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A Wish Not So Come True	By : Drea Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13: Confusion

“I’m going to ask you one more time,” Hun snarled, leaning close to her.
Andrea was strapped back to the medical table for the…hell, she’d lost count. She was strapped to it again, getting subjected to the same confusing line of questioning. She could feel Hun’s hot, eager breath on her face and opened her eyes to glare at him. “Go for it,” she growled. “Ask again. You’re going to get the same damn answer you keep getting because I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about!”
Hun’s ice colored eyes narrowed further and his meaty hand came up, his fingers curling gently around her neck and resting there. “You know what I’m talking about,” he hissed, his hand slowly tightening. “And you’re gonna talk. Or you die. Your choice. Are you a power of the fifth?”
“I don’t know what the hell that means!!” she screamed, trying to break through his thick skull and make him actually listen to the words she’d been saying since he started in on her with these pointless questions. He’d asked her the same thing repeatedly since brining her here and she was just as clueless to what he was talking to now as she had been the first time he asked it. “What part of that can’t you wrap your dense head around?”
Hun slammed his fist against the table beside her and much to her disgust, she winced away from him. Oddly, he didn’t comment on it. He pushed away from the table and paced in front of her, muttering to himself. Her head swam as she watched him. She wished she knew what the hell he was talking about. She caught bits and pieces here and there over her last few interrogation sessions but none of it made any sense at all.
“She won’t talk. Too damn stubborn to know what’s good for her.” Hun shot her a dirty look and she returned it. She was terrified of him, but she’d be damned if she let any of that show.
Hun looked away and went to the large desk sitting several feet in front of a wall of surveillance equiptment. All of the screens were currently off save for two, one that was fixed on a dock entrance and one that showed her Catey and Michelangelo sitting beside each other, their hands clasped. They’d given up the pretense of not knowing each other pretty quickly when Michelangelo had been drug back to his cell in need of serious medical attention. In his pain, he couldn’t stop himself from clasping Catey’s hand and pulling it to his lips to kiss it as he told her that he loved her. God, maybe if she just said something, anything, she could just get those two out of here. Maybe if she just admitted to being a power of whatever this fifth thing was that Hun kept talking about…
“I don’t trust this,” Hun muttered, grabbing her attention. “She doesn’t know. What’s the point in keeping her around if she doesn’t know? She couldn’t be of any use to him.” He snorted, amused with his own train of thought. “Only thing she’d do is annoy the shit out of him. Keeps saying she belongs to him though. Den Femte Onde…bunch of bullshit.” He pushed himself up suddenly. Quick strides carried him across the concrete floor to where she was. “No real use in keepin’ ya around if you’ve got no fuckin’ clue, hm?” he mused, more to himself than to her.
“Death is almost preferable when deciding between that and having to stare at your ugly face one second longer,” she muttered.
Hun’s huge hand curled into a fist and Andrea flexed every muscle in her body, preparing for and accepting her fate.
“The guy says you belong to him. If I have any say in it,” Hun said, bracing an arm over her head and once again leaning over her, using his sheer size to intimidate her. “You’ll never live to realize just what you are.”
He drew his fist back and drove it into her stomach, forcing the air from her lungs. Pain engulfed her like a white hot flame, licking at every inch of her body. He hit her again. Her ears started to ring as spots swam in her vision. Hun’s devious cackle was a distant noise that she could barely discern above the loud buzz that filled her head.
Hun pulled the straps away that held her and she pitched forward into his arms. She tried to fight, tried to get away from him, her attempts only made more pitiful by the frail whimpers that escaped her. She gasped for breath as he pulled her along, unaware of where she was or where he was taking her. She didn’t even know if she cared anymore. She heard the familiar screech of the heavy metal door to their cells though and welcomed the oblivion that reached up for her as Hun dropped her unceremoniously on the floor beside Catey.
The younger woman scrambled to her friend, pulling her ever so gently into her lap and glaring up at the hulking man that laughed back at her before turning to leave.
“Drea, you have to stop egging them on,” Catey murmured, watching Andrea as she started to cough. They’d been there, by their calculations, for two days now and Catey was the only one who sported no marks from their captors. She wished otherwise. She wished they would take her and stop hurting the people she loved so much but Andrea was having none of that.
Laying on the ground, her body wracked with pain, pain that only worsened with every deep cough that forced its way from her battered lungs, Andrea covered her mouth and pulled her knees up to her chest.
“Not…egging them on anymore,” she rasped once the coughing had stopped. She pulled her hand back, groaning when she saw the bright red splattered over her skin. “Fuck. Now they’re just poundin’ on me because they’re pissed at me for not talking.”
Catey grabbed her hand, pulling it toward her carefully. She didn’t like what she was seeing. She didn’t like any of this. If they were going to find a way out, they had to get it done fast. Andrea couldn’t take another beating. There was…there was no way she would survive one. There were horrible cuts all over her body, bruises to accompany them and that was everything Catey could see externally. The blood she was coughing up was proof that the damage went far deeper.
She looked up at Mikey, swallowing hard. He looked just as bad. They’d taken his mask, his pads…everything. They’d beaten him severely, fractured his arm, left him with a map of cuts over his arms and legs, cuts she could do nothing about. All of her training and she couldn’t do a damn thing.
He caught her gaze and tried his best to smile. “Hey, no long faces in the Hell Hole, babe. We’re not finished here yet.”
