Stealthy Stories

[Askre]

I'm dedicating this story to Splinter/Terran, she is one of my favorite TMNT fan fics authors. She and Green Willow inspired my to begin writing the story "Otherworldly Meetings" which this fic is a remake of. Her stories got me hooked along with GW's "Lia's Story."

This is for you Splinter. Thanks for inspiring me.

The story takes place in the Movie universe, so these are the Movie turtles. It takes place roughly three years after the first and the second movie. (Do not as usual, consider the third movie)

The timeline of this story within the Assassin series is roughly around the time of “When the assassin strikes.” So the NT-Turtles are busy encountering the assassin for the second time while this story is happening.

Disclaimer and Legal stuff:
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles®, including Raphael®, Michelangelo®, Leonardo®, Donatello®, April O'Neil®, and Splinter® are registered trademarks of Viacom International Inc. Based on characters and comic books created by Peter A. Laird and Kevin B. Eastman.

I do not own them in other words.

This story is written purely as a homage to the Teenage Mutant Turtles and not meant for any commercial profit or infringement on copyright. This story will immediately be removed if Viacom International wishes so.

The story, is copyright © 2006 by Hermann Gunnar Sigurðsson (Askre).

Other characters, including Akre, Dqrre, Rakl, Braka, Jala and Daram, Dia, Alo, Accrel, Mizuri, Kolaza, Ice and Air are © Hermann Gunnar Sigurðsson (Askre).

AU turtles in all their variety are based off the TMNT.

The species of Rytonas, rymskas, ymskas, umskas, otanis, cabbats and other off worlds, are © Hermann Gunnar Sigurðsson (Askre).

Warning: This story contains violence, some slight language and implied adult situation. If you are of a sensitive mind or easily offended then you have been warned. This story is rated PG-14

This story is canon to the Assassin series.

This story is part of the Main story line of the Assassin series but is not an official long instalment. Rather an in-between story between the 4th and the 5th long instalment

Sum: Leonardo is recovering from an attack he refuses to tell about, even Splinter. But as he is recuperating, Raphael brings something home that distracts him and his family from their current problems. An alien boy.

Chapter 1

Raphael took a deep breath where he crouched on a rooftop ledge in New York City. In one hand he was fingering one of his sai. He loved having the wind blowing freely about the dark green scaly skin, his carapace and plastron. The turtle really enjoyed watching the silent and half dark streets below him, with the occasional car or a stray pedestrian walking about.

Yet as much as he enjoyed doing this, he hadn’t really gone out for enjoyment. He simply had to go out. He was getting a little tired of how his brother was acting and just had to go somewhere to be in some peace.

Few weeks ago, Leonardo had returned home after having been gone for almost a whole day without trying to contact the lair. He would probably have been interrogated on the spot if he hadn’t been severely injured and pretty much on his last ounce of strength. His injuries were tended to and he allowed to rest. The blue masked turtle had slept for almost a whole day before finally waking up.

But when he had rested and should have felt strong enough to talk, he refused. His beak clammed shut and not even Splinter could get him to open it. Leo became very irritated if the matter was even touched on and very snappy. Don and Mikey thus eventually simply let it drop. Their old master though did try in private sometimes to have his son talk, but Leonardo simply denied all access to his memory of whatever had happened.

This had become a little frustrating on parts. Because sometimes it was as if Leo was remembering whatever happened, but as per usual refused to indulge anybody. Finally few hours ago Raph had enough and stormed out, growling that he needed fresh air.

Well as fresh as it can be in New York, the red masked turtle had thought when he had left the lair.

Dammit Leo, I’m supposed to be the stubborn one, the one not sharing what’s wrong. You’re being as stubborn as I am, the turtle thought, he was still crouched on the ledge. He wondered for a moment if he should return back to the lair. But decided against it just for a moment, the night was surprisingly peaceful and he didn’t want to face his brother just yet.

Man if Casey wasn’t on a trip I would drop by his place, he thought and dropped from the ledge. The turtle put the sai back to his belt while glancing around. Sighing the ninja decided to head home after all. He had been out for hours by now and no need have the others worry about two turtles.

He began creeping forward until he came to the ledge that would lead down into an alley. There was no indication that anybody was there who could spot him, so the turtle found the fire escape he had used previously to scale up the building. He prepared to slide silently down, but a sudden movement on the ground caught his attention. Something small had scurried into the alley. Swiftly the turtle jumped back to the roof and peered down. Just at that moment two humans appeared at the mouth of the alley.

“I think I saw him go there,” the other human said and was brandishing a tire iron as a makeshift club.

“Well then let’s get him?” his partner growled and the two humans walked into the alley.

“The boss won’t be happy that you let him escape,” the former human said as he crept closer and the other followed close behind.

“He bit me and that thing has sharp teeth’s,” the other grunted, his partner only snorted.

Raphael became very curious now. He recalled that the first movement had been of something small and possibly furry. But even for his vision, that was accustomed to dim lit environment, had not been able to see exactly what it had been. He would probably have dismissed it later as cat or a stray dog if the humans hadn’t arrived. Now the turtle was convinced it was something else.

“Where is that damn wolfoid brat,” the unarmed human said. That grabbed Raphael’s attention and the red wearing ninja took as good notes of details as he could.

That guy with the iron is obviously ready to clobber somebody with it; he is not just using it for self-defense. If he finds what he is looking for he is going to harm it, Raphael gave a slight growl, too soft and low for the humans to hear. Sliding silently down the fire escape he saw that the two men were walking further away.

“I found him,” man wielding the iron growled. He was bent over and looking at something behind the dumpster. “Now come here you ugly brat.”

“I’m going to spank the living daylight out of ya!” the other one snapped.

Raphael felt his anger rise dangerous levels. These men were going to hurt whatever was hiding, probably more terrified of them than they of it. That was pissing him off. It was also clear to the ninja that whoever they were after, did not want their company.

The man was now banging the dumpster obviously trying to scare whatever was behind it out from there. The other man kneeled and tried to reach for something. There was a muffled cry of terror. Raph was now on the ground and silently, anger boiling, sneaked closer.

“I got him,” the unarmed man shouted triumphant and there was another shriek. His partner raised the tire iron as if ready for a strike, but the club never fell.

A green three-fingered hand grabbed the wrist of the armed man and twisted it. The man roared in pain, but then a fist flew straight for his jaw clamming it shut and throwing him to the ground. His partner let go of whatever he had been trying to drag, jumped to his feet only to get a sucker-punch that threw him back to the alley floor.

This is too easy; they are no real fighters, Raph snorted at this waste of his skills and talent. The formerly armed man lay almost knocked out after the near jaw breaking punch. His partner lay further away groaning holding his stomach where the turtle had hit him. No attempts to defend them selves.

Damn wimps, the turtle shook his head.

“You two better get out of here or I’ll really lose my temper,” Raphael growled from where he stood, invisible in the shadow. The guys had only escaped his full fisted fury because the turtle wanted them off quickly, so he could see what it was they had been scaring.

The man who had been punched in the stomach wasted no words on him. He scrambled to his feet and ran off. His partner tried to rise up shouting at the other to wait. Raphael fought the temptation to drag the guy up and throw him away. Finally the disoriented human was standing and fleeing as quickly as he could. The turtle could actually hear him whine.

“Oh man, the boss is going kill us!”

Raph shook his head in disgust and crept to the dumpster. He could hear a movement behind it, something breathed rapidly and he could feel the tension and fear. Kneeling beside the large metal container the turtle peered behind it, he could see two small but bright eyes. They looked human enough but the face they belonged to was not.

“What on earth are you supposed to be?” Raphael wasn’t really sure how to address this creature. It was obviously bipedal like him. If not for the gray fur, the tail and wolfish head, the turtle could have sworn he was staring at a terrified human child.

