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Perfect Enemy	By : MysticMewtwo Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 1844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: TMNT and all its characters belong to Viacom International. All rights reserved. I claim only David and Alisa as I created them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Finally, a new chapter. It took me a while to finish. Between a summer full of stress trying to buy a house that I eventually gave up on because I couldn't get my loan and a vacation to Disney World, I just didn't have any inspiration or time. I am still writing this story, but it's a lot more difficult than I anticipated. I hope that you all haven't given up on me.

Enjoy.

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Insult to Injury
Chapter Five

She gazed around the room she was standing in. It looked like the foyer of the lair, but it was nearly completely destroyed. Piles of rubble were what remained of the once majestic underground dwelling that was her home.

There was a strong sense of pain and loss. Alisa felt it tear her heart and rip through her soul. She realized she was alone. Where was Leonardo? Where was her family?

"Gone, all gone," harsh whispers surrounded her.

They began to laugh demonically. She heard them as first the Shredder and then as Karai. Suddenly, her brother appeared, but he was dressed in his old Foot uniform. Shock reverberated through her.

"David?" she asked, "What...?"

"I'm sorry," he only said.

She found herself now behind bars and the sound of a prison door slamming shut. There was another sound also, the wail of an infant fading into the background.

With a startled cry, she awoke and bolted upright. For a few moments, she sat staring in the semi-darkness breathing heavily, slowly regaining her bearings. Although conscious thought had not yet formed, her instincts told her she was safe.

She sighed and her hands automatically went to her swollen belly. Feeling the movement of her baby beneath her fingertips helped to assure her. It was only a dream. No, more like a nightmare, but still just a dream.

She reached to seek another comfort on the other side of the bed, but grasped at only cold sheets and empty space. Surprised, she was instantly more awake. She turned to glance at the clock on the nightstand. Its glowing green numbers read just after midnight.

Shouldn't they have been home by now? Leo would be in bed usually at this time. Remembering the dream, worry began to grow in the pit of her stomach. She was certain he and his brothers were okay, but that little bit of fear remained.

Knowing she would never get back to sleep now, she decided to head downstairs to make some tea. Maybe it would help to calm her nerves. She pushed aside the covers and stood up carefully to adjust her weight settling on her pelvis. One time, she got to her feet too quickly, not counting the momentum of the extra weight of the baby she was carrying, and nearly fell down forward. Of course, Leo had caught her. Since then, she'd been very cautious when getting up from sitting.

The swelling in her feet earlier was gone now and she was glad of that. She slid them into her slippers and grabbed her robe to ward off the early autumn chill. She could still tie it close around her, but she would not be able to much longer for she was running out of belt.

She padded out of the room and slowly made her way down to the main level. Navigating the stairs became more and more awkward as her pregnancy progressed. Soon it could be too cumbersome for her to climb up and down them. She was beginning to wonder what they were going to do.

She began to walk towards the kitchen then. The lair was so dark and so quiet it almost surprised her to see light streaming from the room as she drew closer. Maybe the turtles were home after all?

The scent of hot herbal spices filled her nostrils when she entered. It was not them she found, however, but Splinter. He sat at the table with a steaming cup of tea. There was another full cup sitting across from him, waiting. It was like he knew she would be here and what she wanted.

The rat smiled as he saw the young woman. She looked understandably a little bewildered.

"Please, sit, my daughter," he bade her, "Your tea will get cold."

Alisa finally moved and eased herself in the chair opposite of him. She smiled and took a careful sip of the liquid. Its soothing warmth immediately chased away the lingering chill in her body.

"Thank you, Master Splinter," she said, softly, "But I seemed to have awakened you. I am sorry."

"You did not," he assured, "I could not sleep and came to make some tea. I sensed your distress around the same time and knew you would not be long behind."

He regarded her with a mixture of concern and curiosity. She was quiet a few moments, shifting the cup between her fingers carefully. She was reluctant to drag up the memories of the dream again when she was just beginning to feel better. However, maybe it would help to talk to him about it.

"I had a dream," she finally said, "Or more like a nightmare."

She proceeded to tell Splinter the whole story. The rat listened closely, his brow furrowing in deep thought. Alisa had been happy to have her brother in her life again. Now to suddenly have these fears of a betrayal manifest in her dreams was not to say the least a little discerning.

"I can see why you are troubled, my daughter," Splinter remarked, once she had finished, "And to awaken to an empty bed after. You are worried for Leonardo and his brothers."

