Savior:

A TMNT Fanfiction

By xHarleysAngelx

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Emmeline Harris is a wayward teen with a bad attitude and a complex family, full of dark secrets. Then after a drug deal gone, she finds herself drawn into the world of the Turtles. But as the secrets of Emmeline's past start to leak out, can Raphael save her from herself or will he be the one who needs saving in the end?

Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT.

01

Emmeline Harris navigated her black-and-red Honda CB350 motorcycle through the streets of Chinatown, weaving her way in and out of traffic. Freezing rain mixed with snow dotted her helmet and heavy, leather jacket. Beneath that, she wore a knee-length black dress with a slit that ran up to her thigh. She knew that once she took her helmet off, no one would believe she was seventeen. Emmeline had been graced with pixie-like, angelic features that made her look like a perpetual child - soft, bouncy, chin-length black hair, electric blue eyes, and ears that rose to a jagged point - but that's what fake IDs were for. And the one the Purple Dragons had issued her was more than enough to get her into every club in New York City any night of the week.

She rounded the corner to a narrow alley, and parked her bike outside the restaurant she had agreed to meet the Dragons in. She pulled off her helmet and adjusted the strap on her red leather messenger bag, in which she carried the cargo they had requested. She didn't know why the Purple Dragons wanted this slimey, green canister of ooze. All she knew was that it was about to make her life a whole lot easier.

Emmeline walked down the alley silently and ducked under the red-and-gold awning quickly, so her makeup wouldn't get too messed up. She pushed open the door of the restaurant and was greeted by the grinning face of a maneki-neko statue on the counter of the hostess stand. She smiled at the pretty Chinese girl who stood behind the counter. "I have a meeting with Hun."

The girl glowered up at her. "Name?" she said simply.

"Emmeline," Emmeline told her. "Emmeline Harris."

The girl stepped out from behind the counter and began to lead her through the crowded restaurant. "This way."

The restaurant was full of happy, unsuspecting people, trying to get out of the cold - families chattering in both English and Chinese. She didn't see anyone she recognized or anyone that looked like an undercover cop. For as long as she had been doing this, Emmeline had learned to tell the difference between a civilian and a cop. She had had to. It was the only way to survive this line of work.

This was a good place to meet, she decided as the hostess led her to a back corner booth illuminated by a red, neon sign that declared the bar next door The Jade Wolf.

Hun sat in the booth, waiting.

"Your guest has arrived, sir," the hostess informed him.

Hun scowled up at Emmeline. "You're late."

"Only by a couple of minutes," Emmeline simpered, sliding into the seat across from him. "You should learn to be more patient."

"You should learn not to toy with people more powerful than you," Hun shot at her. "Do you have it?"

Emmeline removed her messenger bag and set it in the seat beside her. Then she took off her jacket to reveal the draping sweetheart neckline of her little black dress, and cast Hun her most seductive smile. "You'll get it once I get what I came here for," she assured him.

Hun grunted and reached inside his jacket. He pulled out a handful of tiny, plastic baggies full of a fine, white powder and slid them across the table to her. "Here."

Emmeline opened one of the packets and dipped her finger in it. She licked the substance off her finger, making sure it was the real deal. It was. "Thank you," she said, sweeping the bags inside her messenger bag. She reached inside and her fingers closed around the canister.

At that exact moment, she heard the sound of glass breaking and then the restaurant was filled with thick, billowing black smoke.

Emmeline jumped to her feet as the restaurant was filled with screams, and the patrons started for the door. "I thought you said they were a rumor!" she shot, trying to make out Hun's figure in the smoke.

"Sweetheart," a voice said from behind her. "We're your worst nightmare." She felt the blade of the sai press against her porcelain skin.

A deafening bang sounded in her ear, and she knew that Hun had shot at the stranger and the sai disappeared from her throat as they retreated. Emmeline grabbed her coat and bag. Then she catapulted herself over the table and ran.

"The girl's got the canister!" she heard the stranger cry out from behind her.

Emmeline ran through the crowd, her eyes watering from the smoke. She couldn't believe this was happening - she couldn't believe that they were real. Of course, she didn't necessarily believe that what had been perceived as a full-blown alien invasion was actually military weapon testing, either. Mostly, she couldn't believe that they were after her - Emmeline had done a lot of bad shit in her day, but what was so important about this stupid canister that made them want her?

She ducked into the girls' room - the only place that wasn't full of panicking crowds and black smoke. She wanted to wash her eyes out, but she knew she didn't have time. Instead, she wiped them on her wrist and looked around quickly. She saw a window above one of the stalls and ran for it. She slammed the door of the stall, locking it behind her - not that that would stop them but whatever. She climbed on top of the toilet and pushed the window open.

"You guys, she's in here!" she heard another voice - a different voice, belonging to a different stranger - cry out as the door of the rest room clattered open. "She's getting away."