“Hey it’s all right buddy, I won’t hurt ya,” his anger vanished; he offered carefully his hand towards the creature. But the child just tried to squeeze himself further behind the dumpster. The ninja was starting to becoming concerned; by the looks of it the child was a mutant like him.

But he can’t be that old, three maybe four years old. It’s just a goddamned toddler. I wonder where his mommy is, he reached further inside and tried to grab the wolf child. The boy gave a whimpering sound and pushed himself further away between the container and the brick wall.

But the turtle was not going to leave him there. The parents hadn’t arrived yet to clobber him or the two humans before. So it was safe to assume that they were nowhere nearby. In fact when Raph thought about it, the humans hadn’t exactly acted surprised about the boy’s appearance. They seemed to know who and what he was.

He stood up and grabbed the dumpster and started to pull it from the wall, closing for further escape behind it. Raphael could see the child better now. The boy froze in terror for a moment then scrambled to his feet and tried to dart off.

But the wolfish boy was not quick enough for the ninja. Raph quickly snatched him up from the alley ground. The child kicked and screamed but didn’t bite. The turtle had to hold him tightly with one arm around his small and fragile body and a free hand over the muzzle to keep him silent.

Right, half the neighborhood probably heard this ruckus, the turtle thought and quickly fled further into the alley and located a manhole cover. Swiftly he slipped into the sewer with the terrified child before some people arrived to investigate.

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Ah damn, Raphael looked at his soaked hand. It came from the terrified cub he was still holding in his strong arms. The child had stopped trying to struggle or scream; he was now in silent terror crying.

Raphael for one didn’t want the kid to walk in the tunnels, at least for now. It could be dangerous if you didn’t know were to step. As well the turtle wanted to walk swiftly, hoping to reach the lair as quickly as possible. He didn’t really want to deal with the child alone. He could probably figure things out with his brothers and Master Splinter.

But the cub was crying and the turtle really had no idea what to do. He tried to harden his attitude; the others were going to help him deal with this. Mikey was good with kids and Don wasn’t bad either. But then Raph almost halted, Leo’s recent behavior wasn’t exactly something a terrified kid would need to see.

Well nothing to do about that now, these guys were probably kidnappers by the sound of it, Raph growled in his mind and stopped for a moment.

I can’t blame the kid though. For all he knows I’m some big green monster dragging him to my lair in order to cook him, the ninja looked at the child and sighed. He then knelt and put the boy down to the floor, but had to grab his tiny arms as the kid tried to run off as soon as the his feet touched ground.

“Hey, hey no running here in the sewers, you could slip and fall into the stream here. It’s not deep now but can get nasty during a storm,” Raphael tried to keep his voice calm and soothing. But his hard rough Brooklyn accent really worked against him right now.

The cub didn’t try to struggle, stared at the green face sporting a red mask around his head with only two holes for the eyes. The kid shivered and not from the cold. Raphael’s brow sunk, he wasn’t sure now that this kid was a mutant. But Don would have to confirm that part.

“Look kid I’m not going to hurt you, I’m just going to take you to my family so we can help you. You probably miss your mommy and daddy and we are going to help you find them,” he said but the boy stared blankly at him. The turtle wondered if the child understood him at all.

But the Raph concentrated on trying to calm boy down. He dried the tears from the cubs face. Managing somehow not to be too forceful like his normal habit was, as he swept his palm over the wolfish cheeks. That strangely enough seemed to calm the boy. He stopped crying and shivering but still stared unsure and frightened at the large turtle.

I’m not tall for human standards but I guess I must be a towering monster in his eyes, Raphael thought and managed to produce his best friendly smile. He usually grinned or his smiles had more wicked feeling to them.

Finally Raph rose up again, picked the kid up and continued onwards. They heard a distant thunder far above indicating a storm was coming. The child now just rested up against his plastron in silence, occasionally eyeing up at the turtle.

***

“Hey Raph…” Michelangelo became silent and stared wide eyed at what his brother was holding.

“Dude, don’t tell me he followed you home?” the orange masked turtle asked pointing at the boy.

“Actually, yes he did,” Raphael said with heavy sarcasm while walking down the stairs to the main section of the lair. “Can I keep it?”

Shaking his head he put the child down. The boy was now staring at the other turtle, startled that there were more of these green things. When Raphael looked up again, Don stood now in the entrance of his subway car and as well as Master Splinter walked out of his chamber.

“Raphael?” the rat looked at his hot-tempered son calmly but his eyes said everything, Raph knew he had to explain and did so.

The whole time the wolf cub kept himself close. He was quite startled to see more turtles and now a big rat. So the child looked for the only comfort he had so far been given. Tiny arms wrapped around Raphael’s right leg and hugged tightly. The cub noticed that everybody stared slightly surprised, although the one with the orange mask seemed more amused at this turn of events.

What the hell? No one was more surprised than Raphael. He stared down at the kid who just hugged his leg tighter at the attention.

“Well, you are right Raph. We better try and find who he belongs too,” a voice addressed him.

The red masked turtle glanced towards the section that led to the dojo. In the entrance stood Leonardo and in his hands he was holding his swords. The edges of his carapace, where they peeked over the shoulders, were obviously chipped. Also a long scar went over his left cheek and down towards the throat.

The blue masked turtle was grim faced while taking in what he saw. But his features did soften a little at the sight. Raphael was not exactly the person children would run first to. Seeing the kid turning to him was a little amusing.

“We better wait though ‘til tomorrow. I heard a storm startin’,” Raph mentioned, a bit relieved that neither Leo nor Splinter wanted to talk about when he went out earlier. They could now hear the water leak more rapidly down the drains outside.

“All right, get off of me kid,” Raphael then tried to free his leg but the kid had a strong grip and was just dragged back and forth. Finally he bent down and rather forcefully removed the boy from his leg. The child stared at him confused and startled. The turtle glared around all eyes were still on him.

“Um… I mean are you hungry? Yeah let’s go to the kitchen and grab a bite,” he muttered and took one tiny hand into his. Then the turtle led the child to the opening of the kitchen that was deepest in the old Subway station.

Leonardo shook is head, the smile gone and disappeared back into the dojo. The purple masked one still stood in the doorway of his room, thinking before disappearing back inside. Splinter only nodded in approval and returned back to his chamber.

In the kitchen, Raph wasn’t sure what to offer the boy who was eyeing around. The room wasn’t much to look at. There were some electric household items the turtles had salvaged and thanks to Donatello were now in working condition.

“April came down with some food!” he heard Mikey call. “Most of it is in the fridge.”

“Alright, did she bring sodas?” Raph shouted back.

“Yep,” was answered.

The turtle opened the small fridge. It contained various food items fresh from the store. Raph looked at the wolf that stared hungrily at the food. His nose was vibrating, having clearly identified this as something you ate.

“Well are you a carnivore or can you eat anything like us? If you are a mutant then you probably can,” Raph said more to himself since he was now sure the kid couldn’t understand him. He grabbed a bread loaf and some toppings to go with it. Quickly then made two sandwiches, the whole time the child watched his every move with hopeful eyes.

After the food had been prepared, Raph took again the cub’s hand while holding the sandwiches in the other. He took the boy to the couch were Mikey was sitting and watching the TV.

“Here, sit,” Raph pointed at the sofa.

The child probably understood the gesture rather than the words and climbed into the furniture. He eyed the other turtle who had been watching them grinning. Michelangelo then turned back to the TV. The cub was handed the sandwiches and Raphael pointed at his brother.

“You stay here with Mikey,” he ordered and looked at the other turtle. “You keep an eye on him.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll just switch to the cartoon channel,” Mikey grinned wide and grabbed for the remote.

