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A Wish Not So Come True	By : Drea Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3295 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Well this is a looong shot but I figured I would take it. The idea wouldn’t leave me alone though and by making a deal with a good friend…not the devil, although her halo could stand to be polished and righted a few times, I agreed to post this.

I’m warning you now that this is one of those fangirls get thrown into the TMNT universe deals. There’s moments of cheesiness, moments that may be a little too cliché for few or several but if you’re willing to stick it out and see the fic for what it is, I not only appreciate your time, but your attention as well. I know there are more than just a few of us who have stopped and though “If only I was in their universe” or “if only they were real.” It’s just the way some of us think and, lol, some of our shrinks get paid very well because of it!

I would like to personally thank the very talented, very sweet Arietti for allowing me to use her OC’s from her fic Never Say Never and put a different kind of spin on them. When I read her fic, I just couldn’t get these ladies out of my head and after a talking to her and getting the okay, I’m so very proud to say that I now co-own Andrea, Samantha, Catey, Christy and Kris (though she said it was okay if I shortened her name to Kris).

Every reference made to any form of TV show (i.e. Christmas movies since this is a holiday fic) song, and Final Fantasy game belong to their respective creators. The Ninja Turtles do not belong to me, nor do any of the other characters that have appeared in the movies and the cartoon.

A Wish Not So Come True

Prologue

Catey: Drea is obsessed with dark and handsome.
Kristi: No kidding...and I think she's rubbing off on me!
Drea: Your actually complaining?! And I'm not obsessed...I'm asphyxiated.
Kristi: Do you even know what that means?
Drea: Not a clue...but it sounded good!
Catey: ^^

After what had felt like agonizing years apart, three friends who had become inseparable...well, as inseparable as three people could be when they were states apart and only talked online...were reunited where they had first met and were in the process of chatting their entire nights away.

Catey: Well if she's obsessed then so am I...and I've got the Mikey figurine to prove it!!
Drea: I thought you sold that thing at your garage sale to that little girl who tried to claim your man.
Catey: You don’t think I have more than one?
Drea: LOL! You're insane honey.
Kristi: You know what I want for Christmas this year?
Drea: Lemme guess! * Uses psychic powers * for cartoons to be real??
Kristi: Drats! You know me too well!
Catey: I think I'd rather BE a cartoon.
Drea: Here, here! Now that would be interesting.

The three chatted for a long time, well into the early hours of dawn and finally they said their goodbyes and went to bed. But, before they did, each girl went to their bedroom windows and stared longingly out into the dark, star filled skies. And that night...with their combined wills and impeccable timing, they all picked the same bright star out of the vast sky, they each made the same exact wish...and they made their Christmas wish come true.

Chapter One: Hello Big City!!

Andrea awoke slowly, stretching her arms over her head and releasing a loud yawn. Her lightly shadowed eyelids fluttered open to reveal two stormy blue eyes that stared around her in confusion. Strange...it was still dark out. She was sure that after that conversation her, Kris and Catey had had she would have slept far into the next afternoon. Her confusion quickly turned to mild panic when she realized that she wasn't even in her own bed but in the back seat of a car!
"Ma'am, we're here," a male voice said, causing her to jump and let out a startled gasp.
Looking up at the man through the Plexiglas separating them, Andrea quickly realized that she was in a cab. "Ex...excuse me?" she muttered, trying as hard as she could to hold it together. A tiny squeak of confusion had her looking to the left where Samantha, her daughter, lay curled up beside her, her little fist clutching at her mother’s coat and her brows furrowed as she looked around her surroundings.
"The Plaza. You asked to be dropped here," the man said from his spot behind the driver's wheel, his voice laden with a thick Jersey accent. His dark gaze watched her suspiciously from the rear view mirror. "You okay ma'am?"
After collecting Sammy and gently shushing her, Andrea placed her palm against her forehead and nodded. "I...I think so." I just need to figure out what the HELL is going on!! She nodded once to the driver, saying, "I suppose I owe you money then?"
"Eight fifty"
Getting out of the cab, Andrea shifted Sammy on her hip and reached into the pocket of her long suede coat (which she didn't even know she owned) surprised to find the exact change for the cab fare wrapped in a white slip of paper with her name scrawled on it. After absentmindedly handing the change to the cab driver she stood on the curb, reading the note on the other side of the slip of paper.

