A/N: Notice! Important! No plagiarism was ever intended in this story. If somehow, the title of the story I mention actually exists, all rights go to the actual author and such! (Special disclaimer because even though I searched and I couldn't find anything, that doesn't mean it's not out there.) PLEASE CHECK THE A/N AT THE BOTTOM ONCE YOU'RE DONE!
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Sara stared. She couldn't help it. The sight of Mikey simultaneously guarding Becca while kissing her was shocking. Donnie nudged her, taking the rope that she was using to tie up some of the PD's unconscious bodies, and said, "You're a girl, you go over there." She gave him a 'are you fucking kidding me' look. "No way am I going over there," Donnie chuckled.
She turned back; Mikey had picked up Becca. Becca looked bewildered. Mikey was nuzzling the top of her head, basically purring. She looked back to Donnie. She didn't know what to do. Maybe this was for the best. On the other hand, maybe Becca would lose her shit and never go near Mikey again. Donnie shrugged. No help, no luck.
Sara took a couple steps toward Mikey and Becca. "Sara?" There was an edge to Becca's voice. She didn't look scared though. "Hey, Becca. You know that animalistic side I was talking about?"
"Yeah…"
"Well… this is it." Sara kept her tone light, getting a little closer. Mikey looked at her then seemed to ignore her as he went back to nuzzling Becca's head. Now that she was closer, she could tell he was sniffing her too. That was somewhat odd, Donnie didn't do that to her, well, not like that anyway.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, he's just…" Becca gestured to Mikey.
"Alright, um, try talking to him. Let him know that you're okay and that you want to be put down." Sara watched as Becca looked up to Mikey and practically repeated what she just said. Mikey grumbled, ignoring her. "Tell him to knock it off." Sara was as close as she was willing to get. Becca nodded. "Mikey, quit it." Just like she'd seen dozens of times with Donnie, Mikey seemed to come back to himself. He blinked rapidly and looked down at Becca, as if he was surprised she was there in his arms.
Sara felt her heart ache as Mikey panicked. He kept asking if he hurt her, if she was hurt, if she would forgive him. "I totally screwed that up, I'm sorry! It's just, that guy, he hit you," Mikey's voice broke into a small growl before he held it back, swallowing the sound. "I'm really sorry about that," Mikey finally sat Becca down on her feet. "Sara, can you make sure she's okay?"
She hadn't seen what Mikey had and was confused for a moment. Why was Becca down here? "You got punched?" Sara rushed the last couple of feet to Becca. "Yeah, that dude did not have a glass jaw," she had started to laugh but then cringed. Becca pulled up her shirt, exposing her stomach. There was a nasty red splotch but no bruising. Yet, Sara added mentally. She tucked Becca's shirt back down, feeling her ribs through her shirt. When she got too high up Becca giggled, groaned, and then pushed her hand away.
"Is she okay?"
"I'm pretty sure she is. She'll have to take it easy for a couple of days." Sara nodded to Mikey who looked like someone had just told him he was getting free pizza for a month. "If you feel any worsening pain, or if you get sick, get a fever-"
"I get it Doc," Becca teased. She looked pained. Sara started to worry before Becca sighed loudly. "Not laughing is going to suck."
Becca couldn't see him because she was focused on Sara, but Sara noticed Mikey almost reach out and touch Becca. He looked lost. "You better tell him if the kiss bothered you or not, other wise he's going to beat himself up over it until he goes gray." Sara whispered to Becca. Becca stared at her but then nodded solemnly. "Just make sure you tell the truth," Sara added.
"Why are you whispering? Is she really okay?" Mikey held onto his head. If the dude worried anymore, he'd give himself an aneurism. "Don't worry about it," Becca snapped. "And don't just… just… oh; just don't worry about it, okay?" The blond stamped her foot down, looking like a spoiled kid not getting their way. A massive attempt at being angry on her part, Sara grinned. Mikey looked like he'd just been scolded by Splinter.
"That's the last of them, let's get everyone and get out of here, no more waiting. We need to split and make sure we don't have anyone following us." Leo announced.
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Becca didn't know what to say or do. Leo was staring her down. "Why did you jump into the fight," he asked again. She kept her lip between her teeth. Would he be angry? Should she just tell them she wanted to help? Would she be in trouble if she told the truth? Leo sighed and pinched between his eyes. It was somewhat odd looking since they didn't have regular noses "I need to be able to tell Splinter something about why you came back home injured," Leo insisted.
