All of them stood up instantaneously. Whatever Don was working on slipped off of his lap and fell to the ground, where they could hear it shatter, and the little pieces skittered across the floor. He didn't notice, or didn't care. They stood frozen where they were, all three of them gaping at their little brother. Well, more like staring at what he carried.

"Mikey...?" Leo repeats. Mikey looks down at the girl in his arms. "Is that...?" Leo said, to mesmerized to finish. None of their eyes left the girl.

"Yeah, It's her. Gracie." Mikey says. His eyes look up at his brothers', shining with excitement. It was as if some switch had been flipped, because suddenly they all snapped out of their frozen state. They rushed over to Mikey.

"How did this happen?" Donnie asked, amazement in his voice. Mikey shook his head.

"I don't know. I found her in the sewers, when I was getting the pizza." Mikey explained.

"My sons, what is all this commotion about?" Their sensei's voice could be heard from his bedroom door. He walked over to his sons, who moved out of his way so he could see the girl Mikey held. His brow shot up in surprise. "Michelangelo, who is this?" He asks.

"She's that missing girl, she was in the sewers. I have no clue what happened." Mikey explains. Splinter nods, stroking his beard thoughtfully.

"Come, set her down. We will wait for her to wake up." He said. He was just as surprised as his sons of her arrival, but it was his way to mask his surprise with calm. Mikey's brothers watched him dumbly as he carried Gracie over to their couch, and set her down gently. He pulled a small blanket over her. For a day in the middle of May, it was pretty cold. Everyone else walked over and found themselves staring at her.

"Another turtle." Raph said. Everyone was thinking it, but they all needed it to be said.

"Amazing." Donnie agreed. Everyone else nodded. Beautiful. Mikey thought. He didn't say it out loud, he feared his brothers would make fun of him. But, really, they were all thinking the same thing. With her eyes closed and her mouth parted slightly, breathing slowly, she looked at peace.

"My sons." Sensei said. "Let's leave her be until she awakes." He says, walking away. They realize they had all been staring, and they look up at each other. Each had an expression of wow on their faces. They all forced themselves to turn away, Leo and Raph head to the dojo, and Don heads to his lab. Mikey doesn't go far. He walk to the kitchen, and pops in a pair of toaster waffles. Once they are finished, he tops them and pulls up a chair by Gracie. He eats his food, and waits for her to wake up.

It was only about 30 minutes before she moaned and squirmed in her sleep. Mikey sat up straight, pulling himself out of his daydreams. He scooted forward in his seat and leaned toward her face, looking at her intently. It was his way of willing her to wake up. Her brow was pinched together, making her face seem a mixture of concern and determination. She whimpered in her sleep, and her hand open and closed, her long fingers grasping at the air. Mikey placed one of his fingers in her palm and pressed gently. "Wake up" He whispered. Her fingers grabbed his finger tightly, almost like a baby would do. Chills ran up Mikey's spine. Suddenly her eyes fluttered open. She squinted, looking around for a moment, then her eyes grew huge as she realized Mikey was about four inches away, staring at her. She gasped and let out a small shriek as she sat up and pushed away from Mikey, releasing his finger. She looked around wildly.

"Woah, woah, calm down, Grace!" Mikey said, holding up his hands. She looked at him with confusion.

"How do you know my name?" She whispered. Her voice was rough, and she winced as if it hurt to speak. Mikey looked at her with pity.

"You were on the news." He explained to her. "People saying you've gone missing." She looked down, and sank back onto the couch, pulling the blanket up to her face.

"It's pretty bad, huh?" She mumbled sadly. Mikey didn't answer. He wasn't sure whether she meant her turtle appearance, or the fact that she was all over TV. She waited, staring miserably at her hands, her misty eyes tearing up.

"It'll be okay." Mikey says, trying to make her feel better. He reaches out a hand to comfort her, but thinks better of it, and pulled his arm back. He can understand how she must be devastated. Being taken away from her family, friends, and everything she loved, realizing she was some kind of mutant turtle, and waking up in the house of even more of those mutant turtles. She sniffs loudly, and a tear falls from he corner of her eye. She wiped it with the heel of her hand, shaking her head.

