Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT, although I really wish I did. Maybe then I could have some fun.
God, my head feels like it got hit by a truck, rolled down the Rockies, and got trampled by cleat-wearing hikers. Where the hell am I? Did Frankie or Hardy find me? I mused, eyes closed listening for any sign of familiarity. I could smell something really good, hear something that sounded like cartoons faintly, and several strange chemicals hit my nose all at once.
"Who the hell keeps methylchlorodioxide in the open?" I murmured aloud. "Must be a damned idiot to do that."
"Not really, but I'm glad to hear you are awake." A new voice said. It sounded male, and infinitely gentle, yet authoritative. I opened my eyes. Everything was blurry, and the lights made me squint.
"So you're the geekazoid that keeps the Moxy out in open storage." I grumbled, wrinkling my nose. "Could you put a stopper in it or something? It stinks!"
The voice chuckled. "Amazing, not only do you know the formula name, you know the street name. Wow." I heard a squeaking as a stopper was twisted into place and the room began to immediately clear. I blinked a few times, the muzziness going away a little. The lights still hurt though. "Where am I?" I wondered aloud. My head hurt like a mothafucker, and I didn't recognize any smells or noises. "Who are you?" I tried sitting up, but fell back as a wave of blackness washed over me. "Shit, that hurts…"
"My name's Donatello, but you can call me Donnie." The voice said, amused. "That's quite a nasty bump you're gonna have later. You're lucky you don't have a concussion. Those guys weren't messing around- I think they hit you with a pipe." His voice dropped in pitch. "The one that got away took it with him."
Now I was confused. Who the hell is Donatello, where the hell am I and what the hell is he talking about? "I don't remember getting hit, I just remember waking up here… wherever here is." I said, concerned. "I was attacked? Aw shit, did they take my purse?"
"I'm afraid yes."
"Fuckin-a," I breathed, smacking a hand down on the bed I was on. At least I think it was a bed, it felt mattressy after all. "Well, there goes my contribution. Hardy's gonna be pissed about this."
"Who's Hardy?" Donnie asked. I could feel him examining a painful spot on my leg. I screeched when he poured hydrogen peroxide on the wound, sitting up abruptly, the sheet covering me slipping.
"Ah!" I cried, covering myself hastily. Blurriness gone, I was able to see my 'doctor' in the bright lights of the ward. "What the… I've never seen you before, are you new?" I queried, cocking my head. It was true- I'd never seen this guy before. We had a smattering of turtles, and I knew the majority of them by name or face, but this guy drew a blank.
He looked funny with that half-shocked half-'what the hell?' look on his face. "What are you talking about, 'new'?" He asked, the 'what-the-hell' look taking over. "We've always been here! I should be asking you that- and where did you come from?"
I gave him a fish-eye look. "Wait." I held up a hand, "You mean, you've been here in the good old NYC for your whole life?" he nodded. I pulled a face. "How the hell could I have never noticed you then! I know practically all the mutants in this town, how the hell could I miss you!" I picked at the blanket angrily. How could I have overlooked these guys? How could they have withstood Ana's psychic call?
Donnie looked confused, eyes curious behind that even curiouser purple mask he had on. "Wait…" He paused. "So you've been in NYC, and you say there's other mutants? Mutants like us?" he looked so hopeful, I felt a warm relief spread through me that I had good new for him.
"Well, yeah!" I said, smiling enthusiastically. "There're a lot of mutants. We keep to ourselves, heck, the majority of us still look human, with a few tweaks here and there. It's the poor 'lab-rats', as we call them, which have the hardest time. Poor guys had no place to go after TGRI disbanded. We pooled our money and purchased a couple of apartment complexes near each other and share tenancy. I live separately, though. I think Ana does too." I leaned back thinking. "We take in mutants without a home, or that have been injured and try to help them get back on their feet. So to speak" I joked, smiling wryly at Donnie, who still, after that whole rambling monologue still looked shocked. "Dude, what's wrong?" I asked, eyebrow raised. (Yeah, I have eyebrows, so sue me.)
"It's... it's just… oh my god…" Donnie stammered. Were… no way, his eyes were tearing up! I scooted forward ignoring the headache and drew his chin up with my fingers, looking him in the eyes. Oh man… don't tell me… "Donnie?" I asked gently, my empathetic senses kicking in. "Are you all alone?" He shook his head slightly, a lone tear spilling.
"No," he croaked softly. "I have three brothers, on patrol right now, and Master Splinter, our Sensei. We've lived here all our lives, thinking we were all alone…" I pulled him close as the tears started to flow, forgetting my nakedness and selfishness. Oh my god… these poor guys… living all alone, thinking they were the only ones of their kind. Oh man, I'm sorry I opened my big fat stupid mouth…I feel terrible. Although I really can't wait to meet the rest of them… I sighed, stroking his head as he whimpered. A short while later he collected himself.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." He muttered, wiping his eyes with his forearm. I smiled. "Donnie, if I were in your shoes, I'd probably cry too. Maybe more since I'm a weepy emotional girl." I joshed, trying to coax a smile. I wasn't disappointed as Donnie's lips curved upwards.
"I'm sure you want to meet the others, huh?" He asked, focusing his attentions back to the, oh shit that looks ugly, scrape on my lower left leg.
"Fuck yeah, I want to!" I exclaimed, tugging lightly on his bandanna tails. He grinned as he applied a large gauze pad to the scrape and secured it with an ace bandage. I looked around, still wrapped in the sheet.