"Lighten up, Fearless. She distracted four of 'em for us. I think she did pretty good, well, minus getting beat up."
"Cut it out, Raph, I seriously need answers here or Sensei will grill me about it even worse." Leo ground out through clenched teeth.
"I just… I saw how many there were and I didn't think you guys could take all of them on by yourselves. I just… damn it."
"Language," Leo scolded.
"Fuck you," Becca tossed back. Immediately, she blushed and felt horrible while Raph proceeded to laugh his shell off. Leo glared at her. No joke, his glares were serious business. "You know, I think I'm starting to like you," Raph cackled.
Leo pinched between his eyes again, sighing. "We're trained ninja, Becca; there wasn't any reason for you to jump in."
"But-"
"No buts, it's my job to keep everyone in this family safe, and until you show me you can protect yourself, that means you too."
"That's not fair! All I wanted to do was help!" She was getting angry. Actually, she was ready to tell Leo to fuck off. Leo sounded like he was talking to a child. "You could have been seriously hurt, what kind of help would you have been then?" Oh, come on, not now, she groaned as she felt tears stinging her eyes. She was the kind of person that cried when she got too angry. It didn't help when you wanted someone to take you seriously. "If I was safe because, what did you call him Raph, oh, right, the Fearless Leader was there, then why is it such a big deal. I just didn't want any of you to get hurt because of me!" On the last word, her voice cracked.
Leo suddenly looked exceedingly uncomfortable, backing away from her. The hell, she thought, have I suddenly become toxic sludge? Raph, straight up, ran away. "Don't you think it's been hard enough on me, huh? I've been assaulted. My place has been broken into. I've been forced down into the sewers because I have nowhere else to go. And I have to live with people who are practically strangers… Do you really think I was going to let you guys get the hell kicked out of your asses because of me, on top of all that? Haven't you thought how I would feel if any of you got hurt because you were being nice to me?" Leo kept backing away, so Becca kept walking toward him.
He sputtered, put off. She knew she was crying. It happened every time she got too angry, and this time she used it like a weapon. Leo didn't like to see her cry? She'd get all up in his face with her tears streaming. "You think that because you're the leader, you know what's best all the time, right? Well you don't know me, so don't even think about trying to tell me what's best for me, or what I shouldn't do the next time any of you are in danger!" She yelled then stomped away. When she looked back, Leo was running away from her.
She was about to round the corner and go into the living room when Mikey bumped into her. She hissed. Damn, her stomach hurt. Mikey looked down at her. She couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling. "Are you okay? Raph said Leo made you cry."
"I'm fine, I'm just angry." Becca sniffled. "I cry when I get too angry. God, that ass sure knows how to get on people's nerves." She blinked in surprise as Mikey tenderly wiped away her tears. Both of his hands nearly incased her whole face. It felt kind of nice. He was gentle, careful of her bruising. His hands were warm. She didn't know how long it had been since someone had wiped her tears away. "Don't let him get you worked up, like you said, he can be an ass." She smiled and nodded. "You want me to kick him?" Becca giggled then tensed up as the contractions made her wish she hadn't. "Sorry, not really good at not trying to make people laugh."
Somewhere inside of her, she found a small shred of courage. She held tight to it. She would need it. "It's okay, if it wasn't for you then it'd hurt even worse." She tried to stroke his ego. He, however, looked like she'd hit him with a truck. Road kill, anyone? "If I had only gotten to you sooner." Now he brushed her hair back.
"No, Mikey, that's," Becca sputtered.
"I won't let you get hurt again," Mikey promised. With that, he planted a small kiss on her forehead and then walked away, heading in Leo's direction. What the actually fuck, her mind screamed as she lightly touched the spot where he kissed her. She was more worried over why he stopped and went away than why it didn't seem to bother her. "You can't ghost out on someone like that," she hissed as she proceeded to stomp again. She navigated the path to the couch like an elephant. There she flopped down and rubbed her face. Why was everything so confusing?
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Leo was already with Splinter so Mikey backed off. He grinned to himself as he heard Splinter yell at Leo, well the closet thing that Splinter did to yell now that they were older. Guess their dad over heard Becca's little out burst. Mikey had caught little pieces of it, but had had to force Raph out of his way. As happy as Raph was to get Leo in trouble, he also didn't want Mikey to rush in and kick his shell either. His older brother had said something about needing someone to put Leo in his place.
