Perfect Enemy

Reality Check
Chapter Three

This chapter took a little longer than I wanted because there were times I didn't have the inspiration to write. Also, there were times where I just didn't have the time to write. Finally, I've got it done though. There is slight adult content near the ending. I hope you enjoy.

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The first sensation he became aware of as he returned to consciousness was pain; searing, heavy and unmerciful. His body was screaming at him in agony. He groaned as he opened his eyes. A wave of nausea swept over him and he had just enough time to weakly roll to his side before he began to retch.

The noise alerted Casey Jones and he hurried from the kitchen to his living room. He was not happy to find the young man puking on his carpet. He gave a disgusted sigh, but decided to cut him a break. After all, he'd just come back from on the brink of death.

"Are you done now or do you need a trashcan?" he asked.

David didn't reply, but Casey fetched the garbage can anyway and set it near him in front of the couch. No sense in making it worse than it already was. He then gathered a broom, dustpan, scrub brush, and bucket he filled with a mixture of cleaning solution and water.

After he swept up what he could, he began to scrub the spot on the carpet with the brush.

"Well, glad to see you're at least alive, ninja boy," Casey said, "We didn't think you were going to make it. You've been out nearly three days."

David turned his head slightly to look at the well muscled man. Why did he save him? For what purpose? To be in the hands of the enemy was far worse than death.

"You should have left me to die," he finally croaked, "I am a disgrace to my clan. I have dishonored my mistress. I am nothing."

"Yeah, well, normally I'd agree with you on that," Casey admitted, "But there's a very good friend of mine I promised to help you. I'd never break my word to her or she'd kick my ass."

He knew Alisa very well would too, pregnant or not. To say he was amused when he learned Leo was going to be a dad was an understatement. Fortunately for him, the blue-masked turtle had taken his jokes in stride.

"And who is she to help me?" David asked, bitterly, "I have no one who should care about me."

Casey paused and gave him an odd glance. What was wrong with this kid? He just hoped his adopted sister was prepared in knowing her brother might have changed in the years she last saw him.

"An old friend of yours or a family member, maybe," he answered, casually, "Look, obviously some one cared enough, so show a little gratitude why don'tcha?"

David gave a scowl and turned his head away again to stare up at the ceiling. Casey left him alone then, having enough of his whining anyhow. He finished scrubbing the carpet to his satisfaction and then put away the supplies.

"I've got a phone call to make, ninja boy," he told him, upon returning, "Just lie still and don't move. I don't want you busting your stitches."

David glared at the vigilante as he walked past to the telephone where it resided on the wall in the living room. As soon as he regained enough strength, he was making his escape. Where he would go now that he had been discharged of the Foot, he was not certain, but he would not stay here. He would not stand for this fool.

The older man's voice was low as he talked to the person on the other end. The ninja strained his ears to pick up bits and pieces of the conversation. It seemed as if he was updating them on his condition. David frowned as he listened. Who were they to care so much about him that they wanted to know if he was alive or not?

"Alright, Leo," Casey said, "I'll see you both in half an hour."

He then hung up and looked over to his patient.

"You've got visitors coming, ninja boy," he informed, "So when you see the girl who saved you, you should know who she is."

David loathed the nickname the man seemed to have chosen to call him.

"I don't want to see her," he hissed, "I have no wish to know her."

Casey was beginning to get angry. If not for Alisa, he would have already thrown this ninja jerk out the door. He hated the Foot and this ex-member was all the more proof.

"Look, pal, you're starting to get on my nerves," he growled.

"The feeling is mutual," David retorted.

He then laboriously began to sit up and get off the couch to his feet. He found he was clad only in boxer shorts. He gritted his teeth against the sharp, stabbing pains shooting through his shoulders, side, and leg. He grabbed the armrest to balance him before taking shuffling steps.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Casey demanded.

"To the bathroom, if you don't mind," David replied, hotly, "Where is it?"

"Oh," Casey said, less harshly, "Uh, just around the corner to the left past the bedroom."

"Thank you," David answered, curtly.

He then turned around the corner out of sight. It took him fifteen minutes before he returned. It was long enough that Casey started to worry. What if he'd snuck into his bedroom and escaped out the window? The ninja wouldn't get far in his condition, but Casey would have to catch him or he'd be in some trouble for sure with Alisa and Leo.

