Author's Note: Naturally we all know that I have no ownership whatsoever of Harry Potter and his fellow wizarding mates, or of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Original characters are mine.

Thank you Trickster32 and FireSenshi2 for your reviews.

Trickster32 – Shh, I can't give away all my secrets, lol. But yes, I did feel that an explanation for the names was a must.

FireSenshi2 – You know what? I do too. (I think it's a guilty pleasure).

Chapter Four

Talk

The flashbacks of it all caused Severus to not wish to speak anymore of it. He didn't regret keeping the pregnancy, even after they had managed to escape to ensure they were safe, but it still bothered him how violated he had been via the hands of these... he didn't know if he could call them people, for they certainly didn't have much of a conscience to be able to carry out the stuff they had... and would have continued if they had of stayed.

"It took almost everything we could to get out of there after we found out about Severus carrying our children," Remus continued. "We made sure others, whom we've formed friendships with, were able to escape as well. Two of them stayed with us just long enough to assist in the birthing of our four daughters, and the unfortunate burial of two of them."

"Kali and Brigid..." Severus said almost subconsciously.

"Did you ever find out how you ended up being with EWATGRI?" Splinter asks.

Both shook their heads.

"Not a single hint or clue," said Remus. "Albus Dumbledore, when we finally caught up with him not long after our escape, simply said he would look into what had happened and gave us a safe house."

"Surely he, or whoever, would have come up with something," said Splinter, frowning a little.

"We thought so too," said Severus. "But, nothing showed up... until just recently when someone took our two surviving daughters and it just drudged up something we hoped to not encounter so soon. Still a mystery, because of all that is happening with the wizarding war, it's hard to trust on who is with whom and what is in it for whoever. We just know that EWATGRI are not shy in using whoever and whatever they can get their hands, in all hopes to create some... I have no idea exactly."

"They wanted to make us into some sort of superior race, or breed them, so is to help enhance wizard powers or some bizarre reason that doesn't make sense, if they're wanting purity or whatever," Remus said.

Severus looks at Remus a little surprised to hear this.

"I overheard some of the White Coats when they thought we were both asleep, someone accidentally left the speaker on that was attached in our cell," Remus elaborated.

"Who else knows about your situation?" Splinter asked, he was listening carefully and spoke with care, he had grown fond of these two, even within the short about of time they've known each other and exchanging their 'how they got to be' stories.

"Other than Albus Dumbledore and the Mutants we helped to escape when we escaped? The members of the Order of the Phoenix," said Remus.

"Yet, you have a couple of spies, because someone in formed the Dark Lord, and he's wanting to actually cast his eyes on them," Severus's lip curled up a little at this.

Remus sighed. "Unfortunately, that is true."

"Obviously, you don't know who this spy is, or spies?" says Splinter.

"No," said Remus. "Other than Severus, who agreed to help the Order after the mass of help that was given to us both, but the Order isn't all aware of Severus's alliance with us, because of the unknown spy and it was just safer."

"Except someone did figure it out," Severus points out.

"It's gotten Greyback to back off of me though," Remus couldn't help smile at this.

"What did you do? Flambé the Wolf?"

"Nah, more like he had a bit of sinking feeling."

"You buried him alive?"

"Only to his waist."

Seeing the confusion on Splinter's face, they explained that part of the transformation they had received had given them the ability to control the very elements they said they'd like to control if they could.

"I can control of air and water, while Remus can control fire and earth," said Severus.

"Would that be the same for your daughters?"

"We are uncertain right now," said Remus. "Seems that whatever their abilities aren't really present as yet being nearly four months old."

Splinter understood. He then decided to make this proposal to the two fathers. "If you would be comfortable with this offer, and you do not have to say any answers on the matter right now, more something to think upon over the next couple of years, I could give your daughters lessons in the art of Ninjitsu. If they do present powers, and being witches on top of this, as you say you're wizards, having such lessons in a form of discipline, a fair discipline, I assure you, it might help them. Benefit their potential."

"What is Ninjitsu?"

"It is a form of Martial Arts," said Splinter. "Even some Japanese Wizards practice it, or other form of Martial Arts my home country offers."

"I believe we have something to think on," said Remus, Severus simply nods to agree. "It's just troubling that, after all the trouble we went through, to make sure those owls weren't intercepted on their way to you, they were still sidetracked somehow to have those words written upon them. Which you now know as much of the reasons why we had to tell you, in person."

