Author's note: Hey, guys! Sorry this chapter took so long. I got busy with other stuff and kinda got distracted. So, here it is. PS: Some of you are going to KILL me for this!

Enjoy!

It was a month after the court hearing. May's leg was almost completely healed, except for a slight limp that she would have for a while.

May was sitting on her bed, thinking about the only thing she thought about these days:

Raphael.

She hadn't seen him since before her hearing, and she hadn't heard anything, either. Donatello had phoned Casey and April two weeks ago, but May didn't know what it was about. Her parents didn't say anything about it.

May had tried to listen in on part of the conversation, but she hadn't heard enough to tell. All she knew was, her parents knew if Raphael was still alive or not, and they weren't saying anything to May.

Sighing, May stared at the mechanism around her leg. From the hearing, under Youth Justice, May had been sentenced to a year's house arrest. The band on her leg was electric, and it knew. It knew if she had it on or off. It knew if she was home or not. Even if she tried sneaking through her window, it would know she was somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. It knew the time as well, and sent out a message to the police if she wasn't at home by 7:30. That was her curfew. She wasn't aloud outside again until 8:00 in the morning.

May was sure it even knew whether she was awake or asleep. The electric band was so creepy. And, not to mention, it rubbed and chafed horribly against her leg.

"It's definitely going to be red and sore when I finally get to take this thing off." May grumbled. A sudden tapping on her window caught May's attention.

The curtains were closed, but May could see a large shape silhouetted by the street lights and the bright moon. Whoever or whatever it was kept tapping.

May cautiously limped over to the window, uncertain. The figure on the other side of the curtain shifted a little, and pulled backwards slightly from the window. She couldn't be sure, but for just a minute, the figure looked a little bit like a huge turtle.

May slowly pulled aside the curtain, her heart in her mouth. Sure enough, peering into the window was...

"Raphael!" May cried happily, unlatching the window and throwing it open.

"Hi. Can I come in?" Raphael smiled.

May nodded, noticing a huge scar on his arm as he sat down on her bed. She sat next to him.

"So, what's new?" Raphael asked, ruffling May's hair.

"See you've gotten better." May elbowed Raphael's side. Yes, she hated it when people touch her hair, but this was more of a playful elbow in the side, not defensive or fighting kind of elbowing.

Raphael nodded, still smiling. "Well, you're still limping, so you really can't have gotten better at all."

May rolled her eyes. She enjoyed Raphael's company more than that of any human, even if he did annoy her a little bit.

"So, you ended up with house arrest, huh? That sucks." Raphael's smile vanished, replaced by a look that May couldn't read, something along the lines of disappointment, but also, something else.

May nodded sheepishly. "It's really not that bad, I guess." She replied, looking down at her leg band.

Raphael took a deep breath. "May, what did you do, anyway? They don't hand out house arrest for just anything."

May coughed. "Um... Basically, I tried to steal from this old guy, and I knocked him out. Apparently, it counts for 'attempted murder'." She replied, trying to keep it a little light-hearted.

Didn't work.

"It's not a joke. If you were charged with attempted murder, they sure let you off easy." Raphael crossed his arms.

Now May could see what other look was in his eyes. She had seen it in others' fathers when they did something wrong. It was the look of "Even though you screwed up, I still love you."

She had never seen it in her own father's eyes.

May hung her head. Raphael was clearly not happy about the sentence, but he had the look that was of unconditional love. Which irked May, because if this turtle, whom she barely knew, cared about her even after everything she'd done, then shouldn't her own father? Shouldn't Casey care that way?

"I'm sorry."

The words just leaped out of May's mouth, like she couldn't control them. Like her voice was no longer her own, but some stranger's.

Raphael put a hand on May's shoulder. "Don't say sorry to me. None of this affected me." He squeezed her shoulder gently.

Something weird was going on. May's eyes were starting to tear up.

Next thing she knew, May was crying, and Raphael was holding her closer, like he was trying to comfort her.

He's hugging me. When was the last time anybody ever did that? May realized. There was something about this turtle that May trusted wholeheartedly.

Suddenly, a phone rang, breaking up the moment. Raphael answered it quickly before April or Casey could hear.

May didn't pay attention to the conversation. Not this time.

"May... I gotta go. I'll drop by later?"

"Yeah. Whenever you want."

Raphael grinned, and climbed out through the window, disappearing into the dark, cool night.

May leaned on her window sill and sighed. How she missed the cool night air, the freedom of moving in the shadows, everything that was taken away from her at the moment.

Great. 11 more months of this and I'm gonna go crazy.