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Mars - 2386

"What do you mean she just disappeared!? People don't just vanish out of thin air!" Michael Sanders yelled in frustration as the report came to him of the transport accident that had just occurred. The feeling he had earlier about not letting McCallister head the mission came back full force. Why wasn't I more insistent? Sanders slammed his fist into the chair, punctuating his own thoughts.

"I want every nano byte of information you have from the time the transporter was initialized to now. Include any diagnostics run in the past week." he barked to the lieutenant. The young officer nodded and hurried off to gather the information. Staring at the screen full of data in front of him, Sanders racked his brain for an explanation. Where'd you go, Andy?

New York - Present Day

McCallister gave a small sigh of relief as she settled herself in front of the desk in the spare room of April's apartment. Glancing around she noticed that the space looked rather lived in, more so than a normal guest bedroom might. Her guess was that the prior, and re-occurring, occupants were none other than the four turtles she had met earlier that evening.

Shaking her head with a small laugh, Andree turned back to her original task. April had been kind enough to supply the pilot with a pen and notebook for her to write a log for a future report. This, of course, was agreed only to the relief of both that it would stay under lock and key when not in use. It was for the safety of both Andy and the turtles and the secrets they had. Flipping the cover open, she began to write.

March 19, 2007

Lieutenant Colonel Andree M. McCallister

The above date is no joke. I have found myself caught in this timeline in early 21st Century New York City. My best guess is that there was a malfunction with the transporter that somehow dumped me here instead of our intended destination on Mars. It is possible for me to record this information through the efforts of a small group of individuals who came to my rescue, having seen the tail end of the transport. More background on them later, but let it be noted here that if not for their efforts my chances of survival would have been severely cut.

I find myself to be in good physical and mental health, save for a few bumps and bruises, a result of the fall I took post-transport. I am currently being housed in a small apartment in New York, under the care of a more than hospitable host. Tomorrow I shall meet again with those that found me in hopes of devising a plan of action to find the cause of what happened and eventually a way to send me back.

McCallister set the pen down and closed the notebook. Opening the bottom drawer of the desk, she slipped the pad inside, closed it, then locked it. Tucking the key away in a safe place, Andy stood and walked over to the bed which had been turned down. Slipping between the sheets she quickly fell into a deep sleep, glad to finally have some rest.

The next day

The door to the spare bedroom silently opened and a pair of feet slowly tiptoed across the threshold. Andy lay sound asleep in the bed which stood at the far end of the room. That was, until, the intruder misjudged a step, his foot coming down on a rather creaky floor board. The ninja stopped suddenly, hoping he hadn't woken the sleeping woman, then continued on once he was fairly sure he hadn't. However, he was wrong. McCallister had began waking up the instant the door opened, the process quickening at the sound of a creaky floor board.

"Mikey, what are you doing?" the terse whisper emanated from the bedroom door as Donatello poked his head inside to see what his brother was up to.

"Shhh!" Michelangelo put his finger to his mouth to quiet his brainy brother, "Be vewy, vewy, quiet. I'm huntin' wabbits!" he whispered hoarsely in his best Elmer Fudd impersonation. Donatallo didn't find this the least bit funny.

"C'mon, Michelangelo. You're gonna wake her up!" he pleaded. Meanwhile, Andree was watching the whole episode play unbeknownst to the two turtles. She watched as Michelangelo stealthily worked his way across the room. He stooped down out of sight coming back up moments later with a skateboard McCallister had seen the previous night.

"Alright, you've got what you came for, Mikey, now get out of there!" Donatello urged.

"Do you think we should wake her up? Y'know, let her know April's makin' us breakfast?" he asked Don as the two left the room.

"No, I don't think so. Right now she needs all the rest she can get. Besides, how do you know you didn't already wake her up with your little escapade…" the turtle's voiced trailed off as the door quietly clicked shut.

After a moment or two Andree opened her eyes and glanced around the room. Judging by the daylight coming through the window, it was probably close to 8, maybe 9 in the morning. She felt well rested. Sitting up in bed, Andree stretched and swung her legs over the side. Her uniform was draped across the back of a chair, but there was also a pile of clothes folded neatly sitting on the cushion.

I must have been sleeping harder than I thought. Andree mused as she walked across the room to where the clothes were sitting, taking note that April must have left them there some time last night. Making sure the door was locked, McCallister went about changing into the fresh set of clothes and soon emerged from the room to the savory smell of bacon and waffles cooking.

Emerging into the living area she noticed that only three of the brothers were there, but there was another in place of the fourth. Andree pondered the sight for a second, slowly coming to the realization that this must be the Master Splinter spoken of the night before. Not wanting to seem rude, however, McCallister continued nonchalantly to her destination.