Splinter was grateful and didn't hide this expression. "The fact that you took the time to share such concerns, when you could have just taken your daughters and left us be, even with the bundle you provided, shows that you are good men and I am thankful.

"I also hope that you are able to still heal."

"One day at a time, Splinter," said Remus. "One day at a time."

###

Reading the contents of the letter very, very carefully, Dr Orson rubbed his chin, thinking away upon what he had been informed.

As if to know just which button to press, a buzz sound came, before he spoke into the microphone.

"Marcy, darling, can you be a dear and fetch for me a parchment, quill and ink pot, and see if one of the Speeders is available once that is done, thank you."

Dr Orson had been greatly annoyed when the escape of many of his prized experiments had escaped. Okay, annoyed was an understatement. Pissed off and wanted to make some heads roll pretty much summed his mood when it happened. Even more when the jewels of his collection, the ones he had help acquiring, dared to use their learned skills and powers against his team, forcing them to hand over everything that was taken from them, wands, clothes, everything that had been on their person upon their capture.

They even had the gall to dare request clothing for the others who managed to become free.

No one had died, but some weren't exactly healthy either; one had taken their own life, another two ended up in therapy of some sort, which resulted in them quitting all together – which meant that their memories had to be wiped of everything...

There was also the task of finding more assistants that would show promise in what goals and achievements that were to be met. EWATGRI was known globally as one of the best companies out there, having a huge reputation of powering into the future, or simply making life just that little bit more simple by producing a simple facial creams to those of the non magic kind, to potions to help that acne for the magic folk. Dr Orson had found a way to balance the market in the two worlds and he wasn't about to let that slide.

His secretary, Marcy, a short middle-age woman who had been with the facility since it had opened, came walking in and placed the requested quill, ink pot and parchments upon the desk.

"I will be back with the Speeder, Doctor," she said.

"Thank you, Marcy," said Dr Orson with a nice smile, he had always liked this woman. She used to work for his father, before he had to retire and hand the reins over, always treated him fairly.

Marcy walked back on out, as the Doctor picked up the quill, uncorked the pot and dipped the tip in. After ensuring that there were to be no blotches, the sound of scratching began, as he wrote what he needed to say in response to the letter...

###

"How are you coping right now?"

Severus had to think of his answer. He and Remus were back in their home, got into the usual routine of feeding, changing and settling their daughters. Remus knew full well that this was a way for Severus to feel that he was in control somehow and able to recompose himself.

"Still embarrassed," Severus answered.

He had a mini breakdown while they were still at Splinter's Lair – they had spent the night as it had gotten very late, plus the two men couldn't help but ensure that the place was in a heap better condition, such as fixing all of the beds and the appliances they were able to figure out. (Splinter was surprised, but welcoming of the offer, though he said that they had done plenty already, which neither wanted to truly hear, explaining that no child should be without the basic comforts). It had come on quite suddenly and he was worried that he had scared Splinter's Turtles, for they had witnessed it. One had even ran to get Splinter.

"I'm just glad it wasn't a major one," Severus then added.

"You know Splinter understood straight away."

"Doesn't make the situation for me any more comfortable. The shit I've had to go through with the Dark Lord and his followers is nothing compared to the fucked up scenarios we were placed in when with those Elite Wanking Arseholes!"

Remus couldn't help snorting with laughter. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting the last bit." He managed to compose himself just as quickly.

"I just thought of it to be honest," Severus admitted, forgiving the laughing from Remus, though he had not intended to be humorous in his words, they did lighten the mood a little.

"At least Splinter was able to help you out of it, too," Remus points out kindly.

"True."

"Plus, you cannot deny what the Turtles did to try and help was pretty amusing."

A slither of a smile spread on Severus's lips at this small snippet memory of that episode. One of them got a blanket and put it on him, (because he might be cold or needed it); another thought that he must have a glass of chocolate milk, (because chocolate always helps, and they only had chocolate milk, otherwise he'd offer a chocolate bar instead); while the one who wore orange just sat with him on the couch and attempted to try and read a storybook, (because he needed a story with a 'happily ever after' in it), the one who wore purple just helped the orange wearing one with certain words, (because it was clear that Michelangelo wasn't as skilled with reading as Donatello yet, but he did pretty good in pointing out the nice pictures).

