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There Are Others	By : gaiaoftheforest Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 1712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Season 1, Episodes 17-18
(A/N: This is AU, so turtles are an extra foot taller, which puts them at six feet, which is four inches taller than April and three inches shorter than Casey for a point of reference. Also the beginning dialogue and some other sporadic dialogue is direct from the episode, not me. Enjoy!)
   Leo really should have been back by now.
   All three of the brothers could feel it, something electrical in the air that sent an unpleasant tingle down their spines to settle in a cold lump in their bellies. Leo had been gone for hours, and no matter his dedication to ninjitsu, he knew better than to be gone so long and leave his family worrying. Even April felt something cold in the air, like the darkness was creeping in on her disguised as the light.
   He really, really should have been back by now.
   Raphael swore under his breath. punching his palm in agitation, while Michelangelo tried to focus on his GameDude half-heartedly before giving up and staring at the clock, and Donatello tapped a screwdriver against the table. Master Splinter had already tried and failed to meditate successfully and chose instead to look out the window, hoping for a sign of his lost son. The clock continued to tick the seconds that passed without sign of the last member of their family.
       Mikey finally broke the silence. “Hey guys, I’m worried. Leo really should have checked in by now!”
   Donny sighed, standing from the table and grabbing his bo staff. “I know this is a first, but I’m thinking Mikey’s right.” He clutched his staff in a giveaway of how worried he really was. The only reason Leo would be gone so late was because someone stopped him from coming home. And the likelihood of it being for a friendly chat was as likely as their blood running warm.
   Raph pulled himself off the wall to face Splinter. “Master Splinter?” The question was there, unsaid but now tinged the air: should they go look for Leonardo in the stormy twilight or just continue to stare at the clock, every second that ticked by ringing in their ears?
   Although knowing the mutants for less than year, April could tell that that simple question undid the master ninja. She placed her hand on his shoulder as he stared at the ground in contemplation. He knew there was no other alternative. “Go,” he sighed, closing his eyes as he prayed that his sons would find their brother unharmed and merely forgetful of the late hour.
   Mikey, as always, was less than helpful by narrating on what everyone else was thinking.
   “Geez, what if something really happened to him?”
   With a sickening scream and crash, all the speculation ended.

   In the shadows of a dark alley in another part of the city, five figures crouched in the shadows, perfectly blended with the darkness around them, silent ninja. They watched the sunrise with sharp eyes, creeping back from the approaching light of day.
   “Master,” a soft voice spoke, “it’s happening now.” The voice, soft and high-pitched, had an almost musical quality to it. “Is it time?”
   “Yes,” a thickly accented voice replied. “It is indeed time, my students. We must go, now, before it’s too late.” Three voices rang in the affirmative.
   “Are you absolutely sure, Master?” an equally soft but more forceful voice spoke, “If we reveal ourselves now, it could be disastrous! The Tribunal-”
   “I admire your caution, my student, but those who live in fear of tomorrow, never have the joys of today. We knew we could not live in the darkness forever. We are now at the path where we either choose to hide forever, or do what is right and help our fellow ninja. Do you understand?”
   A deep sigh rang echoed against the brick. “Yes, sensei.”
   “Now my students, walk in the shadows. Hurry, for we may even now be too late to stop what is to come.”
   They were startled by the appearance of an early morning food delivery truck, lights flashing, trying to give them away. The driver stepped out and blinked, rubbing his eyes. He could have sworn he saw some people in the alley, clutching the walls like geckos dressed like something from a Bruce Lee flick.
   “Stupid early morning shifts,” he muttered, turning away and missing the dark blur that scaled the brick wall and disappeared on the roof, without even the soft sigh of the flapping of fabric.

   Desperately the small family and their human friend fought off the Foot and the Elite Guard in the antique shop, April trying to carry the two-hundred pound turtle while his brothers and father fought a quickly losing battle. The Foot had attacked them upstairs, only moments after bruised and beaten Leo had grabbed his brother and throatily croaked out what could only be described as their nightmare:
   “He’s... he’s back. The Shredder... he’s... back...”
