Disclaimer: I do not own the TMNT, although I really wish I did. Maybe then I could have some fun.
"Quite a lab you've got here Donnie." I said, awed at the amount of… stuff that was packed so neatly into the Looks like a railcar! room. I looked at various liquids, laughed at a few, gave disbelieving looks at others. "Donnie, why do you have Nitrous here?" I asked, shooting him a fish-eye look. He shrugged.
"I was able to get my hand on it." I rolled my eyes.
"Kay, but I sure hope you know its effects." He laughed as I continued to poke around.
"You seem to be handy with chemicals miss…?" He trailed off and I giggled.
"Sorry, forgot to introduce myself," I spun around and bowed. "Mikaela Dorianne-Spade, at your service!" I raised myself up out of the bow and grinned. "But just call me Mikaela, for simplicities sake."
Don gave a hearty laugh, stood up, and reached around the bed for something. "Here are your clothes. I had them washed and dried, but some of the blood wouldn't come out, sorry." I took them gently and he gave me a sideways look. "I don't mean to pry, but why exactly do you need clothing? Besides camouflage gear. I understand the trench, but why the dress and… um…" he pointed to the lacy underwear I was holding. I pinked slightly.
"Um… I was human before my transformation, and um, retained some very human parts." I pinked further. "Hence why I'm all wrapped up in this sheet here."
"OH." Donnie looked embarrassed now. Something banged outside the railcar.
"What was that?"
"Probably my brothers." He seemed exasperated.
"Really? Can I meet them?" I asked, excited to meet new mutants. Okay, not-so-new mutants. Donnie raised his hands in front of his chest. "If you want to, just get dressed first." He said it in an 'it's-your-funeral-if-you-don't' kind of voice. I got worried. If his brothers were as leery as he was making them out to be, maybe a short'n'skimpy dress wasn't a good idea.
I looked down at the dress I had. "In this?" I crinkled my… nose. "Do you have anything else I could possibly fit into?"
Donnie tapped his finger to his chin. "I think Mikey has shorts and a t-shirt somewhere. I'll go look," Sternly, "You stay here, okay?"
"Roger roger!"
Donnie stepped out. I tiptoed to the door and listened through. I cupped my hands trying to see out when the door slid open without warning. I was face to face with a large rat. I blinked a few times, then smiled warmly.
"Hi, I'm Mikaela. Your brother Donnie was patching me up earlier, but he went to look for clothing for me." I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry for dropping in on you like this."
The rat smiled back and gestured for me to sit on the bed. "Sit child, please." He chuckled softly, amused at something. "Donatello has taken good care of you, however, he is my son, not my brother." He sat down on the edge of the bed I was cross-legged on. "Please, Miss Mikaela, tell me, how did you come upon my son?" His paw came up to pat my hair.
"Well sir," I began, "I'm not entirely sure. Donatello told me that I'd been mugged, but I don't remember all of it." I winced and rubbed the spot he'd just patted. "He said I'd been hit in the head, but all I remember is waking up with a nasty bruise and a few scrapes."
"That's terrible," Rat said, bowing his head. "I am happy that my son was able to help you." He looked up smiling. "My name is Splinter. You may call me sensei, like my sons, if you wish."
I smiled a little. "Very well, Sensei."
Donnie opened the door, laden with a brightly colored pair of board shorts and a black wife-beater. "Will this work?"
I took the proffered clothing, mindful of the sheet. "I suppose so, I just hope the shorts fit." I said, giving said shorts a dubious glance. I looked at Donnie. "Well, shoo! I want to get dressed and meet your brothers!"
Splinter stood and shuffled out the door, while Donnie laughed and closed it behind them. I dropped the sheet, pulled on my lacy tanga, snapped my lacy bra in place (so I have a thing for lace!), pulled on the shorts, drew them tight, and finally slipped the wife beater over my head. It was a little big, but not by much- it was stretchy.
Steeling myself for the unknown, I slid open the door and stepped into a cozy looking home, amply lit. It had a beat up looking sofa seated in front of an old television, a lazy-boy armchair, and a pretty lamp. I looked around, awed at the incredible coziness. I poked around, peeking my head around corners into rooms, was marveled by a makeshift gym, eyed the weapons warily, then left. I walked through the living room following the sound of voices to what appeared to be a kitchen. There were three turtles and Splinter seated at the table, two of them arguing over something, and the fourth one hunched over the stove cooking something that smelled heavenly. I was able to pick Donnie out of the bunch, his purple bandanna catching my eye.
"Hey Donnie, aren't ya gonna introduce me to your family?" I asked, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorjamb, a big grin plastered on my face. I loved discovering more people like myself!
Donnie stood up and quickly made his way to my side. The other three turtles had frozen, although why I wasn't too sure.
"Guys, this is Mikaela…um… Spade. She's a mutant like us, and she says that she knows more mutants that are out in the city!"
The silence that ensued was unnerving.