It did surprise Severus to find his tolerant levels to be accepting toward these ever helpful children. He wasn't ever really one for children in general, but perhaps having his own, or witnessing some of the stuff he had untoward some of the children that had been in the Facility they were held in... it did change him some.

The pure innocence from the Turtles, and how they just wanted to help make him feel better. The love he had for his own daughters, both the ones he still had with Remus, and the ones they sadly lost, also helped in forming a different opinion to some degree.

"How do you do it?" Severus then asks Remus.

"Do what?"

"Cope? You've had to deal with your condition before all of this and the stigma that's been attached. Only to be thrown into being messed around with again."

This wasn't the first time this had been asked. Worded in different ways, but still the same question. Remus simply learned quickly that is was his partner's way of needing a form of assurance to know he's not the only one, or needing validity that he's not some sort of freak; among other reasons he would ask such a question from him.

"I guess because I've lived with being a werewolf since childhood and having no choice, it became something of a second skin, second nature. Add the newfound abilities and other changes that have happened with EWA, it was just some extra to process and accept, I suppose," Remus answered, looking right at Severus, tilting his head when he saw the other man look away a little. "Doesn't mean I don't have my moments, as you very well have known and seen for yourself."

"But you don't have them as much as I do!"

"Does it matter how often we have those moments?"

Severus shook his head. "I suppose not."

"You have support, Severus. You know you can speak of anything to me, and now that we've made a new friend out of someone we didn't expect to ever form any connection or alliance with."

"I just want to keep these memories under control, the flashbacks, and the breakdowns."

"And you will in time. We had only left that hellhole back in February, it is now December, and you cannot expect to heal over the trauma in such a short time, Sev. Even I didn't get over the shit Greyback caused me, I was still wetting the bed and having nightmares for almost two years straight from what he did... along with the ever fun part of being painfully transformed into a werewolf every month.

"Yes, you did stuff to me, and I to you, and the extra hell we dealt with from Orson and his White Coats. You still see yourself as dangerous, but I can tell you hear and now, you are still a heck of a lot less dangerous than I am."

Severus gave a doubtful expression. "How am I less dangerous? You've me turn into... into... that... and... forcing you to..."

Remus sighs and then goes on to say; "If I remember just as vividly over those moments, I wasn't exactly shy either, plus some of that was forced on to us."

"But some of it didn't feel forced, even when we were bring forced... like you wanted me inside you, but I don't know."

"I enjoyed the rough handling you did to me, I don't know why, it just felt right every time it happened, I can almost guarantee that if we started up again here and now, it would be with the same urge and want and enjoyment," Remus admitted, unembarrassed by it. "You and I know both know I was a virgin until we were placed into that situation. I didn't know that our acts would turn into what it is now."

"You weren't the only one to have lost their virginity that first time we were made to each climb on to each other," Severus almost whispered. "I even allowed you to and was willing to allow you to carry out that bloody instinctual need to climb on to me, and allow you to mate and create our girls with me."

This vulnerability from Severus was something Remus only ever had the privilege of seeing, after so much they've been to, it was pretty much a given between them to show sides they normally wouldn't to most.

Remus said with careful tone; "I didn't expect that to happen, I even told you when we found out that day I wouldn't have blamed you if you wanted to find a way to terminate, because had I known, I may have tried to avoid it from happening, but I don't know, even in hindsight.

"I was scared of what would happen to you, to the daughters we have now, while they were inside you, growing. I thought that my being a werewolf and passing on my genes, it would cause them to go and rip out of you during a full moon or something, as crazy as that sounds."

"They ripped out of me all right, but not in the way you were probably thinking..." Severus dared to quip, despite himself. "Surprised I'm still in one piece down there!"

Again Remus laughed. "One experience we certainly didn't know how it was going to turn out."

"You're telling me, I quite like my gentiles and not have them ruined!"

"Me, too," Remus teased.

As if there was sort of radar happening, before the two could continue to go further in their teasing that might lead to something more, a pair of cries were heard coming from the girls' bedroom.

"Damn!" Severus muttered under breath.

###

Twitching his ears, he wasn't sure what he had just heard, but his gut was telling him something was off.

He had just settled his four sons down for the night, all now comfortable in their brand new beds. Well, they weren't actually new, they were repaired via the talents of Severus and Remus, but they certainly had the new feeling when the young boys crawled in one by one, and curled up without complaining of lumpiness, or springs or any of that. Accompanied by the blankets, pillows and, of course Michelangelo needing to have his teddy bear, getting them down was almost easy.

