Note: The overwhelming response to the first few chapters has been amazing! Thanks so much for reading and reviewing! Honestly, I've re-written the first part of this chapter 5x over… Not liking certain details… Hope you all like the final product as much as I do!

Dis: I don't own TMNT
Warning: Sexual Content Ahead!...and maybe a dab of plot

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Raphael:

Two choppers raced side by side over the city, the constant whump of the rotor blades calming as they passed through a red zone littered with Triceraton patrols which were oblivious to their presence. The cloaking technology invented by Donatello worked well, but it didn't mute the sounds of the machine, only hid its form. Still, the advanced technology enabled them to move smoothly and a lot more silently than a normal chopper. By the time they got a fix on their position they were already gone. Raphael's knee bounced erratically as they drew closer and closer to base. He had woken up to a missed text from Alice and he had answered her right away but had received no response. He told himself that the lack of response was nothing to worry about, but that bitter fear was creeping its way into his brain, latching on with its talons.

What if she was gone? What if she decided that it was time to leave? That thought alone was as crippling as the thought of her somehow incapacitated on his base with no one the wiser. However, an update from Jake let him know she was tucked safe and sound in the quarters she had chosen for herself. Still, the need to see her grew stronger as he got closer to base and he hurriedly readied himself for the drop.

Unlatching the safety harness he stood and shouldered a parachute. Siren stood as he opened the door, the frigid air whipping multicolored strands into her face, making her scowl as she made quick work of changing her hairstyle from a ponytail to a bun. Of his team members she was the one who refused to wear a helmet, opting for a visor instead. He hated those damn things and instead relied on his instincts on the battlefield instead of some computer.

"Approaching drop zone in thirty seconds," said the pilot, a redheaded female that had a distinct accent, German most likely. Raphael watched as she flipped a few switches and noticed for the first time that she had some sort of decal of a cartoon cat with a red bow on her pilot's helmet. "Five, four, three, two…"

Raphael jumped. Usually he took his time, enjoying the rush of the air as he glided downward. This time, however, he angled his body and dove toward the dilapidated statue as if he had a horde of demons behind him. He sliced through the sky and within moments was pulling the cord to his parachute and landing easily on his feet.

Unlike Alice, Raphael had landed in a different area, and the main door opened quickly to welcome him and his team home. Armed guards kept the perimeter secure as he rushed forward, handing his used parachute to the first person he saw. He pulled off his helmet, relinquished his weapons save for the sidearm he always kept on his person, and bolted to the elevator before Siren even landed. He'd been furious with her when she told him he had gotten a message while sleeping. Upon seeing it had been Alice he'd blown up.

"Why the fuck didn't you wake me?!"

"You needed your sleep," she insisted.

"Don't forget your place, Siren," he growled. "I expect to be notified with incoming messages. This one was important!"

"It was Alice, wasn't it?"

He had nodded and understanding had dawned on her face. She promised to never let it happen again, especially when seeing the distraught look on his face when he tried messaging and calling Alice back and received no answer. Now, he punched his fist into the elevator button. A prompt for a card slide and retinal scan later and he was in the hall. He rushed to the door he knew she would be behind and pounded on it. He heard shuffling on the other end and the door opened. Damn. There she was. Her hair was different, a brilliant red that was disheveled from sleep and fell down past her bare shoulders. The scar on her upper lip, the warmth of her eyes, they were all the same.

"Raph?"

He stepped forward and cupped her face with his bare hands gently, as if she were a piece of porcelain that could break at the slightest jostle. He didn't give her or himself time to think. He just reacted. He bent, lips pressing to hers, and he was aware of her arms wrapping around him. He had no fear of her being a clone or another alternate version of the woman he loved. He KNEW it was her, his Alice, the moment she opened the door.

His lips released hers and her panted breath fluttered over his face. Eyes that had fallen shut opened and molten gold met smoky blue. He smiled at the color change of her eyes, thumbs caressing the apples of her cheeks, and she returned the smile: fingertips lovingly traveling over the place between his shoulder blades. He could feel the warmth of her touch even through his kevlar vest.

"Hi, Handsome," she said softly.

"Where have you been?" he asked, nuzzling her neck, cheek sliding over her rapidly beating pulse.

"A lot of places," she answered and he sighed as the warmth of her hand traveled over the smooth top of his head.

"Are you here to stay?" he asked, hope interlacing each word of the question.

"I'm here to stay," she answered.

"Good."

His hands traveled in opposite directions, one tangling in her hair to tilt her head back for another kiss while the other went down the curve of her back to settle at her hip. He wanted too much in this one moment. He wanted to hold her, make love to her, and ask a thousand questions at the same time. She must have reached behind him to close the door because his back was pushed into it and he groaned as her body molded into his. The hand at her hip slid back up, under the fabric of her simple tank-top, and felt the smooth expanse of her back.

