Disclaimer: As you can see, I've take a song that isn't mine and changed a word in it. Silly little pun, isn't it?


He's Not Heavy He's My Owner

The stars began to come out in the night sky while a cool breeze blew across the faces of two shadowed figures on the top of a water tower. One stood in a heroic pose at the very top and the other squatted next to him, leaning on a staff. The squatter heaved an embarrassing sigh. "I can't believe you talked me into this Mikey." On his head was a light gray fedora with a black band and the sides of his open trench coat waved with the wind.

"You didn't have to come you know Donny." The poser replied irritably, his red cape waved in the wind. "And the name is Turtle Titan." A black circle with the letters 'TT' held the ends of his cape, an orange cowl covered the top half of his head, a small turtle shell looking shield was on his right arm, and he wore leather calf-high boots.

"Turtle Titan." Donatello made a raspberry sound.

"You're just mad cause you're the sidekick." Michelangelo mocked.

Donatello shot up from his squatting position. "Well I don't see why I have to go around being called Shellock, but you don't go around being called Shellington."

"No superhero would be caught dead with the name Shellington. Besides, everyone already knows me as Turtle Titan. It's all elementary."

"You are elementary."

"Why don't you just go home?"

Donatello jumped down from the water tower. "Alright, I will." He started to walk away.

"Good, cause that will make things a whole lot easier for me." Michelangelo yelled to the back shell of his brother. "Now I can just walk into the center of the Purple Dragon hideout and demand the information I need."

Donatello stopped and spun around. "Even you are not that stupid." He countered as he looked up at the ridiculously dressed brother of his.

Michelangelo put his hands behind his back and rocked on his feet. "Maybe I will and maybe I won't." He sang.

Donatello looked shocked. "If you do, I'll tell Master Splinter and the others."

Michelangelo stopped rocking in order to squat down, his elbows rested on his knees. "Sure you will dude." He laughed.

Donatello glared up at his brother. "And just what is that suppose to mean?"

"If you were really going to tell anyone, you would have done it the minute we found out anything." Michelangelo answered. "That way you would have help stopping me from going in the first place." He jumped down in front of his brother, folds his arms in front of his chest, and cocks his head to one side. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

Donatello chewed on his lower lip and with the hand that wasn't holding his staff, starts to mess around with a belt end on his trench coat before giving an answer. "Cause I'd lose your trust if I did." He stopped messing with the belt in order to place a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I know how you operate Mikey. Once you have your mind on something, there no stopping you. One way or another, you're going to sneak out of the house to look for this guy and probably get yourself kill in the process." Don looked at Mike with caring eyes. "So the only way to make sure you stay out of trouble is to go with you, but I can't do that if you don't trust me."

"Aw. My big brwother is worried about wittle old me." Michelangelo teased in a mock baby voice.

Donatello pulled his hand back with a nauseating look on his face. "Boy do you know how to ruin a brotherly moment." He snorted before he flicked Mike in the forehead. With the use of his Bo staff, Don pole-vaulted onto the next building. "Let's get a move on Mikey." He called back after he landed on the roof.

"I told you," Michelangelo yells while jumping after his brother, "the name is Turtle Titan!"

Sometime Later

The two turtles had found a group of ten Purple Dragon members and after a good fight, three were left to question. "Alright punk, we want answers." Michelangelo said as he slammed one up against a brick wall. The PD's head was shaved clean save for some dark purple hair that came from the middle of his head and was combed over like long bangs. "Tell me if you seen this guy before." Mike shoved a printed mug shot of twenty-five year old Jeffery in the guy's face. "Come on tell me what I want to know."

"Give the guy time to answer…" Donatello told Mike before adding with some reluctance, "Turtle Titan." He held the other two PDs under each of his arms in a headlock. The one under his left arm had a light purple Mohawk and the one under his right arm had long blonde hair with purple streaks.

"Fine." Michelangelo grudgingly replied as he pulled the mug shot from the guy's face. "So do you know the guy?"

"Up yours, you costumed freak." The PD spat.

Michelangelo tucked the picture into his belt. "I'm sorry," he flicked the guy's nose, "I didn't quite hear you." Grabbed the nose between his middle finger and thumb. "Did you just say you weren't going to help us?" Twists it. "Or did you say you were?" And then lifts it into the air.

"Cut it out." The interrogatee yelled as he tried to pull his nose free. "Nook, I don't no da kid. Alright? I'm new to the groop. Honest."

Miffed that the guy knew nothing, Michelangelo lets go of his nose and throws him into a nearby dumpster. "Make yourself comfortable dude." He said as he latched the hood.