Mikey wondered what Raph meant. Wasn't that his and Sara's favorite thing to do when Leo started going from Team Leader to Dictator? Lost in his own home, Mikey wandered. His mind was full of different things. Usually he'd take time to work on his comics and clear up his head a little bit but he was feeling too restless to sit still.
He tried to turn his mind and think about pulling a prank on Leo to get him back even more. That seemed a little harsh though. Who else could be his victim, he wondered. Raph was always fun but it didn't seem like he was as successful with Raph as he had been before Sara had come into their family. Sara was almost out of the question anyway, she was his partner in crime. Donnie would get upset for a little while but then ignore him for probably a week. Mik and Splinter were out of the question. Well, unless there was mistletoe involved.
Slowly, he gravitated to the dojo. Raph's bench was securely wedged into the back corner. What the hell, Mikey thought, might as well get a little bit of a work out. Here lately the PD's just weren't what they used to be. Still, they had numbers on their side, which made them as dangerous as they were cocky. The picture of Becca in the crowd, surrounded by thugs made Mikey's hand grip his nunchucks on reflex. He'd been surrounded at the time, but had cut through all of them just to try to get to her before she got hurt.
Turning, Mikey landed a blow on Raph's punching bag. The bag swung, shifting a little then gliding across the special roller-and-chain system to bring forth another. He punched that one too. If he'd only been a little faster, he could have made sure she would have been fine. Another bag swung around. It was all his fault. He punched the new bag. The sound of the roller jumping from its semi-locked position to glide over the metal was almost as satisfying as punching the bag itself.
Then that scum had hit her. Mikey let the next bag have it. The roller system was impressive. Mikey adjusted so he could attack more than one bag at a time. She had been hurt; he'd been forced to watch. There was no way that he could prove to her that he could keep her safe. He'd ruined his last chance. Every destructive thought was punctuated with a jab or kick to a bag. He panted, sweating as he transitioned between the bags.
"Hey, are we going to beat Borderlands together or not?" Mikey jerked around. Becca stood in the doorway with two controllers in her hand. She had a small smile, waving one controller around. His mind lost track of what he had been doing and he was hit in the side by a bag trying to move into position. He fell over, smacking the mat.
He didn't move. Becca laughed hard then doubled over. "Ow," she moaned before looking at him again and laughing hard again, causing her to wince and hold her stomach. Mikey stayed where he was for a moment before standing. He couldn't even enjoy her laugh anymore cause of one punk. Becca settled for a small chuckle, her eyes showing her amusement. "I'd pay to see that again," she giggled. A little embarrassed, Mikey grinned. "First one's free, on the house."
"Sure, sure." Becca waved the controller. "So, you need me to show you how to play this game, or do you think you can keep up?" She teased him, already walking away. Punching bags forgotten, Mikey jogged out of the dojo. He'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't watching Becca's hips sway as she walked.
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She'd watched Mikey stomp his way back from hallway only to return to it. This time she saw where he went, into the dojo, muttering to himself. She'd been flipping channels for a while, trying to sort out her thoughts. Then the sound of something thumping repeatedly had lured her to go see what he was doing.
As she peeked through the crack in the door, she watched him. He was beating the crap out of some punching bags on a weird roller system. He was still muttering and she couldn't hear him. It was obvious that he was irritated about something. She wondered if he and Leo had a fight, as she got lost in his moves. Everything was powerful, but his movements flowed with such ease it looked like he'd been born to beat the living hell out of punching bags. He never touched in nunchucks. This was all about contact. He started to lose his breath and was sweating so much that it was flung off of him as he moved.
She couldn't just barge in and make him stop. She'd needed something, that way it didn't look like she'd been spying on him for who-knows-how-long. Luckily, she remembered the unfinished game. She tried to act casually, as if she only mildly expected him to be in there. She felt like she'd failed until he'd landed on the ground. She barely kept from laughing at thinking about it.
"Hey, who's turn is it to cook tonight," Mikey wondered aloud. Becca bit her lip. After watching Mikey making the mini tacos she didn't want to admit to him that she wasn't… too great in the kitchen. "Uh, mine, but I was just going to order some Chinese, get a small break from pizza." She didn't know if that counted as a lie or not. It was true she was going to order Chinese, but the reason why wasn't completely true. Mikey hummed. He went about setting up the T.V. and Becca breathed a small breath of relief.