“Good excuse as any,” the orange masked turtle chuckled.

“You haven’t so far needed and excuse,” his brother shot and darted off before the other turtle could verbally retaliate.

“So what’s your name kiddo?” Mike looked down at the boy. But the kid just munched on his sandwich, staring blankly at the turtle.

“Hm,” the orange masked ninja stroke his chin a bit, learning now the same thing and Raph had. The kid didn’t talk English.

Scratching his head Mikey started to flip the channels to search for something appropriate. The boy glanced at the TV and then tilted his head a bit as the images were rapidly replaced. Finally the turtle found the right channel and put the remote on the couch arm.

“Now this is a good show,” the ninja told the boy and pointed to the television. A show with superheroes was starting.

The wolf continued to maul on the sandwich staring half confused and half in wonder at the television. He was not really making out what it was in front of him. He then eyed Michelangelo again.

The cub watched the turtle go for something with his left hand. A bowl was mostly concealed beside Mike and in it was popcorn. The ninja took a handful of kernel and proceeded to stuff it into his mouth. Noticing the attention, Mikey grabbed for the container and offered the snack to the boy. Carefully the wolf took one corn, examined it before nibbling at it.

“You’re going to be all night if you are eating like that dude, do it like this” Mikey said, chuckling when seeing how the boy ate. He then dug his hand into the bowl, grabbed as much popcorn it could handle before stuffing that portion into his mouth, munching noisily.

The whole time the boy watched him astonished. Then in a mimic motion he did the same, tried to take as much corn into his one hand and ate that. He had already finished the sandwiches.

“Now that’s more like it,” Mikey nodded in approval. He got himself some more popcorn and the two continued to watch the TV.

“Hey Mikey,” a voice interrupted them. The orange masked one turned in the couch to see Don standing in the doorway of his room.

“Yeah bro?” the sitting turtle wondered.

“You might not want to keep the TV on for too long. This could be a thunderstorm up there. If you hear thunder, unplug it,” the purple clad turtle warned.

“Aw, but what am I supposed to do if that happens?” Mike pouted.

“I don’t know, entertain the kid or something. Just unplug the TV if you hear a thunder. I’m not taking any chances with that television,” Don said and disappeared back into subway car.

Mikey turned back to face the television with arms folded and muttering something. Then he glanced at the kid who had watched the whole exchange confused. The turtle shook his head and grinned once more.

“Annoying big brothers, always telling you what to do,” he said and got himself some more popcorn.

“Do you have any brothers?” the turtle then asked the kid. Once more he only got a blank look from the boy.

We really must do something about this language barrier, Mikey thought and resumed watching the TV.

The storm continued over New York, sending heavy sky fall of rain on the city. Lightning’s flashes and thunder echoed so loud that even far down in the sewers the inhabitants could hear it.

Mike sighed heavily when the booming noise reached down to the lair. Slowly using the remote he turned off the TV. Then he rose up walked to the power cord and unplugged the set.

“There it’s unplugged, happy?” the orange clad turtle called. More booming sounds reached down. The turtle glanced up, looking a bit uneasy.

“Might as well check that we won’t flood down, sit tight little dude,” he addressed the cub.

The child watched the turtle go up the steps to the ladder that led up. The entrance on the ceiling seemed secure enough but Michelangelo climbed up, once there he opened and closed it to make sure. Then he slid down and disappeared into another part of the lair and out of sight. Suddenly all lights went out and there was dead silence. A loud curse came from somewhere in the lair.

“Don, the hell kind of a wirin’ job is this? Can’t handle a little storm?” Raph yelled.

“Hey, this is an old place you know. Don’t worry I’ll check it out. Where is the flash light?” Donatello said. His voice was much closer since he was still in his own room.

A roaring thunder echoed down in the lair and they heard a shriek. Three turtles somehow managed to stumble to the living room from various locations. At that moment power came back on.

“See, it wasn’t even my wiring at fault,” Donny looked triumphant at his angry red masked brother. “Probably just a glitch in the main grid.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever,” he snorted looking around the living room seeing the couch empty. At that moment Michelangelo came back from his checking around mission.

“Where is the kid Mike?” Raph asked pointing to the empty sofa. Michelangelo stared for a moment at the empty furniture.

“Uh, I told him to stay on the couch,” he said. The turtles then noticed that the entrance on the ceiling was open.

End chapter 1


I relocated the turtles back to the Subway lair, I originally had them out of it and in a new one. But decided to just have them in the Subway station. It really didn't add much to have them there in a new lair.
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"He never gives up!" - Storm Shadow about Snake Eyes.

[Leo Oneal]

Hmmmm.....the only reason that I could think of as to why Leo is refusing to talk about what had happened to him during those hours that he had disappeared is because of A-Leonardo .....that Leo had fought him & that A-Leonardo really hurt Leo physically, mentally, & sexually.....which part I sincerely do hope DID NOT happen!!!!! I can deal with the physical & mental abuse but never with the sexual abuse!!!!!

That little child...did A-Leonardo bring him back from one of his journeys to one of those worlds using the kmara codes?

AND

Is E-Donatello the mean boss that the 2 humans was talking about before Raph chased them away from that little child in the alley?

AND

When the lights went out in the Lair and that child disappeared I have a feeling that he ended up being fount by Leo in the dojo. Am I right concerning that? If not, then oh well.....

ASAP please write & post chap 2 so I can find out what happens next to A-Leonardo-Leo-Don-Mikey-Raph & Splinter & that precious little child.....

Great job, Askre!! Keep up with the good work!!!

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Leo is my everything for he is my eternal love. So where-ever life may take me I will ALWAYS have Leo, Don, Mikey & Raph with me deep inside of my beating heart & living soul!!!!

[Lunar-ninja]

Woo, never read this story before and I likes it! Update soon, Askre!
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[Askre]

[Askre]

As with chapter 1, there were done some changes in this chapter. Translation of the alien words, are provided on the author's note at the end.

Chapter 2

The cub ran through the wet damp tunnel. He really did not know where to run. The sudden blackout and the thundering noise had scared him badly. The unfamiliar scent, the alien surrounding both above and in the sewers were unnerving and hostile.

He slipped several times, waded trough forming puddles until he came into a very flooded part of the sewer system. There was barely a ledge to stand on and in front of him was a roaring lake. It headed swiftly into one direction and from grates above more water dripped down, adding the fuel for the stream.

The child tried to crawl sideways but his eyes were fixed on the wild water that was just few inches below. The cub was so transfixed that he failed to notice a part where water flew very rapidly down. He was coming closer to it with every tiny side step.

The boy gasped when the cold water it him. He lost his footing and fell headfirst into the stream. The child shrieked and waved his tiny arms in some desperate motion to crawl out. His feet kicked trying to find anything to stand on but the stream was deep and the cub was carried further down.

Water and darkness was everywhere and the boy tried once more to make some sort of swimming movements. But the current was too strong for him and was starting to pull him under. Desperation sank in and he tried to gasp for air, but only swallowed more water. Finally the boy started to sink but then strong hands grabbed his tiny body and lifted him up.

Raphael stood up with the crying and shivering cub. He wrapped his arms the best he could around the kid, trying to offer some comfort and security to him. The turtle breathed a sigh in relief. He had just missed it when the cub fell into the water. For a moment he feared the current would have been too fast and strong, even for him.

Yet the stream only reached the upper half of the turtle’s legs. But he could still feel some force in it. They were apparently having a very bad storm tonight. But now that he had the child, he waded straight out of this particular tunnel. The cub made no protest, just curled up, shivering, in his arms.

“What did I tell ya about runnin’ in the sewers, especially in a storm,” the turtle scolded but tried not to keep his voice too sharp. He was not amused, almost felt like spanking the boy for running into the flooding tunnels. But the ninja reminded himself also that the kid probably had no idea what was going on.

