Time for a little bit lighter stuff. Hehe

I OWN NO TURTLES.

When April first met the turtles and Splinter- and accepted them- she always thought she'd wake up, and figure out it was just a dream. At first, that's what she wanted to happen, the idea of suddenly waking up and still having her job with Baxter Stockman, and normal life was a wonderful thought. After a few weeks however she found herself getting attached to the four brother mutant brothers and their father. Not only had they saved her, but they helped her out when she needed it. They were like family now, she no longer felt awkward with their appearance. Most of her free time was spent with them. Whether it was helping Donnie in the lab, or cooking with Mikey, she enjoyed every moment of it.

However, that did not mean it was easy to live with them. They were teenagers, and crazy at that. The days would be spent building, upgrading, practicing, and fooling around. Today was no different apparently thought April as she walked out of her room, only to see Raph and Mikey arm wrestling while Leo and Don looked on in interest. A slice of pizza lay on the table next to them. "What're you guys up to?" She chimed even though she already had a clue as to what was going on.

Don replied without taking his eyes off of his two competing brothers. "Whoever wins gets the last slice of pizza."

"Really? What about you two?" She asked, motioning to both Don and Leo.

It took a moment for one of them to reply, and April almost walked away, but Leo finally answered, "Well, we already lost…"

"That's not a shocker." The redhead hummed, looking at Raphael. His build was much bigger than his brothers.

She sighed softly and continued into the living room, where Splinter was watching his shows. "

The wise rat was rather drawn into his soaps and hadn't even realized she was now in the room with him. Or maybe he did and he was just ignoring her for the time being, either way she was okay with it. Now with a book in hand the redhead began to read. That's when there was a loud crash, and a groan. "What was that?!" She gasped, and spun around, staring at Mikey, who was lying on the floor next to his chair next to a Smirking Raph. She should have known she wouldn't be able to actually read when they were here. "I win."

"No fair Raph!"

"Was to fair."

"Was not!"

Splinter exhaled slowly and sent April a sympathetic look, she however smiled and shook her head, "Don't worry about it. They're teenagers!"

The both of them did their best to ignore four teens in the kitchen who were fighting over who got the last slice of pizza. Again.

It was around nine, April was sitting on the couch after just having left the shower, Splinter was in the guest room meditating, Leo, Don, Mikey, Raph and Casey- who had come over uninvited- were sitting around the television, watching some new show they had begun to air called The Walking Dead. She ran her fingers through her wet hair, watching Mikey cling to Leo as a zombie jumped in front of the screen.

"Dude! This show is awesome!"

"I can't believe we're actually wasting time watching this…" Raph huffed.

April smiled, she knew both him and Casey wanted to watch the game, but Mikey got T.V privileges tonight. "It's not that bad Raph." Don admitted, and Raphael glared at him.

"Not as good as the hockey game we could be watching." Casey shot back and Mikey huffed.

"This is so much better than that!"

April sighed and looked at the guest bedroom. She could really use some meditation right now…Knocking on the guest bedroom she waited until she heard the giant rat's soft, "Come in," before entering.

"Ah, April." He smiled and she smiled back.

"Think I can meditate with you? I don't understand how you deal with all four of them every hour of the day." She teased lightly and they both laughed.

"I find myself wondering the same thing sometimes." He laughed, and made room for her.

April spent that night meditating with the turtles' sensei.

This was supposed to be short. I like the idea of April and Splinter chillin' when our favourite turtles get a bit too noisy for April's tastes.