"I'm a monster. A hideous, terrible, freak." She whispered, bringing her hands to her face. Her shoulders shook quietly as Mikey realized she was crying. He reached out, and gently took her wrists.

"Listen to me." He said. "You are not a monster, you're not hideous, and you are not bad in any way. You're absolutely beautiful, in every way." He said. She just shook her head again.

"I'm alone." She said, her hands muffling the words. This time Mikey was the one to shake his head.

"That's not true." He said. "Look at me." He pulled her hands from her face, and took them in his own, squeezing them gently. She looked up a him dismally, tears on her face. She blinked, looking at him. He was like her. She gazed into his eyes. They were bright baby blue, sparkling happiness and compassion shined from them. They managed to comfort her a little. "You see?" He said, smiling. "We are the same, you and me." He held up both of their green hands. She looked at them, a spark in her eye emerging from beyond the tears. She wipes the moisture from her face. "We may be freaks... actually, we are definitely freaks, but that makes us special, and we will always stick out for each other, right?" Mikey says, tilting his head a little and flashing his huge, goofy grin. She smiles back, it was hard not to, something about him just radiated happiness.

"See, that's better!" He cheered her, dropping her hand and wiping a tear from her cheek. "Now, do you want to meet the guys?" He asked. She frowned at him.

"What guys?" She asks.

"Oh." Mikey says. "My brothers. And my father. What, do you think I live here alone?" He laughed. She looked down. Of course she did. Was she supposed to suspect there was a whole secret colony of mutant turtles living underneath the city? He seemed to realize this, and laughed at himself. "I'll get them, wait here." He jumps up from his seat and dashes off. Gracie stares after him.

The way he acts, it seems extremely romantic. But you can tell he thinks nothing of it. He's simply helping a friend. And, he accepts her so easily. She could never get friends, even when she wasn't green, and actually had hair. But he had already practically pledged never to leave her before she even knew his name. She waits for him to return, that stranger with the orange mask and beautiful eyes. She sits herself up a bit, breathing in and out, venting the pain through her body. She wasn't quite as nauseous, but she was still extremely sore.

Suddenly Mikey reappeared, followed by three new masked turtles, and a giant rat. Gracie watched them curiously, and they seemed to watch her the same way. She felt uncomfortable in their watch, and shrank away. They all sat them selves around her, in chairs they pulled up from some kind of kitchen. When they were all situated, the turtles sitting and the rat choosing to stand, the rat stepped forward.

Gracie's P.O.V:

"Greetings." He said in a deep voice. It was kind of scratchy, the only way to describe it is to say that it sounded very... ratlike, in it's own way. "I welcome you into our humble home." I nodded shyly. "You may call me Splinter." The rat continued. "These are my four sons." he gestured at them all in turn. "Leonardo." The blue masked turtle nodded politely. It was obvious he was trying not to stare. "Raphael." He gestured to the one with the red mask, who did nothing in greeting, simply watched me. I looked to the floor quickly. "Donatello." A lanky purple masked turtle who waved shyly. "And Michelangelo." He said, gesturing to the one I had already met, who smiled brightly.

"Call me Mikey." He said. I cast him a small smile, then looked nervously at the other turtles.

"I am sure you are wondering how me and my sons came to be, but I am afraid we can not tell you that story until you have first told us yours." He stops here, and waits for my answer. I nod my head with a gulp. Pubic speaking was not my thing, and even though there was only five people here, the way the stared at me, like I was the center of the universe, made it feel like I was speaking for a country. Mikey suddenly gets up from his seat and jumps over to sit next to me. He smiles at me, and I feel a little better. I swallow, and, looking at Mikey, I speak.

I tell them my story, starting from my name, although they already knew that, ending with my being found by Mikey in the sewers. My voice was barely more than a whisper, but it seemed they could hear me fine. They listened politely. Once I was finished, the rat, Splinter, talked again.

"That is very interesting." He said. "Now I will tell you our story, and it will hopefully piece together some of yours." He tells me how they became mutants. He used to be human, like me, but his sons were originally turtles. Apparently those robot dudes were enemies of theirs, along with some other people called the purple dragons, and the foot. He told me a lot more about him. Pretty much everything that there needed to be said, and more. Once he is finally finished, I stare at him in silence.

