A/N:

Bah. My supposedly "high-speed internet" is extremely unstable. The WLAN connection keeps breaking off. And guess what? It ain't my damn computer's problem. I can't IM my best friend, so that means I have literally no one to talk to, and the only things that are keeping me from being on the brink of a brain-dead comatose due to boredom are: watching RENT, singing along very off-key to the songs, kicking around a beach ball (one of those cheap blow-up ones my former teacher gave me. Signatures from my friends scrawled all over them), and this fanfic.

ahem So, anyway, now that I've got that little rant out of my system…

Please, PLEASE R&R. I know I've been a lousy fanfic writer (with a hell of a long hiatus), but still… please? Reviews keep me and this fanfic alive, ya know. I mean, not that there's pretty much of a chance that people read this, but still. It would be appreciated… please and thanks.

Hope ya enjoy!!

Five

Holly's POV

I hate sewers. I really, truly do. They're dirty, probably full of bacteria, and not to mention bugs and rats (I've had an unexplained phobia of both ever since I was eleven).

"How's yer arm?" Raphael asked.

"Still bleeding," I reported. "Most likely infected already, and though I've lost so much blood already, I don't feel dizzy, faint, or nauseous."

He smiled wryly at me. I smiled back.

"We're almost there," he said. "Keep holdin' on, 'kay?"

I nodded.

We walked down another few tunnels, till we stopped at this huge door.

I gaped, wide-eyed, as Raph punched in a few numbers on a little number pad, and turned a few knobs. The door opened, and my jaw dropped even lower.

Raph's POV

Holly stared at our lair with eyes like saucers an' her mouth wider than dat.

"Hey, Don!" I called.

"Don?" Holly whispered.

"My brother," I explained.

"You have a brother?" she asked.

"Yea, three o' them," I replied. "Don! Where'dja go?" I called again. Ta Holly, I said, "He's prob'ly in his lab er somethin'."

She stared at me blankly f'r awhile before askin', "Lab. L-lab? You guys have a lab down here?"

I nodded. She continued ta stare blankly.

"Raph? Is that you? And… who's that?"

"Finally, Don!" I said. "This is Holly. She got a li'l hurt by some Foot."

"Um, hi, nice to meet you," he said ta Holly. "I'm Donatello, but you can call me Don. Hey, Raph, can I ask you something? Er, privately?"

"Sure," I replied. When we were in private, I asked, "What?"

"Are you sure she isn't some other sort of bad guy…er, girl?" Don asked.

"She seems okay," I shrugged. "Doesn't seem like Foot to me."

"Well, we have other enemies than the Foot," Don said, crossing his arms. "Stockman's lackeys, maybe?"

"Um, I know you guys are talking about me, and I would just like to say that I have absolutely nothing against you guys, I don't know who this Stockman is, I swear on my mother's grave, cross my heart and hope to die," Holly interrupted.

Don an' I looked at her. "Doesn't seem like tha type ta swear," I said ta Don, shrugging.

"Okay, I guess," Don gave in. "C'mon, Holly. Let's see how bad that arm is."

Holly's POV

Ow. Ow, ow, ow. Ow. Ow. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow. Ow, ow, etcetera, etcetera.

That was exactly what I was saying and thinking as Donatello (no offense to him and anyone else named that, but seriously, what kind of a name is that?) dabbed at my arm with some liquid antibiotic thing. I was pretty sure it was somewhere along the lines of hydrogen peroxide.

Either way, it stung like hell. My arm twitched every second or so in pain, and my foot tapped persistently on the ground.

"Hurts?" Don asked.

"Yeah," I said, gritting my teeth.

He dabbed at it again, and my whole body literally twitched. I was surprised my damn mutant power of control/manipulation-of-electricity-thunder-lightning-blah-blah-blah hadn't sucked up all the power in the complicated-looking machinery in Don's room/lab/place thingy. (A/N: I know on her profile it says her power is something different, but hey, I decided I liked control/manipulation of thunder, electricity, and lightning is kinda cooler.J)

"I'm surprised you're not passed out," Don remarked. "You've lost a lot of blood."

"I'm a mutant," I said, casually shrugging. "I think the mutant X-factor gene makes my body a little… er, complicated." I paused. "It's usually a good thing."

Don's eyes widened and his eyebrows (er, no eyebrows on these turtles… er, those eye-ridges, I guess) rose. "So mutants and this X-factor gene really exist?"

I nodded. "You've heard about mutants and stuff on the news and all?"

He nodded.

"How're you doing?"

I turned to the doorway. It was Raph.

"The funky antibiotics thing is making my arm sting, but other than that, I'm doin' fine," I reported. "You?"

"Whaddaya mean me?" he asked, grinning. "Last I checked, I wasn't tha one dat got stabbed in the arm."

I scowled at him, but I couldn't help but crack a smile.

Fifteen minutes later, the stinging wasn't hurting that much, and Don had bandaged up my wound.

"Thank you. A lot," I told him. "And thank you, Raph"—I said as I turned to him—"for getting me some help."

"You're welcome," Don smiled in reply.

"Nothin' to it," Raph shrugged.

"Now, if you don't mind, I have to be on my way, now," I said, standing up and stretching.

"Um, just askin'," Raph began, "yer outfit. What're ya doin' down here?"

Great. Gotta spill my damn guts. Oh well, these guys can't be that bad. After all, Raph got me help, and Don actually was the help. So I told them. My profession, Marly, Paige, Phoebe, Piper, the Stepford Cuckoos, Black Ops, occasional S.H.I.E.L.D. missions, and my current mission. The kept nodding, reassuring me I wasn't crazy, and widening their eyes very widely at the truly crazy parts, and so forth.

"So that's why I gotta go," I concluded.

They stared at me with wide-ass eyes. I raised my eyebrows, and Raph managed to say something.

"That's cool," he said, with a small smile.

"I'm glad you think so," I replied. "So, unless you'd like to come kick butt with me—'cause I'm giving you an unauthorized invitation right now—I gotta go."

Don looked at Raph. Raph looked at Don.

"Sure, why not?" Raph said.

I smiled. This day's getting more interesting and interesting by the minute.

Author's note:

Heh heh... sucked.