Disclaimer: We still don't own the TMNT please don't sue
A/N: Another update can you believe it? A big thanks goes out to leo oneal and of course Kristy for helping me overcome my writer's block in this chapter
Kristy: Yeah that's right! You all must BOW TO ME!
Ninja: -hits Kristy with a frying pan- WHAM!
Cara opened and closed her hand, just getting the feeling back in her fingers. "That stupid turtle wrapped this useless arm up too tight! The stupid fox-girl probably tripped on her own tail…" She thought to herself.
Cara glared at her tingling fingers. Quietly she got up and slipped out of the purple clad turtle's bedroom. Once out she stood there motionless, she hadn't thought of what to do once out. "My weapons, they come first…" She mumbled under her breath. Her ice blue eyes surveyed the large area; undecided on where to start first. Cara spotted the beat up sofa; carefully she picked her way over to it and studied it as if it were from a completely different world. She wrinkled her nose with disgust as she tossed one of the cushions aside to find a variety of very old and very moldy food.
"Nothing…" She breathed.
"What do ya think yer lookin' fer missy?"
Cara jumped at the sudden voice that had interrupted her search. "What's it to you?" She returned with sarcasm.
The voice had come from the red-banded turtle known as Raphael, he glared back at her. "Don't make me break yer other arm…" He threatened.
Cara raised her cold eyes to meet his, "Try me." She replied coolly.
Raphael fumed, this girl was getting on his nerves, and it was proving more difficult to hide his dislike of her. He cracked his knuckles and smirked, "Oh believe me, I will…"
Cara fixed him with her icy gaze once more, remaining unmoved at his attempt to frighten her. "Is that supposed to scare me?" Mock curiosity written all over her face.
Raph reached for his three pronged weapon and flung it in Cara's direction. She stood there maintaining a calm expression, although it frightened her to the very core as the weapon flew past her. She could feel the breath of air against her cheek as it narrowly missed her and stuck in the wall with a thump. Cara turned to look at it; from her training in weaponry she recognized it as a Sai or Corn planter.
Raphael growled with pure hatred towards her, "That was just a warnin' to ya…"
Cara pursed her lips and quirked an eyebrow, "I see we've got a hothead in the family…"
That was the last straw; Raph withdrew his other Sai and lunged at Cara. Cara clearly could've seen the move miles away and easily sidestepped out of his way. His acceleration was greater than he had intended and as his attempts to slow it proved futile, he tripped over the "well-placed" coffee table and landed mere inches from the multiple television set. He groaned and struggled to his feet; brushing himself off, he turned back to his opponent. Cara gave him a challenging look as if daring him to try that again. That expression was proving quite annoying in Raph's view and he wanted more than anything to wipe that sneer off her pretty little face. He lunged once more but with not so much momentum this time, and threw a punch. Cara brought up her dominant arm to block it but only moments after realized the futility of the move. Raph's knuckles cracked into the cast of Cara's broken arm. She gave a feeble cry of pain as her knees buckled beneath her weight and gave in. The girl fell to the ground with a gasp and winced at the growing pain.
Raphael glanced around hoping his younger brother, Donatello, hadn't seen the incident. Breathing a sigh of relief at his stroke of good luck for a change, he quickly and quietly crept to his room, leaving the helpless Cara on the ground.
Cara bit her lip to keep from crying out, as the pain increased. Involuntary tears streamed down her cheeks and splashed on the cold stone floor in front of her. The corners of her vision were darkening at an alarming rate. "Not again…" She thought to herself before she fell fully into darkness, her mind knowing no more.
Mikey walked into the living room munching on a bag of chips before he noticed Cara motionless on the ground. He swallowed and dropped his chips staring in shock at the sight. "Don…" His voice sounded feeble and weak. He cleared his throat and called out louder this time, "Donnie!"
Donatello looked at his bedroom door and heard his younger brother calling him sounding almost distressed from the tone. He turned back to Kristy who had a curious expression on her face as well, "Hang on I'll be right back." Don stood and quickly stole out of his room to find Mikey looking at him with wide eyes. Don gave him a scrutinizing look until he noticed Mikey's eyes were not focused on him but instead on Cara's form looking lifeless on the floor. He gasped and sprinted to where she lay.
"Is she…dead?" Mikey almost whispered looking at Don.
Don breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, "She is just unconscious; do you have any idea why?" He inquired of his younger brother.
Mikey shook his head, "I just walked in here and there she was."
Don could here the visible relief in his voice and he smiled, "Don't worry Mikey, she'll be okay. We should probably take her to your room."