Donatello tightened his arms around the two PDs he had. "Well what about you guys?" Both put their hands up to try and pull their heads free. "The guy's name is Jeffery and he's twenty-six years old." He told them. "As far as we know, he used to run with you guys up until a year ago."

"Never heard of the guy." The Mohawk PD gasped.

"What's he look like?" The longhaired choked. "I mean you have a pic right? Show it to us." Mike shoved the mug shot into the guy's face. "Ok, ok. Blade and I know the kid, alright?" Don loosened his arm around the longhaired.

"What are you blabbing about Knives?" The Mohawk guy asked.

"Show the shot to him." Knives told Mike. Mike grabbed Blade by the collar and slams him against the wall before shoving the picture in his face. "You remember that kid now dontcha?"

"Yeah, yeah." Blade nodded. "He was known around as the Holey Pincushion."

"The what?" Donatello asked.

"Holey Pincushion." Blades replied. "See…he's called Holey cause of all them holes in his face, especially that one big ol' gash he had when he joined the group. Got that from the initiation."

"And he's called Pincushion cause he got about as many needle marks in him as…well…a pincushion." Knives added. "The kid was as high as a kite almost all the time, when he wasn't drunk or paranoid.

"But the guy had some kind of episode or something and skipped out of the gang." Blade informed them. "He hasn't been seen since."

"Is that's all you got?" Donatello asked and both PDs nodded. "Then I guess there is no more we need from you." He grabbed Knives's shirtfront while removing his arm from around the guy's neck and lifts him into the air. Mike unlatched the dumpster lid he had latched earlier so Don could dumped his guy in, then Mike tossed his in and re-latched the lid. After they alerted the police about the captured Purple Dragons, they returned to the rooftops.

"Now what Shellock?" Michelangelo asked. "Rehab centers?"

"I've checked all the rehab centers before we left. There hasn't been anyone fitting his description entered."

"But if he's out on the streets, that would make him homeless. How are we going to find him among the many that New York has?"

Donatello pushed the back of the fedora up so the front went over his eyes while he thought. "Hmmm…" Close to having a light bulb go on over his head, Don shoved the front of the fedora so it was back on top of his head again. "I got it. There's that new island out in the harbor for homeless people to go to live on now. You remember the place dontcha?"

"Yeah." Michelangelo nodded earnestly, but then stopped to shake it. "…uh…no."

Donatello rolled his eyes. "I should have known." He sighed. "It used to be run by the Garbage man. You know, the big slobbery dude who went out and kidnapped homeless so he could force them to work in his trash empire."

"Oh, yeah. But why would we going out there?"

"A lot of homeless have moved out to the island. There is a chance that someone might have some information on the whereabouts of Jeffery."

"Brilliant." Michelangelo cried. "Way to go Shellock." He whapped Don on the shell.

"It's nothing." Donatello shrugged. "But could we stop playing this game now?"

"But this isn't playing." Michelangelo whined. "We're superheroes. We're suppose to wear costumes to hide our secret identity and have superhero names and…"

"Alright, alright." Donatello threw his hands up. "Let's go get the Sewer Sub………Turtle Titan."

"Good idea Shellock." Michelangelo struck a heroic pose. "Back to the lair."

"Whatever…"

At Homeless Island

The Sewer Sub surfaced and parks at the docks of the island that sat out in the middle of the harbor bay. People gather around to see who was coming to either visit or invade their homes. All were relieve when the top of the sub open to reveal the heads of Don and Mike.

"Ah Donatello, Michelangelo. Welcome to our humble island." A large black man wearing an African hat, a dark brown coat, dark slacks, and a gray scarf came to greet the two young turtles with open arms.

Michelangelo jumped out of the sub first. "It's nice to see you too Professor." He greeted as he went over to the man. "But the name's not Michelangelo."

The elder man look confused. "I'm sorry?"

"Ignore him Professor." Donatello got out of the sub and joined the two. "It's just Mikey being Mikey."

Michelangelo ignored his brother's comment. "I'm Turtle Titan and Donnie is Shellock."

"I thought superheroes are not supposed to reveal their secret identity."

"Well it's kind of hard to keep a secret identity when someone goes around use someone else's real name."

"Boys, boys." Professor put his hands up to stop the two bickering turtles. "May I be so bold as to ask why you have come?"

"It's like this Professor, we're looking for a guy who either looks or use to look like this." Donatello handed the printed mug shot to the man. "His name is Jeffery and he's about twenty-six now."

"Allow me to take a look." Professor studied the picture closely. "I must say this young man does look familiar."

Michelangelo's face lit up. "Really!"