"I could go with you and pick it up, we know someone at a place that's okay with us. Uh, well, that is if you're okay with me going with you." His shell was to her so she couldn't see his face, but she could hear his hesitation. "That'd be great. I'd probably get lost if I went by myself, and I don't think I could carry all the bags." His shoulders lifted a little and Becca smiled. They settled on the couch and started to play.
Sara and Donnie came out a little later and Becca told them to write down their orders. "Promise you'll let Mikey carry everything, okay? Go ahead and sit down for a little longer. I'll get everyone else's orders too." Sara smiles then walks off. Mikey paused the game, and Becca looked at him. "What's up?"
"I've gotta get my street clothes on." Mikey grins, "Not everyone can handle all this sexiness at once." Becca stares at him for a second before a laugh forces itself out of her. She groans, holding her stomach but still smiles. "You're definitely something else," Becca chuckles softly.
"You sure you don't want to stay here? I'm not sure you should be moving around too much." Mikey's face is worried. His smile is gone and he looks… guilty. "Nah, I'm just going to make you carry everything, just like Sara said." Becca smiles.
"Better watch out, Mikey, she'll make a pack mule out of you yet," Raph teases as he heads to the kitchen. Instead of tossing anything back, Mikey shrugs. Sara comes back with everyone's orders and they get ready to head out.
Mikey is covered from head to toe. It's late and if they weren't in New York, Becca doubted that anyone would be out and about. The air is cool. Winter is fighting to keep its grip on the city while spring forces its way into the new year. Inside of the city, this was the closest to clean as the air would get before pollen and smog erupted, ushered by the warmer weather.
Mikey walks close to her, his hands in his pockets. He's been kicking a pebble since they stepped out of the manhole. He was quiet. "So, this guy knows you?"
"Yeah," Mikey responded, but didn't say anything more. He'd seemed fine until they were above ground. Now he was slouched over, his personality following suit. "How did he find out?"
"Well, he's never actually seen any of us, he's blind." Mikey fills her in.
"He runs a restaurant, blind?"
"Yeah, best ramen you'll ever eat, I promise. His niece helps him out too." Mikey smiles, his face hidden in shadow, but she can hear it. "I might have to change up my order then," Becca smiles back.
They don't walk for long before Mikey pulls her into a restaurant; almost a stand but walls of dark tinted glass protect it. A counter with chairs and a few small tables off to the side in the cramped area filled the place. One man stands behind the counter, a smile on his face. "Hello," the old man welcomes them. The place is vacant and smells of spice.
"Hi, Mr. Murakami, I've brought a new friend!" Mikey grins. Dark glasses shelter the man's eyes.
"By the smell of perfume, I'm going to assume it's a lady friend," the elder grins.
"Oh, um, yes. My name is Becca; it's nice to meet you, Mr. Murakami."
"Nice to meet you too, my dear. Now, what are you having tonight?"
"Actually, we're ordering for the whole clan tonight." Mikey gives a chuckle as Mr. Murakami sighs deeply. The man wipes his brow and if she could guess, he probably would have rolled his eyes. "I guess I'll be ordering more food once you leave," Mr. Murakami chuckles. Mikey pulls out the list. Becca hadn't thought to look at it, but when she hears everything, her jaw drops.
"Two sweet and sour chicken combos with fried rice and spring rolls. Two general Tso's chicken combos with fried rice and egg rolls. Three orders of Mongolian beef combos with crab rangoons. Three curry shrimp, large. Three kung pao shrimp, large. A large order of lo mein noodles. Two orders of rice noodles. Two large hot and sour soups with four extra packets of fried noodles. Two large egg drop soups. Enough white rice for seven people." Mikey turned on her. She tried to re-hinge her jaw to her face. "And what do you want?" Becca looked, uncertain to the older man. He was… smirking at her. "Go on dear, trust me, I'm used to this." Becca sputtered. What hadn't he ordered already? How often did they order this much food? "Uh, onion and green pepper steak…" She hesitated.
"Go on," Mr. Murakami smiled.
"Do you have red bean buns?"
"Of course, how many?"
"Two."
Mr. Murakami recounted the order, shocking Becca that he could remember all of that. Mikey confirmed it. Mikey extended a hand to one of the stools. The blind man went about cooking, to her surprise a small girl walked out, helping him silently, and not looking at either Mikey or her. The older man telling to Mikey to go ahead and close up, that he'd be done after their order. "The perks of owning your own business," Mr. Murakami threw over his shoulder to her as he cracked eggs into rice with one hand and tossed noodles with the other. She watched him, fascinated. "How on earth are you able to do all of that without burning yourself," she asked in awe.
