Hey...don't ever believe me when I say I'm not going to start any new stories. I'm a liar. But I really liked this idea, so...um...yeah...

I don't own TMNT.

Pain blinded him, bringing him to his knees. He hissed, gripping the concrete beneath him with a grimace. He had to leave, find a place to hide. If someone saw him looking like this, he'd be killed on spot, or taken in for experimenting. And the young turtles he had bought, they had been hit as well, and he had no idea what had happened to them.

Forcing himself through the agony, he crawled back towards the green puddle. Eyes closed from pain, he reached out blindly, scooping up three new mutants in one grab. Wrapping them in his arms, he stood on shaking legs, tears blurring his vision as he tried to think. His eyes landed on a manhole, and he stumbled towards it, pulling it open. Police sirens rang through the air as he pulled his new family into the sewer.

He landed in knee deep water, the grime splashing against and soaking his new fur. The triplets wriggled in his arms, so he wrapped his arms tighter around them. Control now back in his grasp, he began to wander through the dark tunnels. Stumbling through for what felt like hours, he eventually came across an old station, one he considered far enough away from civilization to keep them safe.

He wrapped the children up in an abandoned curtain, deciding food and water would be worried about in the morning. For now, his brain was frazzled, and he needed to rest. Laying down beside the wriggling pile, he closed his eyes, but kept himself awake until he heard three steady snores. Three. That number was important, somehow, but he couldn't...he was so tired...he needed...sleep...

On the surface, wrapped in a discarded magazine, russet eyes stared out. Multiple beings, ones like the creatures he had seen before, were talking. They were so loud, ringing through his ear slits, and he whimpered, shrinking back as much as he could. The words seemed to bounce through the alley, but he only caught a few. Even those meant nothing in his mind, just blank slates for him to draw on. "Liquid...yelling...citizen complaints...pet shop." Those words, they meant something to him. That's were he was before...that was important.

Eventually the discussion ended, and the turtle crawled out of his hiding spot. He stared at his new surroundings, trying to make sense of it all. Where were the others? He had been with others, others of his kind, and they were gone. He reasoned thy had left with the two legged one who had taken them, and he wanted desperately to see them again.

The child tried to pull himself up like he had seen the other things do, but his legs were unsteady, and he toppled to the ground. Pain exploded through his knees and hands, and his lips quivered, tears streaming down his face. He struggled to stand again, knees shaking as he hit the ground again. This continued for a few hours, until his legs were covered with bits of gravel and red liquid.

His stomach hurt too, and his head felt like he was hitting the concrete in his glass home over and over again.

Most of these couldn't be fixed, but when his stomach started to hurt in the 'pet shop', they gave him something. Feed, he thought it was called. They could give him more of this feed, help him out. Before he could expand on this thought, a light hit him, one much different from the dark shadows of his current place and the harsh lights of his former home. This light seemed...warm, comforting somehow.

Churring, he crawled into a patch of the light, gasping as the heat seemed to flow through his entire body. Curling up, he sighed a couple times before falling asleep in that spot, blissfully unaware of footsteps growing louder.