Andrea,
Meet in the lobby at The Plaza. Happy Holidays.
~Anonymous

"That's strange enough, huh babe?" the willowy blond muttered to her daughter. Then she looked up and a smile curved her full lips. The Plaza, so aptly named, stood before her in its pristine white and gold, 23-story splendor. Doormen and bellhops decked out in burgundy, gold piped finery ran about, stacking luggage and gifts onto gilded dollies, holding the door open for handsomely dressed men and women. It was, by far, the ritziest place Andrea had ever seen. "And I am hereby done bitching," she said under her breath as she tucked the note back in her pocket and climbed the massive steps to the entrance.
Now, if she thought the outside appearance was fancy then the only words she could think of to describe the inside were outrageously extravagant. Crystal chandeliers spread their light upon the pearly marble floor, a large black marble desk boasted the hotels namesake in large gold letters that curved delicately, and all around there were richly upholstered chaise lounges for people to lie about in as many of them were doing at that very moment.
While she took in the impressive surroundings her gaze settled on the slim figure of a young woman. She had shoulder length, wavy black hair with silver tinted streaks, mocha latte colored skin and a tall graceful figure clad in flared blue jeans, low heeled boots and an off the shoulder black sweater with a wide, scooping collar. It only took Andrea a second to realize who she was and a wide smile split her face. "Krisit!!" she cried, already running carefully across the floor with a tight grip around Sammy’s tiny waist.
The woman's head snapped up and her exotic dark eyes went wide with surprise. "Oh my lord! Drea!!"
Laughing, the two women ran to each other and embraced, uncaring of the strange looks they were receiving from those around them.
"And lil Spamalama!!But…this isn’t what you usually look like," Kris exclaimed once they had released each other.
Andrea grinned wryly and shook her head. "No, this is not what normal me looks like...this is what-." Her voice died off as realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Grabbing Kris's hand she dragged her to a mirrored wall. Although the surface was painted to look as if the glass had been intricately cracked, they could clearly see their cartoon like reflections.
"This is what the cartoon me looks like," Andrea whispered in awe, staring at the woman who was looking back at her. She was tall and thin...much thinner than her human self had been, with high cheekbones and flowing pale blond hair streaked with darker strawberry blond. She wore light tan boots that pointed at the toe, boots she would have never dreamed of wearing in the real world. The jeans she wore were ripped fashionably at one knee and were light blue and her shirt was a deep rose color with one sleeve, leaving her right shoulder completely bare. The sleeved arm cradled the bottom of a young child who looked strikingly like her mother in her long sleeved, rose colored shirt and insulated jeans. Sammy stared anywhere but at her reflection, still stunned into a quiet state by what was happening.
"Damn...the cartoon me looks good," she murmured appreciatively, thankful that her finer qualities, more specifically her ample chest, had been left as is. She then looked at Kris and grinned. "The cartoon you is hot hun!"
Kris laughed, tossing her raven tresses behind her. "You think so?"
Wrapping her free arm around her friends shoulders, Andrea studied Kris's reflection for a moment and said, "Oh yeah...I'd do ya."
This only caused Kris to laugh harder and attempt to slap the blond who was quickly moving away, one hand up in the air in surrender. "Calm down! I was just kidding! So, any idea what we're doing here?"
"I wish I knew," Kris murmured thoughtfully, crossing her arms over her chest as they made their way back to the lobby. "When I woke up in the cab I really thought I was dreaming but now...now I know I'm awake and this...is kind of freaky."
"Tell me about it," Andrea snorted. "You woke up in a cab too, huh?"
"Yeah. Didn't see that coming. In my dreams my rides are usually a little more impressive then a cab."
The blond nodded slowly and looked up, a bright smile curving her lips as she did so. "Well, well. Look who it is."
Kris glanced in confusion at her long time friend then followed her gaze to where a tiny blond girl stood in the lobby, looking lost and frightened, a white slip of paper clutched in her white knuckled grip. The girl wore a pair of hip hugging flared jeans, a butter yellow shirt under a faded denim jacket and her blond hair was pulled up in a wild pony tail consisting of wispy strands of bleach blond hair and braids. The fact that she looked like a double of Rikku from the Final Fantasy X game didn't go unnoticed and both older girls immediately knew who they were looking at.
"Yo! Woman!" Andrea yelled out, pulling her best Besaidian accent and catching a few hostile glares in the process. "Why don't you look over here, ya?"
The petite southern belle, better known as Catey, snapped to attention and her chocolate colored eyes went wide. "DREA!!" she shrieked, her light southern accent showing even in those two syllables. She bolted across the floor and threw herself into the blonde's waiting arms. Anticipating her move, Andrea quickly handed Sammy over to Kristy and braced herself. "Oh my freakin' good cow! I'm so glad you're here!!" Clinging to the older woman Catey started to sob, beyond grateful that there was a friendly face amongst this crowd of strangers. "I woke up in this cab...and...and...I had this note in my pocket and I was so FREAKIN' scared!!"
Andrea stroked a soothing hand over the young girl’s hair. "Hush honey, you're okay now," she murmured. When the worst was over and Catey had composed herself enough to speak once more, Andrea held her at arm’s length and smiled. "You know who this is, right?" she asked, nodding in Kris's direction.
Catey's brows drew down over her eyes as she studied the older woman, then, as if a light had been turned on within her she whooped in excitement and threw her arms around Kris. "Kris!! Is that really you?? Wow! And Sammy?!"
Amused at the rate in which the words poured from Catey's mouth, Kris laughed softly and hugged the younger woman. "Yup. It's me. And you can’t have her, she’s all mine."
"I’ll get my chance. This is so awesome! But...what exactly is going on?"

