This chapter is before Michael and Autumn got into the turtles universe. This is all in Autumn's POV and will lead up to when they meet the turtles. I hope everyone enjoys. Thank you everyone who has favorite or reviewed this story. Means a lot :)

Autumn's dream-

"Get out of the way!" Some faceless person yells at me as they push me out of their way. I stumble to the ground and sit there in the endless crowd of the hell hole, also known as school. Getting back up I keep walking but slowly the hallway turns into nothingness and I was all alone.

The blackness around me made me shiver but there was nothing scary about it. With nothing else to do or see I decided to walk around not sure where I was going. Out of nowhere there was a splash of orange all around me. I reached out and hesitantly touched it. The color turned to a dark blue with my light touch.

"Wow." I gape. Touching it again, the wall turns to a calm purple and then a bright yellow. Smiling I touch it once more and this time it turns to a passionate red. These colors didn't last long before everything was dark again. Sighing I stand in the nothingness, knowing that I was just dreaming.

"Who are you?" I jump and turn to see an outline of someone.

"Excuse me?" I asked, stepping a little closer.

"Who are you?" The figure asked once more, not moving an inch as I got closer. The only thing that stood out on this guy was his bright green eyes that made me shiver for whatever reason.

"Autumn. Who are you?" I asked. I couldn't see it but I knew the figure was smirking at me.

"You'll find out soon." He told me as he vanished into a purple haze.

My eyes snapped open and I sat up in my bed. The dream made me feel weird like something was going to happen soon but I didn't know what. Reaching for my messenger bag and got out my drawing book, along with my color pencils. Flipping to an open page I color it a little bit of orange, purple, blue, yellow and red. But the red I had did not do the vibrant color I saw in my dream justice.

The last thing I drew was the bright green eyes of the figure that asked me who I was. After I was done drawing my newest dream down I flipped through the rest of my book. On each of the pages were different dreams I've had.

On most the pages there were these weird looking robot things with these round, squishy pink things in them. And on one of the pages there is a giant rat with these warm brown eyes that made me think of my dad a little bit. The pages are filled with things like that.

I look over at my clock to see its five-thirty. Leaning against my head board I close my eyes and try to will myself back to sleep but I knew it wouldn't work after the first ten minutes and I was still awake. So I got out of bed and got dressed in my training clothes, a green tank top and black shorts. Pulling my waist long into a pony tail and pinning my bangs off to the side I head down to the dojo.

My dad had already warming up when I stepped in. He stopped his stretching and gave me a worried look.

"You look tired. Did you have another dream?" He questioned. I nod at him and grab my bo staff from our equipment. "What did you see this time?"

"Well I started out in school and then somehow I ended up in this nothingness. And then out of nowhere there are these different colors all around me. They were beautiful really but the thing that caught me off guard was this guy. He kept asking who I was and when I asked the same question to him he smirked and said that I would find out soon. And he had these bright green eyes."

"I see." Turning back to my dad I saw that he was deep in thought. He did that after I tell him of a dream I had. Walking over to him I nudge him with my elbow and smile.

"Come on old man, let's see if you can keep up with me." I tell him with a smirk. My dad smiles at me and ruffles my hair.

"You're on kid."

"Ms. Hamato!" Mrs. Turner screeched at the top of her lungs. Jumping in my seat I turn away from the window and saw that my math teacher's face was a bright pink color.

"Yes Mrs. Turner?" I asked. Giving her my best smile, her face only became a darker shade of red, which only made her blonde hair seem that much brighter. She partially stomped her way to the back row where I was sitting, she leaned down so she was straight in my face and glared at me.

"I don't care what you do when you're not in my class but you know I will not put up with someone day dreaming." She whispered through her clenched teeth. I knew why she was so mad and it had nothing to do with my day dreaming. It was because I broke her son's arm back in elementary school.

"Well sorry if I was day dreaming so loudly that you had to stop your teaching and cause a scene that is completely pointless. Because I do believe that I am acing this class." I smirk; she was more than pissed now. She grabbed my arm and dragged me out to the hallway.