He was relieved when the young man finally appeared again, slowly hobbling his way back to the couch. David was feeling dizzy now and his legs threatened to collapse from right under him. The small amount of strength he'd managed to summon was gone and he felt drained nearly to the core.

He somehow made it to the couch without falling and eased himself on the worn cushions under the blankets. He stifled a groan as he tried to settle in a comfortable position. It wasn't easy when his body was one massive lump of pain. He didn't know the extent of his injuries beyond what the vigilante had mentioned, but seeing how heavily bandaged he was in the bathroom mirror gave him an idea. He remembered shamefully passing out after Karai had tore into his side.

He closed his eyes with a noiseless sigh. He was lucky in a sense to be alive as in that no one usually survived a formal discharge from the Foot Clan. However, his life now would be radically changed. That luck would run out when they knew he was still alive. He would have to live in hiding and secrecy for the rest of his life or they would make sure the job was finished the next time.

He opened his eyes again in time to see a shadow suddenly fall outside of the living room window. His first instinct was to reach for his weapon, but remembered a split second later he was unarmed and helpless as well. He was in no shape to fight.

The window silently began to slide upwards. Some one was breaking in and that muscle-bound idiot wasn't even concerned. In fact, Casey went to assist the small lithe figure that was coming through.

It was a female dressed in a black ninja dogi and a single katana was strapped to her back. Her hair was pulled into two long ponytails at the back of her head. There was something familiar in her to David, but he was at an angle that he could not get a better look.

Another figure climbed inside a few moments after her. This one was a little taller and stocky. Its build suggested it was big-boned or muscled. He tried to see who it was too, but it was staying closer to the shadows and he could not make out any further features.

"I thought you guys were coming to the door," Casey said, "Leo, what are you doing bringing her in through windows?"

"You know my wife, Casey," Leo stated, matter-of-factly, "And I trust her in she knows what to do to take care of herself."

It was more than what he knew that was certain, but he was quickly learning. He reached an arm around Alisa's waist to place his hand over a small slightly hard bump on her lower abdomen. A smile fluttered across his lips. It was still a fact he was trying to wrap his head around completely, but this made it so much more real for him. Her body was literally changing overnight now as the baby grew.

"I am fine, Casey," she added, "But thank you for your concern."

David nearly fell off the couch when he heard her speak. That voice could only belong to her. It was his sister! He was correct in his presumption as she finally moved into the light and began walking towards him.

All this time, he'd been searching for her and those wretched reptiles without a trace. Now irony of ironies she was within his grasp and he wasn't able to do a damn thing about it. He wondered if the person still in the shadows who had come with her was one of the monstrosities.

A bright smile lit up Alisa's face as she approached the couch. She leaned over and gingerly wrapped her arms around her brother's shoulders in a hug. The move stunned David for a moment.

"You've finally come home, Davey," she said, softly, using his childhood nickname, "I thought I'd lost you forever too."

The words managed to melt a little of the ice surrounding his heart. When was the last time he actually thought of her fondly as his baby sister and not a target for capture? It had been far too long, he realized.

Still, his mind was trained to perceive her as only the enemy. She was caught off guard when he suddenly pushed her forcefully away. She stumbled a bit, but quickly regained her balance.

David barely had time to react to the turtle's presence before the thing was nearly on top of him. The young man screamed in terror and tried to scramble off the couch to get away. He watched then as Alisa gently pushed at the creature to step back and stand down.

"Leo, no," she pleaded, "It's okay."

It didn't look happy, but it seemed to listen to her. However, it now sat down cross-legged on the floor near them. It never took its eyes off him. David gave an involuntary shiver, uncomfortable with having it so close. Karai was right; the thing looked like a demon.

Alisa turned back to her brother then.

"I'm sorry, David," she apologized, "Leonardo is protective, but he means no harm. He won't hurt you unless you've given him good reason to."

David finally settled back down on the couch again. Anger was now quickly replacing the fear. He glared at the turtle and it gave one in return.

"That thing is a monster," he spat, "Obviously, you have been able to train it because it obeys you, but how can you trust it that it won't turn on you?"

It hurt to hear anyone talk about her beloved and her family as monsters, but she knew to some people that's what they were.

"My husband is not a monster," she replied, quietly, "And I would prefer you do not speak of him as one. I love Leo and I am happy living with him and his family."

David stared at her with a mixture of horror and shock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Her husband? She loved the creature and claimed to be married to it too?

He was disgusted. Surely the mutant must have brain-washed her. She couldn't possibly willingly love it otherwise.