They reached the lair shortly later. But only Splinter was there, the others had not returned from their search. The rat silently handed the turtle a towel before disappearing into the kitchen.

Raphael sat down in the sofa and began drying the fur on the boy with the towel. Trying to be as gentle as possible, but forceful enough so the fur would actually dry. He then managed to remove the only clothing the child was wearing. Shorts made of some sort of leather. Since they were wet now the turtle threw them to a nearby chair. Raph then noticed that a blanket had been produced and laid on the couch. He grabbed and wrapped it around the now mostly dry child that still shivered.

“Let him drink this, my son,” Splinter appeared holding with his free hand a cup of warm tea. Raphael took it but instead of handing it to the boy, helped him drink it. His sensei had been careful to add some sweeteners to the drink so the cub wouldn’t refuse the otherwise bitter taste.

“There now young one, rest now and do not feel afraid. Tomorrow my sons will search for your parents,” the rat said smiling warmly to the child and laid his old hand gently on the wolf’s crown. This had some soothing effects and Raph who still held him felt the tense tiny body relax. Splinter nodded and with the support of this walking stick left the two be.

“So you have found him,” Leonardo returned to the lair shortly later and behind him was a very regretful Mike; he sighed in relief when seeing the kid.

“Yeah he decided to take a little swim,” Raph now smirked and put the boy down on the sofa beside him. Donatello came running and the turtles gathered around.

“You gave us bit of a scare now buddy,” Mikey said as he kneeled beside the sofa. Raph shoot him a glance.

“Of course he wouldn’t have probably gone if you had watched him like I told ya to,” he growled.

Mike winched and smiled uneasily, but his red clad brother said no more. Don started to look at the cub more attentively and sat down in a chair near the couch. But Leonardo stood still behind the furniture, arms folded and regarding the child with a serious expression.

“Any of you got this funny feeling that there is something more to him than he looks like,” the purple-masked turtle tilted his head to one side while watching the boy. The kid was now staring at the TV. Raphael had switched it on again and changed to a news channel.

“Well he hasn’t tried to talk and I don’t think he really understand English,” Rapahel mentioned, eyeing the kid. Mikey sat in the sofa on the other side of the boy. Leonardo’s eyes narrowed suddenly, it was like some idea came to him.

“Where exactly did you find the boy Raph?” Leo asked. His brother eyed upwards while thinking the events earlier tonight over, then eyed the blue-clad ninja.

“Ya all know where Randy’s is?” he mentioned, all of his brothers nodded. “It was in the alley just in front.”

That’s too far… Leonardo thought and his expression eased a little. He gingerly touched the scar on his beak, but nobody saw it as the attention was not on him.

“Danglandan,” suddenly a squeaky voice said. Four set of eyes were fixed on the blanket bundle that contained the cub. He had freed one of his arms and was pointing at the TV. A face of a human man talking to a news reporter was on the screen. The boy was staring at Raphael half expectantly.

“He speaks,” Mikey grinned but Raph was frowning.

“But what the hell did he say?” he wondered.

“Nea danglandan,” now the wolf pointed at the red masked turtle.

“Ok this is strange. It is clearly a language, but what?” Donatello was becoming even more interested in the boy who slightly disappointed now. The kid was becoming used to the four turtles, he had for long stopped shivering and now curiosity gleamed from his eyes.

“Ok first he is trying to speak, maybe we should introduce ourselves,” Mike suggested grinning wider. The boy looked at him curiously. The turtle pointed at himself with the thumb. “Mikey.”

“M-makky,” the wolf pointed at him.

“Mikey,” the turtled said again slower.

“Makey,” the boy repeated.

“Ah, close enough,” Michelangelo shrugged then he laid a finger on Raph who growled and brushed it off.

“Raph,” he introduced. Having followed the directions the wolf now pointed at Raphael.

“Raphh,” he said.

“Hey first try,” Mikey patted the boy on the head. Then a finger was directed at Don. “Donny.”

“Doo-Donne,” said the boy.

“Donny,” Michelangelo said again, and now the cub repeated mostly flawlessly. Next was Leo and thanks to his short nickname the boy had it mostly on first try. Now the child yawned, he was tired after a very hard and difficult day. Unexpectedly though he leaned against Raphael and seemed to be preparing to go to sleep there.

“What the…,” Raph glanced down at the kid surprised. The boy curled up against the turtle and fell a sleep. For a moment the turtles stared at the bundle that was their mysterious guest.

“You know guys, I’m not very convinced that this is a mutant,” Don whispered. Only Raph and Mike nodded in agreement. Leo was stroking his chin thoughtfully.

“He was trying to communicate with us, probably trying to figure out what we were,” Leo then commented.

“Hm, sounds like the storm is dying down,” Raphael looked up, there was no distant thunder. He then stretched and yawned. He carefully pushed the cub to the side and stood up.

“I’m hitting the hay,” he muttered and headed towards his subway car. He figured his brothers could take care of the boy now.

Don rose up as well and went to his lab, intending to try and dig up some information on his computer. Mike grabbed the remote and flipped to another channel. Leo on the other hand still stared at the sleeping child from behind the couch.

“I’ll be in the dojo for while longer,” Leo muttered, not really minding if Mike heard him or not. The blue-masked turtle then disappeared out of the main section.

Man, wish Leo would say what is bothering him, the orange masked turtle thought shaking his head. Then the ninja resumed his attention to the television. After few minutes of watching the TV the orange wearing turtle eyed the blanket bundle, it slowly rose and sank due to the child’s steady breathing.

Better bring you to the bed buddy, can’t have you sleep here, carefully and gently Mike picked up the cub and blanket. Holding the boy securely in his arms he tip toed towards his subway-car room. He managed to open it without waking the kid and sneaked inside.

Here little dude, just sleep here. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight, Michelangelo thought as he gently put the child on his bed. The ninja rearranged the blanket around the boy so it was comfortably around his thin body but not too tangled. Mike then put his own sleeping blanket over him. The turtle skipped out of the room.

“Hey Don,” Mikey appeared in the small room Don had moved his lab into, instead of having in the main area like before. His brother was sitting at his computer and staring at the screen and typing in information.

“Hi,” Donatello was so taken in on what he was doing that he barely acknowledged his brother.

“So any luck,” Michelangelo eyed the screen, but he hardly could make out the information rolling through there.

“Well I’m barely started really,” the other turtle muttered. He had removed his purple mask and it hung around the neck. “Of course if he is a mutant like us I probably won’t see much on the news about him.”

“And if he isn’t?” Mike glanced out of the room.

“Then we can only hope that we find something when searching tomorrow,” Don sighed.

“Well I’m sleeping on the couch, I let the little tyke have my bed. ‘Night,” Mikey said and left.

“Good night,” Donatello murmured and continued to work on the computer.

***

He woke up well cuddled in two set of blankets. The cub turned in the bed and stared into the dark room he was in. There was a faint light source coming from somewhere outside, leaking into the room via crack on the curtain or from under the door. The boy rose up, he still felt dazed after yesterdays events. He was too young to really understand what had happened and only had some faint memories. An opening made of light, many strangers, the menacing looking city, two humans chasing him and then that green person.

First the boy thought it was some kind of a monster, he had a menacing scent, like somebody no one should mess around with. He remembered the other green person poking the one who had rescued him and said those strange foreign words.

Raph, popped into his mind. He remembered Raph growling and brushing the finger off his chest. The others had looked friendlier, especially the one with the orange mask.

The child could only wonder what was going on. Where they going to help him? They had given him food. The angry scenting one had saved him from watery death. But he couldn’t understand them and their foreign tongue. They had spoken to him but the words held no meaning to him, until the one with the orange mask had apparently tried to introduce them all. He now connected the words to each of the persons.