Leonardo nodded in greeting to McCallister, but it was a rambunctious Michelangelo that voiced his pleasure at seeing their guest awake. He bounced over with a large grin on his face, but all that changed in a split second as he reverted to his martian-esque impression for last night. The grin became more lopsided as his tongue slipped out, dangling to the side and his eyes crossed as if he were staring directly in front of himself. As if on cue Mikey's head began to bobble from side to side and he started walking in a zigzag pattern toward Andy. As he came to stand awkwardly in front of her, he immediately bounced up to normal height.

"Mornin' Andy!" the large smile from before returned, "Want some breakfast? It's really good," he continued, running by her toward the dining room table where a large platter rested, "April makes all her waffles from scratch, they're great! You should try 'em!" he turned back to face her with an eager expression.

"Okay, if you insist." she said jokingly, throwing her hands in the air in surrender. Michelangelo quickly ushered her to the seat just to the left of where Leonardo was seated at the table. In an instant he had a plate full of waffles in front of her, syrup at the ready. Andree stole a glance at Leo, who just shrugged his shoulders. The flurry of action continued as Mikey got another plate ready for himself, plopping down in the chair directly across from McCallister. He looked at her in anticipation, waiting to see what she thought of the meal. At this point, Andy had a small suspicion that her new friend had very much to do with the preparation of breakfast that morning. Taking in a breath and slowly letting it out, Andy dug her fork into the waffles and took a bite. Mulling it over for a moment as she chewed, she shot a thumbs up to Mikey.

"Alright!" he jumped up, jostling the table and almost spilling the pitcher of milk, which Leonardo snatched up, not casting to much as a glance to the jubilant turtle, his eyes still studying the paper in his hand.

"Told ya she'd like it." Mikey danced over to where Donatello sat, taunting his brother.

"Michelangelo!" the abrupt noise caused all motion in the room to stop. Andree ceased chewing and even Leonardo looked up from what he was reading. Michelangelo was caught in a comic gesture having instantly responded to the sound of his name. His eyes and those of Donatello's shifted to the source of the sound. Master Splinter calmly gazed at his youngest son and sighed almost unnoticeably. Shifting his walking stick from one hand to the other, he began to speak again, this time in a more calm demeanor.

"Calm yourself, my son." The words were simple, yet had a great affect on the turtle. Slowly dropping his arms and leg from their raised positions, Mikey quietly walked back to the dining room table. Andy shot him a sympathetic look. The moment was brief, as her curiosity had been seriously piqued and concentration shifted from breakfast to the large mutated rat only a few meters from her. Sensing the shift of attention, Splinter rose from his lotus position on the floor and slowly walked toward McCallister. As he approached she stood from her chair, as did Leonardo.

"Come, my child. We have much to discuss." Andy shot a look to Leo and Mike, who just nodded, relaying it was okay to go. Turning back to Splinter, McCallister said nothing, but followed the ninja master to a quiet part of the apartment where they could talk without any interruption. Reaching the desired location, Master Splinter faced Andree and motioned for her to take a seat on a pillow, as he himself did that same. Stealing a glance around, McCallister noticed the more Japanese feel to the small alcove and assumed it was a space used often by the rat.

"My sons tell me who are not of this time?" several minutes of silence were broken as Splinter spoke in a quiet voice. His gaze fell to the face of the woman seated in front of him as he pondered her presence there.

"That is true. I came here by accident from the future. There was a malfunction in a device we use for transportation." Andree summarized the conversation from the evening before into a few short sentences, knowing Master Splinter was probably already aware of her situation.

"Tell me, what was it that you do in your time?" The question caught McCallister a little off guard and her mind flashed briefly on a statement she had made to Michelangelo. It's where I work. Obviously he had told his Master every little detail. Andree smiled briefly before choosing the words to answer.

"I serve as the Commanding Officer of an outpost on Mars. It's a small command, but it's purpose there is quite important. We are a key link and a means of defense for the colony on that planet. The outpost acts as a liaison between the citizens of Earth and other species." McCallister felt somewhat at ease with Splinter and felt comfortable in furthering her trust in this family of mutated beings and their friend. She felt, despite the training she had received, that disclosing this information would only help.

Master Splinter did not say a word as he took in the information she volunteered. His eyes closed in thought and silence grew between them. Andree's breathing became lighter as she watched him. An eternity seemed to pass by before he opened his eyes again.

"I believe Donatello may wish to speak to you further. He appears to be thoroughly interested in your situation." Andree wasn't sure, but she thought she saw a small smile creep across his face. No words were spoken again as McCallister took this as a sign she had been dismissed. Standing up, she quietly left Splinter to his solitude away from the turtles.