"Yes, I am," she replied, softly, "It is long past the time they should have been home. I... I hope they haven't run into the Foot."

She could no longer go to their aid in a fight. It is what made her feel the most anxious. As if reading her thoughts, Splinter reached to place a thin bony hand on hers.

"They will return safely," he assured.

A small smiled graced her rosy lips.

"I know," she said, "But I'll feel better when I see them."

"Yes," he agreed.

The two fell silent then. Alisa drank more of her tea. She was starting to feel a little sleepy again from its effects.

"Please, tell me a little of your visits with him," Splinter suggested, after a few moments, "Leonardo barely talks about them to me."

"I am not surprised," she answered, quietly, "Leo... He tolerates David, but he doesn't like him. I don't think he trusts him. He won't tell me that of course."

No, he would not. Splinter was well aware of that fact. He did not wish to upset her. His son had only recently confided to him he would never truly be relaxed around the former Foot ninja. Leonardo was terribly afraid his inability to fully trust the boy could someday hurt his and his wife's relationship.

"I know he is trying," she continued, "He is trying very, very hard for me. I realize it's impossible to reverse the damage the Foot has caused to this family, but he does at least respect David and my relationship to him."

"Leonardo loves you very much, my daughter," Splinter said, gently, "He will, as they say, go to the ends of the Earth and back."

Alisa's vision began to blur slightly. She could only nod her head in response as she found herself unable to speak. There was suddenly a noise out in the main lair. It was the door to the sewer entrance opening.

"Master Splinter?" Raphael's voice called out, "You awake?"

He sounded a little anxious. The red-masked turtle's head appeared in the kitchen doorway. Raph started when he discovered Alisa in the room. He didn't expect to see her. The odd look he gave her bewildered her, as if he couldn't quite meet her gaze.

"Sensei, you gotta come quick," he urged the rat then.

"What is it, my son?" Splinter asked.

"We... we ran into the Foot," Raph explained, "About half a mile north from Casey's. There was a whole swarm of them."

He paused and stole another quick glance at his sister-in-law. The color had drained from her face and she was pale as a ghost. He didn't want to tell her, but she'd know soon enough anyway.

"Fearless took a hit while he was covering Don," he continued, "His leg got cut up pretty bad, but Donny says they missed anything important. He asked if you would help with the stitching, Sensei."

"Yes, of course," Splinter agreed.

"I'm coming with you," Alisa spoke again, at long last.

Her voice was quiet, but it was strong and firm. It was a tone no one could argue with or dare to try. She and the rat proceeded then to follow the turtle to the infirmary.

Leonardo sat on the infirmary bed with his right leg propped up in a chair. A towel was wrapped tightly around it as a tourniquet. He looked up as the small group trooped in. He stared in surprise for a moment as he caught sight of the young woman coming towards him.

"Oh, Raph," he groaned, "I told you not to wake her up just yet."

"Well, it's a little late for that, Fearless," Raph retorted, "She was already up with Splinter. What was I supposed to do?"

"Nothing," Leo conceded, "It's all right."

He welcomed Alisa into his arms as she sat on the bed beside him. She snuggled in his embrace, holding on to him a little more tightly than she usually did. He placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Hey, I'm okay," he assured, softly, "It's just a nick."

"That 'nick' is going to take no less than a hundred stitches," Don stated, "If it weren't for me…"

"Donny, don't," Leo interjected, "We've already been over this. You can't blame yourself."

"I know," Don sighed, "I know, but I still feel a little guilty. And I probably said it about a dozen times now, but thanks again for saving my shell."

"Anytime, bro," Leo smiled.

Donatello finished his preparations to clean and treat the blue-masked turtle's leg. He removed the towel then and every one in the room grimaced as a long deep bloody gash was revealed. It ran from his outer thigh to nearly his knee.

"Oh, Leo," Alisa inhaled, sharply, "This is awful."

"Okay, maybe it's a little worse than I thought," Leo admitted, blanching.

"What I want to know is what those Foot goons were doing that close to Casey's," Raph wondered aloud, "It can't be anything good."

"No, I don't like it either," Leo concurred, solemnly.

He gasped suddenly in pain and involuntarily jerked his leg as Don began to clean the gash. The disinfectant was like millions of knives stabbing in him. He gritted his teeth with enough force that he thought he would break one or two.