His optimism, as many times as it had worked in the past, did nothing for her now. “Yeah? Well, we’re going to be,” she said, her voice trembling as tears scorched trails down her dirty cheeks. “You can’t take much more. Andrea definitely can’t take any more.”
“Sure I can,” the older woman said, rolling carefully onto her back and gasping as the hard concrete bit into the open wound over her shoulder. “Shit. Any more liquor?”
“No,” Catey whispered.
The door at the far end of the corridor screeched open and Catey, although grudgingly, had to admire her older friend for her devotion to protecting her. She was up as quickly as her battered body would allow her to be, hunched in a protective stance that put Catey directly behind her. “Drea-.”
“Shut up your face, Kitty dear. They’re not laying a fucking hand on you as long as I have breath in my body to stop them.”
Hun sauntered down the hallway. Today he looked bored. Today, something was going to change. His gaze cut to the angry blond tigress blocking him from the youngest of their threesome and he rolled his eyes. He’d had it with her. He was done trying to get information from the belligerent little bitch. “New plan,” he said, sliding a key into the lock on Mikey’s cell.
He knew Mikey could hardly do a thing to defend himself, nothing that Hun couldn’t quickly put a stop to, so it was with confidence that he entered the cell and pulled Mikey up by the throat.
“Stop it!” Catey cried. “Leave him alone!”
“That’s the new plan,” Hun said, leveling a glare at her. She glared back. With a disgusted sigh, he turned his attention to Michelangelo and a slow, frightening smile curled his thin lips. “You’re free to go, freak. But there is a condition. You have twelve hours to get your brothers and meet us in the alley on the corner of 5th and Madison. The first hour that you’re late…these women will know what it means to be owned by the Purple Dragons. I’ll have my men remove one body part for every hour after that.”
Mikey’s breath caught in his throat, fury and fear boiling horribly through the pain that had been his constant companion. He looked over at Andrea and Catey, taking in their horrified expressions and feeling sick. He would never let that happen to them. Never!
I’ll have you out of here a lot sooner than twelve hours, he vowed silently, hoping the two women could read the promise in his eyes. They didn’t have much of an opportunity to before he was blindfolded and drug from the cell. Okay, now was the time to put all of that ninja training into some serious action. The morons didn’t realize they’d actually done him a huge favor by taking away his sight. Every other sense kicked into overdrive. He was being pulled through the corridor, out into an open space, hauled into a truck and thrown in the back. When the vehicle started moving, he swayed with it, noting every turn, every bump, every stall in motion, biting his lip when every one of those turns and bumps jarred him and pain shot up his injured arm. Unlike previous times, every little mental note stayed with him, vivid in its clarity. Unlike previous times, lives hadn’t been in stake. They were leading him right back to where they’d had him and they didn’t even realize it.
“Here,” he heard a voice say and the truck came to a stop. Doors opened, closed, then the back doors of what he had thought to be a truck were yanked open. Okay, he was in a van. That…wasn’t helpful at all. Focus Mikey, he told himself.
He was forced to his feet, staggering forward into nothingness. He reached out with his good arm, catching himself before the ground did and rolling to keep his weight off of his bad one.
“Night night, turtle boy,” that same voice that had instructed them to stop earlier said a mere second before he brought the butt of a gun down on the base of Mikey’s skull. It did no actual damage, deflecting off the edge of his shell, but he pretended that it did, letting his body go limp. The shuffling of feet surrounded him echoed in his head. It was difficult to wait for the men to get back in the van, start it and drive off. Once he heard the shift of the gears and the sound of tires on pavement, he slowly reached up and pulled his blindfold down. White van, no license plate, tinted windows, rust on the back door in the right corner – he committed it all to memory then slowly sat up, biting his lip as pain exploded in his arm.
“Boy, are you shit heads ever going to be sorry. You fucked with the wrong group of mutants,” he muttered, pushing himself to a standing position. He looked around, getting his bearings about him, giving his position a moment to sink in so that he could complete the trail before heading out to find his brothers. Once he was satisfied that he would easily be able to find the warehouse they’d been held in, he started off toward the hotel.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Donnie’s fingers flew over the keyboard of the laptop on the coffee table in front of him. He was searching for everything, anything that would help him find his little brother, keeping himself busy to keep the fear at bay. When his search brought up nothing, he shoved the laptop away and rested his face in his hands with a deep sigh. His brother…his baby brother. He was out there somewhere. He’d been out there for two days now.
Leo sat down beside him and Donnie nodded in way of a greeting. “Nothing,” he muttered before his older brother could ask him for the twentieth time that day if he’d found anything.
Leo sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He propped an elbow on his knee, his gaze briefly cutting to the balcony. Raph and Kris were standing close together out in the cold. The sight made his stomach turn uncomfortably. Kris had been nearly untouchable since the night her friends and his brother had disappeared, retreating back into a shell of impenetrable anger. As much as he understood that, the way she was feeling was nothing he could relate to. He relied on his level headed thinking and his training to keep him grounded. What Kris was doing was the exact opposite and there was only one person who could relate to it. Raph.
He turned his head away from the pair, sick with an uncertain jealousy that seemed to plague him constantly now that Kris was been spending most of her time with Raph. He knew nothing was going on. Raph was beyond in love with Andrea. They were just bound together by their anger and suffering. But that didn’t stop him from feeling like he’d been cast aside.
“They’re just working things out the same way, Leo. There’s nothing going on.”
Leo nodded slowly. “I know. I just…I should be the one helping her through this.”