Re-entering the dining area, Andy was pleased to find Michelangelo happily devouring a tower of waffles, having gotten over his scolding from before. Looking away from him, she scanned the room quickly to find Donatello not too far away, fiddling with some sort of device he was holding. The words of Master Splinter echoed quietly in her head as Andy made her way across the room to where he sat.

"Is this seat taken?"

"Huh? Oh, no. Go ahead." Donatello fumbled the small electronic device, being somewhat startled at Andy's sudden appearance.

"So, what ya working on?" she leaned over slightly to get a better look at what Donatello had in his hand. Seeing her interest he held it up.

"It's a communication device, I call it a Shell Cell." he explained, offering it to her.

"Interesting…" she took up the cell and examined it closely. "Remarkable. Did you make this yourself?" she asked, handing it back to him.

"Sort of. I salvaged the parts and put it together. It was simple, really." he was about to go into further detail on the Shell Cell's creation when a knock came at the door. McCallister barely had time to register what was going on before she realized that the only two people visible in the apartment were herself and April. The turtles had vanished and the only sign any of them had been there was the half eaten pile of waffles.

"Amazing." she muttered to herself, standing up and looking around the now empty apartment. April hurried to the door, looking through the peep hole to see who it was that had knocked. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she recognized the caller and began unlatching the door.

"Casey, what are you doing here?" she fired the question at the tall man on the other side of the door. There was no time for a reply was him, as it came from another direction.

"He's with me." Andy couldn't help the slight cringe that came from the sound of Raphael's voice as he climbed skillfully through the kitchen window. Though she had no true disdain for the smart-mouthed turtle, the two did not exactly see eye to eye.

"Raph was telling me about this chick he and Leo hauled in last night. Said she fell from the sky and…" Casey's words trailed off as he caught sight of the very "chick" he was talking about. "Wow, Raph, you never mentioned she was a looker." he grinned as he spoke, all the while his eyes never leaving Andree.

"Now why would I do that?" he muttered under his breath as he climbed down from the counter. The second his foot hit the ground a cry sounded from under the cupboard, startling him.

"Case, I swear you have the worst timing! We were right in the middle of breakfast!" Michelangelo's head popped out from the cupboard drawer and right between Raphael's legs. Leonardo was the next to emerge, doing so from a corner of the living room. Donatello wasn't too far behind swinging down from the ceiling of the small hallway leading to the bedrooms.

Raphael let out a huff of air as he moved clear of Mikey before an accident took place. Not caring to deal with Casey and his sudden fascination with Andree, he trudged over to the table and sat down, taking up a plate and piling it with waffles. Mikey, having pulled himself free of the woodwork walked right in between Casey and Andree and began giving the turtle's other human friend a guilt trip. It took Jones a few moments to shift his attention to the much shorter turtle speaking to him. Didn't Raph say she was the devil incarnate? Casey thought as he silently took in Michelangelo's barrage of words.

Finally free of Casey's gaze, Andree moved out of the living room and into the dining room where Raphael sat eating what was left of the waffles. She wrung her hands nervously trying to think of what to say to him. He had, after all, been one of the two that had found her on the rooftop. The least she could do was try to make amends. Right?

"Uh, Raphael, is it?" she started.

"What do you want?" he looked up at McCallister with an obvious dislike showing in his eyes.

"I uh, wanted to apologize for the way I acted last night. You and your brother helped me a great deal and I shouldn't have said some of the things I did." her voice was a little bit stronger, but she still wasn't sure if she had worded it the way she wanted.

"Damn right." a fire flashed in Raphael's eyes as he agreed with her statement. "Leo and I drag you all the way down here, probably saving you from some street thugs, or worse, and the only thanks I got was anything but."

Way to bring home the guilt. McCallister thought, not saying anything in reply to his rant. She merely through her arms down to her sides and walked away. Anger had begun building inside of her and she didn't want any repeats of their only other conversation.. Leaving the dining area, she ran into Donatello, who had his duffle slung over his shoulder.

"Don't mind him. He's always like that." the brainy turtle offered her a reassuring smile as he checked the contents of the bag. Happy with what he saw there, Donatello moved by Andree and headed for the window. McCallister pivoted on her heel as her eyes followed him.

"Where are you heading?" she asked, curious as to why none of the others were following.

"A little scavenger hunt at the local junkyard." Don grinned and continued to make his way to the exit.

"Hey," he turned around at the sound of her voice, "Mind if I tag along? I could use a breath of fresh air." Donatello smiled and nodded in reply to her question. Taking a quick glance over her shoulder to see who was watching, McCallister slipped through the window, following Donatello as he led the way.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Didn't want to keep you all waiting too much longer for another chapter. There is plenty more to come as I have all sorts of ideas and dialogue floating through my head. For now, however, this is all I'm going to post so as not to make the chapter too long. Enjoy! And stay tuned!