Wel, after watching SAINW for the first time in probably five or six years, I got an idea for a story using the OC I've created. This is told from her POV, but as a 45-year-old woman (As it has been thirty years since Donny 'disappeared'). There's really not much you need to know without having read my other stories, besides the fact that Amelia would normally have a tessen (war-fan). As far as appearance goes, she has chocolate brown hair, matching eyes and relatively pale skin. Without further ado, please enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own TMNT or any of the characters taken from it. Amelia is the only character I own.

Things change. If there's anything I've learned in the past thirty years, it's that. Thirty years ago, Donatello disappeared without a trace. We thought he was dead, made ourselves believe so. It was less painful than keeping up hope that me might be alive, might return to us one day. After he left, things just fell apart. We lost our hope, our freedom, and our family. Hell, the only ones who actually stuck together through this whole damned thing were Michelangelo and me. Leo and Raph took off years ago, each going their separate ways. They were still in the city, of course. No one could ever leave the city, or the Shredder's reign of terror. I hadn't seen or heard from my two eldest brothers since Master Splinter died. To put my life in the simplest possible terms, it's gone straight to hell.

Michelangelo and I visited the old lair every so often. We probably shouldn't have. It only brought back the memories, the pain, and the realization that Donny couldn't get us out of this mess this time. He was gone, and nothing we could do would bring him back. Despite that, we were back again. We were returning to the lair, to relive the times spent there, good and bad. We were expecting the usual. We'd sneak into the lair and sneak out, probably be seen by one of the Shredder's forces, fight them off, and escape with our lives intact. What we weren't expecting was a blast from the past.

"Mike, look," I hissed upon seeing an all-too familiar face.

That purple eye-mask was a dead giveaway. The bo staff only added to the nostalgia. Michelangelo's eyes widened slightly in surprise as he stared down at the mutated turtle below. That turtle was about to be killed by the Shredder's personal police if we didn't do something. My eyes narrowed. I'd lost my brother once before. I certainly wasn't about to let it happen again. Donatello pulled his bo staff off his back and held it in front of him, ready to attack. He must have seen the Foot's marking on the police's shoulder. They continued approaching on him, until Michelangelo and I each threw a few throwing stars in their path, effectively distracting them.

"On the roof! Get the light on them!" a voice commanded from a loud-speaker. "Fire! Open fire!"

Mike and I leaped out of the path of the light, staying in the shadows. That was how Master Splinter had taught us. As teenagers, we didn't listen to that often. Now, we had to. Gunshots were fired at us as we ran across the roof of the old warehouse where we'd once kept the battleshell. Michelangelo leaped off the roof first, landing behind an old, run-down car. I followed after him, ducking behind a pile of rubble for my defense. I pulled out the small hand-gun that I kept on my hip and fired at the men approaching Mike and me. They shot repeatedly at Michelangelo, or where he was hiding at least. I knew none of their bullets had pierced him, though. We'd been through things like this all too many times before.

Mike pushed up the hood of the car, throwing the man standing on it forward. I continued shooting, defending myself as well as both of my brothers. I knew I'd run out of ammunition soon, though. That was the main downfall to guns. They just never had enough bullets. Mike leapt through the shadows and took down one of the police, stealing his weapon in the process. That was when my gun finally ran out. Michelangelo took each of the remaining members down with his nunchakus while I ran out with a pair of sai. Just as we finished them all off, a light from the helicopter above began shining down on us. Mike shot at it with the gun he'd gotten from the officer he'd taken down and sent it flying away. It then crashed into a nearby building. The commotion quickly died down after that and we turned to face Donatello. He didn't look a day older than the last time I'd seen him, when I was still sixteen.

"Mikey, Amy, am I glad to see you guys!" he exclaimed.

"So, it's really you," Mike answered as we both stepped out of the shadows.

"You came back," I murmured. The look on Don's face showed obvious shock, but I knew it wasn't due to Michelangelo's change in voice. No, it was because of the condition we were in. Mike's left arm was gone at the elbow, had been for years. Trailing down the right side of my face were two long, deep scars. They ran on either side of my eye and through the corner of my mouth. I could still see, but I was eternally scarred.

