So this is an idea that's been floating in my head, and just HAD to write. So the tmnt in this I imagine from the 2007 movie verse, after the Winter's incident. Now, Read on! Oh! And if you have a suggestion for it, please do tell XD

Jack stumbled along through the sewers of New York. He had to keep going, or they'd catch him once more.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been held captive by M.E.C.H, nor how long they'd torture him. Hours at a time, he was sure.

Jack paused to regain his breath, each labored. He looked back, ensuring he was in no danger. All he saw was a short trail of blood, left from his bleeding wounds.

He coughed roughly, blood dribbling from his lips to drip onto the ground.

No, he had to keep moving. The 'bots would find his life signal at some point, he knew they would! He just had to be patient.

His eyes snapped up when he heard footsteps, and he pressed back into the shadows, praying he wouldn't be seen if it was M.E.C.H.

Several figures came from a seperate tunnel, approaching where he was.

He heard two male voices, both sounding to be from males slightly older than Jack, argued over something. Jack also heard several sighs from the others, a female voice, a mans voice, a gravled and old voice and two that sounded similar to the two that squabled.

"My sons," The old, wisend voice spoke. "Please do not argue over such a foolish matter."

Sons? So they weren't a part of M.E.C.H probably...

"He started it!" The two arguing voices exclaimed as two figures pointed at each other. Another chorus of sighs came.

Suddenly, Jack heard running footsteps from behind, and looked back. He panicked when he saw M.E.C.H soldiers and Silas.

Jack tried to run, terrified.

The sound of a gunshot pierced the air, and Jack cried out in pain, grabbing his side. He stumbbled, then fell.

Silas chuckled, slowly approaching. Jack flipped over onto his back, trying to crawl back to get away. Fear was etched on his face.

When Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donny, April, Casey and Splinter had all decided to walk through the sewers, they hadn't expected for a teen with raven hair to stumble out from another tunnel, only to have a bullet graze his side and make him fall. Yet, now they stood, watching as a teen, who was only about sixteen or so, tried to crawl away as he stared in terror at his attackers.

A heavily scarred man walked forward, a leasurely pace being a painful reminder to the youth that he had all the time in the world.

"Here I thought we had you sedated, yet you managed to escape. I guess though, you were bound to gain an immunity. How unfortunate that you left a trail, yes?" The man taunted darkly, gesturing to the trail of blood that had been followed.

"You know, this could all end if you just told me where the base is. This could've ended weeks ago, if you told me."

Leo and his brothers looked at each other, then at their father. They had to help!

But the elderly rat held up a hand, a sign he wished first to see if the man said anything more. And the scarred man did.

The man kneeled down in front of the teen, gripping the youth's jaw painfully hard in a hand.

"So, why don't you just tell me now? Make all your suffering end?"

The teen, Jack as the man called him, scowled.

"I'd r-rather swallow a th-thousand knives a-and die than t-tell you!" He spat weakly, head jerking free of the man's hand.

The man sighed.

"Very well then."

He stood, giving a two fingered twitch.

"Go ahead and dispose of him."

The raven male flinched away, eyes squeezing shut as he prepared himself to be shot...

Master Splinter nodded, and Leo, Raph, Mikey and Don attacked.

Jack looked up in shock when he heard the soldiers screaming in surprise and pain, along with the sounds of fighting. Had the people he heard before decided to help him?

Jack was dumbfounded when he saw four, giant, human sized turtles fighting the M.E.C.H soldiers.

Jack managed to crawl back, leaning on the sewer wall as he held his bleeding side.

He jumped slightly in surprise when a young woman in her twenties came up, kneeling beside him. She looked him over, concern in her eyes.

"Wh-who...?"

She smiled softly, petting his hair.

"Shh, it's alright. You're gonna be okay." She said reassuringly.

Jack was too weak to answer, staring at her blearily.

Soon, the soldiers were all knocked out, guns tossed in the sewer water. Everyone gathered around Jack.

"Ow, dudes, he looks awful!" One of the turtles, one with an organge mask, said, wincing in sympathy.

Another turtle, this one in red, smacked the back of the orange masked turtle's head.

"Hey!"

The other two turtles, in blue and purple, sighed before they joined the woman, kneeling in front of Jack.

"He's in really bad shape, we need to get him to the lair." The one in purple said, looking up at a large, elderly rat.

The elderly rat looked over Jack for a long moment, then looked to the turtle in blue.

"Leonardo, I do not believe he will be able to walk. Please carry him."

"Yes sensei." The one in blue, Leonardo, replied, nodding and lifting Jack.

Jack made a small sound of pain, flinching.

"Hey, it's okay." Leonardo murmured, holding him securely. "I know it hurts, but you'll need to bear with it for a bit, alright?"

Jack managed a small nod, though winced as he did. Everything hurt so bad.

Jack began to fade in and out of consciousness. All he knew was that his saviors were heading somewhere quickly, but he didn't know where.

The last thing he remembered were flashes of blue, red, purple and organge.

The moment they were in the lair, Leo lay the teen, Jack, on the couch. Don grabbed his medical equipment and started to work, everyone hovering.

"Poor guy looks like he's been trhough a war..." Donny murmured as he began to carefully stitch a wound close.

"Why th' shell would those guys shoot at 'im?" Raph asked, crossing his arms, face showing anger.

"You already know that, you heard that man called Silas just like we did. He has information that he and his group want." Leo replied, leaning on the back of the couch as he watched Don patch up the younger male. The blue-clad turtle then looked at Master Splinter.

"Sensei, we can't just patch him up, leave him up-top and hope for the best."

The elderly rat nodded, leaning on the cane he held.

"I am aware, Leonardo."

"He could come stay at my house and heal up." April offered. "Casey won't mind. Right, Casey?"

The man blinked, then hesitated when the woman gave him a look.

"Ah, nah. I wouldn't mind a bit!" He replied, laughing nervously.

Splinter raised a hand.

"A generous offer, but I believe it would not be wise. His assaliants may return, and if they find the child in your home, they may come after you both as well."

"Duuude! Does that mean he gets to stay here?!" Mikey asked excitedly, eyes lighting up.

Their father chuckled softly.

"Yes my son, now please, calm yourself before you awaken Donatello's patient."

Mikey pouted, but did as told. He contented himself with crouching at the end of the couch, peeking over the arm of it to stare at the raven teen.

Donny sighed, then looked up.

"I'll need someone to set up the cot in my lab for him."

Leo and Raph both nodded, going quickly to do so.

Splinter moved up, standing beside the couch and staring down at the raven teen on the couch.

Just what secrets did the teen hold?