"Wow." I manage to say. They all laugh at this. I flush, looking down.

"Awww, don't be shy, Grace!" Mikey coos, I smile. He wasn't helping, at all. I look at him, ignoring the others watching me. Suddenly my stomach rolls and I know I'm going to vomit.

Leo notices her distress and quickly grabs a trash can from behind him, handing it to me in a blur. They all look away as I hurls into the trash can. Once I am done, I puts the bin to the side weakly, looking at them with a sorry expression.

"Ah, yes. It is a very difficult transition, it's going to be this way for a little while." Splinter says, looking at me apologetically. I winces.

"Is there anything you can do about it?" I asked quietly. Splinter sighed with a sad shrug.

"I don't believe so. It will be better after a couple of days. I'm sorry to say you will just have to deal with it for the time being." He said. I hissed between her teeth quietly, nodding but not answering. Splinter looked down at her.

"I will leave you with my sons. I hope you can adjust well." He said, walking away. Raphael shoved off of his chair, and walked over to me. I found my self feeling tiny in his immense shadow. He held out a large hand. I noticed that they only had two fingers, both were much thicker than my three skinny ones.

"Call me Raph." He said. His voice was deep and had a rougher edge to it. The way he acted seemed fairly aggressive, I could guess he was a tough guy. I look into his eyes. They were a light, shining green. Almost as beautiful as Mikey's but, familiar. Alex. The thought almost shocks me. I was to consumed with the present to think of him. Alex's eyes are a little bit lighter then Raph's, and they have different colored specks that floated around them. I liked Alex's eyes better, but Raph's still look like them. Seeing his eyes both comforts me, and makes me sad. Raph cleared his throat suddenly, and I realized I had been staring. I blush and look away. I reached my hand up into his tentatively. He takes it and shakes it once firmly, then walks away.

Donatello got up next. "Donnie, or Don." He said. He didn't hold out a hand, but made a little bow. When he was finished, he looked kind of embarrassed, like he was wondering if he looked stupid. I could tell he was kind of geeky. I smiled at him, and he seemed to feel better. He smiled back at me. His eyes were a soft, shy brown. He walked off too. Me, Mikey, and Leo remained.

Donnie's P.O.V:

I think I looked really stupid. Gah! Why can't I be smooth, like Raph or Leo? Or even Mikey, how he jumps into everyone's lives and somehow manages to stick there? She seemed to like it, though. Unless she was laughing at me. But, she didn't seem like the type of girl to do that. Too sweet. Too shy. Too pretty.

These conflicts rolled around in my mind as I sorted different solutions into beakers, combining remedies. I was trying to make a cure to what Gracie was going through. It seems as though the main symptoms are pain, and nausea. But she is also very weak, and she is too dizzy to walk. I think of these things, all at the same time as I fight with myself.

Why do I feel this way? Surely I can't like her. No. I am just flustered by the fact that she is another turtle, like us. And very beautiful, no lie. But I couldn't have feelings for her, especially when we barely know her. I couldn't possibly like her. Right?

Raphael's P.O.V:

I hit my punching bag dully, then turn around and lay on my bed. I had to much on my mind. Hitting things is usually my way of calming down, of reliving stress. But now I wanted to think.

What was it about that girl? I feel weird around her. Not a kind of weird I've ever felt before. When she stared at me, I felt... embarrassed. Embarrassed? Since when do I get embarrassed, because some cute little girl is staring a me? Cute. I had called her cute. She was really pretty, I can't deny that fact. Is it possible that...? No. Well, could it be, that maybe, I like her? I groaned out loud at the thought. I can't be that weak. I rolled onto my stomach and shoved my face in a pillow. She's not even my type! Shy, scared, and so weak looking. When you looked into her eyes, you got the image of a child, a small, defenseless, child. But, Is it possible that it's all just an illusion? Could it be possible that somewhere inside she's really the badass girl I had always imagined, and somehow my mind knew it?

It's possible, but, still. How could I like her? Liking someone is for wimps. No. I didn't like her. And, if I did... somehow, I'm not going to let myself have her.

