Hey! Roxy Goth here. I've risen from the dead to write another TMNT fanfic.

Now this is an odd one and I admit I am totally jumping the gun here. But it takes place in the Rise of the TMNT universe.

It's a scene of April meeting the boys [and Splinter] for the first time. Because I don't want to jump the gun too much I'm not going into too much detail about how April ends up in the lair. Just assume the turtles were defending her from something.

This is a two-parter.

I do not own TMNT in any way shape of form.

April had a pounding headache. She groaned and tried to sit up, but failed, falling back onto something soft instead. "Ugh…"

"Be careful Miss." She heard an elderly male voice say. "You have sustained quite a nasty bump."

"Uuh" April opened her eyes, only to close them again when she realised the world was blurry. "M-my glasses? W-where are my glasses?"

There was a pause and then the man's voice said. "Raphael, please fetch the young lady's glasses."

Raphael? What kind of weird name was that. The frame of her glasses suddenly appeared in front of her face and she groggily took them and put them on. "Thanks." She sat up, rubbing her eyes as she did so. She blinked and looked straight ahead.

There was a tortoise standing in front of her. Well, sitting down actually, on an old armchair. He had a blue mask, a glass of water in his hand and with his other hand he waved at her. "Hi!"

April blinked again, before shutting her eyes and counting to ten. She opened them again. The same scene greeted her. "Y-you're a tortoise." She said.

"Turtle actually." The voice came from behind her and April whipped her head round, groaning as her fore-head started throbbing.

There was another turtle, with a purple mask sitting on another armchair. "Although technically we're terrapin's."

April found herself unable to say anything else except. "Right. I'm going mental. Oh geez!" She rubbed her forehead again. "Talking turtles!"

"And just how's that any different from talking bears or ducks?" April screamed as an orange-masked turtle bobbed up from behind the sofa she was lying on and casually leaned his arms across the top of it.

"Because they're not real!"

"An excellent point." The purple masked turtle said, calmly. "We however are. As evidence by the fact we're talking to you now." He proceeded to get up and kneel in front of her. "My name is Donatello. Hamato-Donatello. But you can call me Donnie. What's your name?"

"Name?"

"Yes, name. You do have one I presume?"

"A-april." She cleared her throat. "April O'Neil. Oh god, I can't believe I'm talking to a turtle."

"You better believe it sister." The blue-masked turtle said, cheekily. "We're one of a kind."

"Four if you want to be pedantic." Donnie said, smiling a little. "And if it helps we can't believe we're talking to a human."

As the situation came crashing down on her, April found herself blurting out. "What are you going to do with me!?"

"Relax Miss O'Neil calm yourself." The rat said, as April began panicking. "Breath. Breath…that's it. That's it." As April got her breathing under control, the rat said. "We have no wish to harm you. We will let you go whenever you wish. "

Finding her voice again, April said immediately. "I want to go now. Now."

"Are you sure you don't want-" The purple masked turtle began.

"I WANT TO GO HOME! NOW!" April screamed before bursting into tears.

The four turtle looked at the rat, who simply nodded. "Very well Miss O'Neil. My sons will show you the way out. Raphael?"

A shadow fell over her and April looked up and screamed as the biggest turtle she had even seen blocked her vision.

"Yeah. We often have that reaction to Raph." The orange masked turtle said jokily, before being promptly smacked round the head as the big turtle – who had a red mask she noticed – whacked him round the head.

The rat said something sharply in a language she didn't understand, but the turtles clearly did as they stopped clowning around.

"I-I'm fine." April tried to insist as the one in purple helped her get up.

He looked straight at her and April noticed he had black eyes. "If I let go would you be alright?"

"Yes!"

"Fair enough." With that he let her go and she fell backwards onto the sofa.

"Donatello!" The rat snapped.

The purple masked turtle threw his hands up. "She said she'd be fine!"

The rat said some more things that April didn't understand, but didn't sound complimentary ad the purple masked turtle responded – sounding quite subdued - and stepped back.

The blue banded turtle held his hand out to her. "Ignore my idiot brother, Miss O'Neil." He said, sounding quite posh. "He has the social graces of a truck." As April took his hand and allowed him to pull her up, she heard the red one mutter.

"Huh. That's an insult to trucks." The purple one promptly stood on his foot, which causes both a yelp and a giggle – from the red one and April respectively.

"I will set Sheldon on you!"

"Ladies please." The orange one put his arms round the other two's shells and gave them a hug. "Let's not bicker in front of the guest. What will she think of us?"

"Who cares?" The red one said, gruffly. "We're never seeing her after this again anyway."

The orange one deflated a bit. "No fair enough. You're right. Anyway." He suddenly did a front flip over to the door and stood by it. "C'mon Losers! Let's get going!"

"Can you walk?" The blue one asked.

"Of course." April said, however as soon as she tried a red hot pain shot through her ankle and she promptly blacked out again.