"Hm…" Professor rubbed his chin with his free hand as he continued to look at the picture. "A bit…yes. I've seen a man with a scar like this one." He pointed to the mark on Jeffery's cheek. "But his hair isn't as long nor does he have any piercings."

"Can we meet him?" Michelangelo asked eagerly.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea." Professor rubbed the back of his head nervously. "It seems the young man…has problems."

"What do you mean Professor?" Donatello asked.

"Ever since he came to this island, others have kept their distances from him." Professor explained. "He seems…unstable."

"Please Professor, just show him to us." Michelangelo pleaded.

"Ok." Professor nodded with a sigh. "He is in our infirmary." He led Don and Mike into the island.

"Wow..." The two turtles breathed as they look around.

The island didn't look like the dumping site it once was, but of course it didn't look like the ritziest place either. Homes and buildings were shabbily built from trash that was collected from the city.

"We work with what we can." Professor explained. "Our biggest business here is the dumping business we were once forced to run. The only difference now, besides doing it of our own free will, is that it's a legitimate business now. We tend to get a bit of money for recycling most of what we get, so it pays for food and any medical emergencies." They come to a building that looked like a free clinic. "At least three times a week we get some doctors and nurses who volunteer their time to give checkups and vaccines."

"Hello Professor." A young woman, sitting behind a scratched up desk, greeted as the small group as they enter the building; in her hands was a medical book.

"Good evening." Professor greeted back. "Another lucky break we've had is that sometimes books get dumped in with the trash." He explained to the turtles. "Some of the residences here are studying to do different jobs that will be needed to be done. Things such as medical care and mechanical maintenance."

"It's all so amazing what you all have managed to accomplish." Donatello chuckled.

"What are you going to do here today sir?" The young woman asked while she put her book down and stood up. "Going to give another lecture or have you come up with another theory to share."

"Today I wish to visit that newcomer who was admitted here." Professor told her. "My young friends here think they know who he might possibly be."

The woman put the tip of her index finger in her mouth and bites down on its nail. "Sorry Professor, but he isn't here anymore."

Professor raised an eyebrow. "Not here anymore." He said with surprise. "Do you know where he might have gone?"

The woman took her finger out of her mouth. "Central Park possibly." She said with a shrug of her shoulders. "When he ran out of here he was muttering something about not being able to score anything here, but he might be able to there."

"Score?" Professor had a confused look on his face when he looked at Don and Mike.

"Don't worry Professor, we know what it means." Donatello assured the elder man. "Thanks for your help."

"Yeah, thanks a lot Professor." Michelangelo exclaimed as he ran out of the infirmary to the Sewer Sub.

"Mikey, wait for me." Donatello cried while he chased after.

In Central Park

Donatello walked down one path in the park while Michelangelo walked another on the opposite side. "It's getting late Mikey." Don complained in to the microphone of his Shell Cell headphones. "Can we wrap this up and go home now? I mean, you couldn't really expect to find the guy in just one night."

"But we're so close." Michelangelo whined back through his headphones.

"Central Park is huge. We don't know where addicts go to get what they need."

"With the two of us working both side of the park, we should find something that would lead us somewhere."

"You are either way too optimistic or way to naïve. Bet you don't know which one I'm bending to."

"Alright, alright." Michelangelo sighed. "After we go through the park a couple dozen times we can call it a night."

"Mikey!" Donatello growled.

"Fine." Michelangelo snorted. "Five passes." Don let out a long groan. "Ok, three. But that's my final offer."

"You're not offering me anything." Donatello retorted. "You've conned me into this."

"Conned you nothing, I asked for your help. You didn't have to come out if yoooou…whoa!" There was a loud 'womp' as Michelangelo fell flat on his chest.

"Mikey!" Donatello called out anxiously. "Mikey, are you alright?"

"Yeah…oi." Michelangelo groaned. "I just tripped over something that stuck out onto the path." He got up on his feet and dusts himself off. "I'm going to check out what it was." With his foot like a detector to feel out what he tripped over, Mike traced his last few steps back and eventually his toes hit something. "I think it was a tree root, but it felt too squishy to be one." He crouched down to touch the object with his hands. "In fact…I think…no I'm sure of it, I found a leg."

"I hope it's attached to a body." Donatello replied.

"I hope so too. But I'm kind of afraid to found out." Michelangelo whimpered.

"Then I'll find out for myself." Donatello sighed as he came up behind Mike.

"Yikes!" Michelangelo shot straight up from his crouching position and nearly clipped Don in the chin with his head. He whipped around to look at his brother. "How did you get here so fast?"

