(A/N: Sorry this too forever, there were some personal things happening in my life. I'll try to do better. R&R please.)
Rachel started to roll over with a groan, but suddenly yelped as pain shot through her from her wound. Pulling her from her sleep everything was a blur causing her to blink until her vision cleared. Looking around to see the same room as before; adding that with her wound proved to her that all of this has not been a series of random dreams induced by the alcohol that was consumed at the bar. Then she looked down to herself seeing that someone or thing had changed her into a pair to sweat pants and a tank top. Rachel prayed to the stars that it wasn't any of those turtles. From what she could tell they were all male, and it was to be assumed they didn't get much action, let alone have seen a woman. Grunting and gritting her teeth as she slowly sat up. Luckily, the room decided to stay still this time; which meant the loss of blood was not too great. Shivering slightly at the cold in the room, Rachel saw a sweater sitting beside the bed and grabbed. She took a deep breath and turned herself around to the edge of the bed. With a lot of effort and a table nearby; she had wobbly made it too her feet and stood for a bit as the pain passed. After location the door Rachel made her way toward it; moving slow but keeping herself up right. Upon reaching the location and opening it she poked her head out to a large circular room that branched off from a hall to a much larger room that, from what could be heard, was a recreational room filled with electronics and such. Impressed and surprised she couldn't help but stop to ogle. Moving slowly around and heading for the stares as she looked around. Apparently she was up on the second floor where there were four rooms. The one she came from was the second one towards the stares. Descending the stares was a bit slower process than normal as she held on the railing. Once at the bottom she paused hearing voices coming from the recreational room, they were more along the lines of shouting in an argument. Quietly Rachel passed through the hall to see the room was filled with old video game station, a skater ramp, a large television with a beat up sofa and comfy chair. Then off to one side was a small kitchen looking to be a mess of a house of males. And on the other side was a sliding metal door cracked open, illuminating candle light.
The four turtles were all by the sofa area, where the orange masked one and the one called Donatello sat on the sofa sharing popcorn, as the ones called Leonardo and Raphael were in a heated argument, right in front of the TV. Either the two sitting were watching the fighters or trying to watch the horror flick that was on the tube. Rachel leaned against the wall crossing her arms under her breast as she listened to the argument, which conveniently was about her.
"You're not listening to me Raph! Do you even get the danger you put our family in by bringing this woman down here?"
"Nah, Leo. I guess I'm too stupid for that! Damn it, of course I realize all that! But what the fucking hell was I suppose to do let her stay up there and bleed to death? That guy was a god fucking damn cop, with ninja training! Now how the fuck does that fit into your equations there buddy. Yeah she's a fucking bitch, but shits hit the fan and we got caught up in."
Rachel figured it was time to intervene, in her normal fashion of course. But the main thing was that she was tired of hearing only half of the story and wanted to know what the hell she was here.
"Hey, dickheads. The bitch's name is Rachel, so use it. Now mind telling me what the fuck is going on?" All of the turtles whipped around to see her standing there with surprised looks plastered on their faces. It was Raphael who soon changed to annoyance and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Well, the princess decided to join us. How's the royal bitch doing?" Rachel glared at him and flipped him the middle finger on her right hand.
"Fuck off, jerk. All I want is some questions answered; then I'll get outta your lives and won't tell a damn soul of what I've seen."
"I am afraid it is not that simple child." We all looked to see that the rat had emerged from the one room with the sliding metal door. Rachel stopped and looking at Splinter for a moment or two before nodding. Seeing as how the turtle Raphael jumped down her throat the last time she out bursted with cusses at the rat, she decided to try a new approach.
"Look… sir, I've been fucking stabbed, taken to hell knows where, freaked out but four large walking talking turtle and a giant rat. I think it's high time I know what the fucking hell is going on." The rat nodded and motioned for her to follow him into the iron door room. Glancing back she saw the turtles standing there watching them go to the room; all four with similar expressions. The rat stopped just inside of the door, setting it so that once she entered Splinter could close the door behind her. Rachel's first conclusion of the room was correct and that it was illuminated by candles. Around the room was not what she was expecting. There were Japanese tapestries all along the walls, a small coffee table in the center of the room, one pillow behind it, and four in front near the door. Off to the side was a curtain covering an opening the most likely led to sleeping area. Suddenly Rachel felt a hand on her shoulder, and she turned to see the rat there and he motioned for her to sit on one of the four pillows. In which she did to cross her legs in front of her, facing towards the one pillow which the rat was taking a seat upon. She opened her mouth to start the line of questions but the rat held up his hand.
"I do believe that it will work better if I start from the beginning, our origins, then I shall tell you what we know of your situation." Rachel shifted herself to get more comfortable, she could tell that this was going to take quite a while, but she decided to give patience a try, and nodded for the rat to begin.