He started to look around, the boy was maybe young but his sense of smell was very good. The cub could find a faint smell of Mikey on the bed he was in and the whole room. But that particular person was not there. He could faintly see something hanging on the walls, as well as there seemed to be stuff on the floor. He was definitely in somebody’s bedroom.

His thoughts finally reached his parents, his mother so calm and gentle and his father strict but fair. The boy’s lips started to quiver, tears started to crawl down.

***

Mikey heard the sobbing coming from his room as he was still up watching the TV. Raising an eye ridge he rose up from the couch and approached his car. He opened the door and turned on the light. In his bed he saw the cub sitting curled up in the bed and crying.

“Hey buddy, what’s wrong,” the orange masked turtle asked gently and stepped inside.

The turtle sat on the bedside and reached for the crying boy. The child didn’t protest, instead seemed to instantly seek the comfort from the ninja. He tried to wrap his tiny arms around Mike to hug him tight. There the cub continued to cry bitterly.

“Shhh, there, there it’s all right,” Michelangelo said soothingly and rocked the child back and forth. He also gently patted him on the back.

“Everything all right?” Donatello appeared in the doorway, the crying had reached his lab and the turtle had arrived to investigate it.

“Well the little guy woke up and was crying,” his orange masked brother explained and continued to try and soothe the boy.

“Mame, pabe,” the cub cried. Mike’s brow rose and he glanced at his purple-clad sibling.

“That sounds like mom and dad,” Don rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes a bit. Mikey nodded in agreement.

“Guess he misses his parents naturally,” the younger turtle said and kept trying to calm the distressed child down.

“Yo, everythin’ ok in here?” suddenly Raphael pushed himself inside of the room. He wasn’t wearing any of his gear.

“Well the kid woke up, is a little upset,” the orange-clad turtle explained. “Probably dreamt about his parents.”

Raph frowned a little as he took the scene on the bed in. He had to admit that after having saved the boy two times on the same evening, the usually red-masked ninja was starting to feel a little responsible for him. Of course the turtle would never admit that openly. After a second hesitation he eyed the doorway.

“Say, wasn’t he distracted by the television?” Raphael wondered.

“Well… he did seem interested in it if that’s what you mean,” Don shrugged, remembering how fascinated the little boy had been by the TV. Raphael just nodded at that and walked closer to the bed.

“Hey kid,” he said as gently as possible and put one hand on the child’s shoulder.

The boy turned his head to look up. The tears still shimmered in his eyes and still gave sob like whimpers. But his nose began suddenly to vibrate and that didn’t escape the attention of Donatello. The purple-masked turtle frowned in heavy thought and watched as Raphael seemed ready to pick the cub up.

Interesting, Don had to admit being impressed when with little hesitation, the boy allowed his hot-tempered brother to take him into his arms. Michelangelo also watched this with a surprised look.

But Raphael ignored them. After making sure he was holding the boy properly he began walking towards the door. Donatello stepped out of the way but followed his brother out, as did Mikey and they witnessed him sitting down with the still crying boy in the couch.

Raph didn’t really bother to say much to the kid, though he did hold him gently. The TV was still running but the turtle still picked up the remote and changed the channel. Don and Mike both stared dumbfounded at this event. The boy kept crying for a while, but Raphael kept changing the channel causing the sound always to switch as well. This began slowly to catch the attention of the cub.

I’ll be… Donatello was at lack of words. Slowly the child turned around in Raph’s arm to glance at the source of these weird sounds. When that happened, the turtle stopped the channel surfing. Now first did Mikey notice that his normally red-masked brother had never stared at the TV, but kept an eye on the boy.

Slowly the two other turtles walked closer to the couch. The boy was still looking sad and tears occasionally came down. But he had stopped whimpering and sobbing, watching the television with a hint of curiosity.

“Um… you feeling ok Raph?” Mikey finally gathered up the nerve to ask, leaning slightly forward to stare at his sitting brother.

“I’m feelin’ fine,” Raphael grunted glaring at the orange-clad ninja. “It worked didn’t it?”

Neither Don nor Mike could disagree with the results. The boy had stopped crying and was now staring at the images on the TV, tilting his little head in mild surprise. Raphael glanced for a moment at the kid and then eyed the TV. He smirked, he had hit one some reruns of a car race. Apparently the colorful and speeding cars had caught the boy’s attention fully.

But the child began looking tired once more and yawned wide, showing a wide array of small but sharp teeth. Donatello caught a glance of it and was surprised not seeing any fangs in the mouth. The purple-clad one was now really beginning to wonder if this boy was really a mutant.

“Not one word,” Raph grunted in a low voice at Mikey when the boy leaned back in his arms and was beginning to doze. The orange-masked one was grinning wide at the scene.

“What is going on?” the turtles looked around to see Leonardo approaching. By the looks of it he had been coming out of the dojo and not his room.

“The kid woke up and was crying, Raph managed to quiet him down,” Donatello explained to their brother. Leo stopped on his walk and stared at the purple-clad one for a moment before looking at the couch.

“I just remembered that he was interested in the TV. Better to distract him with something. I don’t think he understands us,” the usually red-clad one muttered.

But none of the currently masked turtles got a chance to comment more on their brother. The door to Splinter’s room opened and the old rat stepped out. The elder eyed his sons for a moment and smiled.

“Ah my sons, I was hoping that you would still be awake,” he said and walked towards them.

“I have been meditating and thinking about the foreign aura I felt from the young one,” their sensei explained and got seated in his recliner. He eyed each of the turtles before continuing. The boy was now peacefully sleeping in Raphael’s arms.

“I do not believe that the child is of this world my sons,” Splinter mentioned and regarded the child. “No, I feel that though he may wear the appearance that of a wolf, his origins is not the same as ours.”

“So you are saying he is not a mutant Master Splinter?” Don asked and his brow rose slightly.

“I cannot say what he is. But I sense something from him. There is a reason why he is here and I fear that someone is out there who wishes him harm. I suggest you start early your search tomorrow, but for safe keeping keep the child here in the lair,” the old ninja master told them. “Although it is a risk to move in the daylight, we must use all possible hours available. But only go two for each search, two can stay here and keep an eye on our young guest.”

“Yes Master Splinter,” Leonardo nodded. “Don and I can take the first turn, then Raph and Mikey.”

Master Splinter nodded in approval and stood up from his seat. He bade his sons good night and returned to his room. There was a bit of an awkward silence now in the lair, Raphael had turned off the TV and glanced at the kid.

“Well, better get him to bed,” he said and slowly began standing up. The child whimpered a little and curled up in the turtle’s arms.

“Well he sure seems to like you Raph,” Mikey mentioned with a grin, Don was smirking as well.

“Whatever,” Raphael muttered and headed for his own room and before his brothers could say anything he had disappeared inside with the cub.

“I’m going to bed, we’ll start early tomorrow Don, no later than seven,” Leonardo said glancing slightly at Donatello before heading for his room.

“Well, I better go to bed then myself,” the purple-clad one muttered. Mikey shrugged and both turtles disappeared into their subway cars.

***

The boy woke up next morning but his nose immediately picked up a different scent. Looking up the child noticed that he was not in the same room and the last one. He could now pick up the strong scent of the one called Raph. He was sleeping in his bed and no doubt in his room.

The cub kicked away the blankets and sat up eying around, at first trying to figure out where he was. Then the boy remembered and wondered if he would ever see his parents again. The child heard voices outside and recognized them though he didn’t understand the words said.

Carefully the kid climbed out of the low bed and made his way to the door. Fortunately it had been left open a crack so even though he was small, the cub managed to open it and walk out. He met Raphael who was coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of cereal.