“How? By relating to what she’s going through? By getting uncontrollably furious? Doubt you could even begin to know what that feels like. Only one of us really can.”
“I know…I know. How’s Christy holding up?”
Donnie shrugged. “She’s…she’s okay. She’s been keeping herself busy taking care of Sammy when Raph isn’t. She cries herself to sleep though.”
“We need to do something.”
“What? What are we supposed to do, Leo? We’ve been patrolling not only the Foot’s old haunts, but every place we’ve been able to tie to the Purple Dragon’s too. We’re doing everything we can do.”
“It’s not enough, Don.”
Donnie sighed and shook his head, pulling the laptop back in front of him. He needed to get his head off of every thought that involved never seeing his little brother or his friends again and he sure as hell needed to get away from Leo’s negativity. He pulled up the local paper’s website. He knew Leo’s eyes were on him, but he ignored them, throwing himself into search after search for…for nothing. Leo finally stood, muttering that he was going to head for the lair and talk to Splinter. The front door slammed shut softly and Donnie closed his eyes. Tears fell free, splashing on his leg. “It’s never enough for you, Leo,” he said softly, regretfully. Shutting the laptop, he placed his elbows on his knees, pressed his face into his hands and started to cry softly, letting the fear and sadness over the loss of his little brother take over.
A soft hand on his shoulder startled him and he looked up into Christy’s sad gold green eyes. Without a word, she sank down on the couch beside him. Her arms went around his neck and he circled his around her waist, grasping the silent comfort she was offering him and sharing his heartache with the one person who loved him and understood him better than anyone else.
And through all of his mourning, something cold and selfish ate at him. He was sitting here, holding a woman he loved more than life itself. For one brief moment he forgot to be scared for his little brother and friends and it was with an overwhelming sense of guilt that he thanked any God that would listen that it wasn’t Christy.

*~*~*~*~*~*

“You and Andrea are way too much alike.”
Taking a drag of his cigarette, Raph exhaled and turned his gaze slowly to the woman standing next to him. “What makes you say that?”
Kris tightened her arms around herself, willing the cold to leave her alone. “She has a tendency to light up when she gets really stressed out or pissed. I bet she’d be smoking right now if she had any.”
Raph released a short laugh. “I wouldn’t blame her.”
They fell into a comfortable silence again, leaning slightly on each other as they stared out over the city, their minds working furiously, coming up with new and sadistic ways that they planned on hurting whoever had messed with the people they loved. Stepping forward, Raph tossed his cigarette over the ledge and braced his hands on the hard concrete, his dark gaze roving over the city below. Two days and they were still out there. He hoped they were still out there. The first night he’d spent with Sammy’s little hand resting on his chest, he had convinced himself that if something had happened to the little angel’s mother, he’d know is. He’d be the first to feel if the woman he loved was no longer alive. He hadn’t felt anything like that and he had clung to that fact, using it to keep him relatively sane. His grip on that sanity was starting to slip though. They were approaching the second night and still had no idea where Catey, Andrea and Mikey were. The Foot hadn’t shown their faces in the city since they’d struck their half-assed truce with Karai. Even if they were in the city, they wouldn’t know to come after Andrea and Catey. The Purple Dragon’s had all but disappeared, leaving no trace of themselves around the city. That in itself was strange enough, given that they’d been so ferocious in their gang activity over the past few months.
Purple Dragons…something suddenly clicked in Raph’s head. “Fuck!” he yelled, slamming his fist down hard on the concrete ledge.
“Raph, what-?”
“The fuckin’ Dragon’s have them.”
“How do you know that?”
He started pacing like some wild animal, dragging his sais from his belt and sending them spinning in frightening, controlled circles. “Why the fuck didn’t I figure this out sooner,” he muttered. “They know Catey and Drea. They jumped ‘em in the alley.”
“I know…but it was dark. They might not have seen them. Besides, how does that ensure my friends and your brother a spot on their shit list?”
“Me and my brothers have always been on the Dragon’s shit list. Especially me.”
Kris grabbed his arm, pulling him around. “What do you mean…especially you?” she asked, staring at him hard.
“Me and Hun…the leader of the Dragon’s…we kinda have some issues.”
“What…kind…of…issues,” Kris said evenly. “These had better not be the kind of issues that put you on my shit list, Raph.”
He squared his shoulders. He knew what he was about to say was going to send Kris into a whole new kind of pissed off. He was angry enough with himself right now not to deal with it very well if she did and neither of them needed that. They’d been leaning heavily on each other up until now.
A sudden thud followed by a pained groan stopped him and he whirled around, his heart lodging itself in his throat when his eyes landed on Michelangelo. The youngest of the brothers had landed on his feet but was too tired and in too much pain to remain standing. He was on his knees now, bracing himself with his good arm. “Hey guys,” he said with forced cheerfulness.
“Mikey!” Raph rushed to his brother, pulling him into his arms.
“Ow…watch the arm!” Mikey quickly moved so that his injured arm was out of the way. Drawing a wavering breath, he rested against his brother, drawing from his strength. “Man, it’s good to see you.”
Raph pulled back, letting his hands rest on Mikey’s shoulders. He was finally able to look at his brother and what he saw made his stomach lurch. He had no mask, no clothing to protect him from the cold, one eye was blackened, coinciding with the few bruises around his jaw, arms, sides and legs. There were several crude cuts and burns marring the green skin of his arms and legs. “What…what the hell happened to you, bro?” Raph asked softly, horror lacing his tone.
