll see if can do anything," she walked to the room and offered her services.

Eros came up behind Delaney and put a hand on her shoulder, "It's going to be okay."

The man who helped carry Michelangelo in wiped some sweat from his head and nearly collapsed on one of the extra chairs. The other three girls looked at him with a question mark on their face. He looked up at them noticing their expressions and smiled.

"I'm Casey Jones," he said in a deep voice and took the golf bag full of different sport related gear and set it on the floor, "I'm a friend. You must be the girls that they talk about. Which one of you is Delaney?"

"I am," she said softly throwing a glance at the door.

"You're lucky, you know that?" he took out a baseball bat and began to clean off what looked like blood.

"Why?"

"'Cause Mikey jus' proved that he'd do anythin' for you," he spun the bat to its other side, "He really cares you know that?"

"Yeah, I know," Delaney looked down on her wrist and ran her finger over a few of the turtles on her bracelet.