Yay! Chapter three! Thank you to everyone who reviewed and I'm glad you all like Reika and Sky so far.

Alright, quick note!

Writing about someone having a Boston accent... IS SUPER HARD! I'm not even sure I did it correctly. So for those who do actually have a Boston accent, I deeply apologize if I messed this whole thing up. Plus, it was a little worse cause Reika, although she does have one, doesn't have to thick of an accent. Only a few words have the accent to them.

0.0 I hope this chapter ends well.

I gasped, catchin' Raphael's head into my hands before it could hit ta floor and cause more damage then the poor guy already been through.

Oh jeez. Oh jeez, oh jeez! Um…. Uh… Oh!

Not knowin' what else I could do, I scooted forward and placed his head on my lap, hoping my knees would make at least ah decent pillow.

Some might think of this as some cute scene couples would do. It was suppose to be sweet and romantic after all.

…It was really just awkward, especially if ya just met the guy.

In silence, I slowly looked at my older sister, who had closed the front door and was starin' back at me.

We just had ta stay calm. Panickin' would do nothin'…. Panickin' would do nothin'…. Panickin'… don't panic. Don't panic! Oh what the. …shell? Turtle joke? Why not?

What the shell!

PANIC!

"Ahhh!" I screamed, wavin' my hands around frantically at my sister. "Sky! Sky what do I do!? He's unconscious! Do ya know medical stuff? Do ya?!" I cried desperately.

"No I don't know medical stuff! I have no idea what to do in a situation like this!" Sky snapped.

"Useless!" I jabbed a finger at her, pouting like a small child.

"Useless?!" she screeched. "Look who is talkin' ya Southie!" her voice cracked slightly, revealin' her Boston accent. Though it was never as thick as mine, which even wasn't as thick compared ta most, she still often hid it.

"There is nothin' wrong with that. You ahe from the South too." I pointed out.

"You 'are'," Sky corrected irritably.

I never understood why Sky hated her accent that much. Mine wasn't that bad, and neither was hers. Yet she always hated when she would slip up with it.

With a small sigh, I looked back down at Raphael.

"What about Ed? He's ah medical student. Maybe he knows?" I suggested, rememberin' how our neighbor on the floor above was currently studyin' medicine.

"I doubt he's done medical treatment on a turtle Reika! And oh, oh, don't do that!" she pointed sharply to Raph as he rested his head on my lap. "You don't know where he's been Reika. He could be dangerous and germ infested!" Sky gagged, motionin' to the mutant turtle.

…Hmm, she sort of, SORT OF, has a point.

"He's not dangerous. He just needs help!" I decided to argue anyway, wrappin' my arms protectively around Raph's head.

If Sky, the fuzz , or weird scientists wanted this turtle, they would have ta go through me first! So haha, in ya face!

"Don't hug it! Do you not see that small knife thing sticking out from his shell?!" Sky demanded, jabbing a finger at it.

"That would be called ah Sai." I corrected, examining the blade closely.

"Oh a Sai, of course. How could I not see that? That makes the whole situation so much better." Sky whirled around, lifting her phone up to glare at it.

Ah! No! Bad Sky! Bad Sky! No calling the fuzz! I'll eat ya if ya do! Ya know I will!

"Please Sky. As ya sister, I am begging ya. Please don't call the fuzz." I begged "He needs us Sky."

Slowly looking over her shoulder, Sky scowled me. I gave her the best puppy dog look I could manage, my bottom lip quivering.

I knew she probably didn't want Raphael in the house but… if we don't help the guy, who will?

Looking at the so called, Raphael, Sky examined em' closely. Seeing that his expression was contorted into that of pain, and his body, covered in a thin layer of sweat, was shackin', she sighed.

Slowly lowerin' her hand, Sky stuffed her phone back in her pocket. Knowing I was right, she folded her arms. .

"Fine." She grumbled after a few short seconds.

"Oh thank ya Sky!" I smiled, clapping my hands together with glee.

She smirked a bit, but suddenly frowned. "It's the 'police' not the fuzz." She announced.
"Ya really gonna talk ta me about this now?' I frowned.

-000-

"Has anyone seen Raphael today?" Splinter inquired, taking a quick look across the lair.

"He left a little while ago with Mickey to blow off some steam and go on patrol." Donnie answered, barely looking up from the small contraption he was working on.

"How long ago was that?" April asked, stepping out from behind Splinter. She had promised Mickey that right after her training with Splinter she would play his new video game with him.

Donnie paused straightening ever so slightly in the presence of April and looking towards the clock. "…Two hours ago, I think." He frowned.

"Knowing Raph, they probably stopped to pick a fight with the Purple Dragons." Leo sighed, slowly rising to his feet, reluctant to pause his Space Heroes show.

There was a silence as the three young teens turned to their master, who was running his fingers down his beard in thought. He seemed restless, as if something was bugging him.

"Are you alright Master Splinter?' April asked softly.

"I have a very grave feeling about this." Master Splinter admitted. "Leonardo." He lifted his head, calling the oldest of the four brothers up.

"Hai Sensei?" Leo quickly approached.

"I feel as though your brothers may be in need of assistance. Go and fetch them with Donatello."

Donnie sighed, placing his device back on the table. He would just have to wait till they got back to finish it.

"Hai sensei." The two said with a nod, turning to run to the sewer lines. Just as the two had begun to run forward, Mickey wildly appeared, tripping over the bars and landing on his face.

"Guys!" he screamed desperately, forcing himself to his feet to run to his third eldest brother.