*~*~*~*

"So we all made the same wish at the same time and bam...here we are in cartoon land?" Andrea asked in disbelief after Kris had shared her theory.
They had migrated to the restaurant of the lavish hotel and were sitting around a table in the far corner, picking at their appetizer of mozzarella sticks and chicken strips. Andrea broke tiny pieces off of a pile of saltine crackers and gave them to Sammy who was more than happy to munch away at them, politely saying “more please” when she would finish with her current snack. Piano music played softly, filling the pleasant atmosphere of the restaurant with the cheerful notes of "O Christmas Tree."
Kris shrugged, pulling apart a mozzarella stick and watching the cheese droop between the two breaded pieces. "That's what I'm guessing. It would explain why we look like cartoon characters, wouldn't it?"
Sighing, Andrea propped her elbows on the table and rested her forehead in her hands. "I guess. Sure wish we knew why this happened though."
Suddenly their waiter was beside their table, a silver tray with an envelope resting in the palm of his hand. "Ladies, this letter came for you," he said, placing the tray upon the table. "Can I get you anything more?"
Andrea looked up at him and grinned. "How about a stiff drink Rick, say in the form of a whiskey diet?"
"Rick" returned her smile and winked. "Comin' right up babe."
Once he was gone Andrea realized her two friends were staring at her in slight shock. "What?" she asked defensively, "Just because I’m a mom doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the occasional stiff drink. Besides, I think the occasion calls for it."
Kris's shoulder shook with suppressed laughter and she picked up the envelope. Opening it, she pulled free a thick piece of paper the size of a recipe card and a hotel key with a gold plate that had the number 2301 imprinted in it. Placing the key aside for the moment she looked over the card and then read out loud the message scrawled on it.
"Dear Andrea, Kris and Catey...your perception is very accurate in your assuming that it was your wish that has brought you to this world. Welcome to New York ladies. Consider this a gift from those more powerful than you can ever imagine but also know your time is limited. You have until New Years Eve to enjoy this life we're allowing you and taste that which you so desire. You have until New Years Eve to find and spend time with those who your hearts truly desire. Spend it wisely and to you all, have a very merry Christmas."
By the time she was finished both Andrea and Catey sat with their mouths gaping wide open.
"There is no freaking way this is happening!" Catey exclaimed, torn between feeling complete panic or unreserved excitement.
Kris glanced at the pert blond and shrugged helplessly. "And yet here we are." She picked up the key, turning it over in her hand and catching the reflection of the dark ceiling as she tried to rationally comprehend the seriousness of their situation. "What do you think it meant by 'what your hearts truly desire' Drea?"
The older blond didn't answer. Turning to her, Kris tapped her shoulder, bringing Andrea out of her daze. "What?" she asked once her blue eyes had cleared of their troubled fog.
"What do you think the letter meant by finding what our hearts truly desire?" Kris repeated.
Andrea mulled it over for a long time, long enough for their waiter to come back with their drinks and leave again. With the small glass of liquor in front of her she stared down into the amber liquid and released a sigh. "This doesn't really make sense," she muttered, lifting her glass and sipping slowly. "I mean...it would make sense if you guys made the same wish as me but we're not all into the same things. I mean Kris," she lifted her head, offering the raven haired beauty a tiny smile, "you're into Inu Yasha and Catey you're into Final Fantasy so we couldn't have all wished for the same thing."
"Oh...I wouldn't say that," Catey practically whispered.
Andrea's eyes widened as she stared at the younger woman. Fidgeting under her intense gaze, Catey cast her eyes to the table. "I was reading your story before I went to bed. It's not my fault you make Mikey sound so dang cute!" she cried.
"Kris?" Andrea asked, turning to her long time friend.
Kris merely grinned, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "You know me. I can't resist a strong mutant with weapons."
Andrea clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. "Oh my god...you guys are kidding me right??"
The two in question shared a look, both of them grinning. "No, we're not kidding," Kris finally said, "we all made the same wish."
