It has been ten months since Shen's life changed forever.

The turtles had grown rather quickly.

They already looked like they were five or six years old.

The home that they decided to call "The Lair" was looking more and more like a home each day.

Shen found a garage in the lair filled with dusty old furniture that was still good to use.

She and the turtles took the furniture out and cleaned it so well that it all ended up looking like it was only a couple years old.

Shen also managed to get paint and paint all the rooms.

Rebecca's room was red, Leonah's was blue, Dakota's was lavender and Myra's was bright orange.

Shen's room was gray.

There were so many different rooms in the lair that Shen wasn't even sure what they were used for.

She even got a kitchen and even turned one room into a dojo. A dojo!

She had started teaching her girls the ways of ninjitsu.

The turtles now wore skirts in their favorite colors.

This life wasn't so bad but it was still weird.

She was a rat girl with four mutant turtle girls calling her mommy. Shen thought that it couldn't get any weirder than that.

She was wrong...

It was the summer of August when Shen discovered something extraordinary about the turtles. And it all started with Leonah...

Leonah loved water.

She loved drinking it, playing in it and doing whatever else she could do with it.

She loved to fill the sink up with water and just wave her hands around in it and splash around.

Leonah would spend the most amount of time taking a bath.

She would manage to convince Shen and her sisters to let her stay in for another ten minutes...she always ended up having an bath that was at least two hours long...without getting pruny.

Shen just got done washing the towels and was bringing them to the bathroom, where Leonah was taking another bath.

She walked in and dropped the towels at what she saw.

"Mommy look what I can do!" Leonah exclaimed.

The water was floating above her!

With a swift movement of her hands, she moved the water around like ribbons.

Although Shen thought it was weird, she still thought it was pretty to look at.

"Leonah, how long have you been able to do this?" Shen asked.

"Just now! I don't even know how I'm doing it! It just happened!" She answered as she waved the water around some more.

"Mommy, have you seen my crayons?" Myra asked as she came in. She dropped her teddy bear and shouted.

"LEONAH'S A POKEMON!" She shouted before running out of the room.

"That's impossible Myra! I told you that Pokémon aren't- WHOA OUR SISTER'S A POKEMON!" Dakota exclaimed when she followed an exited Myra into the bathroom while being followed by Rebecca.

"Told ya!" Myra shouted.

"I am not a Pokémon." Leonah said as she splashed some water in Myra's face.

Myra giggled.

"I can't believe my big sister is a Pokémon! I gotta go tell the others!" She said as she picked up her teddy bear.

By others, she means her other stuffed animals...

After a few days, Leonah was doing well at controlling her powers.

She could use her powers on command and she could do new things: She could freeze it, turn it into bubbles, she could even pull water out of the air!

It was going pretty good.

After the discovrory of Leonah's water powers, the other turtles had made it a race to discover their own powers.

If they had any at all.

Rebecca was the most determined to come in second place.

She thought it would be totally embarrassing to have her younger sisters get their powers before her.

After a few more days, none of Leonah's little sisters found their powers.

Myra was starting to get really upset about it, Dakota had been locked up in her developing lab, and Rebecca was locked up in her dim lit room.

"What could my powers be, Angel! What if my baby sisters get powers before me! What if I don't even have any powers!" Rebecca asked Angel.

Angel was a normal, un-mutated turtle that Rebecca found a couple months ago. Shen let her keep it as her very own pet.

Angel just ate the lettuce leaf that was in front of her.

Rebecca gave her best friend a calm smile.

"Yeah, maybe I should try to calm down...I know! I'll play with my toys for a little while!" She said as she ran over to a small cabinet where she kept all her dolls.

Rebecca couldn't believe what she saw.

Some of her dolls were missing their arms and their hair was a complete mess! They had marker colored all over their faces their tiny little shoe were missing!

"Oh no! Sasha what happened to you!?" She asked her favorite doll as she picked it up. She was all sticky and her hair was chopped up.

Rebecca had a pretty good feeling of who was responsible for this...