"You're going to have to hold still, Leo," Donny instructed.

He continued to wash the blood off with the disinfectant-soaked washcloth. Leo attempted to sit as motionless as possible, but it wasn't easy. He had to really steel himself against the urge to pull away. This was complete and utter torture.

He felt Alisa take his hand in hers then and squeeze it softly. He smiled at her comforting gesture and lifted her hand to gently kiss her fingers. The smile was quickly replaced with a grimace, however.

The stabbing sensation was developing now into a horrible burning. His whole leg was on fire. The pain was excruciating. He fought to hold back tears, but he was unable to stop the cry that escaped his throat.

"Kuso!" he exclaimed, "Aahh! Don, are you trying to kill me?"

"No," Donatello replied, flatly, "But if I give you an anesthetic now, we run the risk of it wearing off too soon. I can't give you another dose later and trust me, you'll want it more then when you're trying to sleep."

Leonardo knew he was right. He would have to bear the pain just a little longer. He felt the grip on his fingers tighten in reassurance as her strength began to fill him. He could feel her very essence inside his mind and heart, warm and comforting. He was reminded he was never alone.

Alisa hated to see him in so much misery. Her powers did not have the ability to heal, so she did the one thing she could to help. Her efforts were rewarded when he gently pressed the side of his head against hers and whispered "I love you" sweetly in her ear.

"You don't think it had anything to do with Alisa's brother, do you?" Raph spoke again, attempting to distract him from the pain.

Leo was floored by the question. The thought had crossed his mind, which made him feel guilty for it, but he was surprised his brother would actually voice it aloud. No less in front of the young woman. It was an insensitive move.

He glanced to his wife and found her devoid of expression, but her eyes betrayed her emotions. Rather than anger, however, there was a sad resignation. She knew Raphael made no secret he did not like David, but after her dream earlier, it was hitting a little too close to home.

"Now is not the time to discuss it, Raph," he replied, his tone low in warning.

Leo looked angry and the red-masked turtle noticed the stares of disbelief from the others as well. Now too late, Raph realized what he said had sounded like and wanted to kick his self. He'd really put his foot in his mouth this time.

"Aw, damn," he swore, "Alisa, I-I'm sorry."

She gave him a thin weak smile.

"It's okay, Raph," she replied, softly, "I know."

No one spoke after that. Donny finally finished cleaning Leo's leg and prepared to stitch the wound closed. It was slow and meticulous work. The injury was so large he had to take great care to ensure there were no gaps. Any less than perfect and it would leave an ugly jagged scar when it healed. Splinter helped to push together the flesh to hold it in place.

Nearly two hours and two hundred stitches later, Don tied off the final knot and cut the end of the thread. It had taken all of his concentration, but there would be little to no scarring when the leg healed. He placed the needle in a plastic hazard box to be sterilized later and wiped his hands with another clean cloth soaked with disinfectant. He then prepared a dosage of anesthesia.

Those two hours had felt like an eternity to Leonardo. He was in complete and utter agony. He was nothing short of relieved when Don finally gave him a shot in the hip with the anesthetic. Afterwards, the purple-masked turtle wrapped gauze and bandages around his leg that spanned to nearly up his hip to down past his knee.

"Well, that takes care of it then," Don sighed, "The anesthetic will kick in soon and you should be able to sleep pain free for at least a few hours. In the morning, I'll see what else I can do for it."

"But now we must all sleep," Splinter advised, "It has been a long night."

He was right. They were all worn out at this point. The thought of bed was a welcome one.

"Raphael, please help Leonardo to his room," he added.

Raph helped his older brother ease down off the bed and to put most of his weight on his left leg. He supported his right leg and side like a crutch. Slowly, they then began to make their way out of the infirmary. Alisa quickly followed to walk on the other side of her husband.

Getting up the stairs was a challenge. Raph had to half carry the blue-masked turtle as he could not bend that leg. It took a few long painstaking minutes, but they finally reached the second floor. At this point, Leo was feeling a little humiliated by it all.

The two turtles entered the bedroom then where Alisa was waiting for them. She had gone ahead to straighten the covers and overall make it easier for her husband to get into bed. Luckily, she already slept on his left and would not have to worry of switching sides.

Still with the aide of his brother, Leo hobbled over to his side of the bed. He stripped of his remaining gear and Alisa put it away. He was able to get in the bed mostly himself, but had to have Raph lift his injured leg in and position it. A pillow was propped underneath and his wife pulled the covers up over him.