Staring at the two in shock, Andrea let her hand slide away from her mouth and fall to her lap. A small sound like a hiccup escaped her lips, the sound quickly turning into a giggle. Kris and Catey joined in and before long the three women were laughing hysterically, drawing annoyed looks from the patrons of the restaurant and a startled look from Samantha who’d been oblivious to the woman’s conversation up until that point.
"Maybe...we should...take this upstairs," Kris managed through her giggles.
Leaving enough money on the table to cover the drinks and the tip, the four left the restaurant, crossing the lobby to get to the row of elevators along the east wall.
Once in the elevator, Kris consulted the gold plate on the key ring to find out what floor they were on and Catey took to looking in one of the mirrored walls, turning this way and that as she admired her new cartoon form. "Hey...I look just like-."
"We know," Andrea and Kris said at the same time, cutting her off. Smiling, Kris added, "That's how we knew it was you." She then turned to Andrea and stared thoughtfully at her. She knew Andrea knew things about this world that they didn't. She did, after all, watch the cartoon every Saturday morning. "So...do you know where to find them?" she asked after a while just as the elevator slowed to a stop and the door slid open.
"I don't know where," Andrea responded, following her out of the elevator and into the richly carpeted hallway. "I think I might know how though."
"Well, how then?"
"Let’s find our room first and I'll tell you."
Finding their room took no time at all considering that it was one of two rooms on the top floor. Wasting no time, the girls ran to the door on the right and quickly opened the door, hoping that their room was just as lavish, if not more than the hotel itself. They were not disappointed. The room boasted a large living room with plush vanilla carpets, French doors that opened onto a spacious balcony and deep tan suede couches with oak end tables. A coffee table, also oak, sat in the middle of the furniture arrangement and on top of it the remote to the flat screen TV mounted on the wall above a gorgeous gray tiled fireplace, a TV guide and a beautiful assortment of calla lilies. Off in the corner sat the one thing that didn't go unnoticed by Kris and that was an enormous and absolutely beautiful grand piano.
Next to the living room was their own personal kitchen and it may have been small but it had the essentials; a stainless steel fridge, a long counter with a sink, a microwave, a stove and cupboards stocked with food for them and Sammy.
Upon further inspection they also found four spacious bedrooms with spectacular views of the city. One was a room obviously made up for Sammy was attached to the north bedroom. The crib was elaborate, made of cherry hardwood. There was a matching dresser and amour all stocked with enough clothing to last a month and an impressive selection of toys organized in the closet. The bedrooms were all dominated by king size beds with down comforters and pillows, massive hearths of muted marble, closets filled with wardrobes they could only assumer were theirs and an enormous bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub and shower that sat in the middle of the three bedrooms, joining them together.
"Thank you fairy godmother," Catey whispered in awe as she did a pirouette in the middle of the living room.
“Mommy, pwetty woom!” Sammy said in awe, her crystal blue eyes wide as she looked around.
Andrea laughed at her, tossing her coat over a dining room chair and carefully flopping down in one of the overstuffed leather couches holding Sammy high up in the air and eliciting a streak of happy babble and squeals. "Yes, very pretty baby. I don't think a fairy godmother had anything to do with it Kitty Cat. But someone is definitely looking out for us right now." Feeling the couch give next to her, she turned away from the TV and looked at Kris who was staring with uncensored adoration at the grand piano. "Why don't you go play it hun? I know you want to," she said.
Kris sighed wistfully. "Oh I will. Trust me I will. But you had something to tell us first. And if what you know can help us find what our hearts desire, then I think we'd better know what it is."
Andrea nodded, setting Sammy down on the floor so that she could explore and they could get down to some serious conversing. "Okay. I have to admit I don't know my way around this place at all. It's not like they flash a city map before every episode. And the only way I can think of to get to them isn't exactly safe."
"What do you mean not exactly safe?" Catey cut in, sprawling on the couch kitty corner from them.