"I want you to stay out here for the rest of class."

"Can I at least get my bag out of the room?" I asked. She glared at me but nodded. Walking in, I ignored the looks I was getting from my classmates and collected my things. Slinging my bag over my shoulder I made my way back out to the hallway.

Mrs. Turner slammed the door behind me and I slid down the wall. I heard different voices coming all the different rooms that didn't have their doors shut. Staring at my worn out chucks I let my mind wonder to what my dad said that morning.

"I think it's about time for a change of scenery." My dad tells me randomly while we're sparring against each other. I give him a look and almost get kicked in the side but I moved just in time. Punching his shoulder I turn around and try for his back but he blocks my attack.

"What do you mean exactly?" I question as I try to bring him down with Musha Dori. My dad jumps away from me and I run at him trying to get a punch in. He grabs my fist and right when I think he is about to win our spare he pulls me into a hug. I stand there frozen but I return his hug none the less.

"I want you to know that no matter what happens in the future that I will always love you and that you are my pride and joy." He whispered. I hug him tighter and try to shallow the lump in my throat.

"I love you to daddy." I whisper back. He pulls back and looks down at me. My dad gently kisses my forehead and softly smiles.

"Well I have some things to get done in the basement. If you need me you know where to find me." He ruffles my hair once more. I stand there frozen, watching as he leaves and closes the basement door behind him.

The school bell went off singling that it was time for us to switch classes. I stand up and brush my jacket and butt off just in case of anything being on the floor, which is a huge possibility. Walking to my locker I put back my math book and messenger bag inside and head to the cafeteria.

Like normal I have no one to walk with. I only had one true friend, Sam, the guy I broke someone's arm to protect; he left me when he grew up the summer before high school started. He grew taller, more handsome and charming. And all that together meant that he could not hangout with a girl like me.

A girl, who everyday doesn't talk to anyone, sits alone during all her classes and at lunch. Is talked about all over school about how she kills people for a living. And how she always wears ugly hoodies, old looking jackets, plan jeans, and old chucks, she also has waist long, natural brown colored hair which isn't 'like' in at all.

But all in all I'm okay with myself, even if people are afraid of me and talk behind my back all the time. It's not like anybody will ever come up to me and face me face to face. And I like old jackets I think that they have more character then a slutty looking shirt any day. So I dress comfy and I'm not in the "in crowd" and people tend to freak if I even look at them. Who knew something from elementary school could haunt someone their whole high school life.

I poked my food, not really feeling like eating. When a bunch of shadows were casted over my table, I looked up to see Sam giving me a smug look, while his clones and groupies just stood behind him like they all traveled together in a pack.

"Hey there Sam, do you want something?" I ask, smiling up at him. He scowls at me and in one harsh move shoves my tray of food onto the floor beside me. My smile disappears and I turn back to see he was sitting across from me, still wearing that smug look.

"Well I can see that the popular life hasn't changed you a bit." I tell him bitterly. Standing up I turn to pick up the mess he made.

"I want to fight you." He stated. My eyes widen and I stand back up with my tray in hand. I put it back on my table and just look at him.

"No Sam." He smirked at me.

"Why not? Is it because your dad didn't really teach you anything worth showing?" He asked. His gang just looked at him in shock. It was like they thought I would snap and deck him in the face. Picking the tray back up I walk past him, trying to not let his words get to me.

"Your dad is a worthless piece of shit! You know that?!" He yelled at me. I stopped walking, closing my eyes tightly trying to keep my temper in check. I took several deep breathes blocking out everything Sam was saying. He didn't know what he was saying he was just trying to impress his new friends.

"I can understand why your mom left you and your dad!" He shouted. That was the final straw. I turned around and saw that instead of smirking he looked nervous. I placed the tray I was carrying to the closest table to me and walked back over to him. With every step I took towards him the more scared he looked. He flipped his brown hair to the side, his brown eyes showing how close he was to shitting himself.

I stood a few inches away from him, looking up at him. My face was completely calm, not showing the storm brewing in me. I felt every single eye in the room on me and Sam. I took a deep breath and turned away, I didn't want to hurt him, for old time sake. I heard him sigh and chuckle.

