Star started to run. With her left wing broken, being captured was a very high possibility. Luckily, she found a coat to hide her wings and to make sure that she doesn't try to use them. Suddenly her right arm hurt from a bullet shot that she could not dodge. Whimpering Star looked around for somewhere she could hide. Then she could see it a sewer cover. In the precise few moments that she had before the Erasers would be on her, she opened the manhole cover and dropped down. On her rough landing, she heard a snap and pain radiating from her right ankle. Biting her lip and throwing her hand over her mouth as well to keep her scream from revealing where she was. Using her water powers to recover the hole, she used the wall on her left to pick herself up. Slowly she started to walk but still biting her lip and the hand, not on the wall covering her mouth blocking the whimpers she made. She did this till the pain got to her and she collapsed. Trying but failing to get up again Star, somehow knew that she would die unless by some miracle someone would find her. *I'm sorry Aurel, mami (mommy), tătic (daddy), Max, Fang, Iggy. I guess that it is my time to go. Maybe I'll find a place for me in this heaven you all talked about. I only wished that I could find the one who brought me into this world…* Closing her eyes, and falling in the blackness, she never heard the loud voice, "MIKEY, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"

Michelangelo Hamato was running for his life from his older brother after a prank involving a cockroach. After turning a corner, still hearing his screaming brother on his tail, he tripped over something causing him to stumble and fall on the ground. Although mad at him, Raphael, went to his baby brother's side wondering if he was ok.

"Mikey, a…are you alright? Should I go get sensei?" Mikey shook his head at first then he turns to look at what he tripped over. It looked like a human with raven black hair that would have reached to their mid-back had not half of it looked burnt and was covered with dirt and grime. The person's face was a ghost white and the right ankle was twisted in an unnatural position. Although Mikey wasn't as smart as Donnie, he still knew when someone was in pain.

"Raphie, go get daddy. Tell him that someone is here, but they need help."

"Ok, Mikey." As Ralph ran to get their father Mikey walked over to the human a poked her in the nose. He was hoping for a reaction but got nothing. Sapphire blue eyes shining with worry, he looked for a reason why the girl was waking up, then he found it. On the human's right arm was a circle wound that was losing blood fast. Using some of the brain power that his brothers claim him not having, Mikey untied his mask and retied it around the wound to stem some of the blood.

"My son, where are you?" upon hearing Splinter's voice he yelled

"I'm over here daddy." Hearing the soft foot pads of his father, Mikey took the human's hand and held it in his small turtle hands.

"My son what… who have you found?"

"I... I don't know daddy. I know that the person is hurt and we can't leave them here to die!"

Yoshi looked at his son with a surprised look. But soon he realized that Michelangelo knew that he had a dangerous weapon and was not afraid to use it. As such he found himself agreeing with his youngest son (because of a DEADLY puppy dog eyes. That had his heart melting to a puddle.) that the human girl needed help.

"Of course, my son. Let us go." Splinter reached down and picked up the girl. Feeling sorry for the girl. She felt so much lighter than any of her own age should be. Sighing and praying that this will not end as bad as it could. No more than five minutes later Splinter had the young girl in the room that he designated as the boys 'sick room'. You never could be too careful in a sewer with young tots running around. Michelangelo was surprising right again, now that Yoshi had time to look at the young girl's injury, he could see that she had a broken ankle and a familiar orange bandana around her right arm. Taking it off, he could see the so painfully obvious circle.

*This, combined with the broken ankle, it is no wonder that this little girl passes out. I will have to have Donatello help me with setting her ankle. But I will need to cover this injury so that Michelangelo can have his mask back*

He heard the sound of running feet. Michelangelo ran into the room a stack of wrappings in his arms. His brothers not far behind, Donatello carefully carrying a bowl of warm water.

"Well done, Donatello and Michelangelo. I am going to need both of those items. Leonardo, please go grab some wash rags from the kitchen."

"I got them, Daddy." Raphael held up five rags, all clean. Yoshi smiled.

"Well done Raphael for thinking ahead. How about you and your brothers help clean her up while I patch her wounds up. He heard for young voices, all saying at the same exact time

"Yes sensei." The boys climbed up on the bed. Michelangelo was the first one to get his rag wet and started to wipe off some dirt on the pale face. At his first touch, the girl gasped awake and started to look around and breathing very heavily.

Star gasped awake at the touch of something cool and moist on her cheek. She wildly looked around. Was she surrounded by broască țestoasă (turtles)? And was that a giant şobolan (rat)? Oh, Doamne Dumnezeu (dear god) were they going to hurt her…. Or eat her? Star felt started to breathe harshly. She flinches when the giant şobolan (rat) reach a paw to touch her.

"It is alright, little one. We will not hurt you. We are trying to clean you up and fix your arm and foot. Afterwards, when you are healed I will take you back to the surface and so you can find your family." He had a funny way of saying his Rs but besides he showed no signs of malice toward her. Then the rest of what he said translated and she teared up. She knew that she had no family to go back to. Her old one surely had left by now and with the erasers most likely thinking that she was probably dead…. She tried to stem her tears, but couldn't.

"Îmi pare rău ... nu am ... a ... a ... (I am sorry… I don't have… a… a..) The şobolan (rat) and the broască țestoasă (turtles) just looked at her strangely. The şobolan (rat) must have gotten what Star meant because he brought himself to her eye level and looked into her eyes.

"You do have a family, don't you?" She shook her head, more tears falling down her face. "Ah, then I apologize for asking that. May we finish?" She looks at him straight in the dark brown eyes. Eyes that belonged to a şobolan (rat) but at the same time…. looked human. Star nodded in agreement. The şobolan (rat) softly smiled. "Thank you. My name is Splinter and these are my four sons Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo. What is your name?" Star bit her lip trying to think of a name. That is when she remembered the old name she went by in the flock.

"Stea (Star)" her eyes widened and she tried to get her vocals to work to speak english. "imi pare rau… I am sorry." Her accent was thick and heavy as she was trying to speak english. "My een...lis is not verry good. I meeant to say Star. I am called Star."

Splinter smiled as he watched Star finish washing her facial region. He had cleaned out the bullet wound and had wrapped it with a clean white bandage. She had her head down and was quiet after setting back her ankle in place. That as well was wrapped very tightly and set on a mound of pillows. All of his sons had given her their pillows and blankets. Splinter then looked over his precious children. All four of them didn't want to leave their new guest, having fallen asleep in the middle of washing the poor girl. She sighed heavily and without looking up said with her heavy accent, "I can… leeve… now if… tat is wat you wis …. Mister Splinter." She looked scared and worried. Splinter was shocked.

*Did the poor girl even realize that they were not going to hurt her? Oh, you poor child. Why did she think that they were going to push her away when she so obviously needed help?*

"You can stay you know. We will be happy to have you stay." Star shot her head up, a shocked disbelief all over her face.

"Oare! (really!) Do you reelly meen it?" Splinter nodded.

"Yes, I really mean it." The smile that he got was so pure that it rivaled Michelangelo's.

"Mulțumesc foarte mult! Tank you so very muc!"*

(Flashback end)