Disclaimer: "Despiteful tidings! Oh unpleasing news!" (That's 'Shakepeare' for "Aww! I don't own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.")

Author's note: Yes I am an evil author. I take forever to write yet another ittsey bittsey chapter that will hopefully somewhat satisfy some of my readers. (Not likely, but hey, I tried). I've kinda lost my inspiration for this story, but I am determined to finish it. Thanks to all for being so patient with my slow goings. Any suggestions at this point would be appreciated. Please submit them via email. My address should be accessible by my profile and if you can't get to it (or if it's a really short suggestion) then I guess you can use the review . (Also, please write something about a suggestion in the subject box of your email or I may delete you)( and yes, that's BAD!)

Real quick in response to Katana-Babe : Yeah, I think I originally wanted Aaron's breakdown to come as a surprise because she's been hiding her feelings and pretty darn well up til now. I didn't really realise how much it really felt out of place, but until I figure out how to fix it, that's the way the cookie's gonna crumble.

Special thanks to Virtual Wenrog. ha-ha your review on "Good-bye" just kills me. This posting's for you and your impatience. Small reminder: it wasn't finished yet, but I figured 'hey why not?'

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"Aren't we finished yet?" Mike whined as he lugged another laundry basket full of wet stinky towels to the front door.

"Just about," Don said opening a window, "All we have to do now is get those rags washed and air out the place."

"Why don't yous guys stay a little longer, we could rent a movie or somethin' and order pizza." Casey offered.

"Pizza?" Mike's eyes lit up a little.

"Thanks, but we really should be getting back to the lair." Leo put in before Mike could agree, "Early practice tomorrow morning."

The other three turtles groaned.

"How about you come back to our place instead?" Mike blurted out.

"Yeah." Raph said, "But who's gonna stay here and house sit? Besides, someone has to do the laundry."

"Again?" Casey groaned.

"Dude! You can pick us up a pizza or seven, while you do the laundry, then head over to our place. It totally works!" Mike exclaimed.

"But who's gonna watch the apartment?" Don asked spoiling the plan.

"This place isn't gonna go anywhere," Mike said slinging his arm across his brother's shoulders, "It'll be fine. Besides this way we won't be here to break it again."

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Aaron felt Master Splinter place a hand on her head as she shook with tears. She tried to stop her crying, but the flood kept on coming, it was too late to turn back. The sleeves of her shirt absorbed the water that sprung from her eyes. She sat there for a while shaking and trembling.

Finally the well was dry. She wiped her eyes and nose with her damp sleeves and sniffled.

She dared to glance up at Master Splinter; awaiting an expression of disgust or perhaps even pity, which would only cause her to feel even more angry and disgraceful. But his facade held no such look. Instead he looked at her with solemn understanding.

A small clamor of four teenage turtles entering the Lair broke the silence outside the room. Aaron glanced at the direction of the noise. Feeling like making a break for the door, but not wanting the guys to see her and yet not wanting to leave the calm comfort of Master Splinter's room at all. She glanced down at her watch.

"It's late. I should go." She said half-heartedly, wishing to be sent on her way and stopped at the same time.

She got up to leave. Master Splinter rose as well.

"I believe you have found the problem." He said as if she had said nothing. Aaron nodded in agreement. "Now, what will you do about it?"

"Idunno," Aaron mumbled instinctively.

"As you also did not know what troubles you."

Master Splinter bowed respectfully and Aaron quickly bowed back before slipping out of the room. The main room of the lair looked deserted. Then she noticed three green heads poking up over the couch and a quick glance around the room located Mikey in the kitchen hunting for any edible object to his liking. The clamor that the three turtles were making on the couch and the deep concentration of the hungry turtle allowed her to creep through the center of the room unnoticed. Safely outside she breathed a sigh of relief and meandered home thinking about Splinter's words: What was she going to do now?

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