Their languid kiss continued, lips reacquainting themselves with each other, and he released her hair to bring the other hand down her back. Both hands cupped her bottom and he effortlessly lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he twisted around to press her against the same door he'd just been leaning against.

"I've missed you," he confessed against her lips, her reply a faint whimper that had him pressing his hips tighter against hers, eliciting a soft moan from her swelling lips as she felt his hardening length against her. "I never thought I'd get this ever again…"

Alice:

He spoke so softly, as if afraid someone would overhear. This small little space they were curled up in, so intimate that the words touched her just as much as his hands did. She cupped his cheek, mirroring his action from before, thumb caressing it as she looked deeply into his eyes. She saw the pain and sorrow in their depths along with desire and damn it all… Love. Why was she fighting this so much? Here was a man, willing to lay it all down for her. He'd confessed as much before her departure, begged her to stay at his side. The Raphael from her world and time had held her back before, her feelings for him conflicting with the ones for this Raphael. However, that part of her past was taken care of, so... Why was there still a part of her skittish to accept him wholeheartedly?

Was she just… Broken? She'd been abandoned one too many times by friends, family, and lovers. The latest betrayal from her sister and past lover still stung. Then, a thought came to her, a thought that had her pushing back from him slightly. He frowned, eyes searching hers as she did her best to find the right words.

"Is there… Has there… Been someone else? Since me?"

"No," he said with such passion that one of her walls cracked. "There's been no one since you. Not when there was a chance you could…" He looked down, swallowing thickly. "And you?"

"A kiss," she said, and she saw his jaw tighten and tick. "With the Raphael from my world, and… Other things but we didn't… We didn't have sex. Not once."

"Good," he growled, twisting away from the wall and carrying her to the bed. Her feet went to the floor before he could drop her onto the soft mattress and she looked down and started undoing the bracers at his wrists. Hands kept busy as his gear fell piece by piece to the floor. She pressed a kiss to a new scar at the curve of his left shoulder, around the outer arm. "Triceraton had me pinned, got me with one of his horns."

"How many more of these you got?" she asked, hands re-familiarizing the feel of his scarred back while he toed off his boots.

"A couple." He brought a hand back to her hair, gripping it lightly while guiding her head to the side. She exposed her neck willingly as he pressed his lips there, loving the marked skin with his tongue and teeth. "You?"

"Got a laser to the leg," she murmured, stepping back for a moment to pull her tank top over her head. His eyes darkened when she got rid of her bra and then pulled her pants down. He rushed forward and the both of them grunted as they fell to the bed. Instantly his mouth found hers again, his hand cupping a breast before rolling her already pebbling nipple between his fingers. He fit so perfectly between her legs and though he wanted to take their reunion slow he didn't fight her when she brought both hands to the top of his pants and started undoing them. "I always loved a guy in uniform."

"Oh?" he asked.

"Hmm…"

She held her breath as his hand wandered from her breast, a fingertip swirling around her naval before dipping lower: beneath the scrap of material that was her panties to trail them down her legs. He brushed his hand over her new scar on her leg and pressed a kiss there before his lips trailed upward. Her breathing hitched as he laid a sensual kiss on her inner thigh. Her body was burning for him, a flush creeping its way over her cheeks and down her neck. She sat up and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him desperately. Hands skimmed around his torso before curling up and over his shoulders as she leaned back. His comforting weight pressed into her and she blinked, confused when it was he'd gotten his pants all the way off. However, his mouth slanted over hers once again, this time it was a deep and erotic kiss that was leaving her breathless. She opened her legs further, bringing them up so that her inner thighs embraced his sides. His strong hand moved to her outer thigh, pressing into the skin there, a sensual massage as he positioned himself at her entrance. The air around them stilled and she settled back into her pillow, brilliantly green eyes connecting with his fiery topaz. She swallowed a lump in her throat at the emotions he was instilling in her, the same emotions which were mirrored in his eyes. Finally, he pushed inside her, a slow and shallow thrust that has her hips rising to accept more. A delicious feeling of being filled and stretched hit her hard as he continued to enter her more and more.

She ran her hands down his back, thighs trembling as he picked up the tempo of his thrusts. His hands were braced on either side of her head now and she twisted around to press her lips against his wrist and he moaned, dipping his head down to kiss at her neck, up her jawline, and finally her swollen lips once more. Her tongue eagerly met his as she reveled in the feel of him rolling his hips against hers, his cock hitting her in all the right places. That slow, delicious tingle in her core started to crescendo into something more carnal. They moved as one, each battling the other to reach that sweet release. A desperate keen released from her lips as he brought a hand between their bodies and got her off by pressing into that bundle of nerves that was her sweet spot. Before she even started to come down from her high he was following behind her: pumping desperately before his whole body shuddered then collapsed on top of her, a rumbling moan signifying his contentment. He moved weakly to the side but she followed, a leg curling over his hip while she pressed her forehead directly above one of the few remnants of his shell. She lovingly pressed a kiss to the damaged plate while he pulled strands of now damp hair from her face to tuck behind her ear.