"Well, it would involve kind of putting ourselves in the way of a not so friendly gang."
"WHAT?!" Kris and Catey yelped at the same time, causing their friend to flinch and Sammy to lightly protest the sudden noise.
"It's the only thing I can think of! Unless you guys would like to take an extremely long walk through the sewers of New York. And even then I can't guarantee we'll actually find them. Even if we did what the hell would we say? Hi, we watch your cartoon when we were back in our own world but now we're here so we just decided to come looking for you?" She rolled her eyes. "Saying things like that puts people in psyche wards guys."
Beside her Kris sighed, blowing a strand of raven black hair back as she did so. "So what do you know about this gang then?" she asked, laying her head on the couch.
Andrea's expression turned thoughtful. "Well...They call themselves the Purple Dragons and I'm guessing their one of the largest gangs here. They'd have to be to get as much credit as they do in the show. Um...most of them sport these armature looking dragon tattoos and look like a bunch of punk rock rejects."
Catey choked on a bought of laughter. "Man Drea, you do have a way with words."
"Thanks," the blond said with a wry smile. "Anyway...and you guys are not going to like this one bit...but one way to go about this is to just walk around the city at night waiting to get mugged."
Now it was Kris who choked, but not on laughter. "Drea! That's insane! What happens if we don't just get mugged!? What if something worse than that happens?"
"Calm down Kris, I think you're missing out on something here." Shifting in her spot so she could keep a better eye on Sammy, Andrea smiled at them, her eyes sparkling with intense excitement. "Listen, we all came here looking like this for a reason right?"
"Right," the other two responded in unison, listening avidly.
"So...if we came here looking the way we wanted to look, then chances are we came here exactly the way we've pictured ourselves. And if that stands true then I'm a hard ass bitch who knows how to handle her weapons and can definitely hold her own in a fight – you know, completely opposite from the non-confrontational, no knowledge of weapons what-so-ever me. Now don't try and tell me you guys don't picture yourselves the same way. I won’t buy it."
They each had the grace to blush but it was Catey who spoke up first, sounding every bit as perky as she looked. "Then I guess that makes two of us."
"Three," Kris added, still blushing.
"Well then," Andrea smiled and sat up a little straighter, pushing her shoulders back confidently. "We've got nothing to worry about, right?"
Kris gave Andrea a skeptical look. "Oh, me and Catey have nothing to worry about as far as I can tell from your writing Drea. You on the other hand...you've got your work cut out for you honey."
Andrea chuckled softly and fell back on the couch, her head hitting the soft cushion of the arm. "Don't remind me. But I can't really help the fact that I like my men with a little attitude."
"A little attitude?" Kris scoffed, getting up and making her way over to the piano.
Andrea grinned indulgently. "Okay...a little more than usual.” She watched as Sammy rubbed at her eyes and looked at the time. Way past the little tid-bits bedtime. “I think Sammy’s ready for bed guys. Whadaya say punkin’ head. Ni-night time?”
Sammy looked up at her mom and nodded. “Ni-ni time mama.”
Kris chuckled softly. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard a toddler agree to a bedtime like that before.”
“ I’m going to get her a glass of milk. You guys want to keep an eye on her for a sec?”
“Aunti Kris would like nothing better! Do you want me to get her into her jammies?”
“That would be great, thanks Kris. I think that dresser in her room is more than stocked enough for her.”
Kris went to Sammy, cooing affectionately and picking her up as Andrea went to the kitchen and checked the kitchen, hoping it was as stocked as the rest of their suite. As luck would have it, fridge was full. “Man, someone is seriously looking out for us,” she murmured, taking out a carton and pulling a small cup from the cupboard next to the sink. A few minutes later she wandered back to Sammy’s room and laughed, walking in on Kris struggling to get Sammy into her pj’s.
“Aren’t kid’s supposed to be less mobile when their tired?” she asked helplessly, giving up and letting Sammy wiggle around in My Little Pony undies.
“You’d think. But not this one.” She went to Sammy and picked her up, then went to the rocker and sat down, placing her daughter on her lap. “You won’t stop moving for anything, will ya babes?”
