Disclaimer: I don't own the Ninja Turtles and half of this whole story belongs to AmyLeeFan, who requested me to write it. And it has been a LONG time since I wrote it, so I apologize.

It was dark and quiet in the empty sewers. The awful smell of the sewer water made it a whole lot harder to breathe in the underground maze-like structure. Molly was gripping Michelangelo's hand tightly, since she was afraid of the dark and he was now carrying Amy around because her fever was making her weaker. He was also keeping a good lookout for his brothers at the risk of taking more people down to his sewer home. Eventually, they made it their safely.

The turtle in orange was relieved to see that the coast was clear so far. However, they could still be hiding somewhere. Silently, they tiptoed all they way back to his room, with great success of not getting caught. However, that worry didn't become reality until they reached their goal. Michelangelo sighed in relief at first, but then turned to find his family was waiting for him in his room all along.

"You just couldn't listen to us, could you," Raph yelled, "You just had to bring her back, along with some little twerps. Why don't you just broadcast all over New York where we are?"

"Raph, please," Mikey said, "Let's not fight in front of the little kids. And I have a good explanation for it! Honest!"

Amy knew this was going to happen and she was right. She pitied Michelangelo if this was all his brothers did to him everyday.

"Mikey," Leo said, "Tell us one good reason that they should have to be here."

Mikey gulped as he readied himself to tell the tale. "Well, I took Amy back home, but her apartment was on fire, so I rescued her little sisters and I said…they could live with us." He ended laughing nervously.

"Are you crazy?" Raph yelled, "They don't belong here, Mikey!"

"Well, it looks like you're not exactly the welcoming neighbour, are you?" Amy taunted, ready to stand up for her saviour, despite her fever. She got off of his back and faced the red-banded turtle. "C'mon, man, we're tired, homeless, and you won't even help us out."

Now Raph was ready to blow his lid off. "If you ask me, a good-for-nothing kid like you deserves to live on the streets!"

Raphael was so mad now, that his fist began flying right at Amy's head. Everyone gasped at the fact that Raphael would lose his temper so quickly for no reason. It happened so fast, that they couldn't do anything. Luckily, before Raphael's fist made contact with Amy's face, Splinter stopped it with his cane.

"Raphael, enough of this!" he scolded at his son, disappointed, "Control your anger, my son. She is an outsider, but she is still in need of help."

Mikey smiled. "So, sensei, can they stay? Please?"

Splinter sighed. "If she and her family are in dire need, then they can stay."

Michelangelo was jumping for joy with Danielle and Molly, but Leonardo and Raphael were stunned by the idea. Unfortunately, whatever Splinter said goes. Amy, too was smiling, right before she fainted from her fever. Michelangelo and Amy's sisters gasped, but luckily, Donatello managed to catch her and set her on Mikey's bed.

"She shouldn't have been running around like that," the brainy turtle said, "But with the right treatment, she'll be good as new tomorrow."

Mikey sighed in relief. "Phew, that's good," Then, he took the hands of the little girls. "C'mon, I'll show you around the layer. I'll let you play some of my games, but don't erase my files or beat any of my scores."

The little girls cheered as Michelangelo took them out of his room and out into their lair. Leonardo, Raphael, and Splinter left his room after him, still feeling uneasy about Amy and her sisters living in their lair, while Donatello continued to look after Amy and her high fever.

After Don made her take some medicine, she slept away and thought about Michelangelo. She wasn't sure why, but since she had met him, the large wound in her heart that her sisters' love was trying to heal wasn't feeling as hurtful anymore. Perhaps Michelangelo was the one to help fill that void in. So she decided that maybe it was time to talk about her past in a long time since it happened. Of course, she didn't know why she would do that. Maybe his laid-back attitude was rubbing off a bit on her. And for the first time in a long time, she smiled as she slept—not a big smile, but still a smile.

Smith felt like he could go out on an all-killing spree. He grumbled in the chair of the dark office as he waited for an answer from his former boss. He couldn't believe the three Laine girls had escaped that easily. He knew the boss's answer would be far from easy-going.

Hun had turned his chair back around to face Smith, once known as "Diablo" of the Purple Dragons. He was angered by the fact that the three out of four daughters of Andrew Laine had escaped unharmed, foiling his plans for revenge.

"How could you possibly let them escape?" Hun roared at Smith as he smashed his fist nearly through his desk. "Those girls were supposed to be mine, Diablo! You were suppose to burn that apartment to the ground! And in exchange, I'd drop all of the debts you've own the Purple Dragons for years."