"I'll carry her!" Mikey instantly volunteered and was next to Don almost immediately, tenderly he picked Cara up as if the slightest movement would shatter every bone in her body. She looked very small, almost childlike in Mikey's arms. Don couldn't help but smile at his brother's willingness to help. Slowly but carefully they picked their way to Michelangelo's room and laid her on the cushioned mattress. A curtain of her silky brown hair slid over her face hiding her expression. Mikey carefully brushed it aside and tucked it gingerly behind her ear to show her facial expression filled with anguish. "She looks like she's in a lot of pain!" Mikey cried out with aggravation turning to Don for help.
Don studied her carefully before gingerly placing his fingers on the cast. Unconsciously Cara cried out with pain. Don immediately removed his fingers and furrowed his brow with confusion.
Mikey winced at Cara's sudden cry of pain. He fixed his gaze on Donatello and waited for one of his explanations.
Don shook his head, "Something's happened to her arm, I don't know how she could've managed that…are you sure you don't know what happened?" Don once again turned to Mikey.
Mikey shrugged again, "I thought I heard Raph talkin' to her but I dunno…"
Don snapped his fingers, "That's it, moving to suspect two, go ahead to Raph's room and I'll be there in a second, I've gotta look at her arm." Don ushered Mikey out of the room, which was quite difficult as Mikey wanted to stay with Cara. After Mikey had finally left, Don removed the cast and looked at Cara's arm, it had swollen to twice its normal size and a pale purple bruise was already forming.
Mikey poked his head into Raph's room to find his red clad brother flipping through a "not-so-nice" magazine. Raph looked up at the sound of Mikey clearing his throat. Quickly he tossed the magazine aside blushing slightly. Mikey rolled his eyes and kept the remark on the tip of his tongue.
Raph glared at Mikey's silly grin, "What do you want?"
Mikey's expression turned serious, "Umm do you have any idea what happened to Cara?"
Raph faltered a moment, "Cara? Oh the girl? I've been in here the whole time." The red banded brother attempted an innocent smile.
Mikey bit back the laughter that crept to his lips. Raph was no good at the 'innocent smile' that he had mastered. Raph raised an eye ridge, "You don't believe me? I can't believe it! My own brotha' doesn't believe me!" His tone was overly dramatic in the accusation.
Mikey's eyes widened in surprise, "What? I didn't say anything!" Mikey stammered, afraid of the outburst to come.
Raph's eyes narrowed with challenge, "I didn't do anythang!"
Mikey glared, his face flushing in anger. "That's not true! I heard you talkin' to her earlier!" Mikey clenched his fists, wanting to strike his brother more than ever.
Raph laughed at Mikey's feebleness, "You ain't gonna hit me! Yer too scared to." Raph grinned, sarcasm oozing from every word he uttered. "So, doesn't mean I did anythang to her, it was her fault." He immediately regretted his last remark; he had just blown his cover.
Leo burst through the door, "What's all the commotion about?" He scrutinized his two younger brothers, "Well?"
Both Raph and Mikey fell into abrupt silence. Don came in after Leo and looked at Mikey and Raph in surprise.
Raph was first to recover, "What are ya all doin' in my room?" He bellowed.
Mikey glared, "He did it! He told me so!"
Leo looked at Mikey then back to his other two brothers, "What is he talking about? Is it another one of those pointless fights you get yourself into Michelangelo?"
Mikey gave an injured expression, "No!"
"What's going on?" Kristy's voice could be heard from the lower levels of the lair.
"Alright! I did it, is that good enough for ya? Will ya all leave me alone now?" He gave his brothers a challenging look. "Somethang's wrong guys, I don't trust her! One of these days we'll wake up to find any one of us in a puddle of our own blood!"
Don gave Leo a pleading look. Leo nodded to the two youngest brothers. Don pushed Mikey out and followed, shutting the door behind them. "Don't worry Mikey, she's stable now you may go see her. I have to go explain what happened to Kristy." Mikey nodded and headed for his bedroom while Don headed for his own.
As Donatello entered his bedroom he found Kristy struggling to stand, "Kristy! Lie back down, you can't injure yourself further."
Kristy cast Don and injured look and leaned back, clearly pouting. "What's going on?"
Don sighed and passed his hand over his face in exasperation, "Nothing, just brotherly love…" He sighed and seated himself at the computer.
Kristy studied him suspiciously but shrugged it off and watched Don at work.
Back in Mikey's room he jumped on his bed and looked at Cara to make sure he hadn't woken her with the creaking of his mattress. She still lay as still as ever and just as pale. He glared and shook his head; sometimes his brother was a little too rough. Stiffly he pulled out one of his favorite Silver Sentry comics and flipped through the pages that had seen his face so many times.