“Nu-uh!! No jammas!” Sammy said with a little giggle.
“Yes jammas. Let Kris help you out kiddo. You need to get to bed.”
With a little pout, Sammy did as she was told, giggling when Kris snagged her around the waist and dragged her back, growling like a monster.
“Sure is cute though.” Kris said once she had the toddler pinned and was lightly tickling the bridge of Sammy’s foot.
“Mmm, and she knows it.” Andrea finished up by slipping her pajama top over her head. With the combined efforts of both women, Sammy was in her pajamas and ready for bed.
“You go on hun. I’ll take care of getting her to sleep and join you guys in a bit,” Andrea said, nudging Kris lightly before she went to the glider in the corner and sank onto the plush cushions.
“Want me to hit the light?”
Seeing a nightlight shining feebly from an outlet beside the dresser, Andrea nodded. “Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks Kris.”
With the lights out, Andrea took the opportunity to fill her daughter in as much as she could given her age. She asked several little questions, sometimes keeping them brief, sometimes chattering on until her sentences became tired explanations of the unknown, but once Andrea felt confident that Sammy could handle whatever was going to happen, she handed over the cup of milk and the toddler quickly settled in to gulping down her bedtime snack before handing it back to her mother and drifting off into a content sleep. When Andrea was sure she was out, she took her over to the crib and laid her down, making sure there were no loose covers or blanket that would get in her way. Sammy wasn’t a blanket kind of baby. She liked room to move in her sleep. Whispering a quick “I love you” Andrea left the bedroom, leaving the door open a crack so that if Sammy woke up, she would be sure to hear her.
In the living room, Kris was settling in at the piano that she’d been eyeing eagerly since arriving in their cozy apartments. “You going to play us a Christmas song?"
"Sure." Sitting down at the piano, Kris ran her hands over the ivory keys, barley repressing a sigh of elation. Several tunes went through her head before she was able to pick one she wanted to play at the moment. Then, with a quick shake of her fingers she brought the piano to life and the first few notes of "Oh Little Town of Bethlehem" filled the room.
"Mmm...I love this one," Andrea murmured appreciatively. Tousling Catey’s hair as she passed, Andrea crossed the room to the French doors. She pulled the doors open, letting the cool night air in briefly as she stepped onto the sprawling balcony, her eyes scanning the New York City skyline. She went to the rail and rested her arms on it. Despite the fact that it was winter, she wasn't cold. The cold here was nothing compared to the cold in North Dakota. She began to sing along as Kris expertly worked the piano, making the song sound far more beautiful then any rendition Andrea had ever heard before.
As she sang her mind wandered. So they were here...actually here. She still couldn't believe it. Nor could she believe how their one little bizarre wish had been granted. Talk about your once in a lifetime opportunities. But that opportunity came with a catch. Go figure. So they had until New Years to find what they were brought here for...what their "hearts desired." Andrea smiled at that, finding it quite fitting finding that the start of a new year was their deadline.
Looking up into the sky where the stars twinkled cheerfully she sighed. "You're going to help us...right big guy?" she asked, directing her question towards the heavens. The voice that responded however was not that of a great deity.
"Drea! Us folks from warmer climates are freezin’ in here!!" Catey called in a singsong voice, laying the accent on thick.
Laughing softly and shaking her head, Andrea turned on her heel and went back inside, closing the doors behind her. She had no way of knowing that the reason she was here had been watching her from the roof since the moment she had walked out the doors.
Drea...that's different. Beautiful...like her, he thought, leaning over the ledge a ways to see if he could get a better look at her face before she disappeared inside.
"Hey bro, what are ya doing?"
Jumping at the sound of Michelangelo's voice behind him, Raphael whipped around and tried to look innocent. "Nothin'. We goin' yet?"
"Nah. Donnie's still looking into a few things," Mikey said, his deep brown eyes narrowing in suspicion. "You look guilty."
Pushing the hood of his gray sweatshirt back, the red masked turtle glared at his brother in irritation. "You're imaginin' shit Mikey," he grumbled in his thick New York accent.