Smith just stared at Hun nervously. "Sir, I did as I was told. I burned down that blasted apartment, but some idiot saved them from that inferno. And when I got that second chance, someone opened the back of my truck and took them away. You can't blame that on me, sir!"

"And I suppose the government you work for had nothing to do with it? You left the Purple Dragons because you were afraid of heading back to jail, and afraid of me, but I wouldn't let you off the hook that easily. You were a coward, Diablo, and you always will be!"

"I thought killing Officer Laine and his wife would be enough revenge for you. Why do you need his daughters too?"

Hun grinned at him like the devil he was. "I want to make sure his whole entire family can stay together in the afterlife," he said evilly, "Only the blood of his whole family can satisfy my revenge."

"What about his eldest, Miss Amy Laine?"

Hun continued to grin like the devil, making Smith's skin crawl. "We know how weak her heart is. We'll just let her take her own life."

Jack Frost had certainly made it a cold nigh, even if it wasn't entirely winter yet. Amy was sitting out on the roof of the closest building next to the turtles' lair. She sat there in silence, watching the stars, with a wool coat and an orange scarf Michelangelo let her borrow. Since her fever was getting better, she was allowed to go outside for a while. Luckily, Michelangelo was just coming out to see her, with two mugs filled with hot chocolate.

"Hey, Amy," he said to her, "I got some hot chocolate for you." He handed one of the mugs to her.

Silently, she thanked him and took the mug in his hand. Luckily, her mug cooled off to a good, warm temperature while Mikey hesitated and felt the heat burn his tongue. When he was speaking with his tongue out, Amy couldn't help but laugh a little, but it wasn't much of one. Michelangelo decided to investigate this.

"Why the long face?" he asked, "I mean, I know Goths aren't all that cheerful, but you look like you're down way deep in the dumps."

"It's nothing," she said to him, feeling nervous and choked up inside.

"C'mon, Amy," Mikey whined, "You're so depressed you look like you're going to kill yourself."

She sighed. "I tried to once…"

Mikey gasped when he heard this. "Amy, I…I didn't know! Oh, geez, I am so sorry! I never should have said anything!" He began to panic and talk incredibly fast and apologize more times than Amy could count.

"MIKEY!" Amy shouted, finally making him stop.

"Sorry…" he said bashfully.

Amy took a breath in and prepared to explain. "I wasn't always this depressed. Back when I was young, I lived a pretty happy life happy life with my parents. I was really attached to them when I was little. I wanted to go everywhere they went. I still felt that way even after Danielle and Molly were born. My dad was a police officer, so I always wanted to go along with him and fight the bad guys with him."

Mikey chuckled at that, and then let Amy continue.

"But then, everything started to change. About a year ago, not too long after Sam was born, my dad and my mom were out for a trip into town, and there was a big shootout caused by the Purple Dragons. Both of my parents were their main targets. Then, after their funeral, I just felt so upset. My grades were going down, and I was getting bullied a lot. So, one day I found my dad's gun in his drawer. I aimed the gun right at my head because I just couldn't take the pain anymore, but then Molly showed me a picture she drew of all of us together, and I just…

Then, Amy burst into tears, barely able to breathe because of her sobs. Then, Michelangelo took her into her arms and ran his fingers through her raven black hair.

"It's okay, Amy," he said comfortably to her, "It's okay. You don't have to finish it for me." He was beginning to cry himself. "I know it's really hard to deal with, but you just have to remember that there are people who love you and can help you move on. Your parents are watching over you, y'know?" He soon had wiped away his own tears. "Oh, man! Now you've got me doing it."

He rocked the crying Amy slowly and gently, and soon, they were staring into each other's eyes. Amy's eyes were wet and bloodshot, but to Michelangelo, they were still beautiful. Amy couldn't tell how to feel about Michelangelo. Just looking at him made her heart feel like it was beating again. Then slowly, they moved closer to each other's faces; Amy's skin tickling when she felt Mikey's hot breath on her face.

Then suddenly, they heard something like a gunshot, and Mikey grasped his shoulder in pain. Amy gasped in shock as she saw that there wasn't any blood on Mikey's shoulder, but a tranquilizer dart. Then, as the turtle's vision begin to grow hazy and his body numb, he saw two shadowy figures take Amy away from him and into parts unknown. He'd chase after her if he could, but his body grew weak, and soon, the drugs made it hit the floor, sending him into unconsciousness.

Okay, that's third chapter, and AmyLeeFan, I am REALLY, REALLY, REALLY sorry for not updating this in a long time. I hope we can still be friends. Well, now I'm going to hide because it's a cliff-hanger(puts on protective armour she can barely move in)