“Hey, look who’s up,” a smirk came on the turtle. The wolf gazed at him a bit surprised. Raph wasn’t wearing his mask or his other battle gear. The kid had been too distressed last night to notice the lack of mask on the turtle.

“He’s awake?” Mike came jumping from another room not in his battle gear either. He held the shorts the wolf had worn. “I managed to dry his shorts, spiffy little things, not even Donny could make up his mind if it’s leather or not.”

The usually orange clad turtle wasted no time. He grabbed the cub from the floor, held him over his knee and quickly dressed him. Then the ninja took a leap to the TV and put the boy in front of it. The whole time the child was wide eyed and not sure if he should giggle or scream. Then cub watched as Mike attacked his brother, stealing the cereal bowl and bringing it to him.

“You know you just could have asked,” Raphae grunted when the bowl was pretty much ripped away from him. He had intended anyway to give it to the kid since he was up, thus hadn’t protested. But the normally red masked one was still a bit miffed how it had disappeared. Mikey leaned on the turtle with one arm on his shoulder grinning.

“Aw where is the fun in that,” he joked skipping away when Raphael launched a fist at him.

The boy looked at the bowl which had a delicious smell, then at the television. Mikey had put on a kids channel, clearly intending for the him to be watching that. He turned his head to where Michelangelo and Raphael were in a middle of a fight. But it was short lived this time. Mike was soon on the floor crying uncle and Raph was cackling like a maniac.

“And have that for stealing my food,” he growled and stood up of his brother.

“It was for a good cause,” Mikey wheezed rising to his feet and disappeared after Raphael into the kitchen.

The wolf took the spoon that was in the bowl in front of him. Carefully he lifted it and examined the content. The cub then put it in his mouth.

Yum, he thought in his own language.

End chapter 2


Here are the translations of the words the boy said.

Danglandan: Means human or more specifically a male human, it is incorrect to use this word over human woman.

Nea: Negative word, can mean, no, nothing, none and most negative words.

Mame: Strictly speaking "The mother". Not usually used for "a mother".

Pabe: "The father", not used for "a father".

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[Leo Oneal]

Ooops! My bad about not reading your author notes. I realise now that if I had read them I wouldn't of had to ask you those questions. Usually when I see that you have a new chap up I get in such a rush to read them that I tend to not read the author notes. Will try to do better in the future. Now Askre, if your chaps (stories) wasn't so dang interesting I wouldn't be having that problem, would I?


Chap 2 was interesting. It did explain a whole lot of things but left a lot of other questions unanswered besides raising new questions. I'm glad that Raph rescued that child from drowning & from the looks of it, it seems like that child has adopted Raph as his 2nd Mom & I certainly wouldn't blame Leo Don Mikey or Splinter if they were to take advantage of the situation & tease him about it. But knowing Raph like I do, I'd say that Leo, Don, & Mikey (with the exception of Splinter) would quite literally have to grow eyes in the back of their heads because Raph will be after them to get even with them in the revenge department.

From the looks of it the Turtles are starting to believe that that child is not an mutant but simply an alien.

But what is the childs name?

Is A-Leonardo the reason why that scar is on Leo's beak?

Why was Leo concerned about the location & distance of the area that the alien child was fount in? Is it because of A-Leonardo?

What I would give if my most fav 2 Leo's could get along with each other!!!!

Leo has his suspicions that this child is very important to a whole lot of people SO why is that little child so important?

Is his Dad and Mother rulers in a alien world?

ASAP please write & post chap 3 so I can find out what happens next to Leo Don Mikey Raph Splinter & others

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Leo is my everything for he is my eternal love. So where-ever life may take me I will ALWAYS have Leo, Don, Mikey & Raph with me deep inside of my beating heart & living soul!!!!

[Askre]

[Lunar-ninja]

W00t!

Man, Raph and Braka are so cute together. Fluff. And lots of it. But where does Jala come into the picture I wonder...

Just in case you're wondering, I only know of the two suckers from Ame's drawings.

Anyway, update soon!
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[Askre]

She comes later

Thanks for reading
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[HoratioCraver101]

I love it please update as soon as you can.

[Askre]

Thanks, thanks for reading
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Your welcome Askre.

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Chapter 3:

Leonardo and Donatello crept over the rooftops, careful not to expose themselves too much. It had been two days since the child had been brought to their lair and so far no luck. Raph and Mike had searched yesterday.

They were on the exactly same building Raphael had been on two nights ago. Carefully the turtles peeked down the alley where their brother had found their guest. The tire iron still lay on the same spot and the dumpster had not yet been moved back into place.

“We have already scouted this place high and low,” Don mentioned a bit surprised to be back to this place.

“I know,” Leo simply said and began looking around; there was a heavy frown on his face.

“Well I doubt we are going to find anything new,” the purple-masked one muttered and glanced down into the alley.

“I have been wondering. Raph said both the humans and the boy came into the alley that way,” Leo pointed to the street.

“This isn’t a crowded street during nighttime,” Don told him with a shrug. “It isn’t even crowded during daytime.”

“No meant… he didn’t mention anything about there being some form of a portal or anything,” the blue-masked turtle folded his arms and suddenly stared into the distance.

“Portal?” Donatello looked up confused at his brother.

“Never mind,” his brother muttered, still staring into a certain direction.

Oookay, and here I was hoping he was getting over the weird behavior, the purple-clad one thought. So far, the past two days, Leo had acted almost normal. But it seems he had dropped back to his strange attitude.

“I don’t think the boy could have come from the other direction, not unless he can leap over a large wall,” Donatello decided to just focus on whatever search they were making. Leonardo glanced down into the alley now and saw the wall his brother mentioned. The turtle nodded and now actually smiled a little.

“Not even Mikey could leap that and he’s the agilest of us,” the blue-clad one said. Don nodded in agreement.

“All right, let’s see if we can gain some information elsewhere,” Leo suggested and crept away from the ledge. “Maybe we should…”

He halted when Donatello grabbed his shoulder and turned him. His brother was staring down in the alley mouth wide open. Peering down again Leonardo raised an eye ridge in a mild surprise. Some sort of a portal was opening, oval in shape and emitted green light. Through it walked some strange creatures.

That’s not… that’s not like his portal… and those are definitely not... Leo almost let out a breath of relief and he actually for a split second smiled wide. But it immediately disappeared and his brow sunk into a frown when inspecting the newly arrived.

I think Master Splinter was right about the boy not being from this world, Donatello thought while two wolfish looking humanoids walked through. After them came two other creatures that would best be described as jackal like and one hyenaoid. All males and wearing similar shorts and the boy wore.

“Uh, you think we found one of the parents?” he whispered, they heard the creatures talk but couldn’t understand them. The portal closed but that didn’t seem to alarm them so they must have had means to open a new one.

The turtles quickly ducked out of sigh when the creatures began looking around. Leonardo frowned as he considered his brother’s question. He didn’t like the looks of these newly arrived beings. One of them being the parent was too much coincidence for his taste.

And I know now that appearance can all to well deceive, the blue-masked turtle thought.

“I somehow doubt these are the parents. Remember what Master Splinter said, there is somebody out there who wishes the boy harm,” he said up loud.

“Yes you’re right and it’s a bit strange that they could just pop up in the very alley that the kid showed up in,” Donatello pointed out.

Leonardo looked at his purple-masked brother surprised. He hadn’t even considered that, but now that he thought about it that was odd. Now the blue masked turtle remembered the two men Raph mentioned. They had known who the kid was. Raphael had suspected them to be kidnappers and his sword-wielding brother was inclined to agree now.

“Come we better tell the others,” Leo said and began making his way away from the ledge. Donatello followed, though he occasionally glanced towards the alley.

