A/N: Hey guys, E.T. here. This chapter is mine to work on! MUHAHAHAHAHA I shall now attempt to turn your minds to mush with the goodness that is Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

Leonardo: Should I be flattered or frightened?

Donatello: I'm not sure; I'm feeling a little bit of both.

Rafael: Kinda...psycho obsessed, you know? Like Mikey and his comic books.

Michelangelo: Ye- HEEEEEEEY!

E.T.: Guys, shhhh let me write!

Emerald Linx: Well, yeah, I am just the editor for this little chapter. So, technically there should be no errors with my hawk eyes to detail. Of course, Mikey could do some sudden, accidental sabotage when going on a sortie with his toy planes and thus falling on top of ET's keyboard.

Mikey: Hey! It's not a "toy plane." It's an F-14 one of a kind model! –Sticks out tongue-

ET: Don't stick out that tongue unless you intend to use it. Now then, can we carry on with the chapter already?

E. Linx & Mikey: Fine, fine.


Chapter 2: Meeting the Family

The girl gawked at the four turtles standing in front of her. They were all twirling different looking weapons that definitely looked like they could poke someone's eye out as well as carve them like a turkey. Standing next to Casey, they were ready to fight the big hulking mass along with his endless army of ninjas.

With a start, she realized she recognized the green creatures from the vision she encountered earlier when Casey grabbed her hand. Heart pounding, she attempted to escape the memory of her hallucination with little success. But returning to her senses, she gathered that these… things… could also talk.

Wait, talk? She was out of her mind.

"So Casey, what's up with the clowns?" said the one with a red face mask, laid upon his turquoise green skin.

"I dunno. They just showed up. Must of heard about the rock and roll band." Casey said, tapping one cricket bat on his foot, while twirling the other with his right hand.

"Well then, since they came all this way, let's play them a tune!" chirped the creature with an orange face mask and began whirling two round pairs of wood connected by a chain around his half-shell.

"This one's called 'Black and Blue,'" added the faded sap green turtle with the purple mask and long staff.

"Let's dance." A blue face mask… and two swords: katana blades, to be more precise, she thought. At this one's words, they all leaped to separate areas of the small clearing, created around the turtles by the fleet of ninjas. Hun ran forward and was met by two of the four turtles, only to be knocked back into the melay of black uniforms.

As she watched in amazement, the four turtles' movements became that of something like fluid steel: strong, unbreakable, and yet so flexible, so loose, so in control. They became liquid metal before her eyes. Fascinated by this, the tattered girl failed to spot the figure behind her until a bag was over her head and a rope around it tied tight.

As the world went dark, the girl felt her last glove snatched off and her hands wrenched back behind her. She struggled but her weak limbs were no match to the brute strength of the ninja. Two gloved hands wrapped a rough coarse rope around her wrists and elbows. Panic intoxicated her as she attempted to lash out, kick, and struggle, yet all to no avail. She was in the ninja's grasp and there was no escape for her until....

Suddenly, he was gone. No one stood behind her anymore, and she fell backwards, having previously leaned up against the now non-existent ninja.

All she could hear was the sound of fighting and shouting. The concrete ground was cold to the touch and made her skin shudder. However, despite the anxiety brewing within her, the girl remained still and taciturn. She rubbed her sore wrists together in an attempt to free her hands, but stopped when the throbbing in her palm started again. Surging through her veins, the pain augmented her panic and desire of escaping her roped incarceration.

Then there was a loud thump, and all went quiet.

"You ok, kid?" It was Casey. She could tell it was him by the sound of his voice. "At least give me some sort of a yes or a no."

"I...I'm ok." She mumbled beneath the cloth barrier, and could feel someone untie the knot from around her elbows and wrist. Her arms began to sting in pain as one of her new allies tugged upon her ropes, then relaxed a little as they fell away. But when there was a pulling at the rope around her neck, the tightness of the rope did not lessen.

"No dice, Case," commented the red sash turtle; she could remember his voice, deep and strangely alluring.

"Looks like we'll have to cut this with a smaller knife if we don't want to cut her, too. It's too tight," added a voice, higher pitched with a sense of calmness. She figured this turtle was either the one with the purple sash or the blue sash.

"Eww, look at her hands already. I don't want you guys covered in blood. You might get some on me!" The orange sash, she figured. His playful voice was definitely memorable. He must be the youngest of all of them.

"Alright... you wanna help her into the truck before these goons wake up?" Casey began. She was beginning to trust him, and thus liked him above all her other new allies. "We'll drive to my place; I got some smaller knives there. Once that's done maybe she'll talk. I still don't know what they're after her for."

Two cold, three fingered hands took her by the elbows while two more pulled her up by her hands. As they pulled her up, her palms began to burn, with sweat dripping. Her dark, cloth-encased world was illuminated by a bright light as scenes and scenarios filled her head.

It was similar to that which transpired with Casey, but this time... it was overwhelming ...double the images...so many sounds... and above all of them hung a despair, a cold despair... and what seemed like an end...the pain of loosing someone dear...someone who should have stayed for so much longer. The feeling continued growing stronger, stronger, and stronger with a sense of acute sharpness that stung, until it all vanished with her consciousness.

