A/N: Well, I decided to turn it into a story. Thanks to all of those who reviews, followed and/or faved. You don't know how much it means to me. Reviews are like candy.

Mikey hasn't seen the little girl he had save from that stray dog in over two weeks, but something inside him told him that something wasn't right. Why was she out by herself at night? Why was she filthy? Is she poor? These are the types of questions that bothered the orange-masked terrapin. He couldn't stop thinking of the poor girl that seemed to have seen too much in just a few short years, so he set out to look for the child. It took him a just one day to track her down. He decided it would have been a good idea to start looking where he had last seen the girl, and there she lay in front of him, covered in newspapers to keep warm, on the very roof top she had claimed the night she met her angel.

Mikey shouldn't have gone out alone, he knew that, but his brothers have yet to discover Mikey's little encounter with this strange girl. Mikey would tell them in time, but, right now, there is nothing to tell.

Is she homeless? Mikey thought as he stared at the young girl in front of him. He debated on waking her to ask her but thought better of it. He turned around to leave until a small voice stopped him.

"Angel?" Angel? Who's Angel? Mikey faced the small voice and put on his best smile.

"Dude, I thought you were asleep. I didn't wanna wake you," he explained.

"I only pretended to be asleep. I never sleep," the little girl said, confusing Mikey to where he had to ask.

"Are you homeless? Don't you have a family?" The little girl simplyshook her head and said, "My mother's dead, my father died before I was born. My family is dead." She sounded bitter to Mikey, which made him cringe when he realized she was homeless.

"How old are you?" Mikey asked as he sat down.

"Ten."

"What's your name?"

"Sarah."

"My name is Michelangelo, but you can call me Mikey." The little girl furrowed her eyebrows and said his name over and over again in her mind. She was very good at spelling when she went to school, so she took her index finger and scratch Michael Angloe into the dust and dirt on the rooftop.

"Kinda. More like this," Mikey said and scratched the correct spelling of his name into the dirt under hers. A ghost of a smile crossed her lips before it disappeared, but Mikey caught it. She underlined a part of Mikey's spelling of his name and pointed to her hero, pronouncing the word she had underlined.

"Angel," she stated simply. "You're my angel." The statement shocked Mikey to say the least.

"No, I'm a turtle, see?" he said then knocked on his plastron as if to prove his point.

"My mother once told me that angels walk around like us but are not like us because they are saviors… and when humans die, they become guardian angels over their loved ones. My mom and dad are my guardian angels. You are my real angel. The one that walks around like me." Mikey always knew that if he and his brothers would give humans a chance, they would accept them, but he would have never guessed that this little girl would have went as far as calling him a hero, an angel, just because he saved her from a dog. Nonetheless, Mikey couldn't say that he didn't like his knew title and smiled.

"I think I would have liked your mom," he said.

"She was an angel on earth too," Sarah told him, then coughed a couple times. There was a moment where nobody said anything until she added, "I miss her."

"Well, when you grow up, I bet you'll be an angel on earth like your mom, and I bet that you'll become a guardian angel one day too." The little girl smiled at Mikey's statement, which, in turn, made Mikey grin. Now that she emerged from under the newspapers and the surprise has left, Mikey roamed the girls body to discover how malnourished she looked, how defined the cheeks on her face were, how tight the clothes that hugged her fragile body were, and how filthy the poor girl looked. The sight of the girl in front of him saddened him. His heart just broke at the mere thought of her being on her own because fate dealt the wrong cards to an innocent ten-year-old girl. He wished he could do something to help her. His eyes lit up when his brain hatched an idea.

"Well, since I'm your angel, I guess I have a lot of work to do," Mikey said as he stood up, putting his hands on his hips in a heroic manner. "Are you hungry?" The little girl nodded, which tugged on his heart strings a bit more definitely, wondering sadly how many nights she had to go to bed without anything to eat.

Mikey knew if he brought a human into the lair and his brothers- or worse, Master Splinter- found out, he would be made into turtle soup, even if the human was a little girl that seemed to be made of glass, so he ordered the girl to wait for him where she sat. He ran home and found some left over pizza lying on the floor in their living room in its box and smelled it to make sure it was still good. He smiled and stated to himself, "Hope she likes anchovies, jelly beans and jalapeños on her pizza," and took the pizza that was still in the box it came in.

"Michelangelo?" Master Splinter's voice said before Mikey could make two steps. "What are you doing?" He hated the thought of lying to his sensei, but if he told him the truth, he might make him stay home and Sarah was counting on him; he'd promised the starving girl food and, damn it, she was going to get it.

"Oh, hi, Sensei. Um, nothing, just, uh," Mikey began before looking down at the pizza he held in his hands and grinned. "I was just having a little midnight snack. A growing turtle needs energy." Splinter looked at Michelangelo disbelievingly, petting the long string of whiskers that dangled from his chin, then offered a sigh.

"Perhaps, but sleep is the best way to replenish lost energy. Get to bed soon, Michelangelo," Splinter said as he turned around, heading back to the direction of his room. "We have training early tomorrow, my son."

"Hai, Sensei," Mikey said as he watched the silhouette of his retreating father until he was lost to the darkness, then Mikey bolted out of the lair as quietly as he could to get back to Sarah. Halfway out the door, however, he stopped and thought of how he found Sarah, covered in newspapers to keep warm, lying on the rooftop.

He ran to his room and retrieved two medium-sized blankets, one for Sarah to cover up with, one for her to sleep on so she wouldn't have to sleep on the cold hard ground, or rooftop.

As he past the kitchen, another thought came to Mikey. What if she's thirsty too? He paused a short while then dropped the blankets to gather a thermos of water for the girl. Donnie said that a human could only live 3 days without water. With the thermos filled, he grabbed the blankets and the pizza and left the lair.

The little girl devoured the only two pieces of pizza that Mikey had in the box, not complaining of the weird ingredients that layered the top as Mikey watched in silence. When she was done, she thirstily gulped the last of the water down then handed the thermos back to Mikey.

"Thank you," Sarah said.

"Hey, what are angels for?" Mikey cockily said, taking his role of hero to heart. It made him proud. Sometimes, he thought that he contributed nothing to him family other than cheap tricks and childish pranks. Sure, he only did it to make his family laugh and to lift their spirits a bit, but they just didn't get his humor. They thought he was dumb, which he was fine with. It makes the moment sweeter when he proves them wrong. Besides, he didn't want to have responsibility. He saw how it stressed Leo, his leader in the blue bandana. Don't get him wrong; some responsibility is okay. He loves helping others.

When Sarah's new bed was made and she was tucked inside, Mikey told her goodnight. She returned the farewell, calling him by her pet name for him once more, making Mikey beam. It was nice to finally have someone that was human that not only treated like a friend, like April did, but as someone he has read in his comic books; the protagonist that saves the day, whom everyone respected. Sure, Mikey knew that he was far from being the main character in his comics, but it made him feel just as heroic to have someone that counted on him, that believed in him without screaming away in terror, even if they had every right too. So it made the turtle's chest filled with pride to know that he was right, that most humans would accept them, or at least this human, and he grinned wider as he jumped off the roof into the sewers to return home, unbeknownst to either of them that they were being watched.