“Hun,” Mikey said softly, his gaze meeting Raph’s. There was something there, something in those dull blue eyes that Raph didn’t want to know.
Kris moved past the brothers, shoving the patio door open. “Christy, get me hot water, cloths, a blanket and some rubbing alcohol now!” she yelled, knowing her voice would carry to the back room where Christy was putting Sammy down for the night.
“Kris, what-,” Donnie started. Then his eyes went wide as he watched Raph help his youngest brother into the suite. “Mikey!” Grabbing the thick mink blanket hanging over the back of the couch, Donnie rushed to help, wrapping the blanket around Mikey’s trembling shoulders.
“Fuck! The arm guys…watch the arm!”
“What’s wrong with your arm?” Donnie asked.
“Catey said it’s fractured.”
“In that case.” Christy had just come into the room, her eyes wide and frightened, the first aid kit in one hand and several towels in the other. “Christy, I’m going to need something to wrap his arm with too,” Donnie said as he carefully looked over Mikey’s arm, pressing on several spots carefully and gauging Mikey’s reaction to pinpoint the area of the fracture.
“Here.” Christy handed him the first aid kit. “There should be something.” When he opened the kit and she saw the small amount of gauze provided that would do them no good, she winced. “I’ll run to my room and see what I can find,” she said.
“Go to Catey’s,” Kris instructed. “She’s got a bunch of nursing equipment stashed in the back of her closet.”
Donnie and Raph helped Mikey to the couch, setting him down carefully as Kris laid everything they would need out on the coffee table with the precision of a surgeon.
“I’m going to call Leo, let him know Mikey’s here,” Donnie said. He slipped his cell from his belt, dialed Leo’s number and wandered over to the other side of the room.
“Now would be the time you start talking,” Kris said, her voice soft, her hard gaze fixed on the wounded mutant resting on the couch.
Mikey looked up, his body going tense when he saw the wild, furious look in Kris’s dark brown eyes. He quickly looked away, focusing on Raph. He had that same look but Mikey was used to it from him. It was more intense this time, more haunted but this was his brother. He had an easier time facing him than a woman’s whose depth of rage was unknown to him. “You…you should grab a beer for yourself, Raph,” he said cautiously.
Kris rose immediately, crossing the room to the fridge. When she came back she brought back not only a beer for Raph, but a beer but him as well. He waited until Raph had downed half the contents of, nursing his own. Donnie joined them and began the painful task of wrapping his arm.
“Leo should be back in a few minutes. He didn’t make it very far.”
“Talk Mikey,” Raph demanded softly.
Mikey drew in a shaky sigh, took a healthy dose of liquid courage. “We were comin’ home and a bunch of Purple Dragon’s with guns came up behind us, put the guns to our backs and forced us into an alley. I dropped my cell phone.”
“We found it. Thank’s for tryin’ to let us know somethin’.”
“Yeah. It was the only thing I could manage to do without drawing too much attention. Anyway…they, they knocked us out. Chloroform. Came to in a cell.”
“Tell me you know how to get back there,” Raph said fiercely.
Mikey caught his gaze and held it. “I know how to get back there.”
“Good. Is…um…is Andrea-.”
Mikey went tense. He had been dreading this part. He knew that Cat was okay because he had been there. He knew Andrea wasn’t…because he had been there. He knew he was going to have to tell Raph what happened so he didn’t flip out when he saw the extent of the damage…because Raph hadn’t been there, but he was about to be.
“Mikey-.”
“Yeah Raph.” He sighed, forcing himself to meet Raph’s penetrating gaze. “It’s…it’s not good. She won’t let them get to Catey and they…they kind of assumed that, with the attitude and all…that…that she belonged to you.”
Mikey watched as one of Raph’s hands fell to the handle of his sai, his grip tightening until his knuckles turned a light shade of green.
“Why did they let you go?” The question came from Donnie and Mikey was more than happy to take his eyes off of the brother quickly losing his control.
“Bait. They want all of us. Hun gave me twelve hours to get you all to the alley on the corner of Fifth and Madison.”
“What happens after twelve hours?” Kris asked.
He didn’t want to answer her. That control Raph was scarcely holding onto was going to shatter the second the words left his mouth. He swore softly and took a long pull from his beer. The thought of Catey becoming “property” of the Dragon’s in the worst sense of the word had haunted him from the minute he’d been pulled from his cell until now. The sick feeling refused to go away, rising up in his throat and making him feel like he was suffocating. Catey…his Catey, at the hands of those bastards. He couldn’t let that happen.
The only thing worse than knowing that was the fate his girlfriend faced if he didn’t hurry his ass up was knowing that Andrea would throw herself in front of Catey. She would sacrifice herself to that horror to save her friend. And he had to tell Raph that.
He placed his beer on the table and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, tears of fear and raw anger blurring his vision. “If we’re one hour late…they’re going to rape them.”
A growl of pure fury that sent a chill over Michelangelo erupted from Raph as he yanked his sai free and plunged it into the coffee table. “Take me there!” he demanded. “Take me there right the fuck now!”
“Raph, please-,” Donnie tried.
“Don’t you fuckin’ ‘Raph please’ me! There ain’t no way I’m lettin’ some Purple Dragon scum lay a fuckin’ hand on my girlfriend!”