"If you guys need anything just give a yell," Raph told them.

"Thanks, bro," Leo replied, "I think we'll be okay. You should go on to bed."

"Still giving orders even when you're flat on your back," Raph groused, but he was smiling.

He would never admit it, but he'd been scared when the blue-masked turtle was hit. That Foot's sword nearly skewered his leg. He was still angry over the ambush. Their location was too suspicious to dismiss it as random.

He continued to believe there was a connection somewhere with Alisa's brother. His only regret was mistakenly revealing those thoughts to her. He just hoped she would forgive him.

"Goodnight, Raph," Leo chuckled.

"Goodnight," Raph bade.

He turned to leave, but abruptly felt something tap his shoulder. He looked back to find his sister-in-law.

"Raph?"

"Yeah?" he answered, a little hesitantly.

"It's okay," she simply said, softly, and then kissed his cheek, "Goodnight, little brother."

He was momentarily stunned. Damn, she could melt the polar ice caps. Leonardo was the luckiest turtle alive to have her. Raph felt then just a little envious of his big brother.

"Goodnight, Pixie," he finally returned, gently mussing her hair.

A moment later, he walked out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. Alisa walked around to her side of the bed then and climbed in. Leo held out his arm to her and she snuggled in under him carefully. She sighed as she rested her head on his plastron. He ran his hand through her silken hair and gently kissed her temple.

"Are you okay?" he asked, softly.

"I should be asking you that," she replied, a trace of a smile on her lips.

"I'm all right," he assured, "I'm not in as much pain anymore so I think the anesthesia is starting to work."

"Good," she answered, simply, satisfied.

Silence fell over them, but Leonardo sensed something was not quite right still. He could feel her spirit was troubled in some way; unsettled. He didn't like it. Maybe she was still a little upset with Raph even though she forgave him.

"I'm sorry what Raphael said tonight," he said, quietly, "He should have known better."

"It wasn't his fault," she murmured, "Not entirely."

"What do you mean?" he inquired, curiously.

She closed her eyes for a moment. She sighed deeply and he felt it reverberate through his own body. She then seemed to shiver and hugged him a little tighter.

"Alisa, itoshii, what's wrong?" he insisted, worried now.

Something had her spooked. Enough apparently that it made her hold him like he would suddenly vanish into thin air. She did this before in the infirmary, but he had taken as she was worried about him being injured. Now he realized there was a deeper meaning behind her actions.

"Right before I awoke to find you still gone, I had a dream; a nightmare," she finally confessed, softly, "About David."

It was a little easier this time to recount the details of her dream to him than she had for Splinter. Maybe for the fact Leonardo was now home, alive and mostly well. In the warmth of his loving embrace and strong quiet presence, all the shadows seemed to fade away.

"Then when I awakened to find I was alone, I was afraid," she said, "I am glad Master Splinter was up and was there to talk to me. I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't helped to calm me, especially after Raph told us you were hurt. I..."

Her voice trailed off abruptly and she drew in a shuddering breath. She wiped away quickly at the tears in her eyes. Leo cuddled her close and nuzzled in her hair.

"It's okay," he soothed, "I'm okay; we're all okay."

"I-I know," she faltered, "I know. It's these damn hormones. I'm overreacting."

"You're not," he assured, "Your fear was justified. After a dream like that, I think I'd be worried too."

He was worried. She was picking up on his mistrust of her brother and he hadn't wanted that to happen. He had tried very hard to suppress those feelings around her, but how long did he really think he could hide them before she found out? He felt so guilty because in a sense he had failed her. He was nearly terrified of the possibility it could hurt their marriage.

"Alisa, I..." he started.

"Leonardo, you don't have to say a word," she interrupted, her voice quiet, "I've known for quite some time. It doesn't matter now."

"But I'm wrong for it," he persisted.

His arguments died in his throat as her lips pressed to his and she kissed him deeply. It was only a moment before he responded in kind. Love and warmth instantly flooded through him, flushing away the tension and regret.

"I mean it, we'll talk about it later," she breathed, softly, "Now sleep."

A small smile crossed his lips and he hugged her closer to him. She settled her head on his shoulder and gave a contented sigh, closing her eyes. He reached to turn off the bedside lamp and then closed his own eyes. They were both soon sleeping peacefully.

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