I have finished my GCSEs and I am now on my summer holidays so hopefully I will be able to update sooner.

I do not own TMNT, only the OCs.


What I never told you

Snow and Ice

Leo and Mikey arrived back at the Hamato's apartment with rosy cheeks and pink noses. The snow that had covered their clothing had melted on their walk home and now their jeans, coats and shoes were completely soaked. Leo opened the front door, but Mikey was the first one to enter.

"We're baaaaaaack!" Mikey sang as he pulled off his soaking green coat.

"We heard you running down the hall Michelangelo." Yoshi calmly said as he took Michelangelo's coat and hung it on one of the coat hooks, "You have very loud feet."

While Michelangelo excitedly told Joan and Yoshi about their trip to the park, Leo silently slipped into his bedroom. Once inside, he stripped off his soggy socks and jeans, putting on some dry ones. He had just finished tightening his belt when there were several fast knocks at the door.

"Come in." Leo loudly said to the person on the other side of the door who turned out to be Mikey. The smiling teen was now barefoot, obviously having removed his soaked socks and shoes as well, "Everything okay Mikey?"

"I'm cool dude, just a little bit chilly." Mikey kept his signature smile on his face as he spoke, "Nanny Jo said we should leave you so that you could finish unpacking."

Leo raised an eyebrow, wondering if there was a reason for Mikey to tell him this, "So...?"

"So as soon as you finish unpack can we please hangout some more? Please?" Mikey tried not to get in Leo's face like he did earlier, but the Japanese boy did have to take a tiny step back, "You're the only other male teen in this entire building!"

"I don't know Mikey." Leo perched on the edge of his bed, "I think I need some time to myself to settle in to America."

"Oh, ok dude." Mikey looked like a kicked puppy before he looked over at Leo and gave a small sad smile, "Have fun unpacking and you know where to find me if you change your mind."

Mikey was amazed as he watched Leo keep a neutral face and didn't even blink as Mikey sent him an exaggerated salute. Yanking the door closed behind him, Mikey sauntered over to the two grown-ups. He understood that his new friend still needed some time to settle in, but Mikey was just too excited to not ask Leo to hang out.

"Bye-bye Yoshi! Thanks for letting us visit." The young teen chimed, giving the ninja master a tight hug, "It was fun!" Mikey felt an arm wrap around his shoulders and a gentle hand rest on his head. Leaning back slightly, he tilted his head up to see the Japanese man smiling down at him. Mikey returned the smile with a meagre chuckle.

Reluctantly Mikey left the Hamato's apartment and silently shambled across the short distance to get to his own apartment. With every step he took, the soft carpet tickled the bare soles of his feet. He kept his eyes up as he wondered into his bedroom. Due to his grandma only renting the apartment, they hadn't been able to change the teens room all that much, so it was similar to Leonardo's room but with hundreds of superhero poster on the walls and much more furniture.

Mikey dragged a wooden case out from underneath his bed. He undid the latches that held the lid securely in place, gently opening the case. Inside were rows of colourful pencils with a few sketching pencils on the last row, an A4 sketchpad resting on top. Mikey flipped open the sketchpad and found a clean page. Placing the paper on the ground, Mikey lowered himself so that he was lying on his stomach. He used one of the special sketch pencils and started drawing the outline of his picture.


A smartly dressed male walked down the street. He pulled down the front of his brown fedora to reassure himself that it concealed his identity along with the reflective sunglasses that covered his eyes. He kept one arm firmly around the laptop bag, the strap over his shoulder. His other arm just rested at his side.

An older man with greying blond hair stepped in front of the male. He stood tall, bold and emotionless. His own black sunglasses hiding the man's cold, hard eyes, "You know you are not allowed out here young master!" His words were sharp as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I... I just wanted to see the revealing of the new robotics laboratories." The young male whispered.

"Your father gave me very strict orders to keep you at home." The man grabbed the young male's arm and began leading him towards a parked SUV, "Your father had high expectations for you young man."