   The sounds of clanging metal, painful grunts, and battle cries littered the air of the shop like garbage in a landfill, making the air thick with fear and noise. April didn’t know what to do: she was a technician, a scientist, not a fighter, and she felt useless, weak, and nearly in tears when she realized that Leo’s family, her family, had trusted her to get him out of their alive. And she would fail.
   The Foot and the Elite swarmed the antique shop, cutting off their only exit. There had to be at least thirty Foot and ten Elite Guardsmen. Already they could feel the icy tendrils of the Reaper plucking at their souls, though they brushed it off. Turtle, rat, and human alike felt the certainty that they had failed, a fate sealed when the shop door kicked in, and the Shredder himself strode in to the battle.
   It was through sheer determination that they mustered the courage to face off against Shredder, his red eyes a reflection of the future: turtle and rat blood, mixing and soaking into the ancient, dried wood of the floor, a mark of their defeat for all time.
   “Guys, I say we shred his butt once and for all,” Raph growled, “For Leo! You with me?” There was a renewed fire in his eyes, a renewed strength to continue the fight. For Leo.
   “‘Till the end!” Donny agreed, spinning his staff and snatching it again with a resolute crack.
   “Which hopefully won’t be anytime soon!” Mikey gulped, spinning his nunchakus nervously.The three brothers squared their shoulders, determined to give their fallen sibling every opportunity to make it out of the battle alive.
   “No it will not, because today you do not fight alone!” A clear, bell-like voice called out across the din, startling the Shredder and his adversaries. The Shredder and turtles turned and balked at the sudden appearance of five ninja, clothed in black robes, hoods obscuring their faces. Four were the same height and size, roughly five feet five inches, but the fifth, the one who spoke, was shorter even than Splinter and wore a sugegasa, completely obscuring their face.
   “Who dares to interfere with the affairs of the Shredder?” The madman snarled, red eyes narrowing into vindictive slits. “You shall pay with your lives! Foot!” He threw out his arm, signaling the attack.
   In an instant many things happened at once: the Foot ninjas, all thirty of them descended on the five cloaked figures at once, and at the same moment the five mystery ninjas pulled their weapons from under their robes and leapt into the air. In what seemed like minutes, but was in reality merely a few seconds, the five had completely wiped out the Foot six to one.
   The brothers and their father gaped as the ninjas landed gracefully three feet in front of them. Never before had they seen such grace, speed, and strength in human ninjas. Surely these were great masters of ninjitsu.
   The Shredder was completely dumbfounded and even slightly afraid, though he refused to let it show. “Who are you insolent pests, you who dare to side with these mutated freaks?” he spat.
   The short leader stepped forward and gracefully lowered their cowl. All in attendance gasped loudly, and even the Shredder’s mechanical burning red eyes widened. No one could have possibly expected what they saw that day, with their own eyes.
   The mystery ninja leader was in fact, a small, mutated white mouse, eyes clear and blue.
   She smiled what might have normally been a sweet smile but was cold and unforgiving. “You, Oroku Saki, fight without morals or honor, and soon you will die without honor. You seek to win this battle with cruelty and numbers, and yet you call yourself ninja. You, Shredder, you are no true warrior, you are a coward!”
   The red eyes narrowed to glowing slits. The white mouse smiled again and snapped her clawed fingers. All five ninja cast off their robes, the fabric fluttering to the floor as all who viewed stepped back. As if the mouse wasn’t bad enough, no one could have prepared for the appearance of the four other ninjas.
   The four warriors were humanesque, teenage girls, but with one great difference: where there should have been soft, vulnerable skin tissue, there was in fact a glowing colored crystal surface, light filtering through cracks. The colors were brilliant: sapphire, ruby, amethyst, and topaz, the light throbbing in time with a heartbeat. These ninja were all women in varying black dress, three with mouth masks and one, the ruby warrior, whose eyes were completely covered by her black band. Each held a different weapon, from the kamas to fighting fans, from a hanbo staff to a yari sword, the white mouse carrying a manriki-gusari wrapped around her fur-covered wrist. The eyes of the ninja glowed a pearl white as they gazed without expression on the battle to be fought.