"See didn't I tell you guys, she's to much of a coward to throw a punch."

"SHUT UP!" I yelled. I swung around and hit him square in the jaw. Sam landed hard on the floor and looked up at me, wiping the blood away from his busted lower lip. Rubbing my knuckles I glared at him as he pushed his self-up to his feet. Sam looks over at his new friends and smirks.

"I'm sorry Autumn but I can't hit a woman, even if you're not much of one." He joked. I run at him and punch his stomach taking the wind out of his lungs. He hunches over and holds himself. After a few seconds he composed himself and glares at me.

"You wanted a fight Sam. Here I am."

He charges at me, I easily side step him and trip him. He falls straight on his face, he gets back up and tries to punch me in the face which I dodge without even a second thought. I spin under his arm and upper cut his jaw. He is air-borne for just a few seconds but I use that chance to kick him the stomach and it sends him flying into a table, where a few girls screamed and moved away.

His limp body slumps down onto the ground. His face all bloodied up and he looked so beat up it made me realize what I had just done. I was just as bad as Mrs. Turner's kid, who is now kneeling beside Sam's battered body. It made me think that just a few short years ago that was me, comforting my friend.

"How could you do this?!" Someone shouts from the group around Sam.

"I-I'm sorry… I d-didn't mean to…" I whisper, tears burning my eyes.

"Just get out of here you monster!" I didn't wait to hear anything else I ran out of the lunch room and straight out of the school. I ran and ran until I couldn't anymore, walking the rest of the way home I had time to think about what I had just did.

Sam's eyes kept coming to my mind and it made me start to tear up. I wiped them away with the back of my jacket sleeve. About an hour later I finally made it home. Slowly walking up my long driveway I finally reach the front door. I make it inside and to the stairs when I hear my dad down stairs, the basement door is for some reason open, which hardly ever happened.

"…I see. Well I can see where that is a problem. Yes. I'm sure she's on her way….Yes I know my kid is no longer allowed on your school grounds….Yes…Okay." I hear him hang up the phone. "I know your there kid. Come here."

Sighing, I compose myself, never did my dad ask or allow me down stairs. Every step I took I became a little bit more unnerved. Finally I made it to the bottom but I didn't even notice my dad, instead it was thing sat up against the back wall.

"That was a call from the school…" I finally turn to my dad and see that his back is to me, seating in a comfy looking computer chair. "Why did you do that kid? Didn't I show you how to handle that temper of yours?"

"Yes you did and I have no excuse." I mumble. My dad turns to me but instead of looking mad or upset he seemed calm. He got up from his seat and walked over to me.

"I know you don't and I won't say I'm not disappointed but at least I know that you don't take crap from people." He put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a sad smile. "I'm glad I taught you that but you should learn when to use that temper of yours."

"I know sensei." I say, looking away from his eyes. My dad cups my chin and makes me look up at him.

"Remember what I told you this morning about a change of scenery?" He asks. I nod. "I think it's about time that we do that." He stand at my side, putting an arm around my shoulders and leading me over to the thing I was staring at earlier. It was a giant tube with a bunch of wires and things attached to it.

"What is this thing?" I whisper, stepping up to it and touch the thing lightly. My dad chuckles, he steps around me and pushes a few buttons. The thing lights up and makes a buzzing noise.

"This is our way to a different place, your original home to be exact." I step back and look up at my dad.

"What are you talking about?" I ask. Dad sighs and gives me this sad look.

"This is a transporter, it will take us back to our original universe." I shake my head and start to pace. "I know this is a lot to take in and I should have told you earlier but the truth of the matter I just couldn't. This was the only place that you were safe."

"What are you talking about?!" I shout. My dad grabs my shoulders and stops my pacing.

"Listen to me Autumn, I know this is a lot to take in but we need to go through now. I promise that everything will be fine in the end. Trust me. Please." He says reaching out his hand for mine, for some reason or another I take it and nod.

"Okay daddy."