Casey saw the girl faint, falling limp in Leonardo's and Donatello's green, cold arms. She just passed out without warning. This proved to Casey that she needed more care than a bag off her head. She needed somewhere to rest, and his pad was definitely not the place. Especially since the Foot was pursuing her, and they would not stop until they captured her. It looked like there was only one place to go: the turtles' home deep within the sewers, the lair. He looked at Raphael as the girl was laid gently inside the back of the Battle Shell, their huge gadget-laden gas guzzler.

Her face was pale with sweat, concerning the turtles and especially Casey.

"Looks like she's crashin' at your place, guys," he nonchalantly murmured, knowing one of his friends would not be open to such a suggestion.

Leo's eyes bulged behind his blue face mask, crossing his arms. "NO WAY, Casey!" He gasped with an edge of tension. "We're not allowed to bring anyone down to the lair, especially someone we barely know and who is somehow involved with The Foot. Master Splinter would be furious!"

Raphael, always the first to question his brother's authority, tightened his red mask and leaned against the edge of the car. "Oh, come on Leo. She can't stay at Casey's place. That'd be as good as killin' her, whether or not the Foot could find her." He flashed Casey a grin, who made a note to punch his turtle friend later.

"He's right, Leo." Donatello replied attempting to act as the 'peace-maker' between Leonardo and Raphael (as always). He returned from his inspection of the girl's clothes for some sort of tracking device (staying out of the underclothes area, of course). "We can't leave her out here, the Foot would find her, and we don't know if she's a vital part in some plan to take us out or not."

"Yeeea, see. Can't be to careful mnnyea, mmnyea," Mikey said, flipping the back of his orange mask out of his face, from the top of the truck in his best Edward G. Robinson voice.

Leo sighed and dropped his arms to his sides. "Alright fine, but we have someone watching her at ALL TIMES. We don't know what she can do. Don, put a tracker in her pocket just in case she gets past us." He looked over at Raphael, who had jumped at the idea of a 'watch'. "Let me guess. YOU want first watch?"

Raphael grinned then took out both Tsai's and twirled them three times between his fingers before he caught them and made a salute. "You know me."

Master Splinter was NOT going to be happy about this.


The girl gently crept back into her body, embracing consciousness. She was met with a throbbing headache, aching palms, and the feeling of lying on something soft. Where was she? All she could remember was a white hockey mask... a big truck…and despair, lots of despair. The girl slowly opened her eyes as to avoid the sudden onslaught of bright white lights surrounding her. Focusing her eyes, she sensed a huge green face inches from her own, breathing on her. Not knowing what it was and ignoring the now doubled headache which she provoked, she screamed as loud as she could.

"AAAAAAAH!" The face fell back against the wall, clutching at its chest. It was one of the turtles, the one with the orange sash. The youngest, it seemed.

Panting he responded, "Don't do that! Givin' me a heart attack; why don't ya!" He shook his head as he walked toward her. She pushed herself even further against the back wall behind her in an attempt to keep a safe distance between them. His breath was bad enough, why be close to his green, creepy skin?

Footsteps sounded from the outside hallway and soon the turtle with the red sash ran in.

"Mikey, what did you do to her?" He said, putting his fists on his hips.

"I was just watching her, honest!" There was definitely a whine in his voice, the girl noted.

"Oh yeah? I don't recall her being plastered to the wall the last time I was in here." This was the one with the staff, the purple one. He walked in, followed by the last turtle, Casey, and what appeared to be a large rat wrapped in a bath robe. The rat walked forward.

"Michelangelo. How many times must I tell you not to frighten our company? She is not used to who we are. You should not rush things." He spoke in a very husky voice with a trace of a Japanese accent, as he shook his head at the naïve turtle. He motioned to the blue ninja, who stepped forward and offered a cup of steaming tea to her from a wooden tray. "Drink this, my dear. It will calm your nerves."

The girl slowly reached forward, but first noticed that her hands had been bandaged, unable to observe the terrible scrapes on her palms. This sent a shock through her body. Her mind focused on one thing that she needed and that she needed now. She ignored the pain in her head as she jumped up on her bed, looking at her hands.

"Where are my gloves? WHERE are my GLOVES?! I need them now! I need them NOW!" She had to have them, she couldn't think of doing anything without them. She looked around her frantically. Where were they? Where had they gone? Lost out there, out there in the park. Panting erratically, she shrieked, "I have to go find my gloves!"

"Whoa, whoa, kid, you're not going anywhere just yet. You need to rest; you've had a big night." Casey pushed down on her shoulders so that she was sitting again.

"But, my GLOVES-" she struggled to stand up as the four turtles gawked in surprise. What a nut job, Mikey thought. However, the girl could not say the rest of her sentence, as the rat shoved tea down her mouth. Gulping it down in order to breath, the tormented girl coughed relentlessly only to feel sudden warmth. Her body relaxed and her mind let go of her need.