"You are such a fool, Alisa," he growled, low, "You are blind to the truth. The mutant has only been manipulating you, keeping you away from your true destiny. It knows you will destroy it if you join the Foot Clan, so it lies to you."

Alisa's breathing had grown heavy as the anger boiled through her veins. Her hands trembled as she clenched and unclenched them at her sides. She didn't think, only reacted as she raised the palm of her hand to smack it across his face. David yelped and was stunned into silence.

"What has your precious Foot Clan done for you?" she seethed, "Look where it's gotten you; nowhere. Karai dumped your sorry carcass in a trash-strewn alley and left you for dead. Is that what your Foot Clan has done?"

"What about me, David?" she continued, her voice rising in tempo, "What have they done for me? How about making my life a living hell, murdering mom and dad and using me as a weapon for revenge? Is that what's so wonderful about the Foot?"

She paused a moment then to take a deep breath and try to calm down. David found he had no words to fight back with. Everything she was saying was the truth, whether he wanted to believe it or not. He was not willing to accept that, however. He could not yet face the reality of otherwise.

"Leo saved my life, David," she finally spoke again, her voice softer now, "He was there for me when no one else was and I don't know how I couldn't love him. I don't care if you accept the nature of my relationship to him or not, but you are to give respect to him, and his family, understand?"

He only nodded his head. At this point, it was wiser to keep his mouth shut. His face hurt too much to speak besides. He'd forgotten that for a small girl she could pack quite a wallop.

Alisa sighed then and sank down onto a nearby chair. She suddenly felt very tired. She wanted nothing more now than to go home to bed and sleep. All this stress she was certain was not good for her health or that of the baby.

Leonardo instantly stood to his feet and went over to her. Although he was concerned, he was proud of her for how she handled the situation. It couldn't have been easy for her.

He laid a comforting arm around her shoulders and gently kissed her forehead. She gave him a faint smile and leaned her head into his chest.

"I wish to go home now, please," she requested, softly.

"Of course," he agreed.

He'd had enough himself of David for one night. He tolerated the former Foot ninja for Alisa's sake, but the young man put him ill at ease. He seemed unbalanced and not at all in his right mind. However, it most likely attributed to the fact his life within the Clan would have been a constant battle to survive another day.

It was going to be difficult to give just an inkling of trust to the man. David hadn't exactly started off on the right path either for nearly causing Alisa to fall. Leo never really registered the thought to move to the couch. He was just suddenly there, reacting instinctively to protect her and his unborn child.

He wouldn't have hurt him, but scaring him worked efficiently enough. He was certain the young man would not pull another stunt like that again anytime soon. He had acted as if the very devil himself was upon him.

Alisa rose to her feet then, but paused to cast a glance towards the couch. David was turned away now with his back to them. He could feel her eyes on him, but he was doing his best to ignore her as he sulked in silence.

"I'll be coming back in a couple of days," she informed him, "Maybe you'll have changed your attitude by then."

She did not wait for him to reply and walked to the window with Leo following her alongside. They bid Casey goodnight as first the blue-masked turtle slipped outside onto the fire escape. He then helped his wife climb out to join him.

The two made their way down and headed to the armored car waiting parked in the alley. He opened the passenger's side door and she settled in, buckling her seatbelt. He shut the door for her before going around to the driver's side.

He started the truck and began driving in the direction of the abandoned warehouse. She was quiet as they rode home and simply stared out the window. He wanted to pull her in his arms and hold her, but he couldn't at the moment. He felt sad and angry at the same time. He was angry at her brother and sad for her that she had not found the reunion with him she'd been hoping for.

A few minutes later, they finally reached the warehouse. Leo reset the alarms and then the couple entered the elevator. Here, he was now able to bring her close to him and wrap his arms around her. She melted in his embrace and buried her face in his neck. She breathed deeply, swallowing against the lump that had formed in her throat.

He ran his fingers gently through her hair. He then rested his head on hers.

"Get changed for bed and I'll make you a cup of tea," he said, softly, "It'll calm your nerves and help you sleep."

He felt her head nod against him. He cuddled her a little tighter and tenderly kissed her cheek. The elevator doors parted open a moment later and they stepped inside the lair. She headed for the stairs to their room as he ventured into the kitchen to start the tea.

He was surprised to find his brothers there sitting at the table. They were waiting for him and Alisa to return. Being more than just a little curious about her brother, they wanted to know how their visit had been. All three looked up simultaneously when he entered the room.