They quickly stole away unseen, but not necessarily unnoticed. Down in the alley, the two wolfoids now stared up at the building the two turtles had been on. Both had suspicion growing on their wolfish faces and their noses were vibrating.

***

There was a deep silence in the lair. Splinter sat in his chair with legs crossed and his hands on each knee. His eyes were closed as the rat was in deep thought. Kneeling in front of him were Leonardo and Donatello. Raphael was nowhere to be seen although punching sounds could be heard from the dojo. Mikey was watching the television with the boy. The child had pretty much fallen in love with it, staring at the moving picture mesmerized.

“Hm,” after minutes of silence Splinter finally opened his eyes.

“I have never heard of anything like that before. But it sounds like unexpected guests from another world have arrived. Did you see if they carried any weapons?” their sensei asked, Leonardo nodded.

“They all had swords, big ones similar to scimitars,” the blue clad one answered.

“I would love to see what they use to make a portal like that,” Donatello added in smirking. Splinter smiled knowing his son’s love for technology. But Leonardo made a strange face nobody noticed.

“But do you believe they are after the child?” the rat then asked. Leonardo didn’t hesitate to nod yes.

“I don’t think they were related, but I definitely think they came for him. The two wolfoids had similar traits and him, so I guess they are the same species,” he looked at Don who nodded in agreement, having made the same observation.

“On top of that, they appeared in the exact same spot and Raph got the kid from. That’s just too much to be coincident. I wouldn’t be surprised that these were the people the two men Raph beat up, report to,” the purple-clad ninja then added.

“Don… even so, would they be able to open a gate so close to that place?” Leo asked. His brother eyed at him with a thoughtful look.

“Well… yeah I would say it is possible. Somehow they must be able to open a portal, and that means they have to know how to get to this world. That requires coordinates and all they would really need is the coordinates to open a portal in that alley. Raph didn’t see it, he was busy scaring the guys away, but it is possible one of them had a device that gathers up coordinates just in case,” Donatello explained with a shrug. “I mean considering that they could open a portal at all, I am willing to allow the possibility that they can gather coordinates like that.”

Sounds… sounds so simple, Leonardo unconsciously scratched the scar on his beak. Splinter stood up from his chair and grabbed his walking stick. The two turtles rose to their feet.

“I must meditate on this, I would advice that you go and try and find out more but go three this time. One of you must stay here and guard the boy. I have feared for his safety, he must be linked to something serious since it spans different worlds,” the rat turned away and headed for his room.

“Let’s split the watch in one day each,” Leo suggested as he and Don walked to the couch. He got no complaints from his purple-masked brother.

“Mikey we are going topside again and trying to get more information on those newly arrived creatures. You want to take the first watch to watch the kid?” the blue masked one asked his orange masked brother.

“Oh sure, no problem bro,” Mikey grinned and patted the cub who sat on the couch with him. The boy didn’t even look up now, too busy watching the TV.

“Raph! We need your help,” Leo called and soon his brother came from the training room, sweat pouring down his body.

“Wha? Goin’ up? Sure let my get my things,” Raphael grunted.

He noticed that this time his brothers were going to wear their usual disguise. By now it was probably more light outside and more people about. He went back to the dojo and came back ready for battle with the red mask, pads and sai.

The boy looked up the moment Raphael had come out of room. He watched as the three turtles climbed disguised in coats and fedora hats out of the lair. He looked at Mike whose attention was fully on the TV. The cub furrowed his brow as if in heavy thought.

“Maakey,” he said then suddenly.

“Hey you said my name… well almost,” Michelangelo turned his head to the kid smiling. The boy kept staring at him and the turtle waited, wondering what he was up to.

“Maakey,” the kid pointed at Mikey who laughed.

“Yes I’m Mikey,” the ninja nodded. The wolf seemed to get more confident now pointed a tiny finger at himself.

“Braka,” he said as if he was announcing it.

Did he just say a name, Mike’s brow rose up in slight surprise. He gestured to the boy.

“Braka?” he inquired. A gleam of excitement shined on the boy who smiled and nodded.

He told me his name? Well glad I can start calling him something, Michelangelo thought and smiled.

“Ege Braka,” the child said jumping up and down where he sat.

“So Braka, how about we go to the kitchen and get some more snacks,” the youngest turtle smirked and gestured to the kitchen. Whether the kid understood or not was probably not important. But the boy knew now where the kitchen was and he probably knew that if Mikey went there, something good would come out. Thus he nodded furiously.

***

It was getting late when the three other turtles returned. The cub had fallen asleep on the sofa and Mikey still sat and watched the television. But he looked up when his brothers walked in.

“So anything new?” he asked curiously.

“Well we went back to the place where Raph found the kid but found no trace there of them,” Leo told him, sighing wearily. “In fact we didn’t find anything at all.”

“So who’s watching the kid tomorrow?” Donatello asked as he removed the coat.

“I can watch him tomorrow,” the red masked turtle muttered while undressing. He ignored the surprised stares from his brothers and stormed into the dojo. Shortly later they could hear punching sounds.

“Aw, I think he has a soft spot for the boy,” Don tried to suppress his giggling as he walked to his lab, intending to try again to find anything useful.

“So he’s sleeping?” Leonardo went to the couch and leaned on its back. Mikey nodded and gently caressed the boy’s crown.

“Cute little bugger,” he said grinning and then looked at his brother. “Oh and he managed to tell me his name, his name is Braka.”

“Good, at least we know now what to call him. No use calling him kid or the boy forever,” Leo nodded then stroke his chin thoughtfully.

“So we’re dealing with wolves from other dimensions?” Mikey inquired looking up at his brother.

“Well… not sure wolf applies. Like Splinter mentioned, they may look wolfish… but there was something… more alien about them,” Leonardo said and glanced down at the sleeping child.

I wonder if you are from the same world and if they know him, the blue-clad turtle continued to regard Braka.

“Yo Mike,” was whispered. The two turtles turned to see Raph lean in the doorway of the dojo. “The kid, is he asleep?”

“Yeah,” Michelangelo nodded.

“Just put him in my bed then, I’ll sleep on the couch,” the red masked turtle said and disappeared back into the training room.

“Is it just me or is Raph growing attached to the boy?” the orange clad turtle wondered while he carefully picked the cub up into his arm.

Leonardo didn’t respond, only watched as his brother disappeared into Raphael’s subway car. He sat down in the recliner close to the sofa. His younger brother returned shortly later to watch some more TV. The blue masked one although with the eyes on the program, was too distracted by his own thoughts to really watch it. In the end he rose up again and disappeared into the dojo.

Don emerged from his lab much later and didn’t seem all too happy. Mikey glanced at the approaching turtle. The question on what was wrong was burning on his minds. But the purple-masked one answered before anybody asked.

“I’m afraid that I can’t even find a single conspiracy theory about other dimensions or wolfish looking aliens. Plenty of stuff about giant reptiles in the New York sewer system though,” the turtle grunted and sat down in the couch beside Mike. His brother made no comment and returned watching the television. Shortly later Raphael emerged from the dojo.

“Say Mikey, didn’t you say the kid got a name?” the turtle inquired while using a towel to stroke sweat from his head. He then laid it around his neck.

“Yeah, Braka,” the orange masked answered glancing back at his brother for a moment.

“Should we try teaching the kid English?” Donatello wondered and rubbed the back of his neck. “So we can at least communicate with him properly?”

“Meh, he is so young he will probably pick it up from us anyway, he can’t be older than four,” Raph commented shrugging as he walked towards the bathroom.

“I’m not as optimistic about that,” Don muttered shaking his head.

“Can’t you just build a universal translator Donny?” Mike smirked innocently. The purple masked turtle rolled his eyes at hearing that.