"But Mr Lancaster...?" He stopped his protest mid-sentence deciding that his bodyguard was much more intimidating than him. The young male was tall for his age, but Klay Lancaster was still much taller than him which didn't help his situation. The young male sighed and climbed into the back of the car as Lancaster held the door open for him.


It had taken an hour, but Mikey had finally completed his master piece. He rolled over onto his back and raised the sketchpad above his face. Locking his arms, Mikey admired his drawing. It was a simple sketch of Leo and him wearing ninja garments and different colour masks. Mikey had coloured his own mask orange because it was his favourite colour and according to nanny Jo, it matched his enthusiasm, happiness and creativity. Leo's mask was blue because from what Mikey had seen today, the Japanese boy was very loyal and a little serious.

Tucking the sketchpad close to his chest, Mikey used his abdominal muscles to roll backwards onto his feet. With a skip in his step, the blond-haired teen delicately tore the page from the sketch pad and stuck it on the wall with a lump of blue tack.

Having left his art supplies spread out across his bedroom floor, Mikey knelt and gathered up his precious supplies. Arranging the pencils based on their colour, Mikey placed them in the wooden box before sealing it up and sliding it back under his bed.

A calm voice drifted through the apartment, "Mikey dear, would you like some lunch?"

The young teen dashed from his room into the main room. Already set up on the table was a plate full of cheese sandwiches with a packed of cheese and onion chips. His grandmother had also prepared him a nice glass of water.

"No pizza?" Mikey wined, giving his grandma large, sad puppy dog eyes.

"You cannot live off of pizza my grandson." Joan explained, ruffling Mikey's blond waves, "I promised your mother that I would take care of you which does not include a diet of only pizza."

"Ahhhh..." Mikey sagged his shoulders but still gobbled down his sandwiches, using the water to wash it down. The chips crunched as he devoured down the last of his delicious meal.

Mikey spun around when someone started snickering behind him.

"You still have your mother's appetite Michelangelo." Joan stated, "She used to eat so quickly that she would complain about having to wait for the rest of us to finish." The grandmother snickered again, "Poor girl had an endless stomach, always eating but never full."

"You're always telling me that granny Jo."

"That's because it is true my junior jelly bean." Joan replied, giving Mikey a quick peck on his head, "Now if you don't mind I need you to pop over to the store and buy some more groceries. I gave half of ours to the Hamato's earlier."

"No problemo!" The bouncing teen took the shopping list that his grandmother gave him and with a speedy hug, Mikey jaunted out of the apartment, slipping on his now dry trainers before he left. Choosing a different route, he jogged down the stairs and out into the white world.


Without a sound, the young male sat in the back of the SUV, staring out through the tinted windows. He wouldn't admit it out load but as he watched a little girl running in to –who the male believed- her father's arms, he felt envious of her. It wasn't like he didn't want that child to be loved and cared for. He just wished his own childhood was as gleeful as hers seems to be.

"Are you going to tell my father about this?" The young male asked, averting his eyes from the scene outside the car.

"It is my duty to young master. My top priority is your safety and that stunt of yours could have put you in serious danger. Just imagine if someone figured out who you are, they wouldn't hesitate to kidnap you for a large sum of money."

"Like father would pay a ransom." The male mumbled under his breath, pulling out his phone from his laptop bag. The small screen lit up as he pressed the button just below the screen. The young male smiled at his background image, it was a photograph of him when he was a toddler. His father was holding his hands as he assisted the toddler to take those first few unstable steps. The older man had a genuine simile on his face that his son missed. The young male ran a finger over his father's face as the screen faded to black.

His father hadn't always been so distant but after the divorce, he focused too much on his work and forgot about raising his only child. Then when his business skyrocketed, his son rarely saw him and when the father met with his son it was usually to punish him or to express his disappointment.

"Mr Carpenter is a billionaire, he wouldn't mind giving up a few thousand dollars to get his son back." Mr Lancaster stated, keeping his eyes locked on the road.