   “My daughters, you know your tasks,” the mouse’s small, soft voice carried with age and conviction across the antique shop. “Now, go!”
   Chaos erupted. The Shredder roared for his Elite to attack as the female ninja, save one, rushed them, weapons raised as they deftly evaded and pushed against the much stronger and skilled Elite ninjas. One of the newcomers, the sapphire warrior, however, leapt over the battle completely, away from the Shredder and the turtles fighting for their brother and ran into the hallway where April clutched a sagging Leonardo.
   “Get away from him!” April screamed as the blue crystal ninja tried to pick up the injured turtle only to be kicked back by the terrified redhead. The ninja grunted, holding her stomach.
   “Please, we truly mean you no harm,” she reasoned softly, “We are fighting alongside your family! I can carry him easily and you can show me how to leave to get him to safety!”
   April was still not convinced and clutched Leo tighter. “I don’t believe you.”
   The ninja drew back and sighed, closing her eyes for a second. When she opened, them, her formerly glowing white eyes were a warm shade of honey brown smiling kindly at April. “Please, there isn’t much time, he’s getting worst.”
   April, shocked into silence, hesitated for a moment before releasing Leo’s arm. The ninja gingerly picked him and carefully draped him over her shoulder, blue crystal arm clutching his waist. “Hurry, we have to leave now!”
   April turned to take the ninja and her charge out the back door when a large, breathing wall blocked their path. April screamed as Hun stared down at them, smiling with predatory delight. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the redhead and a glowing rock. Your friend seems a little hurt, sweetheart, how ‘bout I just put him out of all of our miseries then?” He cracked his knuckle as the crystal ninja, eyes glowing once more, gingerly handed Leo back to April before turning to confront the mountain of a man.
   “This is the best Oroku Saki could send to stop me? A fat land whale?” she smirked, hunching down in a battle position as the smile faded off the face of the leader of the Purple Dragons. “And I thought this would be a challenge.”
   “I’ll rip that smart mouth right off your face, you glowing freak,” he growled, landing a floor-cracking punch right at her stomach. Or it would have been, had she not leapt up and his fist created a large crater in the wood floor. She came back down again, snapping his head back with a roundhouse kick, breaking his jaw bone with a sickening crunch. She kicked him in the ribs, breaking those with a snap and, before finally knocking him unconscious and silencing his screams with a flying kick to the head.
   “You freaks dare to think to defeat me?” the Shredder laughed, mechanical and cold. “Turtles and rocks can be crushed! I will enjoy the feel of your blood running through my fingers!” The Shredder had swatted the turtle brothers as if they were little more than flies before their Master stepped in. The crystal ninjas pushed back their enemies and pulled the turtles to their feet, drawing them into the fight with the Elite as Master Splinter and the pale mouse confronted the Shredder, side by side.
   “It has been a long time, my friend,” she said softly, never taking her eyes off the cruel ninja. Her small three foot body hunkered down, planting her small clawed back paws on the debris laden floor.
   “Indeed it has, and a story best saved for later, I think,” the rat replied conversationally .He held his paws up, clutching his cane and crouched down.
   “Agreed.”
   They took fighting poses, two small mutated rodents against a large, bulking metal opponent, when their concentration was broken by the sound of more glass breaking, specifically by a motorcycle and the lunatic driving it.
   Casey Jones had arrived.
   Splinter noticed first that the Shredder had taken the opportunity to attack the mouse while she was distracted and blocked his wrist blades from slicing her. The mouse then jumped into a roundhouse kick, snapping his head back.
   “Your treachery and dishonor know no bounds, Shredder!” Splinter gritted out of his teeth. “You strike an unprepared warrior! You have no honor!”
   “I fight to win!”
   “Then you fight to lose!” the mouse retorted, punching the large man in the ribs, her tiny fist bringing a howl of pain from the feared warlord.
   Ten feet from the fight with Shredder, the red crystal ninja with her band covering her eyes split kicked two Foot ninja, who had just awoken and jumped back into the fray. Beside her fought Donatello, sweeping his bo across the floor and knocking down three Foot ninjas.