Kris grabbed Raph’s hand and yanked him around. She placed her hands on either side of his face and held him in place with her eyes alone. “No one is laying a hand on her or Catey. We’ll make sure of that. Control it, Raph. She needs you to. You go in there flipping out like you are now…that could get her killed. You don’t want that.”
“No!” he ground out through his clenched teeth. “Kris-.” His shoulders shook with the effort to reign in his fury and the sick fear that was intent on pulling it out of him. “I can’t-.”
“You have to, Raphael. Just like Mikey’s doing.”
“Jesus, Mikey…” He turned to his youngest brother and his stomach clenched when he saw the look of absolute vulnerability. Catey was facing the same fate as Andrea. He sat next to the orange-masked turtle, pulling him close and resting his forehead against his.
“I couldn’t protect her. I couldn’t protect either of them,” the youngest whispered harshly. “Catey…she was crying so hard and I couldn’t do anything to comfort her. And Andrea…” His shoulders heaved and he curled into Raph, clinging to the one person who shared his trepidation. “I’m so sorry, Raph. There was nothing I could do to stop them.”
Raph swallowed hard, tightening his grip on Mikey’s shoulder. “S’okay bro. We’ll get ‘em out. And we’ll make those Dragon’s wish they’d never met us.”
Donnie left his two brothers to their moment and went to the kitchen where Christy had started furiously scrubbing at dishes from supper. Raph’s reaction to what Mikey said had sent her into the kitchen, searching frantically for something to keep her hands busy.
“Hey,” he said softly, resting a hand on her tense shoulder.
She made a tiny noise and started scrubbing harder. Tears fell freely from her green eyes, splashing softly into the soapy dish water.
“Christy-.”
“What if…what if they’ve already killed them,” she said in an agonized whisper.
“They didn’t.” Donnie knew the Dragon’s better than that. They wouldn’t get rid of the two things holding him and his brothers in a position to follow orders. That wasn’t their style.
“How do you know?” She whipped around to face him, a crazed look overcoming her usually calm demeanor, a demeanor she’d worked so very hard at controlling since Mikey, Andrea and Catey had gone missing. “How can you be so sure? Look at Mikey…look at what they did to him! What if…what if they’re just calling you guys out with empty promises?”
“They don’t work like that, Christy. They may be stupid, but they know better than to be that careless.”
“Mikey has a fractured arm and bruises and cuts all over his damn body! How can you say that they’re not that careless?!”
“For their sake…they’d better not be.”
Christy gasped and turned towards the sound of Kris’s voice, her cheeks burning. She hadn’t meant for anyone to overhear her having a meltdown. Hell, she hadn’t intended on having a meltdown in the first place but she just couldn’t help it. Those were her friends out there, friends who were at the mercy of a bunch of sadistic rapists.
“I’ll be teaching each and every one of those jackasses the meaning of a slow, painful death if that’s the case,” Kris said, her voice low, her eyes dark with promise.
“Every single one of you needs to calm down right the hell now and quit talking about what might have already happened and what’s going to happen,” came Leo’s voice from the entrance to the living room.
He went to Mikey and Raph, ignoring the hostile glare Kris was leveling on him, kneeling in front of his youngest brother and looking him over. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Banged up but…you know, been through worse.” He thought about that for a minute, his blue eyes so horribly sad, before quietly adding, “Physically.”
Leo nodded and looked up at Raph. “You?”
“Hardly holdin’ it together,” Raph answered honestly.
“We’re going to get them back. I promise both of you that. And we’re going to do it soon. Sit tight, I’ll do the rationalizing thing, plan out what we’re going to do. Mikey, you said you know where they are?”
The youngest nodded, brushing at the tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Okay. I’m going to make a phone call. I’ll be back.” He rose and made his way to the balcony, slipping his cell free as he walked.
Kris watched as he slipped outside, torn between admiration and anger. He was holding it together so well. She couldn’t do that. She was physically unable to hold it together when her two best friends were out there suffering, out there where she couldn’t protect them. Her thought were only able to revolve around vengeance, rage and terror. She’d been lost to it, unable to do anything to stop herself from turning into the train wreck she was quickly becoming. The train wreck that was treating Leo like a complete stranger.
She loved him, she didn’t need to be pushing him away like that, making him feel like she wanted nothing to do with him. Zipping up her hooded sweatshirt, she slipped out onto the balcony just as Leo was putting his cell back in his pocket. She closed the door, the soft click signaling her presence.
Leo turned slowly and offered her a tight, reserved smile. “Hey.”
She didn’t waste any time in going to him. She was hurting so much right now, having gone far too long with no comfort. His arms wrapped around her, closing her into his safe warmth.
Leo nuzzled her hair, grateful that his girlfriend was back for the moment. “Was beginning to wonder where you went,” he murmured softly, his hands tracing slow, soothing circles between her shoulder blades.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Her eyes burned, but no tears came. She would not cry for her friends. She had not lost them. They were out there, waiting for them. There would be no morning a loss that hadn’t happened. “Those two girls are my world, Leo.”
“I know. We’re not going to waste any time returning them to you.”
“Keep me sane. Tell me what you’re planning,” she murmured softly, clutching at him.
“April and Casey are on their way over. April is going to stay here with Sammy. Casey is coming with us. They should be here within the hour. We’re going to have Mikey bring us back to where they were holding him once dark starts settling in. We’ll take a look at the place, make sure we have all of our options for getting in and getting out quick figured out. Then we’ll go in and get your girls out of there.”
“Can I have weapons?”
“Yeah, you can have weapons. Are you going to go all psycho-Kris on me again?”