"But-"

"No buts young master, I've said this many times and will continue to do so: your father does love you, he's just heartbroken over the divorce and death of your mother." The car slowed down as the gap between them and the car in front shrunk. The young male opened his mouth to protest but Mr Lancaster lifted his hand to silence him before he could, "Do not argue with me young one."

"She died years ago. Why is he still heartbroken? He should have gotten over it by now." The young male questioned, anger edging its way into his voice, "I have!"

"But you were a baby, you don't even remember your mother." Lancaster remarked, "Your father does, and he still loves her."

The young male hung his head feeling ashamed at his outburst. He'd heard stories about his mother from his father, so he had a basic idea of what she was like. But his bodyguard was right, he had no proper memories of his mother unlike his father who had married, cared and fell in love with her. The young male couldn't recall what her motherly hugs felt like or what her voice sounded like. Closing his eyes and taking deep, calming breathes, the young male let the song on the radio wash all his negativity out of him.

The tranquil atmosphere was soon destroyed by the screeching of brakes and rubber skidding across the tarmac. He lifted his head and gasped as the world outside spun. He had to turn away so that he wouldn't get dizzy. The scared male braced himself for the impact he predicted would come.


Skipping down the snowy street, Mikey plugged his paint splattered headphones into his phone and positioned the ear pads over his ears. Removing one of his gloves, Mikey scrolled through his playlist until he found his desired song. Making sure that the volume was turned up, he pressed play and pocketed his smartphone before putting his glove back on.

Michelangelo danced through the crowds of people while doing a mixture of humming and singing. He elegantly weaved around the people and objects along the path without missing a beat of his song. While passing a lamppost, Mikey grabbed it and let the momentum swing him round. He felt the frosty wind against his exposed face, but he didn't care, he was too cheerful about it being such a lovely day.

The sky had cleared, and the snow was twinkling in the afternoon sun, creating a stunning view of the city. Making out the front of the grocery store on the other side of the road, Mikey looked up and down the road to make sure there were no vehicles heading in his direction. When he didn't spot anything approaching, he skipped across the road.

However, when he was about half way across, he got a bad feeling. That was when he heard a car braking. A car braking really, really close by. Unsure of what to do, Mikey just stood there like an idiot.

Suddenly, Mikey found himself lying on the snowy pavement and a heavy lump on his back. He lifted his head to see a black car spinning until the side slammed into a lamppost. Almost immediately after the impact, a man in a black suit jumped out the driver's seat and forced the undamaged back door open. Mikey was unable to see what happened next as the crowd gathered around the car, making sure the occupants were ok.

Letting out a groan, Mikey sat up and removed the headphones that were still playing music. Using his dominant right hand, Mikey paused the song on his phone before he pocketed it again. He kept his throbbing left wrist close to his chest.

"Ya alright kid?" An emerald eyed teenager with a Brooklyn accent was perched on the curb near where Mikey landed.

"My wrist hurts and the scrapes on my arms are stinging but other than that I am fine." I told the stranger, "What happened?"

"Ya walked out in da road when a car came. Ya didn' 'ear it because of ya stupid music!" The teenager responded, his voice growing louder with each word, "Let me look at dat wrist." He gently grasped Mikey's injured wrist. He felt it in a few places before he accidently hit a painful spot.

"OW!" Mikey pulled his arm back and cradled his wrist to his chest.

"Sorry." The stranger stood and turned to leave, "Its jus' a sprain. Jus' put some ice on it." Without even looking back, the stranger who saved Mikey's life vanished into the crowd of concerned citizens.

Ignoring the ache in his body, Mikey heaved himself on to wobbly legs. One of the paramedics that had turned up on the accident scene went to Mikey's side and guided him into the back of the ambulance. Mikey told the paramedic and police officer what he happened and after a quick lecture from the officer on safely crossing the road, he left the paramedic to assess Michelangelo's wounds.

"Your so-called hero was correct. Other than scrapes and bruises, you have a sprained wrist." The friendly paramedic reported, "However, I would like to take you in for an x-ray to make sure that it isn't broken. Is that alright?"

