I feel like it's been a while since I last updated, though I know I did it last Monday... it must just be because I've been updating my Avatar story like crazy. Hahaha! Anyway, here is the latest chapter in Amy's tale. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT or any of its characters. Amy and Gage are mine. Chris Nova belongs to Solaris Prime.

The sounds inside the apartment Gage and Amelia shared were far from harmonious. Had they not previously sound-proofed the walls—in the event their enemies found them and started a fight in their home—one would have been able to hear yelling and frustrated groans. Not a thing in the living room was moved, something Amy could be thankful for, even as she snapped at her spouse. Despite the violent backgrounds of the both of them, they never laid a finger on each other.

"I told you, Gage! I don't need to talk to some idiot with some fancy paperwork! A shrink isn't going to help me with anything!" Amelia yelled from where she stood by the couch. Gage was across the room, in front of the window. It was to keep her from running off, Amy figured. Not that she was going to back down. She was too stubborn for that. It came from growing up with Raph, Leo and Chris. Gage shook his head, as though he couldn't believe what Amy was saying.

"Can you tell me what it is you're afraid of?" he asked.

"I'm not afraid!"

"Don't give me that, Amy. I know you too well for that."

"Apparently not well enough!"

"Then what's going on with you? Are you hurting? Are you bruised? Are you broken? Well, so am I!" Amy sighed through gritted teeth, mentally exhausted. This had been going on for over an hour now, with Gage continually asking Amy what she feared about seeing a psychologist. It wasn't that she was afraid, she reasoned.

"I'm not," she whispered as she slumped onto couch. "I'm not afraid of some pencil pusher."

"Then what is it? Why won't you talk?"

"What if I say the wrong thing? What if I lose you? Or my brothers and Splinter?" Gage's eyes widened significantly and crossed the room in a matter of seconds. He was beside his fiancée with his arms around her before it even had a chance to completely register in his mind.

"Amy, you know I won't walk away."

"You say that right here, but then give it a year, or ten years, or a life. I mean… I'm so sure Chris is out there somewhere. But what if I am wrong? What if I really am losing my mind? You don't want to live with that."

"I'm holding on and I won't let you go, Amy," Gage answered softly. "If you think I don't care, then you just don't know who I am." Amy laughed in spite of herself.

"Gage…"

"Please, tell me how to help you. Tell me what to do, and I'll do it. Tell who to be, and I will."

"There's nothing you can do for me, Gage. That's just the thing."

"Then just give this thing with the psych a chance. I want you to be happy."

Amy sighed heavily, head in her hands again. "Okay. Fine. I'll try."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Splinterson. My name is Dr. Jonas Fogg. I hear you're engaged to be married," a doctor with handsome, normal-looking features said as he introduced himself. It was Amelia's first meeting with this doctor, and she figured this man took a laid-back appearance as a way to connect with his patients. She hated being thought of as a patient of this man.

"That's right. Gage and I met a year and a half ago," she answered pleasantly.

"That's a short time. Marrying so soon?"

"I'm happy with Gage. He understands me in a way most men could never. I'm in love with him. Please don't question my relationship with him."

"Does it bother you?"

"Only because I know you're trying to figure out what's 'wrong' with me, and the first thing to look at is my relationship with Gage or my family relationships."

"I don't believe there is something wrong with you."

"What do you think? Gage has no doubt told you what's been going on with me."

"No, I haven't heard. What has been going on?"

"This is the part where I pour out my heart and soul in some teary mess, right?" Amy asked rhetorically. "I'm supposed to tell you everything that has been bothering me, and you'll be able to figure out what's behind it all."

"That's not my intention for today's session. I just want to get to know who you are. Who is Amelia? What has her life been like? Who is she closest to?"

"My name is Amelia Splinterson. I grew up in a family of fighters. In my family, I am closest to my brother Raphael. Outside my family, I'm closest, obviously, to Gage. And, once upon a time, I was closest to another brother, Chris."

"Why aren't you close to him anymore?" Dr. Fogg asked.

"He's not around anymore."

"Did he die?"

"Now isn't that the question of the year?" Amy muttered.

"I'm not sure I follow."

"Something happened a couple years ago. It appeared as though Chris disappeared, but I'm not so certain."

"Do you see him?"

"On occasion, but it's more than that. Something else happened. Chris saved my life."

"After his disappearance?"

"Yeah. And I know it was him. He gave me something only he could have."

"And what's that?"

"My family was taught martial arts, and Chris used a pair of blades. I had one when he disappeared. And when he saved my life, he gave me the other one."

"Is it possible someone else had blades similar to his?"

"Not at all. Those blades were barely more than scrap metal when we found them. Chris and I weighted them ourselves. I could never forget them."

"It sounds like you were extremely close to Chris."

"He was my best friend. He was adopted into the family, but then, so was I. My four oldest brothers are the only ones who are biologically related, and they're not even related to our father."

"You grew up as an adoptive child?"

"Yeah. And I loved every minute of it. From the time I was four years old, they were my family and I loved them. Then, a few years later, Chris came into our family too. He was just under a year older than me."

"Do you miss him?"

"A little more every day."

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