Mikey, wearing a dark orange sweater and matching mask, shook his head. "I don't think I am, dude." And before Raph could stop him, Mikey vaulted over the side of the roof, landing lightly on the balcony a short drop below.
Muttering several curses under his breath, Raph followed him. By the time he landed Mikey was already peering in the window, trying to figure out what his brother had found so interesting. Instead, he saw something that caught his own interest. "Whoa..." he breathed, eyes fixed on the petite blond on the other side of the doors. She was sprawled out on a large suede couch with one arm under her head and the other pointed towards the TV, a remote clutched in her hand. Even from the distance he was at he could tell her eyes were a warm, deep brown. "That is...by far...the cutest girl I've ever seen," he murmured, a goofy smile brightening his face.
"Cute enough," Raph said from beside him, "I was kinda...lookin' at the other blond though." He nodded in the direction of what appeared to be the dinning room where the girl named Drea was sitting, her elbow propped up on the table and her chin resting in the palm of her hand.
"We should see if they'll let us in," Mike said eagerly, already lifting his hand to knock.
"You guys know what you're doing is illegal, right?"
Mikey and Raph winced at the sound of their oldest brother's disapproving voice. They turned slowly and Mikey offered Leonardo a sheepish grin. "It's only illegal if they catch us, Leo," he pointed out.
Leonardo, the oldest of the four mutant turtles, rolled his eyes and sighed. "Knowing you two, I wouldn't be surprised if they did catch you. Who are we talking about anyway?"
"No one you'd be interested in," Raph muttered under his breath as Leo approached them. He knew his brother well enough to know that his interest in women, for the most part, was non-existent. But even as Raph though this, Leo did something completely unexpected. He stopped beside Mikey, opened his mouth to no doubt reprimand his younger siblings, glanced inside in the process and promptly forgot what he was going to say.
On the other side of the glass, perched on a piano bench, her fingers drifting over the ivory keys, was an exotic woman with hair as black as the night and intense dark eyes. Her hands stilled over the keys and she lifted her gaze, looking across the room. She was still for a moment and then she threw her head back and laughed. Although he couldn't hear the sound of her laughter, Leo had no doubt that it was beautiful.
"Are you seein' this?" Raph asked Mikey.
Mikey smiled and nodded. "Sure am. And it only took him 27 years to finally take an interest in women!"
"Think it goes a bit further then interest Mikey," Raph quipped, waving a hand in front of Leo's face and laughing when he got no reaction.
"Do you know them?" Leo finally spoke up, directing the question to his red-masked brother.
Raph shook his head. He wished he could say differently but all he had was a name and for reasons he couldn't understand, he wanted to keep that name to himself.
"Like I was saying...we should see if they'd let us in!" Mikey said again, sounding for all the world as if he really thought it was the best idea.
Leo threw him a skeptical look as he turned away from the door. "Sure Mikey, that would go over well. I'm sure they wouldn't freak out at all."
"Hey guys! I'm done now, we can head back home."
They all looked up to see Donatello leaning over the side of the building, waving them up.
"Ya know, it's at times like this that it really sucks to be us," Raph muttered, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
Leo placed a hand on his shoulder, offering him a sympathetic smile. "No one ever said being a mutant turtle was going to be easy."
"Yeah...I know. But we play hero so damn much...you'd think we'd get the girl at least once," Raph said, only half joking.
"Maybe we will someday, bro," Mikey murmured, casting one last longing look inside.
Leo forced himself not to, even though it was the one thing he really wanted to do. "Come on guys. Let's go home."
Lingering behind, Raph watched his brothers easily scale the side of the building. Once they were out of sight he went back to the window. Drea was sitting on the couch now, talking to the younger blond Mikey had taken an interest in. She looked troubled and that bothered him...he didn't know why though. He didn't even know her. 'But I sure as hell want to,' he thought, grinning as he backed away from the window and went after his brothers. Who knew? Maybe Mikey was right. Maybe someday he would.
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