She lifted her head, her serious eyes regarding him with a certain amount of uncertainty. “Are you going to hate it if I do?”
Leo lifted a hand, brushing her thick bangs out of her eyes and cradling her face. “No. It’s…it’s a little unsettling but I understand what you’re going through. The Foot took Splinter from us once. Every day that went by…it was harder and harder to maintain a grip on my control. Just-.” He paused, managing to look thoughtful and sad at the same time.
“Just what?” she asked softly.
He lowered his head, brushing his lips against hers. “Just come back to me.”
“I’ll always come back to you, Leo,” she promised.
“In the mean time, I’ll just settle for being completely and utterly intimidated by you when you switch back to the dark side.”
Kris chuckled softly, rubbing her nose against his. “You? Intimidated by lil
‘ol me? How is that even possible?”
“Have you ever taken a good look at yourself when you’re pissed off? Raph even admitted last night that you were starting to freak him out.”
“Raph?!” she managed to say incredulously through her laughter. “No way.”
“Mhmm. He said you’re ‘voodoo’ eyes scare the hell out of him.”
Kris laughed harder, feeling the oppressive weight that had been pulling her down into the endless void of her fury start to let up. Mikey was back, he knew where their girls were, they were going to have them back by the time the sun rose tomorrow and she knew it. She could feel it with everything in her.
“We’re getting them back.”
Kris nodded, hugging him tightly. “I know.”
*~*~*~*~*~*
“Mama?”
Raph sighed, feeling the familiar unease settle in his stomach as it did every night since Andrea had gone missing. Sammy was always wanting to know where her mom was. It had become her little ritual to ask him where she was every time he put her down for a nap or got her down for the night. I wanna know where she is too, munchkin, he thought before setting out to appease the little girl.
“She’s comin’ home tonight, Sammy. I’m going to go get her for you,” he explained as he helped her into her My Little Pony pajamas. “My friend April is gonna stay here with you so you just sleep tight and when you wake up in the morning, I promise you, your mom’s gonna be here waitin’ for ya, okay?”
“Okay.”
Sinking into the glider next to the crib, Raph heaved a great sigh, propped his elbow on the arm rest and dropped his forehead into his open palm, rubbing it a little. Every minute that passed was like a knife scraping against his nerves. He was sick of waiting. All this waiting was going to drive him to the point of madness. He just wanted to get to Andrea, make sure she was safe, hold her again. With her gone he felt like part of him was missing.
Sammy toddled over to him, her crystal blue eyes wide and thoughtful. She started to clamor into his lap and he reached down, picking her up and settling her on his leg.
“Miss mommy,” she said softly, one small hand curling around the edge of his shell.
“I know baby.” Raph kissed her downy hair, then ran his hand over it before circling his arm around her tiny waist. “I miss her too.”
He rocked slowly for a while, holding Sammy to him, holding the one piece of Andrea he still had. Her breathing evened out, became deeper and he looked down, seeing that she had fallen asleep on him. He smiled softly, then stood up and laid her carefully down in her crib, pulling her blanket up over her. “Night munchkin. Love you.”

He clicked off her bedside lamp and left the room, pulling the door partially closed then made his way out into the living room. Donnie was sitting beside Mikey at the dining room table, doing what he could to repair some of the damage the Dragon’s had done to him. Leo, April and Casey stood beside them, talking quietly. Christy and Kris sat in the living room, each of them taking up one of the overstuffed chairs that flanked the coffee table. Christy kept casting glances at April, her expression unreadable. Kris had pulled back into herself, her “voodoo” eyes in full blaze once more.
“Hey,” he said in greeting to April and Casey.
“Hey man.” Casey regarded him cautiously. “You holdin’ up okay?”
He wasn’t, but Casey didn’t need to know that. He nodded, veering into the kitchen and grabbing himself another beer.
“Raph, do you really think that’s wise?” April asked, her voice laden with disapproval.
He turned slowly, yanked the top off and tossed it in the sink before taking a long drink, his glittering eyes leveled on April. She was his friend, but she was getting dangerously close to crossing a line.
Across the room, Kris had stood up. Her hostile eyes were fixed on April. It was almost as if she was daring her to say one more thing to Raph to set either one of them off.
“Take Raph outside,” Leo quietly instructed Casey before heading towards Kris, taking her arm and leading her into her bedroom. Interventions were needed at this point. There was enough going on right now without added confrontation.
With the dangerous ones out of the room, April looked shrewdly to her two friends sitting at the table. “Mikey…I’m sorry. Really, I am. But…” she threw her hands up, making a sound if impatience. “None of this would have ever happened if you would have just…” she trailed off when both Mikey and Donnie’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Would have just what?” Mikey asked, his usually cheerful voice dropping to a low almost-growl. “You know…for someone who was so gung-ho about letting a bunch of mutants into her life, you’ve sure got a narrow mind.”
He stood abruptly and went to Catey’s room, slamming the door behind him.
“You shouldn’t have said that,” Donnie muttered, starting to clean up the supplies he’d used to patch up Mikey. “You don’t know what he’s going through.”
April threw her hands up. “Why not? It’s true. If your brother’s would have actually taken a minute to realize that those girls didn’t really need their help instead of thinking with their hormones, you guys wouldn’t be in danger right now. They wouldn’t have put our family in danger and I-.”
She was suddenly cut off when Christy’s hand closed around her wrist, yanking it behind her back. Her other hand shoved at her back until April’s face was pressed into the table. “You do not get to talk about my friends like that!” she snarled.