But no sooner had he tucked them all in and watched them fall asleep, then exit on out to sort out the Lair before winding down himself, he saw things had been moved from their places, which caused the father rat to instantly go on the defensive and retreat to the room his sons were in. As much as he knew he was able to fight, with his honed skills, his Turtles could not yet, and he just didn't feel it right to leave them alone.

He knew he had to get his Turtles out of the area. Call it a hunch.

###

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sudden sound of someone banging on their door caused Remus and Severus to wake from their sleep. Confused, they exited out of their rooms, (even though they are in some weird sense of the word partners... mates... whatever it was between them, both men agreed that it was best to keep to having their own rooms, though it didn't stop them from visiting one another every so often).

They quickly made their way to the front door, turning lights on to see and having their wands at the ready, because they didn't want to take any chances.

Remus was the one who reached the door first. He took a hold of the handle, looked at Severus to almost subconsciously check to be sure that it was wise to open it.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

That was enough for Remus to open it, and pointing his wand at...

"Jocelyn!" he said with surprise, lowering his wand quickly, then saw another familiar. "Splinter...? What happened?"

He quickly stepped aside to allow Splinter, his four turtles and a young woman to enter.

The woman, Jocelyn, had sharp facial like features that made her seem to look almost like a hawk, even more with her yellow-orange eyes. Though she was wearing boots, both Severus and Remus knew that her feet were more hawk or eagle like, complete with actual talons. Acting like a cloak resting on her shoulders and back were her wings, which were extremely stunning when they were fully spread out to show off their magnificent rich brown with golden tinge that reflects when light hits it. When they are down like she has them as of this moment, they don't glimmer, but they do sway almost like a cloak would.

"Someone has been following you, or they found out about you being in contact with Splinter. White Coats were very close to nabbing them, but I, along with Moscow, were able to get to them first and use our channels to get them here," she explained.

"What?" Severus was stunned.

"More like who?" said Jocelyn, with trouble expression.

"Well, let us get your four sorted and back into some beds?" Remus then suggested to the frightened boys. "I believe that is why they look so tired?" Looking at Splinter.

"I had just gotten them down for the night," Splinter nods, wary and concerned, also with a hint of relief to know they were in a safe place... he hoped.

"Lucky we have a spare room," said Severus. "Where is Moscow?"

"In Russia!" said Donatello. "It's the Capital. Well, before it was Saint Petersburg during the time of the Tsars."

This caused Jocelyn to laugh. "Oh, my mate is going to love you!"

"Okay, come on," said Splinter, placing a gentle hand on Donatello's little shoulder and leading him away to follow Remus up the stairs with the other three turtles.

"Moscow is lying low for a bit, he got injured when blocking a White Coat's attempt in harming one of the Turtle boys," said Jocelyn, in response to Severus's question.

"I could always offer a couple of potions to help him along," Severus offered.

"That would be great," Jocelyn smiles gratefully.

"Will you be staying the night?"

Jocelyn shakes her head. "I need to get back to Moscow. But will stop by a little later."

"Do you want the potions, now, before you do go?"

"Sure."

Severus quickly went to his storeroom, which had been especially built for him to be able to store all of his potions and ingredients to conjure them, to find the right potion he was looking for. He loved the dark arts, but potions was a knack he had and it seemed to help him in some odd therapeutic way when it came to trying to control the flashbacking memories he endured.

Irony of ironies, when he was stuck in the EWA facility, he was made to make a whole range of potions and so forth. Little did they realise that he took great pleasure in the task, because he knew more than the White Coats did... which helped in the plot of their escape plan.

He found the correct vials and went back to Jocelyn, who was still standing by the front door, waiting.

"Here," he said.

"You're a darl," said Jocelyn, accepting them. "See you around."

"Bye."

More mutants who had escaped from the EWATGRI company to show up... A plot to try and get Splinter and his Turtles... What will happen...? Stay tuned... I think this just got more interesting...

A/N: I had a bit of a tough nut to crack when trying to find some way to connect TGRI with both worlds, (which any who is follows the Ninja Turtles, knows that this is the company who produced the ooze that caused the Turtles and Splinter to mutate). I hope I did it justice, even though I pretty much have a madman running it...