He leads me over to the transporter and pressed a few buttons. I scream when a blinding light came over me, holding on to my daddy for dear life. In the blink of an eye it was over but we were no longer in the basement instead we were surrounded by the robots from my dreams, excepted they looked a little bit more frightening in person.

"Michael Hamato, Krang can see that you kept your promise that you made to Krang." One of them spoke up. My dad put an arm around my shoulders and smiled at the robot thing.

"Yes and I assume that you keep your end and let my daughter go free." He said. I looked up at him, in shock.

"Krang is afraid that Krang cannot honor that promise that we made to you Michael Hamato."

"What?!" My dad yelled and pulled me closer to him.

The robot talking waved to his friends and they all pulled up their guns and pointed them at us.

"Don't fight Michael Hamato, you won't win." One of the other robots said. My dad pulled me behind him and threw a few throwing stars at the robots closest to us.

"Run!" He yelled as he pulled me into a hallway. The rest of the robots were hot on our tails and some more cut us off. My dad got into a fight stance and I did the same.

"Are you ready to put your training to the test?" My dad whispered to me. I chuckled and elbowed his side.

"Do I have a choice?" I ask as I jumped out of the way of a laser gun. Dodging and weaving I was able to take a few robots out without any trouble. One grabbed at my hair which made my pony tail come out, thoroughly pissed off I grab the robot behind me and throw it into the wall. Feeling eyes on me, I turn to my left I see a giant lizard thing looking at me.

Getting into a fighting stance I charge at it ready to fight. The thing dodged my first couple of punches which angered me but got it good in the stomach with one of my more powerful kicks. It didn't last long because it dodged another one of my punches. Spinning around so I facing the things back I kicked it hard in its shell, which made the turtle I figured out, stumble forward. Spinning back around to face his front I try once again to punch him but it grabs my wrists and pulls me against his chest.

"Who are you?" He asked. I pause and look up at him. The same bright green eyes I dreamt of the last night stared back at me. My dad pulled me out of his grip and behind him. Looking around my dad I see three more giant turtles.

The one wearing a blue mask steps forward, his katanas at the ready. My dad tightens his arm around me.

"Who are you?" Asked the one in blue. No one said anything, I just kept looking between the four giant turtles, trying to figure out what was going on and I had a feeling my dad was doing the same.

"Wait…are you Hamato Michael?" Asked the smallest of the four, I feel dad tense up and I looked at the turtles shocked, after a second or two dad's grip loosened up on my shoulders.

"How do you know my name?" He asks. The one in blue, which I think is the leader, lowers his swords.

"We are Hamato Yoshi's sons." He explains. My dad glares him.

"Prove it." He orders. Without hesitating the leader pulls out one of his throwing stars and hands it to my dad. The symbol on it is a beautiful flower. Dad grazes his finger tips of the throwing star and smiles but before any of us can say anything else an alarm goes off.

"Mikey!" Yell the turtles at the smallest.

"It wasn't me!" He defended.

"Whatever! We need to get out of here!" The red one yells. The leader nods.

"Michael we know a safe way out, just follow us." He orders. Without another word my dad follows, dragging me behind me. The turtles lead us to an air vent and before I can say anything my dad picks me up, following the turtles up the air shaft.

"We need to get out of here!" The purple dressed one speaks up. My dad puts me down and sighs.

"I am sorry to say this but I can't come with you any further." My dad says. I looked up at him, shocked.

"What are you talking about?" I shout. He looks down at me and puts his hands on my shoulders.

"I made a deal with the Krang when I was younger, I told them that if they gave me what I needed to keep you safe I would come back in sixteen years and work for them." I stare at him. He kisses me forehead and softly smiles. "I'm sorry kid but I did all I can and I can't do no more."

He pulled me in for a hug and it was in that moment that he whispers so quietly I can barely hear him.

"Please forgive me." Before I can say anything I feel my dad press the pressure point on my shoulder and my world went dark.

I hope that everyone enjoyed this chapter. I know that this story is a little odd but thank you for giving it a chance. And don't worry I'll update as soon as possible.