"Years of practice, my niece is also a great help with the things that I can't do by myself." he replied. "For a while I didn't serve anything but ramen, when I started to lose business, I opened up the menu." The laugh the man gave was warm. "The down side to owning your own business. I wouldn't trade it for anything," he smiled. "Mikey," he shouted. "It's going to be 250." 250, Becca wondered. Surely, he wasn't going to give them all this food for only two dollars… then it dawned on her. The order would be two hundred and fifty dollars!
Panicked, she sought out Mikey. "Okay," Mikey replied as if it was normal. "Um, Mikey," she nearly died with worry. "I didn't bring that much with me," she nearly chocked. "I didn't expect you to pay for anything," Mikey sighed. "What kind of a gentleman would that make me," he asked as he pushed chairs into their proper places. She felt like a fish, her mouth opening and closing, unsure what to say or do. It was her turn to cook that night, and it was she who had said anything about getting Chinese in the first place. "Just let him pay," Mr. Murakami chuckled. "That big bonus from his story is probably burning a hole in his pocket."
She was going to get whiplash. "What story?" She gasped. The elder sniffed hard a few times, moving around the kitchen while Mikey who had pulled all the blinds down removed his hood, his face red. "I write children's books and some comics, it's nothing big."
"Don't let him say that, he was put on the best seller list!" Mr. Murakami hollers.
"You're a best seller?" Her jaw might never leave the floor at this rate. Mikey was bright red. "Barely, it's not that big of a deal." Both her and Mr. Murakami grunt at that, even the girl cooking made a dismissive sound. "It's just one of my stories, and it's under a fake name anyway," Mikey tries to assure her. "You're still the person who wrote it, which one is it?"
Mikey shakes his head. He's not going to answer. He obviously wants the subject dropped. No way, Becca thinks. I'm reading it. "It's 'How to be Different - A Mutant in New York' it may be a children's story, but it's motivational." The old man informs her. Becca sits there while Mikey continues to move things around in the front of the shop. He doesn't look at her and for a while, no one speaks. "You're really are something else," Becca smiles as he finally sits down next to her. He somehow blushes even deeper than the one he has maintained. "Thank you." He murmurs.
As they waited, Becca thought that it was odd that the girl was so comfortable seeing Mikey. Then again, he had said that they came in often. Still, most people wouldn't just accept them. Mr. Murakami, she could understand. He wasn't given the ability to judge someone on sight alone and had gotten to know the golden heart of the guys before their secret was exposed. The girl threw her; she wondered what her story was and how she knew the guys, a mystery best solved at another time as bags upon bags were shoved at them.
Mikey's arms are loaded down, bags hanging off him like some odd sort of Christmas tree. She convinced him to let her carry two bags, one that was filled with only fortune cookies, Chinese sauces and fried noodles. The other only holds some of the soup and rice. He doesn't seem to even notice the weight of everything as he walks back with her. "I guess it's a good thing that he's open late," Becca chuckles as she walks. "He stays open for us. He used to close earlier but he knows we come later, usually during patrol. He always closes up shop for us too."
"Well that's because you guys eat up all of his food!" Becca tried not to laugh. Her stomach was sore. She was surprised that they ate dinner so late, but with all the training they did, they seemed to eat a lot to make up for it. "True," Mikey laughed quietly. "Let's head this way, we'll take the garage way." She knew that they had a garage, but she hadn't seen it yet. They walked for a while Becca lost track of where they had turned and was glad Mikey was with her. The quiet was welcome. It felt easy and she found herself drawn closer to him as they continued.
The garage was massive, all kinds of odd vehicles inside of it. Mikey pushed the down button on the lift and they descended into the lair. "I'll try to make sure you see the sun sometime soon, I'm sure it's hard for you being down here all the time." The look of guilt on his face seemed to come back as they were lowered into the earth. "It's not that bad, it's only been a few days, and I went to school at night so I'm kind of used to it," Becca reassured him. He gave her a half smile. She knew something was wrong but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. Before she could say anything else, the lift doors opened up.
The kitchen table was set up with large platters all over it. Bowls sat in front of every chair with chopsticks and cups. Becca was confused. Was someone else trying to make dinner or something? "Oh, I guess we're doing a traditional dinner." Mikey seemed unaffected and started to take containers out of the bags on his arms and put them on the counter. Leo popped his head in. "Dinner," he announced loudly.