“Please be realistic, that’s one thing from Star Trek I have never understood,” he said shaking his head.

I don’t need to tell him that I have tried though, he thought and leaned back in the couch.

“It doesn’t really matter that the boy understands us. It is more important that he trusts us and feels safe enough here while we try and find his parents,” Leonardo said as he himself came out of the training room, sheathing his sword. He had apparently caught some of the discussion. He then glanced at Michelangelo, his eyes narrowed.

“Mikey, tomorrow we will search near a construction site that is close by where the creatures appeared, it’s possible to use it as a hideout. So no playing around with any machines that have been left behind,” he said sternly.

“Gee, one wall and you are marked for life,” Mikey raised his hands and grinned.

“I mean it Michelangelo. We risked being seen that day,” Leo scowled.

He was referring to a very disastrous night on patrol. The turtles had passed a construction side and Mikey hadn’t been able to resist playing around. The orange masked turtle managed to have a bulldozer collide with a wall. Naturally his brothers hadn’t been too amused.

“All right I won’t mess around,” Mike promised and dropped the grin. When Leonardo used his brothers’ full names, he was very serious.

***

Braka woke up early the next morning. He sat up and looked around; once more he was sleeping in Raph’s room. And the red clad turtle had slept on the couch. The boy tilted his head a little when thinking about this rough and tough individual. He still couldn’t understand what was said to him, but the child was beginning to trust the ninjas and especially Raphael.

He crawled off the bed and headed out of the room. The wolf heard sounds from the dojo. Braka sneaked closer carefully and looked inside. Further in the room hanging from the ceiling was big and worn punching bag. And hammering his fists into it was Raphael. By the look of the sweat pouring off him, it was evident that the turtle had been working out for awhile.

Occasionally Raph would also deliver a swift kick at a speed that hardly registered in the cub’s eyes. Then he continued to punch the bag viciously. Sometimes he stepped back, drew ups his fork like weapons and started to spin them on his fingers. Then Raphael stung around the bag with the sai making pretend attacks. Braka tilted his head and stared in surprise at this wonder.

It was almost an hour before Raphael stopped his work out and turned towards the boy smirking slightly. Though he hadn’t indicated it, the red clad turtle had been well aware of his stunned audience.

“Not much of a workaholic like my bro, but it does feel good to vent out on inanimate objects,” he said grabbing a towel and water bottle, the turtle walked closer. Braka still stared stunned at him.

“I better get ya something to eat,” Raphael walked to the doorway of the room drinking from the bottle. There he stopped and gave the boy a glance.

Oh right, Raph remembered that the kid didn’t understand him. Thus he gestured outside and indicated to Braka to follow.

The boy began to follow but as he was leaving the dojo after the ninja, the child took one last glance around. Then Braka quickly hurried after Raphael who headed for the kitchen.

In there Raph began taking together a cereal box, a bowl, a spoon and a carton of milk. The boy sat down by the table, recognizing the routine by now. The turtle poured cereal and milk in the bowl and gave it to the kid, then he turned to get another bowl being hungry him self.

“Hjakk dad,” Braka said and began munching on the breakfast.

He did not just call me dad did he? Raph had frozen as he was reaching for a bowl in the cupboard. He glanced unsure at the boy.

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“You think we would be faster if we separate?” Mike asked as the three turtles casually walked down the street trying not to make any eye contact with anybody.

“Probably, but I don’t think I want to risk it. They only carried swords but they probably know how to use them,” Leonardo whispered to his brother.

“But we are not going to fight them or anything. We are just going to find where they went and what they are doing here right?” Mikey inquired.

“Well yeah, that’s right. I at least don’t want us to face them until we know their motifs,” the blue masked turtle said. They made sure nobody was looking and slipped into an alley. Don saw it was the same alley and Raph had found the boy.

“We have been here before,” he let out a frustrated sigh. His brother only nodded and walked further in. Donatello rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“You know, maybe they gave up and went back home,” Mikey walked behind his brothers looking around. He accidentally bumped into Don who had stopped. “Ouch.”

“Careful,” Donatello muttered while watching Leo inspecting the dumpster.

“What’s on your mind bro?” Michelangelo also noticed how absent minded his brother was.

“Just a funny feeling,” was the blue clad one’s only reply.

Mikey turned around just in case anybody was watching. He was getting this strange feeling that they were not as alone in the alley as it appeared. The young turtle looked at Don who nodded, sensing the same thing. They walked further in, it would be dark soon but Leo wasn’t returning to the lair until close to midnight.

“You three make great effort of appearing human,” said a slightly deep voice with a hint of authority in it suddenly.

Spinning around the turtles looked for the owner. Then they realized it had been called and looked up. On a ledge of a building they saw one of the wolfish creatures Leo and Don had seen yesterday. Its fur was lighter gray in color than Braka’s, although it seemed to be darkening in some areas.

“What makes you think we aren’t human?” Leo challenged not ready to reveal himself just yet. They could see the wolf cock his head back in laughter.

“Let’s just say that both your physical shape and scent doesn’t match,” the creature said. “Why don’t you come up here on the rooftop? Its secure enough, no prying humans. We need to talk.”

The turtles looked at one another, but then located a fire escape they could use to climb up on the rooftop. They hesitated though and Leo told them to be on their guard before ascending.

When the ninjas arrived they saw the light gray one standing near a large chimney. Beside him was the other wolf, much darker in color and his expression rivaled Raph’s common angry ones. Standing guard were the two jackal creatures and the one hyenaoid. They were close to the edges of the building but remained hidden. Their eyes were fixed on the turtles ready to spring into action at moments notice.

“If my nose isn’t failing me, which it shouldn’t, then by judging from your scent you are reptilians,” the light gray wolf said smiling. Leonardo frowned, he really didn’t like that smile.

Smiles can be deceptive, he said and shuddered at memories he still refused to reveal to his family.

“You can scent what we are?” Mikey accidentally said out loud and Don’s elbow arrived flying into his stomach. “Ow.”

“Let’s not go into discussion on what we can do and what we can’t. Speaking of scent, I can also smell that you three know about somebody I am looking for,” the same wolf kept speaking and had his arm folded now, his expression was more serious.

“What makes you think that,” Leo made another challenge. He had this strong feeling that the three creatures standing guard were not just making sure humans didn’t come too close.

“Some of my men reported that something attacked them roughly two or three nights ago. And the scent of the one who attacked is still down in the alley, you three smell related to him,” the wolf said and his eyes narrowed.

Damn he has got a good sense of smell, Don had to restrain his jaw from dropping in surprise.

“I do not wish to hurt anybody but don’t think I won’t. I only came to this dimension to retrieve someone that escaped from my men, nothing else,” he said. The other wolf gave a frightening growl but the turtles ignored it.

“Remove the clothes,” Leo whispered to his brothers who nodded silently. Soon the coats and hats were on the floor revealing the turtles in their full battle gear. That didn’t seem to impress the wolf.

“I take it that I am going to have to do it the hard way,” he sighed looking down and shook his head.

Raising it up again the wolf eyed each of the three on guard nodding. They drew their swords and the turtles retrieved their weapons. The ninjas stood ready as the jackaloids and the hyenaoid approached growling threateningly.

End chapter 3


Ege: Pretty much means, I, me, my, mine, all in that category.

Hjakk: A gratidute gesture means basically thank you in all categories, formal, informal and stuff.
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I love it please update as soon as you can.

[Lunar-ninja]

Woo! Kick their butts, guys! Kick them to Mars!

So Braka has now called Raph dad. Oh, the fluff...It's killing me! *chokes* Just kidding. But it's rather cute how he's responding to this whole thing.

Stiiiiiiilllll waitin' for Jala...

Update soon!
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