“Jesus, Christy…” Donnie stared at his girlfriend wide-eyed. “Christy, let her up.” He pulled her back and her grip on April’s wrist suddenly slackened. The red head whipped up, facing the other woman, her eyes wild.
“What the hell is your problem?!”
“What’s my problem? What’s my problem?! You have been nothing but a bitch to us since we showed up at the lair and you want to know what’s wrong with me?! My friends are out there, being held by a bunch of brutal sons of bitches and all you care about is why our boyfriend’s shouldn’t be involved in it!”
“They shouldn’t be! You and your friends are putting them in danger!”
“That’s it…you’re coming with me!!”
“What?!” April stared at her, her green eyes a mass of confusion and skepticism.
“Right now!” Christy grabbed her wrist again and yanked her out of the suite, ignoring all of her protests as she drug the older woman to her rooms, shoved her inside and slammed the door behind them. “I know you were the first woman in their lives and I know you’re used to it being just you,” she started, slowly backing April into a corner. She wasn’t as big as the red head, but she certainly felt like it right now with the way the other woman was cowering away from her. “We didn’t come here to take them from you. But we’re here, and two of my friends, friends that mean a great deal to Raph and Mikey need our help and your attitude is the complete opposite of what any of us need right now!”
“How do you expect me to react? You and your friends are putting my family in danger!”
“Unintentionally! The last thing either Catey or Andrea would want is to put the men they love in danger. Same with Kris. Same with me! I would never want to put Donatello in danger!”
“But you’re going to! You’re going to because you just couldn’t keep your hands off of him and let him be!”
Christy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Did this woman actually want Donatello and his brothers to live in solitude for their entire lives, their only emotional attachments existing in Casey, Angel and herself? “Do you even realize how ludicrous that sounds?”
“I don’t care! I love those guys and I’m not going to just sit here and watch them go into a trap set with your friends as bait!”
There was something she wasn’t saying. Something that was striking a nerve deep in Christy. There was more than mere friendship fueling this.
“You might love him but you have no idea-.”
Christy gasped softly, cutting her off. “You love him,” she said softly. She lifted her gaze to meet April’s stunned green eyes. “You do. You love Donatello. Oh my god,” she breathed, lifting a hand to her chest.
“Yes,” April admitted quietly. “I do. And I’ve loved him a lot longer than you have.”
“Oh, so what? That gives you leverage? That’s ridiculous!”
“It is not!”
“You’re right! That’s not the ridiculous part. The ridiculous part is that you have the love of a really great guy and you don’t even care! You’d rather set your sights on someone who’s not yours and forget all about the guy who’s wearing his heart on his sleeve just for you! I can’t believe you would just disregard something like that! April, would you just listen-.”
“No! I’m tired of listening! You guys-.”
A loud CRACK resounded in the room and Christy found herself staring at her hand. It had a mind of its own. April was standing across from her, a hand pressed to her reddening cheek. “I…I can’t believe you just hit me.”
Christy blinked fast, her eyelids keeping in time with her rapid thoughts. “I…I’m sorry. I had no right to do that. Well, no…I did have a right. But I didn’t mean for it to get like that. For things to get this…this far. If you would just listen…there’s something I think you need to know. Please, if you’ll just let me talk.”
The exhausted look on the other woman’s face pulled at the small, sympathetic strings unguarded in April’s heart. “Alright,” she said softly. “I’ll listen.”
Christy took a deep breath before she combed her agitated fingers through her hair. “I know…we know that you were the first woman and friend in the guys’ lives. We know that and we respect and honor you for that. We’re not trying to take them away and I’m sorry if it might feel like we are. I know that’s what it felt like for the guys when you started dating Casey. At least, that’s what Donnie told me the other night when we were talking.
“For this to work, we need you to know that we don’t want to take them away. That’s not what we’re doing. We are just trying to love them, you know, that thing that you and Casey do? I know this is so cliché but we are so not trying to take your place.” She waited for something, anything to cross April’s face, any kind of understanding.
“Is it so hard to see them happy? Is it? Because if it is, you’re fighting a losing battle and I don’t want that to happen. You guys have such an awesome history together, you have gone through things no one else in the world has and they’re not going to forget that. They’re just adding to their amazing lives. When you look at them, don’t you wish that they could find someone to be happy with? Do you honestly think there’s anything fair about carrying on a relationship while you’re in love with Donnie and just expecting him to stay alone? Wouldn’t you rather see him happy?”
It took a few seconds but Christy could finally see April’s eyes start to soften. She had finally managed to break through. “And don’t think I’m trying to be a bitch here…but it’s also not fair that the only love you’re willing to give Donnie is a half love. He needs a whole love, one that came because someone saw him the way he was and loved him for it, not because now there’s a chance he’s being taken away. That’s not at all fair and I know you love him enough to let him find love, right?”
When April didn’t answer, Christy pressed her again. “Right?”
Still April refused to answer.
“You know that you could severely destroy whatever relationship with Casey you have if you answer this question the wrong way. You do know that, don’t you?”
Finally, April’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “Yeah, I…you hurt him and I’ll kill you.”
Christy gave her a soft smile. “I’d do it myself…and so would my friends.”
April cocked a brow at that. “Oh, they would, would they?”