Emmeline threw her bag and coat out the window. Then she grabbed the window ledge, and hoisted herself up. She was just barely small enough to make it through. She felt her knees scrape against the wet and freezing concrete as she pulled herself out of the bathroom and into the narrow side street that the window led to. She bolted and rounded the corner to the front entrance.

Wrong move.

Here, the crowds were thicker and harder to get through. Parents were looking for their screaming children, shouting in Mandarin, pushing and shoving their way into the street. Not only that but right in the middle of the street stood a five-foot-one tall turtle, wearing a blue mask and wielding a pair of twin katana.

They were definitely real.

The turtle's blue eyes met her own, and it was then Emmeline reached for the holster on her thigh. "I was really hoping it wouldn't come to this," she said.

Then she drew her gun and aimed for directly between his eyes.

"Leo!" she heard a voice cry out, and she knew it belonged to the one with the sai. Then before she could process what was happening, she was on the ground, her arms pinned to the icy pavement.

The one who pinned her was scowling down at her through a red mask with emerald green eyes and a look of pure rage painted his features. "Look, kid," he panted heavily. "Just give us the canister and the drugs, and we'll let you go."

Emmeline scowled back at him. "Screw you." Then she raised her leg, and kneed him hard in the crotch.

The turtle's face puckered like he had just swallowed a lemon and he released her immediately. Even if he was a turtle, he was still a man.

She grabbed her gun and her bag off the ground. Then she took off running, turning to shoot behind her every couple of feet. She ran down the alley where her bike was, replaced the gun in its holster, and gunned the engine.

She tore through the back street and took off north towards Little Italy. She roared past a red light, and then she heard the sirens coming after her. "Shit," she murmured, urging the bike to just a little faster. "C'mon."

Then a scream cut through the air, and she looked up just in time to see the turtle in the red mask leap off a building to her left. He pulled out of a backflip and landed deftly in front of her.

Emmeline tried to swerve around him, but she couldn't maneuver the bike fast enough. Instead the bike arched sideways and collided with him head-on, knocking him over and sending her flying.

She landed on the curb and felt her skull collide the freezing sidewalk. She tasted blood in the back of her mouth, and groaning she reached once again for her gun because she was certain the turtle in the red mask was going to come after her. As soon as it was in her hand, though, she felt it being knocked away and she had no strength to protest.

The turtle in the red mask reached down and grabbed her by the neck of her dress. He was sopping wet from the rain and the slush, and his glare was like death. "You," he growled at her. "You are the first chick I have ever wanted to kill, and that is saying something."

Emmeline forced herself to smirk up at him. "I have a gift."

The turtle opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by another voice:

"Raphael, we need her alive - she might have information for us."

The one called Raphael threw her to the ground. She looked up to see the one in the blue mask standing over her. Two more turtles flanked him - one wore a purple mask and the other wore an orange one.

"I'm not telling you shit," she spat at them.

The one in blue, who seemed to the one in charge, and the one called Raphael exchanged a glance. The one in blue knelt down in front of her and said, "You've got two choices - come with us or get caught by the police."

This girl wasn't as stupid as she seemed, Raphael thought as he listened her footsteps on the fire escape that led to the rooftop where he and his brothers had gathered.

In the end, she had agreed to come with them - not that she had a choice. She was dressed nice, but she looked underage and Raph was pretty sure her parents wouldn't pay for a lawyer if they found out what she'd been up to. He looked up just as she stepped onto the slippery rooftop. The weather had finally cleared, but there was still panic in the streets below - panic that she had caused.

The girl walked over to them silently. Her wavy, black hair was plastered to her head and her eyes shone like sapphires in the dark. Her expression was angry and calculating. Her hands were shoved in the pockets of her leather jacket, and Raph would have bet anything that her fingers were already closed around the frame of her gun.

They were making a mistake to think they could trust her, he thought, but Leo was soft. He'd give anyone a second chance even if he knew they didn't deserve it.

"So," Leo said once the girl had gotten to where they stood. "Who are you?"

The girl kicked a pebble across the rooftop. "Emmeline Harris."

"That your real name?" Raphael shot at her.

"The only one you need to know," Emmeline shot back.

"Look," Leonardo said before Raph had a chance to respond. "You're lucky to be here instead of a jail cell, and I think you know that. What you don't know is that we're ninjas. We don't exactly have a problem busting skulls if we need to. So either you tell us what we need to know or else you leave here in a body cast." He paused here to shrug. "The choice is yours."

"Did you rehearse that little speech?" Emmeline deadpanned.

Raphael lunged across the rooftop and grabbed her by the neck of her coat. He had had enough. He drew his sai and pressed it against the skin of her throat so hard that a fine, line of red appeared and blossomed across her skin. "He might have been kidding, but I am not. This is your last warning."

"Alright, alright," Emmeline said. "I'll tell you what you wanna know."

