Haha, okay, this is the first fanfic I ever started writing about tmnt. I started when I was thirteen, yeeee-aaaah, so, um, it's gone through quite a lot of changes, cause I was never satisfied with it…until now. So, please tell me if all my years of writing has been in vain…probably right? Heh, let's see. By the way, this is partially based off the song by Sting, you know, Desert Rose. You gotta admit, the guy writes some pretty intense songs…

Also, I don't own TMNT, or any of the songs you will see in this story, Fields of Gold and Sister Moon are owned by Sting, Just like a Star is owned by Corrine Bailey Rae and Outlands is owned by Lady Jane Grey. But my own characters are mine.

When Worlds Collide: A Ninja Turtle Fairytale

Written by AKA

Rated T for adult themes, language and violence

Part 1

"No Sweet Perfume…"

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Chapter 1

Rain Lily

Leonardo was in a forest, his eyes closed in peaceful meditation.

As he breathed in, feeling the soft wind caress his green skin, he felt at peace, utter serenity.

No one was around for miles. All he heard was the sound of the earth, the water trickling, the air moving, the trees and grass rustling. He smelled the wetness of the rocks, the dry, rich scent of the wood of the trees, the sweet perfume of the surrounding flowers, and the intoxicating scent of pure oxygen.

The sun, filtered by the trees, played on Leo's face, warming the turtle's body.

Softly, Leo breathed out.

It seemed like it couldn't get any more perfect…

Suddenly, he heard a whisper.

"Help me…"

His eyes snapped open and he looked around warily as he leapt to his feet, pulling out his blades, ready for....

No one?

His cool, golden brown eyes roving, Leo tensed, as he smelled another scent. This one was different.

It was…alive.

Sweet, yet salty, like sweat, but at the same time, laced with a perfume like lilies drenched in rainfall.

He cut his gaze to the water.

Beyond the stream, stood a vision.

A fair, pale maid stood, her blue eyes cutting into him, her expression mournful.

"Who are you?" Leo's voice surged like a growl from his chest, his face wary.

"Please…help me."

Her murmur was soft, melodious and cool as the stream that trickled by them.

She was beyond beautiful. Her skin was shimmering white; her hair was pearl white and shimmered around her like a silken cape.

Her face was elven and beautiful, her sweet, rosebud-lips satin pink and her skin shimmered with a soft, starry radiance.

But, though her form was graceful and willowy, he saw she must be a warrior, for she carried a sword, which dripped blood, he now noticed. He then noticed a dark red stain spreading beneath her ghee, and her face became, if possible, even paler then before as she swayed and then fell forward.

Leonardo was at her side, laying her down. He swallowed as her body fit perfectly into the curves of his plastron, her head resting against his arms, and she moaned, "Please…help us…you are…my only chance…."

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Leo gasped as he woke; sweat running down his forehead into his eyes.

"Gah." He muttered, as he panted, rubbing the sweat out of his eyes and then flipping the blankets off his wet body," What a…a weird dream."

It had been so real…he could still feel the girl's skin, silky soft, smell the intoxicating lily-scent and hear her gentle, musical voice plead for help.

A mass desire filled him, but he stifled it, gritting his teeth as he muttered, lecturing himself," NO, Leo, get a grip will'ya? That's never gonna happen, and it's not even possible, so don't even think about it!"

He ambled confusedly out of his room and went to the bathroom to wash his face and try to calm his breath. He looked into the mirror, gritting his teeth, he cursed the image, wishing that he wasn't a freak. His case was utterly and completely hopeless. Besides, it was a dream…and yet, he could not forget her, or the feel of her body in his arms, her scent in his nose, her eyes staring into him like twin pieces of sky.

Leo took a deep breath as he went back to his room, to meditate for a little while. Maybe that would calm the feeling he had in his stomach.

It didn't.

And furthermore, when he closed his eyes, he could see the desperation and despair that had been in those sharp, crystal blue eyes, and he could smell the intoxicating scent of rain-drenched lilies...

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