"Mikey!" the room gasped at Mikey's bruised and beaten appearance. Rushing forward, Donnie caught Mikey in his arms just as he collapsed. Lifting his baby brother up, Donnie was grateful when Leo suddenly appeared at his side to help bring Mikey to the couch.

"What the shell happened? Who did this to you?' Leo demanded as Splinter approached.

"The foot ninjas… There were so many… and DogPound was with them." Mickey began to wildly explain, struggling to catch his breath.

Splinter frowned at this. Had his son run all the way here?

"Michelangelo, where is your brother?" Splinter placed a comforting hand on his son's shoulder, hoping to calm him down.

"I-I don't know. We were having this race back home when the foot attacked. He told me to run ahead and that he would catch up." Mikey paused, recalling how he had barely gotten away from the miniature army alive. "B-But… he didn't!" Mikey sniffled. "He didn't catch up with me!"

"You mean he is still out there?!" April gasped.

"We have to go get him. We have to Leo!" Mikey insisted, grabbing his eldest brother's arm.

"We will Mikey. Were did you last see Raph?" Leo said solemnly, squeezing Mikey's hand assuringly. .

"Right above Mr. Murakami's place. We were planning on grabbing some Sushi Pizza."

Leo nodded, turning to Donnie and Master Splinter. "Let's move Donnie."

The third eldest nodded, rushing to the couch to grab his Bo Staff.
"I'm coming too!" Mikey squeaked, jumping to his feet.

"Mikey no." Leo placed his hand on Mikey's shoulder, hoping to push him back down. The youngest refused, hitting Leo's hand away.

"I wanna find Raph!" Mikey yelled.

"Mikey-" Leo sighed. "You're hurt."

"He is right Michelangelo." Splinter stepped forward. "You will be more helpful if you stay here. You're brothers will find Raphael." Splinter gently pushed Mikey back down, who stared up at him like a lost child.
"B-But-" his bottom lip quivered.
"It is alright my son." Their master caressed the top of his bald head. "Believe in your older brothers."

The orange banded turtle sniffled again, looking to his older brothers, who nodded to him.

"I'll come too." April announced, rushing to stand beside them. "Three will be faster in the search then two." She said quickly before Donnie could argue.

Knowing he wouldn't be able to convince her other wise, Donnie sighed. "Okay."

"Lets go." Leo turned to the door, his eyes narrowed dangerously. The Foot hurt his family again, and what's worse, they might have Raph.

He would find his younger brother and bring him home, even if it was the last thing he would ever do.

-RAPHAEL-

One time, when I was 12, I feel off of my hammock and smacked my head against the ground. It hurt like shell for hours; like some one was constantly flickin' my brain in different areas.

What I felt now, was nothin' compared to that.

Instead of flicking, it was as if someone was stabbing me with a knife repeatedly in the same spot, over and over again. Not to mention my ankle and side were burning.

I was sort of worried to look down, just in case they actually were.

I didn't really have time to check though, because a voice caught my attention.

"We put em' on the couch." A voice said. It was a girl's voice with a sort of Boston accent.

"That thing isn't going anywhere near my couch." Another spoke up, this one without an accent though. It was girl's voice too, but just little deeper, like she was older or somethin'.

"We ain't leavin' em' on the ground!" Boston girl argued angrily through the darkness behind my eyes.

If I could just open them to see what in the world was goin' on.

"He looks perfectly fine right where he is." The other scoffed.

"He's bleedin'!"

Are they talking to me? I'm bleeding? I began to panic, struggling to move or even just open my eyes. My body felt as heavy as lead, but I slowly forced my eyes open a crack.

"Perfect reason not to put him on our couch." My vision was blurry, barely able to make out shapes and colors. There were two people above me, arguing.

From what I could tell, it looked like they both had bright red hair.

Blinking hazily, I narrowed in on them both.

"Ya can suvive without ya couch for ah few days." The smaller of the two grumbled. She was the one with the accent. Narrowing my eyes slightly at her, my vision cleared a bit. Her face was rounded, and had a gentle sort of look to it. She had bright blue eyes and short bright red hair with a long braid on the right side of her face. She was in bulky pajamas and had a red scarf wrapped around her neck.

Why was she wearing a scarf when it was around a billion degrees in here?

"A. It is 'A' Reika." The other sighed. "No 'Ah' it is 'A'." The taller one sighed. Unlike the other, she had a much more pointed sort of face and serious, almost cold, light blue eyes. A light dust of freckles covered her cheeks, and she had her bangs dyed black, contrasting with her bright red hair. Like the younger one, this girl had braids on the side of her face, but had some of it up in a ponytail in the back.

"Don't ya judge my words." The smaller one, who must have be 'Reika', made a weird face.

"Then use normal words." The other made a face back.

"We put em' on the couch!" Reika made another face.
"No!" the other made another face.

Reika made an odd whining sound, shoving the older person, who growled and shoved her back. The two screeched at each other, slapping at each other pathetically.

"Fish face!" Reika whined.

"Brat!"

I blinked a few times, staring at them, confused. I was stuck with these two?

After a few second, I felt my body go limp again as I began to fall asleep again.

What have I gotten myself into?

So? How was it? Terrible? Did I do awful on Reika's Boston Accent? 0.0 :(

It is really hard to do. I commend all of those who can do a perfect Boston accent, because it is more complicated then you would normally think! Well, at least writing it out it is. XD Thank you again for your reviews! Hope you like this chapter!