   “I’m sorry, I have to ask, why is the loud one yelling ‘goongala’?” she grunted, pulling a ninja who had tried to choke her from behind over her shoulder and knocking him out by hitting his windpipe with the palm of her hand.
   “I’ll give you twenty bucks if you can find out,” Donny panted, flipping cleanly over another group of three and knocking their heads together.
   “Deal.”
   Hun had come back, cornering April, Leo and the blue ninja in the hallway again, holding his sides and grimacing through his swollen face. April pushed past their protesting ninja protector and spread her arms wide. “If you want them, you have to deal with me first!”
   “April... don’t...” Leo gasped as the blue ninja tried to lay him down so she could fight.
   “But that’s the idea,” Hun smiled cruelly. “Those green freaks feel great affection for you. Losing you should take the fight out of them.” He raised his fist, but before the protector ninja could move to stop him, Casey locked his wrist with a golf club, blue eyes blazing through the hockey mask.
   “Hun, never, ever threaten her!” He growled before leaping and knocking a bellowing Hun into a group of ten Foot. April’s mouth was wide open and Casey looked sheepish, but before either of them could say anything about the valiant rescue, there was a loud crash in the shop.
   The golden crystal ninja and Raph had just tag teamed with Mikey and the purple crystal ninja, using the nunchakus to sling shot them to within an inch of the ceiling, where they came down and knocked out four Elite each.
   “Not quite a strike ladies,” Mikey grinned, then faltered when both ninja flipped onto their hands, grabbed the two sneaking Elite behind them, then slammed them forward onto their heads. They kicked onto their feet and high fived each other.
   “Maybe not a strike, turtle boy,” the purple ninja grinned, “But I think we can safely call this a spare. And we win.”
   “Aww man,” Raph moaned, and both he and Mikey pulled cash out of their belts and handed it over to the triumphant ninjas.
   “No!” Everyone’s head turned to see Master Splinter standing between Leo and April and the Shredder. The blue ninja lay unconscious a few feet away. While she and April tried to convince a now conscious Leo to stay down and let them carry him to safety, the Shredder had knocked the master mouse ninja out the window and Master Splinter into a pile of boxes. Before Leo or April could react, he had sunk his blades into the visible crystal on her back, cracking and chipping it. The ninja had screamed, blood pouring from the wound before the Shredder backhanded her into a glass display and raised his blades to strike down Leo.
   Now Master Splinter watched, horrified, as his sons were beaten back, the Elite and Foot knowing now that the crystal ninjas were not invincible began hacking away with their katana and double-bladed staffs, causing screams and blood to pour from the female ninja. He could not stand back and watch not only his family, but their rescuers as well be slaughtered.
   “My sons, retreat!” He growled, grabbing Leo’s arm as April grabbed the other.
   “Students, follow!” the mouse agreed, having scaled the wall outside the building and pulled herself back through the window, pulling the unconscious blue ninja across the floor, wincing as she left a bloody trail behind her. They rushed into the cooler, all twelve of them, and huddled together in the cold.
   As Raph griped about the cooler, the crystal ninja panted and winced, their skin glowing brightly once before fading. As it faded, the crystal melted away, and revealed four different tones of warm, human skin and human hair. Blue, green, and brown eyes took in their surroundings sharply.
   Before the turtles and Casey had time to gape at the beautiful girls, Raph sniffed the air. “Hey… I smell smoke.”
   “Really?” The purple ninja frowned. “I smell gas.”
   “Mikey!” Raph growled at his brother, but the purple ninja, now with mocha skin and blue eyes, shook her head.
   “No, not that kind of gas. Like a gas line.”
   “Hey! This door’s getting hot!” Michelangelo grunted as he tried to open it. “And it’s jammed!” Everyone’s eyes widened before two of the ninja, Mikey and Raph leapt to their feet and began clawing and beating on the door.
   “We’ve gotta get out of here!”
   Thirty seconds later, the entire shop went up in a blazing inferno.
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