"Tell me I can stay," he murmured, half between the world of wakefulness and sleep. Alice was wide awake, but she was willing to stay, especially when she looked up and started to notice the worn lines around his eyes. "At least for a while…"

"Sleep," she whispered, fingertips brushing over his forehead, down the side of his face. "I'll be here when you wake up."

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Donatello:

"What does this mean?"

Standing in what was deemed the war room, Donatello stood at a table that had a 3-D holographic image of the destroyed city of New York. There were green markings which signified their strongholds, and red ones that charted the Triceraton forces. There were a few clusters of orange dots which mapped the patrol routes and for some reason it looked like a few of them were changing.

"They've been coming up empty-handed," said Michelangelo, his image on another screen flickering here and there. He was standing before the same map, his blue eyes troubled. "A change was bound to happen. With Tate's success in destroying the communication hub and Alice's arrival I'm sure they're getting pressure for results from other factions."

"This one here," said Donatello, magnifying an area. "Looks like they're going to be within a mile of your base."

"Guess that means we'll just have to be more careful," said Michelangelo.

"Or change locations."

"That's just as dangerous as staying," said Michelangelo seriously. "We're underground and hidden just as well as Raphael's base. We should be fine. We'll cut down on supply runs and use the access tunnels more when it comes to entering and exiting the base instead of the main building. There's a storm coming, it'll wipe most if not all the high traffic areas we use clean of any tracks."

"Hm…" Donatello studied the map once more. "If you think that is the best course of action I'll stand by you."

"Get anything off those disks?"

"Molly is still working on deciphering the data. The files she sent me thus far have looked promising." Donatello waved his hand and the map was gone to be replaced by something else. An image of what looked to be a satellite. "I'm not sure what this is. It could be anything from a weapon to something used to jam or produce a signal. Since we found it at a communications hub I'm leaning more toward that. If we can figure out how it works we might be able to use it against them."

"Good," said Michelangelo.

"So…" Donatello shifted, hands going to a stack of papers to organize them unnecessarily. "Hear from Raph yet?"

"No. He got back to base earlier in the night. At least that's what Jake told me when he returned here. I'm sure he's… Resting," he said with a wince, rubbing the back of his neck. "He's always crashed hard after a mission."

"I'm sorry," said Donatello, the sudden sadness in his voice making Mikey go a little on edge. "When Emily told me she was back I knew it would be hard on you…"

"Everyone knows how much of a love-sick fool I am, don't they?" he asked, laughing humorlessly. "You think I haven't tried getting over her? Try and tell me you'd have gotten over Emily all those years ago if she'd chosen someone else."

"I…" Donatello looked away. "I better get back to work. For what it's worth I am sorry. I hope that someday you find someone."

"I have found her," said Michelangelo sadly. "She just found someone else."

Michelangelo ended the transmission and Donatello leaned heavily against the table, head bowed. Two arms slinked around his left arm and he smiled as Emily rested her chin against his arm. He easily pulled her in against him, her warmth seeping into his shell as she burrowed in past the lab coat he insisted on wearing while on base.

"Hey, you," she murmured.

"How did it go?"

"Tate is taking it hard," she said. "I can tell, but he gave me his full report and he did good… The recent development of Alice being able to fly is quite fascinating."

"Mmm… Yes. It is."

"What do you think this all means? Her returning now of all times, with these new powers…" she trailed off, biting her bottom lip to look up at him. "Do you think there is some underlying sign?"

"Maybe," said Donatello. "But her return changes nothing. The mission remains the same."

"Yes," she said. "On that I agree."

"We have another hit planned for tomorrow," he said. "We're coordinating with Raph's base on this one."

"Not Michelangelo's?" she asked.

"Something's come up," he said, bringing the map up, and within moments Emily was updated. "Michelangelo is going to have to lay low for a while."

"His ground team is the strongest," said Emily. "We're going to need that."

"Well," said Donatello. "We now have access to a woman with superpowers. I'm sure we can think of something… If she wants to cooperate."

"Think she will?"

"Lean on her," said Donatello seriously. "Get in touch with her tomorrow, talk about what's been going on… I'm sure she'll be on board."

"And Raphael?" asked Emily. "What if he doesn't want her involved?"

"Leave Raphael to me," said Donatello.

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TBC…