Leo smiled faintly in greeting before going to a cupboard and taking out two cups, tea bags, and the teapot. No one spoke a word for a few moments as he began to prepare the tea.

"So?" Raphael finally prompted, impatiently, "How'd it go?"

Leo turned around and shook his head solemnly.

"Not so good," he replied, grimly.

"What happened?" Donatello asked, concerned.

Leo explained what took place at Casey's apartment. He noted the worry on their faces, but particularly the anger that was growing in Raph. For once, he shared his hot-headed brother's sentiments.

"Fuckin' Foot ninja," Raph snapped, "I should've been there. I would've pounded some sense into him."

He punched a fist into his palm to emphasize his point.

"Raph, keep it down," Leo warned, quietly, "She'll hear you."

"Well, it makes me mad he'd do that to her," Raph growled, but his voice lower now, "Damn son of a bitch don't know how lucky he is she's his sister."

"I know, Raph, I know," Leo sighed, "Believe me, I want to do something, but it's not for us to get involved with. Alisa will settle things with her brother eventually."

"Is she going to be okay?" Michelangelo spoke up at last, worriedly.

"She's going to be fine, Mikey," Leo assured him, with a smile, "She just needs to rest."

"All that stress is not good for the baby," Don pointed out.

Ever since he learned his sister-in-law was expecting, he'd been studying every pregnancy book he could get his hands on. He was also learning the role of a midwife. A hospital delivery was out of the question, so he would have to know how to be able to deliver his brother's child here at home. All in all, he found the entire process fascinating.

"She knows, Don," Leo acknowledged, "She's been doing what's best for her and the baby."

"Alisa's going to be a great mom," Mikey asserted.

"Thanks, Mikey," the young woman's voice was heard suddenly, "I hope so."

Smiling, Alisa walked into the kitchen then. She was dressed in a long blue nightgown with a matching robe and slippers on her feet. Her long blonde-dark brown hair hung freely down her back now, framing her pretty face.

It wasn't hard for her to figure out why they were all gathered here and it touched her tremendously. They were a tight well knit family unit and she was so lucky she was a part of it. Mikey, Raph and Donny were the best brothers she ever had. More so, she reflected sadly, than her own blood brother had been.

Leo finished pouring the hot tea into the two waiting cups and carefully carried them to the table to set at the two empty places. He then moved towards his wife and lovingly wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, hugging her close. The bump was too small yet to detect underneath the loose clothing, but he instinctively rested his hand over the slight swelling of her stomach.

"You will be a wonderful mother," he said, softly, as he kissed a sensitive spot on her neck.

She curled her fingers in his on her belly and gave a contented sigh. His quiet, unwavering strength was always an anchor for her and the calm in a storm. The bitterness in her left from her brother had faded and she was certain the night could end on a happier note.

"You'll be such a good father," she murmured.

The others quietly slipped out of the room to give the couple privacy. The two finally parted and sat down to drink the tea. Afterwards, they made their way upstairs to their room.

The bedcovers rustled quietly as Alisa climbed in bed. She sleepily watched Leo as he took off what little he wore and then joined her a moment later. She snuggled into his side as he wrapped an arm around her.

He pressed his lips to hers and tenderly kissed her. The gentle touch of his fingers on her cheek sent shivers through her body. Suddenly, she wasn't feeling so tired anymore. Her body had become so much more sensitive with her pregnancy. Her hormones were at an elevated level and she found she was reacting more strongly to him.

Silently, she urged him to continue. He was a little surprised, but he gladly complied with her wishes. Slowly, he began to work her to a crescendo, but his own desire was mounting quickly. Her enraptured little cries, moans and pants were driving him nearly crazy. Her nightgown soon found its way to the floor, as did her panties.

She was building him into a fervor pitch as well. In her near seeming insatiableness, she was eager to feel him inside of her. Finally, his fully erect penis slipped free of its now too small confines. He settled her on top of him and a tremor of ecstasy ran through her as he penetrated her. She pushed her pelvis further down to slide him in as deeply as it was comfortable.

She rocked her hips in time with his as he began his thrusts. They were slow and rhythmic at first, but gradually became faster and harder. Their world was fire and light, the explosion of a supernova. It flowed over them like molten lava, burning hot with passion.

They collapsed in each other's arms and lay still, silent but for their heavy breathing. Exhausted, they descended together into a sweet oblivion.


End Chapter Three