Cara slowly came back to consciousness feeling an uncomfortable throbbing in the back of her head. Hesitantly she opened her eyes to squeeze them shut again, the blinding light causing her headache to increase in pain. After her head had eased to a bearable amount of pain she opened her eyes once more, her eyes adjusted slowly and painfully to the blaring light overhead. She breathed a sigh of relief as the pain in her head ebbed away. The sound of pages rustling brought her attention to the orange clad turtle that lay on the bed flipping through what looked to be a comic book. A furry little creature jumped on Cara's stomach knocking the breath out of her and causing a scream to escape her lips. The little creature sat on its haunches and wrapped its tail around its paws. "Meow?"
Mikey sat up at the sound of Cara's scream to find his pet cat, Klunk sitting on the girl's stomach. He laughed, "Sorry, did Klunk scare ya?"
Cara rolled her eyes and scratched the kitten's chin and smiled affectionately as Klunk began to purr.
"How's yer arm?" Mikey inquired; interrupting Cara's thoughts.
She looked at him suspiciously to find no trace of hatred towards her, "Fine I guess, it hurts but I can bear it…" Cara tucked a stray stand of hair behind her pointed ear and pursed her lips thoughtfully. The orange clad turtle's presence was making her feel far from comfortable. She had to find some way to look for her weapons when not under a watchful eye.
Don knocked lightly on Mikey's door, "Can I come in?"
Mikey looked up from his comic book, "Come on in bro!" He called.
Don opened the door slightly and poked his head in, "Oh! She's awake. Good. How do you feel?" Don inquired of Cara.
Cara fixed her icy gaze on Don and glared, "Why do you care? You're keeping me down here like a prisoner!" She replied defiantly.
Don was taken aback by her hostility, "Um…" He stammered unsure of how to respond.
"We're not keeping you prisoner and he's worried about you." Mikey defended.
Cara whipped around staring directly into Michelangelo's eyes. The turtle shrank back hesitantly, "If it's only a broken arm then why are you keeping me here?"
Mikey looked at Don hoping he had a good excuse for this one. Don fidgeted nervously under his brother's gaze.
"You don't have an excuse; I'm not staying here any longer!" Cara stood up wincing slightly in pain and stormed out of Mikey's room.
Whilst all this went on, Kristy perked up her ears at the sound of the girl yelling followed shortly after by a door slamming. The vixen's frown turned upward instantaneously, "She's leaving! Now Don won't attend to her every need." She thought to herself. Her excitement gave way to anger when she heard Donatello's frantic attempts to call her back. "What does he care? She's obviously a threat to their family." Kristy mumbled aloud. Kristy listened to Don's desperate hollering at Cara the more agitated she became, "I need to know what's going on out there! I can't take it any more!"
Kristy looked through the slightly opened door of Don's room and saw Mikey as he was passing by. "Mikey!" She yelled.
Poking his head insider her room with a worried expression on his face, "What do ya need Kristy?" Mikey asked.
"I'm just curious about why Don is yelling at that girl?" She asked with a hint of jealousy discernable in her voice.
"Oh…that," Mikey frowned. "Cara wants to leave because she thinks we're keeping her hostage or somethin' but Don doesn't want her to go yet 'cause he feels like she needs to tell us somethin'." He shrugged, clearly just as puzzled as Kristy.
"You really like her, don't you Mikey?" Observed Kristy, troubled at the thought of someone as sweet as Mikey liking someone like her.
Michelangelo paused and fidgeted nervously and blushed visibly.
Casting a glance toward the door Mikey turned back to Kristy, "I hate to cut this short Kristy but I need to go help Don with Cara. I'll talk to ya later though; it's no fun stayin' in bed all day!"
"Okay Mikey. Be careful about Cara, I'm warning you." Kristy teased.
Giving her a mystified look, Mikey turned and headed towards the lair entrance to help his purple banded brother.
Laying her head back down on the pillow, Kristy grumbled as she stared at the ceiling, "Now there goes all my chances of spending some private time with Don!" She hissed, "And it's all because of that witch!"
Cara stood at the doorway apparently trying to figure out how to get out. She jumped when a large three fingered hand caught hers. She turned to face the orange masked turtle.
Mikey gazed into the shards of ice captured in the chilling orbs of her eyes. A shiver ran down his spine, her eyes were truly captivating. He looked down in embarrassment, "Cara…" He said softly.
Cara's glare melted under those warm chocolate eyes, which didn't go unnoticed by the turtle in orange, "Please don't leave." He pleaded.
It was then when Cara realized that this turtle liked her. That thought was unsettling, she had never had time for boys before and didn't intend to anytime soon. All of her instincts told her to tell this guy/turtle to back off and continue on her way, but something in the back of her mind told her to stay.
Her shoulders slumped in defeat, "Alright, I'll stay."
She hid the smile that crept across her lips at the expression Mikey couldn't hold back. Mikey nodded to an awe-struck purple banded turtle and escorted Cara to the couch.
"This is the beginning…no matter how strange it is." Cara's thoughts echoed through her mind.
A/N: Well this took forever…again please R and R! We really need input