She tried to stay out of the way, as Leo helped Mikey open the food then dump the contents onto different platters. Rice was dished out into the bowls. Leo set two large kettles on the stove. Steam filled the kitchen. The food was still hot, even after their journey. "Hey, can you grab the two large bowls from that cabinet, Becca?" Mikey asked her as he went about setting up the table. "We're going to need the other bowls too, the ones with the cherry blossoms on them," Leo supplied.
Handing over the items, Becca took up residence in the corner of the kitchen. About half way through she realized what was happening. It was a traditional Chinese dinner set up. Each person had a bowl of rice while the main dishes were set out in the middle for everyone to choose from. She only knew the difference between the Chinese and Japanese because of an etiquette class her father had made her take. She'd never seen one outside of the class though and it was cool to see them setting things up.
With such a large table in the middle of it, the kitchen felt cramped as Raph and Mik entered, sitting down. Unsure how to help any more, Becca took a seat as well. Just as she sat, Mikey asked her to grab another platter. She almost stood up when he saw her in her chair. "I got it, sit down." His smile was softer than normal, almost sad. "I don't think you should be doing too much more in your condition."
Oh, she thought, now I understand. He was still beating himself up because she threw herself into the fight. Sara's words from earlier rang around in her head and she realized she'd never told Mikey that the kiss hadn't bothered her. Maybe that's some of it, she wondered silently.
Everyone else filed into the kitchen and took a seat. Leo transferred the boiling water to two different kettles; ones for serving, placing them at opposite ends of the table, then sat down himself. Only the seat to her left was open. Mikey plopped down. It was chaos after that.
Everyone started to talk and use their chopsticks to pick up food from the center of the table, bringing some to their bowls of rice. The soups made their rounds. Becca noticed that Mikey had placed the plate of onion, green pepper and steak closest to her. Solely relying on her one class, Becca picked up some with the back end of her chopsticks. Silently, Mik made a round with the tea, filling cups. Leo and Sara talked about a Purple Dragon that they'd knocked out together earlier. Raph leaned towards Mikey and nudged him, saying something that got Mikey to retort, earning a laugh from Donnie.
It was fascinating to watch them. They were all so close to each other. She'd seen it, just in the time she'd been there. Yet, it was like she hadn't realized just how close they were until that moment. This was a family. The teased each other, strengthened each other, pulled one another up when one of them started to fall. Invisible, love, happiness and warmth gathered in the small kitchen, encompassing the people within. She'd never known a kind like it before.
Then Splinter said something to her. She didn't catch it, and Mikey teased her. Sara scolded him, claiming that Becca probably wasn't feeling good after such a long walk to get the food they were now sharing. Raph stuck up for her, surprising her, saying she was tougher than she looked and Sara needed to stop worrying so much. Donnie laughed a little before Sara elbowed him, gaining a laugh from everyone else.
Becca forgot to eat or drink. She breathed in the atmosphere. She took a moment to live in it, savor it. This is what it felt like to have a family. She'd forgotten this feeling long ago and she felt a pain in her chest. A longing to be a part of a family pulled at her, called for her to see something she couldn't open her eyes to right away for fear of it blinding her.
Then Splinter's voice broke through. "How do you like being a part of our family so far?" It was still odd to see a rat smile, but the sight of it nearly crumpled her. "I like it a lot." Why did her voice break? Stunned, she touched her face. She was crying. Damn tears. Dipping her head and wiping the tears away, stealing herself from letting anymore fall, she said, "Thank you so much for letting me in."
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A/N: Sorry for the heartstring puller… nah, not really… ;) Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, favorited or followed my story! I see a lot of them on my Google account, letting me know when they happen. To everyone who hasn't left a review, why not? Even if it's a 'Cool,' or 'Good Update,' they make me so happy! I read every one and they are like little energy boosters, reminding me to update ASAP!
Let's get some constructive reviews this time! Tell me, what do you think of Becca? How do you think she is handling living with the guys? Her moods are more frantic than Sara's are and I wanted to make sure I was writing two different people. (Something I'm not too great at since all of my normal characters are pretty much like Sara, a.k.a, badasses.)
FYI, for anyone who has read this far into the bottom A/N, and if you have watched "A Knight's Tale", (if not you should, it's a great, hysterical movie) I've decided to borrow something from that move (NOT A CROSS OVER 'PER SE' MORE LIKE AN 'EASTER EGG') and see how many of you catch it next chapter.
I love you guys, thank you so much for taking the time to read! See you again shortly!