Leo's P.O.V:

"Sorry about him." I said to her, talking about Mikey, who had just walked away to dispose of her throw up. She seemed uncomfortable to have someone else disposing of her wastes, but he insisted. Her brow pinched together for a moment.

"What about him?" She asked. She spoke quietly, but because of our training, it wasn't hard to hear her. She was really shy, and I hoped to fix that by talking to her more.

"Well, you know. His over-excitement with everything." I said. She smiled and shrugged, looking at me with her large misty blue eyes.

"I think he's nice." I did notice how she only watched him this morning. Maybe she and him are a little closer, considering he found her. I smile back.

"As long as he's not annoying. If he is, please, tell us." She laughs.

"I'll do that." She seems to be loosening up a bit. Just then, Mikey walks in back in, and sits next to Gracie. He was about to speak, when Gracie let out a massive yawn, similar to the one Mikey did this morning.

"Well then! Somebody's tired!" Mikey says. Gracie blushes.

"Yeah, I actually think I want to take a nap..." Even as she sad it, her eyes began to close, and she slid down in her seat. Before either of us could respond, she was sleeping. Mikey smiled at her, and pulled the blanket over her shoulders.

"Another side effect." Mikey said. I nodded, and stood up. Without saying anything, I began to walk away.

"Leonardo." I heard Sensei call me as I was walking by his door. I stopped.

"Yes, Sensei?" I asked, my hand on the door.

"Come inside." I slid the door open, and stepped inside. It was dark, lit up by a few candles, and it smelled like incense. I could tell he had been meditating. I stopped about three paces away from him.

"Yes, Sensei?" I asked.

"Is she doing well? She is comfortable with you all?" I squinted at him curiously, though he probably couldn't see it, due to the sparse lighting.

"Yes, she has met us all, and she seems to like us all." I said, my suspicion sparked. He nods, saying nothing. "Sensei... Is something wrong?" He looked at me. The candlelight glinting off of his eyes. He deliberates for a moment, then sighs.

"The vision I had earlier..." He said, trailing off.

"Was it of her?" I translate. His head dips.

"Yes, but not only that." He says. "In my vision, she becomes a very important part of our life." I open my mouth to tell him that that is fairly obvious, but he holds up a hand, silencing me. "The thing that concerns me, though, is that I have seen you all holding her special, thinking of her as your own." My brow furrows quizzically. It hadn't seemed as though any of them thought of her as special. I mean, we all had thought of her as special. How could we not? She's another turtle. "But, unfortunately, while she will learn to cherish you all, she will only look to one of you with anything beyond friendship. This will cause conflict between you and your brothers." I looked down. The idea seems extremely possible, but, she doesn't seem like an ideal match for any of us. But, instead she's supposed to entice us all? "Leonardo." Sensei says, getting my attention again. "I just want to warn you to be careful. Don't let one girl tear apart your family." He cast me a grave look.

"Yes, Sensei." I say. I turn, suspecting that the conversation was over. "And" He says, making me stop in my tracks. "If you would, don't tell your brothers. I would prefer we kept this between us." I nod at him, and when I turn to leave this time, he doesn't object. I walk back to my room looking at the ground, my head heavy with thoughts. I think of what he said. I don't think it is really true. Sometimes Sensei does have bogus visions. But, I can't help but wonder.

The way she stared at Raphael so tenderly, her kind smile at Donatello's geeky bow, the way she warmed to Mikey, watching him and smiling at his every move. And then, me. Could it be me she falls for? Or am I one that is left in the dust? No, it must not be true. I can't have feelings for her. I think of her large misty eyes staring at me so shyly. Her quiet gentle voice, her small, frail features that move so carefully. No. I'm making myself thinking this, trying to see if it's really possible. I don't like her. I can't like her. Can I?

There you go! I little to think about! Who do you think should be hers? Who do you think will be hers? I hope you like this story as much as I like writing it, Sorry if you don't! Do you think it is a good story so far? A nice idea, plot, OC? Whatever you like, don't like, feel free to tell me! Go ahead and ask a question! I would really love it, and I will reply as long as you have an account. Thank you so much for reading! Please review! Maybe if you do, I can make the next chapter come out sooner, eh? What was that? Who said that? Some kind of bribery here? Muerherher!