Disclaimer: I don't own Ninja Turtles, just Samoa

Donatello sat puzzled until his brain was sore. It felt like the answer was right in front of him, yet he just couldn't grasp it. He felt as blind as she was with the lights turned on. The only person who did have the answer was her, but there was no way either of them would ever be that desperate. He and Mikey were both too tired from their long night to think anymore, so they decided to just make themselves at home in the old library. Just in case she somehow managed to find them they decided to take turns keeping watch. Donatello had the first watch.

It was strangely eerie. Even with the lights on and Mikey sleeping a few feet away from him. In fact, it was probably only putting Donny on edge more. He silently thanked heaven when his shift was over and he could finally get some sleep. Then as he was drifting off he was broken out of it by a strange sound. It sounded like a child's giggling, and he immediatly recognized it as Samoa's.

"What's a kid doing in here?" Mikey wondered aloud

and went to go find out because it's Michealangelo.

"Mikey, no!" Donny rushed after his remaining brother, all the sleepiness he'd felt was instantly gone.

He rounded a corner only to find her there. Mikey was standing just a little ways ahead of him completely stiff. It didn't look like she was searching for them, though. Only taking a break from her chase. Donny crept up beside Mikey.

"Don't worry. As long as it's not dark she can't see us. I don't think she even knows we're here. So lets just get out of here while we still can." Donny whispered

and Mikey gave a nod of understanding. They were in the middle of turning around when a voice stopped them.

"Um, M-Mr. Donatello?"

He froze. How had she known? Had he been wrong and she could see them? Was she more perceptive than he'd given her credit for?

"I can hear you."

Donny's thoughts and current mood could be summarized in one word, darn.

"What are you doing in here?" Mikey questioned

She shrugged

"I guess it's just my safe haven, so to speak. Like your lair was for you. In fact, I was looking for this book I once read about a spider who befriends a duck, it was really funny." She told them

"A spider and a duck?" Mikey repeated confused, then his expression changed into a giant and false smile that was wasted on her since she couldn't see it, "Well, I guess you want to find that book more than feed off of our immortal souls. I mean, it's way more important. So, we'll just get out of your way."

"Oh, don't worry. It turns out I don't need you two."

Despite the skeptisism releif washed over them

"Just one of you."

The releif was gone.

"The one who lives can be my best friend forever and we'll have lots of fun and always play together." She announced happily, giggling at the thought

"Okay, is it just me, or did that sound a lot like the reasoning of a six-year-old?" Mikey asked rhetorically, feeling completely baffled

Donny had to agree. But as he saw her laugh in that brief moment he was forced to see the resemblence more clearly than ever. It was too strong.

"Samoa." He said the name to himself in sad confusion. "Samoa's body wasn't in her grave. Did you do something to it?" Since he would never get another chance to ask her, he hoped, Donny decided to just come out with it.

"I moved it." she stated simply like it was some sort of private joke.

"Moved her body? Moved her body?!" Donatello gritted his teeth in anger at the girl before him. "Haven't you ever heard of respecting the dead, you psycho?"

She wasn't phased by how upset he was.

"Psycho, huh? I guess I can't help what I'm born as. Besides if you'd known anything about the death of Samoa Watson"

"The one who died in 1885?" Donatello interrupted and she gave him an odd look. "We saw the obituaries for her."

Instead of any reaction Don and Mikey would've expected she became excited

"I was in the newspaper? Did it have a good picture of me?"

"You?" Donny and Mikey exclaimed together

"Wait, how can that be possible?" Donny shook his head back and forth trying to make sense of it

"Mary and Charleston's baby died during birth. So imagine their surprise at the daughter they'd never even had. They soon noticed small behaviors of mine and kept me locked away, secret from the world. I died again when I was three, and you know about my third death, of course."

Her story was definetaly interesting, but also seriously flawed

"Are you trying to tell us that you're Samoa?" Donny asked with obvious disbeleif, "That's not possible. Samoa, our Samoa, was 100 percent alive when we found her." Donny's voice was clearly challenging her to explain that

Which turned out to be no problem

"Of course I was. That's what happens after I've fed enough." She told them calmly

The two turtles felt completely horror struck.

"That is so creepy." Mikey said aloud

"Yeah, my parents used to tell me that all the time." Samoa admitted, unashamed

as though she was only sharing a simple fact.

"And the aging and sight problems?" Donny hoped his voice didn't sound as nervous as he thought it did.

"Side effects. My sight becomes just as messed up as the rest of the world when I'm done with my feeding"

Don and Mikey would've pointed out that she was the one with messed up sight if they weren't too busy being in shock. Mikey's eyes dropped to the floor.

"I- I don't beleive it. Samoa wasn't anything like you!" Mikey's voice broke as he talked

Neither of them wanted to acknowledge the possibility that the person standing before them really was Samoa, but somehow they knew it was the truth. Mikey had a point, though. The two weren't anything alike as far as attitude was concerned.

"Funny thing about that, the Samoa you knew didn't know. I never remember the 'process' after it's over. I recall my previous life as if it's my current one, though. Which, trust me, can be really confusing." Samoa admitted

Donny felt both angry that he was seeing Samoa like this and happy that when he'd gotten to see Samoa as a little girl she was genuinly a good kid. But, unfortuneatly, also a sad one. How could this be the same person? Donatello's mind didn't know how to respond to everything going on.

Not that she was planning on giving him the chance.