Decided to write a chapter today! Jeez, its been a long time old boy *fondly pets the story*- Sorry its so short!

She let the shower wash away all the grime, and the blood. There was a lot of blood, it stained the bathroom tiled a thin pink, the kind of stain that would always be there.

It didn't really matter.

Bloodstains were all over the bathroom anyway, memories of training sessions that went wrong, fights that got too intense. She sucked in a breath and held it as she pried the boot away from her skin, dried blood and dirt flaking off in every direction. Angling her leg, Rave let the hot water soak into her wounded flesh.

In the back of her mind, she knew that this was almost a guilty pleasure. Getting hurt made it feel like the old days, where they would gather together after training, smearing cold cream over bruises and applying far too many band aids to be of any help. Rave let her eyes drift shut only for a moment, before forcing them open. If she fell asleep here, she could possible bleed to death. The wound didn't look too bad, but it'd been pumping out fresh blood since-

She closed her eyes against that particular flashback. Rave hauled herself out of the tub with a wet smack, blindly hoping she hadn't awakened anyone, but to dizzy to really care. She stood on tiptoe to reach the medical supply she kept above the cabinet. Almost throwing up when the skin on her leg stretched, she gasped.

An urgent knock on the door brought her head up.

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Donny paused on the dim street before April's tiny flat, he stared hard at the roof, where a familiar shape crouched. It was a few hours before dawn, and the coming light was a sharp contrast to his black clothing.

"Come on, Don!" Mikey pulled him enthusiastically across the street. Stumbling, Don glanced down at his feet, when he looked up, the figure was gone. Mikey fumbled with the door to April's antique shop, pushing it open with the softest shove and guiding them through.

As always, the shop intrigued him. Why would anyone be interested in all this old junk, when they could by something brand new for cheaper? It didn't really make sense to him, but humans seldom did. They maneuvered through the shop easily, sliding past old chests and dusty jewelry. Ignoring the 'Do Not Enter!' sign that was a barrier keeping shoppers from entering the homely hallway leading to the steps up to April's tiny flat.

The door was open spilling lemon-colored light across the wood. The sound of April's furious voice dribbled out to them. "Well you better go find her."

Casey's deep voice sounded right after, pleading, and Don visualized an image of his arms out, begging April to acknowledge him. "Oh come on, babe!" He complained, "Rave can take care of her self, shes been out with me loads of times."

The two startled turtles watched from the doorway as April spun on him, her finger poking into his chest. "You've been out with her?? 'Loads of times'?"

Casey immediately tried to amend his mistake, begging, "You know that's not what I meant, babe!" He tried to embrace her, but she turned away with a huff. "You met her, you know shes totally not my type!"

Donny cleared his throat awkwardly, both humans finally noticed them. Mikey gave him a disappointed look, he had almost been ready to break out the popcorn. April shot him a too sweet smile, "Would you like some tea, guys?"

Trying to get over the tense silence that seemed to blanket them all, Donny gave a weak attempt at a smile, "I'd love some."

As April violently threw open the cupboard and thrust her hand in to find a mug, Mikey leapt onto one of her stools, "Soooo?" He leered at Casey, "I heard you brought a girl over?" Leaving space for Casey to tell his tale.

Casey sighed as April ripped open the tea canister with much more force than was necessary.