"Mikey! Y-Your arm! What happened to your arm?" Don asked in shock before looking over at me. He didn't have words for my appearance. I covered that side of my face with my short hair. I'd still kept it the same length all those years, mostly because it was easier to manage and stayed out of my way. "Amy…"

"You're the one that's got some questions to answer," Mike answered harshly. "Where the shell have you been all these years?"

"All these years?" Donatello sounded confused.

"You've been gone for over thirty years, Donatello," I answered.

"Thirty years? It can't be!"

"Can be and is. We thought you were dead… made ourselves believe you were dead. It was easier that way."

"How the shell could you just abandon us like that?!" Michelangelo demanded.

"I didn't," Don answered. "I'd never abandon you guys. One minute, we were all in the lair together and the next minute, I woke up here. I don't know how."

"So, the turtle with the big brain finally doesn't have all the answers. Who'da thunk it? But we can't talk here. Come on."

Mike and I began leading Donatello through the city, sticking to the shadows and rooftops as much as possible. It was silent, like any other run I had with Mike. Overhead were the Shredders legions and a blimp that depicted his mask. It was his warning to the world that he was always watching. For as much as we watched, though, he wasn't able to get rid of us all yet.

"Serve the Shredder! He is your lord and master," Karai's voice called through the blimp. I scowled deeply at the words. We finally came to a grate that lead into the sewers, what safe spot there was.

"Where are we going," Don asked.

"Taking you to Master Splinter," I answered.

"Are Leo and Raph with him?"

"You kidding?" Mike answered. "Leo and Raph aren't with anybody anymore."

With that, we all went down into the sewers. The walk was silent once more, only the sounds of our padding feet and water trickling breaking it. I glanced over at Donatello a few times, finding it difficult to believe he was really there. After all, we'd gone thirty years without him. How could he have possibly returned all of a sudden? As I took in the image of my genius brother, I noticed the apprehensive expression on his face. I figured it had something to do with Michelangelo's comment before we went into the sewers. After walking for about ten minutes, we came to a manhole by the city park, where we'd buried Master Splinter after his death. Don exited the sewer first, pulling me up after him. Mike came out last.

"Where are all the people?" Donatello asked.

"You mean the ones that are still alive?" I questioned back as we began running through the woods in the city park. "They're forced to work eighteen-hour days in the Shredder's labor camps."

"No one's allowed out at night," Mike added. We stopped running as we neared a clearing. I briefly wondered how Donatello would take the news of our father. Perhaps it was too harsh? Then again, he needed to know.

"What happened between Leo and Raph," the bo staff wielding turtle asked.

"Let's just say they got in a big fight a long time ago." Mike surveyed the area quickly before running forward again, Don and I following behind him.

Don suddenly stopped running as a strange, pale blue aura outlined him. My brow furrowed in confusion. I'd never seen anything like that before, and I had seen my fair share of strange occurrences.

"What the shell," Don asked as the strange aura disappeared. He shook his head and we began running to catch up with Michelangelo.

"When you never came back, Donny, well everything just… fell apart. We were a team. Without you, it just didn't work. Guess we really needed that level head of yours."

"I could only keep them together for so long, but I'm not a miracle worker," I murmured. We had finally come to our destination and Mike and I stepped out from behind the cover of the trees first. Don was right behind us.

"Master Splinter," he asked. Mike pointed to the board that marked out teacher's grave.

"He's over there," I answered.

"No!" Don walked over to the grave and fell to his knees. "Master Splinter is… No!"

"Master Yoshi used to bring him here to the park back in the day," Mike explained. "It's not the safest place, but it's where sensei wanted to be buried."

"H-how?"

"A couple years after you disappeared, Master Splinter gave his life protecting the four of us."

"I can't believe this place. It's all… so horrible."

"You'll get used to it," I answered. "Besides, what can you do? It's the way it is."

"It's not the way it was! Maybe I can't change the past, but that doesn't mean there isn't a way to change the present." I could tell Donatello was hatching some sort of plan. That was what he was good at, after all. "We've gotta face the Shredder and take him down!" Mike laughed wryly.

"We tried," he answered. "Too many times."

"We're going to try again, guys."

"I hope you have a plan," I told him.

"I'm working on it, but we're going to need Leo and Raph."

"That's a tall order, Don. But I think we may know someone who can help."

Please R&R.