Cindy-Ella and the Four Turtles

by ColorsAndWords

Cindy and Ella are twins that get sucked into the TMNT universe. On top of that, something about their dimensional travel is making their worst injuries open up. And they OF COURSE can't help but fall for the turtles of their choice. Rated T for somewhat disturbing injuries and fights. You know... The USE. Mikey X OC and Raph X OC.

3. Names

Disclaimer: OK I just got the rights to TMNT, NOT! HAHA to all those people who believed that. I don't mean to be rude but I could NEVER own ANY TV show! I just write this so I won't get sued.

NAMES

Mikey's POV

The girl that was crying stopped for a second when she saw me.

Her blue-blue eyes suddenly lit up with hope that I could help and happiness for seeing me. Don't really understand the last part, though. I had never met her in my life.

Then she started to wobble a bit, still on her knees.

I leaned down and picked her up.

Raph had picked up the girl that had screamed. I didn't really get why. One more thing to tease him about later.

The girl I was holding gave me a small smile before passing out in my arms.

We started the long trek home, made a little better by the girl's smile in my memory.

Cindy's POV

I woke up on a couch.

I looked around and almost fainted again.

There were my favorite turtles, staring directly at me.

I then shook my head, trying to knock some sense into my dense noggin.

I reached into my bag then, after rummaging around for what I needed, I stared in wonder and gratitude at my knee, which someone, probably Donnie, had put back in socket.

I then carefully put my black knee brace on.

Then Leo asked the expected question.

"Who are you?" he inquired.

"My name is Cynthia Chartreuse Weaver. You can call me Cindy. My sister is Gabriella Elaina Weaver. We call her Ella. We're twins." I explained.

"Twins?! B-but you look nothing alike!" This was said by Raphe, my favorite.

It was the expected response considering our…..differences.

It includes more than just our clothing style and personalities.

Our hair and eyes are the least similar.

While we share the same blue-blue eyes, it seems like a baby blue on Ella and a steely, resolved, determined blue on me.

All the same color.

Our hair is the natural, loosely curly, red color.

While she wore hers regular, I opted to die mine black, cut it shorter, and curl it for all it was worth.

"Hi Cindy!" Mikey piped up. "I'm-"

"I know who you are Mikey." I blurted out.

Then I mentally cursed myself.

Judging by their slack jawed expressions, I would have a lot of explaining to do.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, mentally and physically preparing for their barrage of questions.