“Yeah,” Christy said. “Especially Kris. She keeps telling me that if I don’t watch it with him, she’s going to give him the kind of love he really needs.” When she saw the red-heads hackles raising, Christy remembered that they weren’t at the state of friendship that could handle this kind of humor yet. “I was kidding. Kris is crazy. You might want to take a note not to get on her bad side.”
“The dark one? Leo’s girlfriend?”
“That’s her,” Christy confirmed. “As a matter of fact, she’s pretty much ready to jump off the deep end. She was about to kill you back there. Her and Raph…their personalities are proving to match up pretty good right now but Kris’s actually a lot crazier. So when we get back you might, for the sake of your life, want to apologize. Leo had to take her back to her room to keep her away from you. “
A chill passed through April’s body.
Christy noticed it and smiled ever-so-slightly. “Yeah. She’s intense. She and Drea are the mama bears of our group so you might want to appease her. Oh! I know!” She disappeared, ducking into the kitchen and returning with something wrapped in thin wax paper. As she handed it to April, the older woman saw that it was a chocolate covered long john donut. “This ought to do the trick.”
With the peace offering in hand, April followed behind Christy as she led the way back to the other girls’ suite.
“Just remember,” she said as she paused at the door, her hand on the doorknob. “When we get in there, don’t make eye contact because she’s angry. Just hold your hands out in front of you with the donut.”
“Are you serious?” April couldn’t believe the ridiculousness of what the woman suggested but if it would get the guys to forgive her, something else Christy had pointed out earlier, she would do it.
Christy opened the door and they walked in, not surprised to see everyone sitting around the dining room table. Kris sat between Leonardo and Raphael with her head down and a hand clamped around their wrists. When they entered, she looked up and the sight of her scared April more than her initial anger had. Kris looked like a black devil with her midnight hair, dark skin and black clothes. The whites of her eyes were blood red and tears were nowhere to be found, but the puffiness around her eyes was proof that there had been.
A low, gravelly voice startled her and made her skin crawl. “You’re lucky Leo took me to my room and Christy took her to your place.” April, try as she might, couldn’t stop herself from disobeying Christy’s direct orders and looked up, right into Kris’s eyes. “I don’t care if you don’t like me but if you ever start spoutin’ shit out of your mouth about stuff you don’t know again, you’d better make sure you invest in some life insurance because I won’t hesitate to fuck you up.”
Next to her Raph’s eyes widened as he swung his head to look at Kris. He didn’t know she swore! He watched as Leo’s hand reached for hers, gripping it tightly as if he were trying to hold her in place, trying to stop her from going completely over to the darkness that had held her over the last few days.
“Now…what the hell are you doing?” Kris asked, finally noticing that April was carrying something in her hands. In her outstretched hands.
“I’m banking on Christy having told me the truth about peace offerings. It’s a chocolate covered long john.”
Kris let go of the Leo’s hand and stood up. “Do you know what that donut signifies?”
April’s eyes shifted side to side to see if any of the guys had any clue. She finally looked back to Christy who had an eyebrow cocked. “No, I don’t think Christy filled mi in on the full implication…” What the hell were these women about?
“It means that if you are honestly giving it to me in hopes of repairing something we don’t have, we will invariably be best friends from now on. You will become part of my pack and I will defend you with my life, should you ever need me to.”
“I…yes, I do. I mean this donut. I do want us to be friends. Christy literally slapped some sense into me and I’m really sorry for earlier. I wasn’t being fair to you. Any of you. I’m sorry.”
Kris walked around the table to stand in front of April. “Are you ready to be part of this family? Because it’s pretty crazy. I don’t know if you can handle it.”
“Oh, I can handle it alright,” April assured Kris, handing the donut to her. “If I can handle him,” she jerked a thumb in Casey’s direction, “then I can handle anything you could throw at me.”
Kris hesitated, looking her over shrewdly. Then she accepted the donut, her shoulders slumping slightly. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around April. Uncertain of what to do, the red-head stiffened at first, then very carefully put her arms around Kris in return.
“I think you can hug me a little harder than that,” Kris said.
April squeezed tightly but Kris told her again, “harder.”
When April finally squeezed as hard as she could, Kris kissed her on the cheek, catching the New Yorker by surprise. “Thank you. I’m so tired of fighting.” The last part was a pained whisper and April just barely caught the hitch in her breath as the dark woman stifled her tears “I just want my girls back and I want everyone to be happy. Friends?”
April nodded, her eyes also tearing up. “Friends.” She was tired of being angry too and just wanted everything to stop whirling around her so fast.
“I’m glad…because I don’t think I could leave Sammy home with someone who wasn’t a friend. Someone gave you the run down, right? There isn’t much you should have to do. Raph got her down for the night. She’s been sleeping a little fitfully the past two nights. If she wakes up, she knows you’re here to watch her. Just do what you can to comfort her. If you do that, Andrea will more than love you when we bring her home. And…and thanks, April. I don’t know what we would do without you.”
The smile she gave April was the most genuine she had yet seen and April felt a sense of ease overcome her, unable to help feeling grateful that things had turned out this way. “You’d be running around like a bunch of headless chickens, I guess.”
Kris and her shared a brief laugh, one cut short when Leo spoke up.
“We’d better get going guys. The sooner we get there, the sooner we get them out.”
Kris gave April one last pat on the shoulder, exchanging a silent nod with the other woman, than turned and grabbed the single samurai sword Leo had given her, hooking it to her belt. She took up a spot between Leo and Raph, following them out into the cold, more than ready to get her girls back, come hell or high water.
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