The gloves could wait...they could wait.

"Now then, my dear, have you calmed down?" The rat looked at her with actual concern.

"I....uh ...yea. I have." She replied, finding her voice no longer raspy, despite a feeling that her throat was torn to pieces. "Um...Who...are, uh are you? I mean, I know that you're four, five foot three inch tall turtles and a rat, but I don't know...who."

The rat nodded, pretending to understand her confusion as a state of procedure. "My name is Splinter, and these are my sons."

"Heh sons? Last time I checked… rats didn't have turtles."

Mikey merely laughed… at least she thought the orange sash turtle was named Mikey; it was hard to concentrate with her surprise.

The one with the blue sash and katana blades stepped forward and bowed. "Leonardo." His voice gave off an air of confidence. He was someone who gave orders and followed the will of his superiors to a T.

Purple sash and staff: "Donatello." He gave her a small smile of encouragement. This one was shy, used to being semi-alone except for his brothers and Splinter, she figured.

The orange sash and twirling wood chain things: "I'm Mikey!" He grinned and winked at her. Impudent, obnoxious. Definitely the youngest. The girl suppressed a smile.

The red sash and small long hilted daggers: "Raphael." He twirled his blade and stuck it in his belt with perfect timing, a sly grin happening over his features. She couldn't read this one as easily as the others. It would be interesting to figure him out.

"Now then, my dear, what is your name?" Splinter knelt on a chair that had been brought for him by the turtles so that he was eye level with her. She looked down.

"I...I...I'm sorry, sir, it's kind of embarrassing but...I don't know." She looked up by way of apology to see them all exchange looks. "I don't really remember much before I woke up with that scary guy with the glasses in the strange wheelchair sitting, and then jumping off of that really cold metal table only to bump into this creepy green test tube thing…and then running through lots of Shad- Ninjas. Oh, and then there was that really big guy who threw a tree at me, and then I met Ca-"

"Stockman," said Raphael, throwing his Tsai into the opposite wall with a loud thunk. "I bet that's who she means by the guy in the chair."

"I have no doubt that you are right, my son," said Splinter. "But whatever the case, this leaves her without a name and a home."

"AWESOME! That means she can stay with us, right?" Mikey jumped up from his sitting position on the floor. "We get to have a human GIRL stay here? Please, sensei, please... please, please pleaaaaaaaaaase?" The rest of the turtles in the room seemed to straighten a little at the idea, a ghost of a smile on all their faces. The girl suppressed a small twinge of anger.

What was she, a pet to be handed around?

"Yes, my son. And as for a name, I wish to follow my earlier choice pattern. Leonardo." His son stepped forward. "Please bring me the old renaissance book in our library." Leonardo left and returned quickly. Master Splinter opened the aged book to a marked page and scanned the page before he stopped, smiled, and nodded. He looked up at her. "For the time being we shall call you Anguissolah, until we find out more of your past, including your true name. Do you like it?"

Anguissolah tested the feel of her new name on her tongue, and then gave a small smile. "Sounds nice. I like it, thank you," she politely responded, trying not to say the wrong words.

"AWESOMELY RADICAL DUDE!!" Mikey pumped his fist in the air.

Raphael snorted. "Keep talkin' like that and she might pass out again." He looked at Anguissolah, shaking his head. "First rule of the lair, ignore Mikey. Your life'll be a whole lot easier."

"Yea, Mikey's always annoying. It's his secret mutant power." Donatello added, getting a giggle to escape from her mouth.

"Come on Angy! Let me show you around!" Mikey jumped forward and pulled her up by the elbow, pushing her out into the hall. He was soon followed by his brothers.

"Come back here, shell-for-brains!"

"We can't leave her to you, you'll break her!"

"No I won't!"

The girl- Angy, she remembered now- smiled at the kindness of her new acquaintances in spite of the night she had experienced. Her gloves could definitely wait.

Casey looked sideways at Master Splinter as he watched Angy and the boys run out into the hall.

"You ain't gonna ask her about her night? Like why she "has to find" those gloves of hers?"

Master Splinter slowly stood, turning to face the exit of the room. "She has had a trying night. I sense much unrest in her. Something more has happened to her then what we have seen. We will allow her to rest before we begin to interrogate her further." His eyes narrowed as he watched his sons leading Anguissolah around, from room to room. "I shall be very interested to see what is hidden inside her mind."

Casey shivered. Whenever Master Splinter said something like that, there was definitely something a foot. Pun intended.


A/N: FYI, when it says Angy…it is pronounced: An-ji. Yeah. Hope that makes sense. Also, for further info, much of the dialogue is from the TV series. So yeah, don't sue us; we're merely screamish TMNT fan girls.

ET: You'll see a whole lot more if I have any say in it.

Mikey: Great. I am getting my lawyer!

Raph: No, no… I think some harsh negotiating will do the job. –Cracks knuckles-

E. Linx: If I weren't a total fan girl, then I might actually be afraid.

ET: Ooh, I'm first in line for Raphael's "punishments"!

Raph: Uh, never mind.

E. Linx: -cries-