"MYYYYYYRRRRRAAAAAAAA!" Rebecca screamed as she barged out of her room carrying her Sasha doll in her fist.

Myra was on the floor coloring with Dakota when she heard her name being shouted.

"See ya later Donna!" Myra said as she dropped her pink crayon and hid under the kitchen table.

Rebecca made it into the main room. She looked around and made an even angrier face when she didn't see the turtle she was looking for.

"WHERE IS SHE?" Rebecca shouted at Leonah and Dakota.

Dakota just looked at her older sister and Leonah did the same.

"WHERE EVER YOU ARE I WILL FIND YOU!" Rebecca then went all over the house she looked in Myra's room and in the bathroom and even down the sewers a little.

Then she went in the kitchen. She looked under the sink and then at last, she looked under the table.

"GOTCHA! Ya lil BRAT!" She said as she pulled Myra from under the table by her shell.

"Let me go Becky!" yelled Myra as she struggled to get out of her big sister's grip.

"NO! Not till ya explain this!" Rebecca said as she shoved her doll in Myra's face.

"I didn't do that!"

"Your telling me that you didn't draw all over Sasha's face and didn't mess up her hair!? LIAR!" Rebecca shouted.

"No! I did all that! But I didn't make her melt like that!" Said Myra.

Rebecca looked at her doll she had been holding the whole time.

It was turning into a sloppy mess of melted plastic and wax in her hand.

"SASHA! What have I done!?" Rebecca almost sobbed over her un-fixable doll.

Well at least she knew her powers now, heat.

"This is all your fault!" Rebecca stammered as she threw Sasha's remains on to the kitchen floor.

"How in the world is it my fault!?"

"If you didn't go mess with my stuff I wouldn't have gotten mad and then I would have never triggered my powers and Sasha would still be alive!"

"I...I'm sorry Becky..."

"No! Sorry don't cut it this time! This time, I want payback!"

Rebecca then ran to the main room and saw Myra's crayon box that Dakota left stranded in the middle of the floor to go play with Leonah.

Rebecca grabbed the small cardboard box and squeezed it.

Almost instantly, a rainbow mush of wax came oozing out of the box.

"NO STOP IT BECKY! LET THEM GO!" Myra shouted as she started chasing after Rebecca.

Rebecca threw down the now empty crayon box and marched off.

"There. Now were even..." She said with a growl.

Rebecca picked up Sasha's remains and went into her room and slammed the door.

Myra fell to her knees and started crying.

Rebecca took out the shoe box she found Angel in.

She was using it as a bed for her but she thought she would just make her a new one.

She put fake roses in it and some tissue paper.

She cleaned Sasha's face best she could but most of the marker that Myra used was permanent.

"Stupid Myra..." She mumbled to herself.

She put Sasha's remains in the box. Which was only her head, one of her arms and both of her legs.

It mad Rebecca wanna cry...

She was writing something on the box when someone came in.

"What are you doing?" Asked Tang Shen as she closed the door behind her.

"Planning a funeral for Sasha...Nobody is allowed to come but me and Angel..."

"Why just you and Angel?"

"Cause the other dolls are in intensive care and can't make it."

"Well why can't your family come?"

Rebecca didn't say anything.

"Rebecca? Was it really Myra's fault that Sasha died?"

"Yes...I mean no..."

"Rebecca, you know that your baby sister loves you very much and would never hurt you on purpose. You must understand that she just doesn't know any better yet."

"Yeah...I can't go..."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I can't go anymore. Sasha doesn't want me there, I'm the one who killed her."

"Rebecca, Sasha would have wanted you there the most. You're her best friend and she knows it."

Later that evening, Rebecca hosted the funeral and everyone went home.

"Hey Myra?" Rebecca asked when they got up the steps.

"Yeah?" Answered Myra.

"I'm really sorry for melting your crayons and for telling you that it was your fault that Sasha was dead."

"It's okay, you were just super mad about it. I get it. Sorry for messing up your dolls. Next time I will ask before touching your stuff and I will treat it the way I would want my stuff to be treated."

Rebecca and Myra smiled at each other before sharing a hug.