Raphael threw her to the ground unceremoniously.

"Street names," Leo said simply. "You got one?"

Emmeline nodded. "The people I deal to call me Snow White. They think I look like her."

There was a pause as the turtles took in this news.

"You know," Michelangelo said, breaking the silence. "I can kinda see the resemblance."

Raph pressed his palm to his forehead, sighing. "Geez, Mikey."

Leo ignored both of them. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen," Emmeline said simply.

Raphael frowned. She was two years older than them?

"You really don't look it," Donatello informed her.

Emmeline scowled at him. "It's part of my charm."

At that, Raph scoffed.

"How long have you been dealing?" Leonardo asked her.

Emmeline shrugged. "Two, maybe three years and before you ask, it's only coke. Usually. Sometimes I steal my mom's antidepressants when she pisses me off, but those don't go for as much."

"Why did you need the canister to get the drugs?" Donatello asked. "I mean, do you even know what that thing is?"

Emmeline looked at him and shrugged again. "I don't really care what it is or what it does. Normally, I buy the coke from Hun or one of his guys for a flat rate and resell it for twice as much. I just didn't have the money this time around, so we made a deal -"

Raph cut her off. "If you could get your hands on a canister, Hun would trade you for the drugs."

"A canister?" Emmeline echoed, looking at him. "You mean there are more of these things out there?"

Leo ignored her. "Do you know what Hun and the Dragons were gonna do with the canister once they had it?"

"I don't know," Emmeline said, shaking her head. "Sell it, probably. That's about all you can do with something like that unless you're a scientist or something, right?"

Raph and Leo exchanged a glance. It was easy enough to piece the puzzle together: Hun wanted the canister, so he could sell it to Shredder. Emmeline was just the middleman.

Raphael walked over to her and held his hand out expectantly. "Hand it over now."

No smartmouth comment this time. Emmeline reached in her messenger back, and pulled out the battered glass canister. The glass was cracked a little, but it didn't seem to be leaking. She handed it to him silently.

Raph handed the canister to Donnie, who deposited it in his own bag.

"And the drugs," Leo added.

Emmeline rolled her eyes, but pulled out the packets of cocaine nonetheless and handed them over.

Raphael carried the packets to the edge of the roof and threw them off silently. They had no use for them, and now neither did she.

"Now what?" Emmeline asked them. "Can I just go on my merry way?"

Leonardo smiled at her. "Here's how this is gonna work: My brother placed a tracker on you, and he's gonna follow you home, so even if you manage to get rid of it we still know where you sleep at night." He pulled his T-phone off his belt. "You're gonna put your number in here, and if we need you we'll be in contact. In the meantime, you're gonna break off all contact with Hun and the Purple Dragons. That is the easy way."

Emmeline gaped at him. "Wait a minute, you don't understand - I can't just cut off Hun. It's not that easy."

"You might not believe us," Michelangelo said. "But we're doing this for your own good. Those guys are no joke."

"And when Mikey's serious, you know things are bad," Raphael told her.

Leonardo pressed his T-phone into the palm of her hand. "You got a phone, right?"

Emmeline didn't bother asking any questions. She pulled her phone out and thrust it at him.

"Obviously, if the Dragons come after you, you should call the police," Leonardo told her, putting his number in the phone. "If that doesn't work, then contact us. As a last resort," he added. He handed the phone to Raphael.

Raph frowned down at the smart phone. "You're kidding, right?" he said, looking at Leo. "Why would I -"

"Just do it, Raph," Leo said, cutting him off with a scowl.

"Don't worry," Emmeline told him reassuringly. "You'd be the last one I'd call."

Raphael put in his information in and thrust the phone at Mikey silently.

Once Mikey was done with it, he handed it over to Donnie.

Then it was back in Emmeline's hands. "Can I go now?"

"You're free to go," Leonardo told her.

Emmeline shoved her phone in her messenger bag. Then she turned and made her back over to fire escape, which she had used to get up there in the first place.

Leonardo gave her a five minute head start. Just long enough, he thought, to get down the escape and on her bike. Then he turned to Raphael and instructed him simply, "Follow her."

A/N: Okay, this is an experiment and based off the reviews I get, this story could very well be going nowhere. The story is set in the earlier half of the second season of the 2012 series, but Raphael's personality is sort of a mash-up of the 2012 version, the 2003 version, and the 1990 movie version because that's my favorite. The story will deal with some heavy stuff, so if you think you can't handle it then don't read it. That's really all I can say for now. Also I realize most people hate OCs, so I tried to make Emmeline as interesting as possible and I swear, she is not a Karai copycat. Hopefully, she doesn't seem like one. Also I just wanted to say that to justify my creating an OC, I find it a little unrealistic that the Turtles have had so little contact with humans since they live and are very active in a city with a population of 8.5 million people.

Please, let me know what you think of the story so far and if you think it is worth continuing.

Thank you.