"Yer." Mikey fiddled with the new hole in his jeans that had been caused from skidding across the tarmac, "Can I call my grandma to meet me there. I was going to get her some groceries when all this happened."

The paramedic nodded, "I also recommend that you call your parents as well, they'll want to know what happened before they watch it on the news."

"THE NEWS!" Mikey braced his arms on the gurney (forgetting about his injured wrist) ready to leap to his feet, "WHO DIED!"

"Calm down!" The paramedic ordered, lightly pushing Mikey back onto the gurney, "No one died."

Mikey let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding, "Then why will it be in the news? It didn't look that bad!" He winced as lightning pain shot through his injured wrist. The paramedic positioned his arm in a sling to secure the injury on the journey.

"The car that almost hit you contained Donatello Carpenter and-"

"The Donatello Carpenter! The son of the famous Mr. Carpenter who invented C-Technology!" Mikey interrupted the paramedics explanation who nodded, "Oh my god! I'm dead! I'm soooooo dead!" Mikey leaned back against the sheets and swung his legs up as he was strapped in.


Leonardo laid on the couch struggling to keep his eyes open. The jet lag was getting to him. Letting out a big yawn, Leo stood and strolled around the room to prevent himself from falling asleep.

Yoshi had left almost an hour ago to take Joan to the hospital after she had received a phone call from Mikey about the accident. Joan had told them that Mikey wasn't severely injured, just shaken at harming a billionaire's sons.

Locating his smartphone, that he had left in his bedroom, Leo send a message to his father for an update on Mikey condition to which his father replied almost instantly.

'Just a sprained wrist. Heading home.'

The jet black haired teen let out a relieved sigh at knowing that his new neighbour would be fine. He sat on his desk chair and hesitantly reached out to the framed photo at the back of his desk. He let his fingers trace around the edge of the frame, but he didn't dare to turn it over.

Leaving his family photo alone, he flipped the lid of his laptop up and once he had found the online chat app, he sent a call through to his trusted friend. It kept ringing… and ringing… and ringing. The call was eventually answered by a teen with dark brown hair. The teen let out a long yawn and rubbed his half open eyes before speaking.

"Kore wa daredesu ka?"

Leo looked at the teenager who let out another loud yawn, "Its me Daiki. Your best friend for the past decade."

The sleepy teens eyes snapped open, "Leonardo?" Daiki sat up straighter, revealing his pyjamas in the light of his computer screen, "Its about time that you called, I've been waiting to hear from you since you left. So, anything interesting happened?"

"Why are you in your pyjamas?" Leo asked, and Daiki raised one of his dark eyebrows as his answer, waiting for his friend to figure it out. It took a few seconds for Leonardo's brain the click, "I forgot that New York is 13 hours behind Tokyo. I'm so sorry for waking you Daiki."

Daiki shook his head with a smile, "You should know me better than that Raion. I enjoy talking to you whether it be 2 in the morning or 2 in the afternoon. Whether it's in person or through a screen." Daiki flattened some of his cowlick hair, "Now answer my question: Has anything interesting happened yet?"

"Surprisingly yes!" Leo watched as his friend leaned closer to the screen, clearly interested, "I haven't even been here 24 hours yet and already I've met another teen and his grandmother and now that teen has a sprained wrist after almost being hit with a famous guys car. It's going to be interesting."

Daiki sent Leo an overexaggerated look of betrayal, "So we were too boring for you?"

Leo smirked at his friend's antics, "No. I just believe that Mikey is an interesting fellow." Daiki tried to hide his yawn behind his had but the ninja in training still saw it, "Go back to sleep, I'll call you back this evening when its morning over there. Sorry again about that."

"Stop apologising!" Daiki commanded, "Oyasumi, my friend. Call me when you need me."

"Oyasumi." Leo disconnected the call and leaned back in his desk chair, staring at his white ceiling.


Translations (from google translate):

Kore wa daredesu ka?- Who is this?

Raion- Lion

Oyasumi- Good night