"I know a couple short cuts." Donatello answered with a 'ho-hum' tone in his voice. He brought out a flashlight from one of his trench coat pockets and turns it on. "Let's see what we got here." Don followed the leg up until it hit a body; the head was under a bush so a face couldn't be seen. Whoever it was, they were dressed in torn clothes that were at least worn five time previously.

Michelangelo cowered a bit behind Don. "Is he dead?" He asked.

Donatello gave a small laugh. "I thought superheroes were suppose to be brave." He teased as he brought out his staff and poked the body, but nothing happened.

"Oh yeah? Well…I don't like dead things." Michelangelo answered angrily. "Ok?"

"Whatever." Donatello poked the body again. This time there was low, painful groan.

"Aaahhh!" Michelangelo jumped onto Don's back with fright.

"Will you get a hold of yourself?" Donatello huffed while he pried Mike of him. "Here, make yourself useful will ya?" He shoved the flashlight into Mike's hands so he could kneel down and put a hand on the body to check the person's breathing. "At least he isn't dead."

Michelangelo ran the flashlight up and down the body. "So what do we do now?" He asked.

"Whoever this guy is, he's in bad shape." Donatello observed. "The best we can do for him is to take him to the hospital." When he grabbed the guy's collar and lifted the upper body, the head comes out from under the bush to show uncombed light brown hair that was neck length and a medium length unkempt light brown beard.

"Holy shell…" Michelangelo gasped as he shines the light on the guy's face. "It's Jeffery."

"What!" Donatello looked at Mike with surprise. "Are you sure?" He asked suspiciously.

"Sure I'm sure." Michelangelo brought out the printed mug shot and kneels down. He held the picture up to the face so Don could see the similarities. "If we shave the beard, we can see the whole scar on his right cheek and then there is the shape of his face and the size of his nose." Mike started to shake one of Don's shoulders. "It's him I tell you, it's our owner."

"Ok, so we found him." Donatello said with indifference in his voice. "You happy now?"

"He looks horrible." Michelangelo helped Don pick the young man up off the ground. "We need to do something."

"We'll drop him off at the hospital on the way home." Donatello said as he slung Jeffery over his shoulder.

"We can't do that." Michelangelo exclaimed while he took Jeffery from Don.

Donatello was shocked. "Why not?" He asked as he tried to take the young man back from Mike.

"I dunno know. It just wouldn't seem right." Michelangelo answered while he pulled Jeffery back to him.

"So what are you suggesting we do with him." Donatello asked as he continued to play tug-of-war with Jeffery's body.

"Take him home with us." Michelangelo replied nonchalantly.

"What!" Donatello was so caught by surprise that he let go of Jeffery. Mike was sent flying back and fell back on his shell with the young man on top of him. "Are you crazy? Are you insane? What is wrong with you? Why in the world would we take him back with us?"

"Why not?" Michelangelo asked harmlessly. "He's our owner, we should talk care of him just like he took care of us."

Donatello smacked his forehead, nearly knocking his hat off. "I know I've said this before, but for shell sake I'll say it again. He's a Purple Dragon and there is no way we are ever going to have one in our home."

"He's a former Purple Dragon." Michelangelo claimed. "The guy left a year ago."

"Or they kicked him out." Donatello remarked

"Either way he's not one anymore, so then it must be safe to bring him home." Michelangelo got back up on his feet and tries to adjust Jeffery in his arms so he could carry him better.

"But…we know nothing about caring for a human." Donatello pointed out. "Especially one in his condition."

"So we'll just wing it." Michelangelo answered. "Whatever it is, it can't be too hard. And you got your computer so you could look up whatever we need."

"You have an answer for everything don't you?"

"Yup."

"There's no talking you out of this is there?"

"Nope."

Donatello dropped his head and slumped his shoulders as he heaved a big sigh.

"Look, you don't have to help me if you don't want to." Michelangelo told Don. "You've done enough already."

Donatello shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "I'm already in this deep, don't see why I should stop now. Let's go home and get him into bed." He took Jeffery off Mike's hands and helps put the young man on to his brother's shell in piggyback style. "But he's taking your bed."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Michelangelo adjusted Jeffery so that the young man was on his back comfortably enough for him to carry. While getting out of the park and half way home, (where Don whacked him on his head with his Bo staff to get him to stop) Mike sang 'He's not heavy, he's my brother' but exchanged brother for owner.


A/N: Long isn't it? I'm trying to get updates out at least once a week, but my next one might take awhile. Stuff is happening in my life, one is good :) and the other is sad (, but I'm sure you don't want in on my personal life so I'll leave things at that.
Thanks for reading and thanks for the reviews, until next time.