Disclaimer: I don't own the TMNT

Friends Are There to Pick You Up Again

The guys will be about 25yrs and stand roughly 6'4"

Prologue

She was sitting on the edge of the roof when he saw her, wearing nothing but a thin over shirt, a black bra, and skimpy shorts.

It was pouring rain, and freezing.

He walked up to her and sat down beside her about six feet away, in the shadow of next building.

"You're going to freeze," he said just loudly enough to be heard.

She turned to look at him slowly and blinked, trying to wipe the rain and tears from her eyes enough to see him.

"Why would you care?" she asked, before giving up on seeing him and looking back at the ground four stories below, "it's not like anyone else does."

"Because I'd want someone to care if it was me," he replied.

She sat there and just stared at the ground, then lifted her head and looked towards him.

"What…why are you on the roof? Do you live here?" she asked.

"Needed to think and no, well, it's complicated," he replied, "here."

She jumped as a large jacket was tossed towards her; she caught it and then stared at it as if it might run away then put it on dragging her legs and feet under it.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You're welcome," you best get inside before you catch your death out here," he offered.

She stood up and started towards him only to realize that his silhouette was gone, he'd left.

"Thank you," she whispered, before slipping inside the building.

He sat on the opposite building and watched her go and smiled. He'd been keeping an eye on her ever since he'd stopped a man from rapping her in a back alley two weeks back. She lived with an abusive partner, struggled with keeping up with rent, worked at a club as an exotic dancer, and usually spends her nights curled on the floor in a corner nursing bruises.

But something in her eye told him that she just needed someone to help her find her place. he'd found her studio by accident, a simple little broken down warehouse full of easels, paint cans, and all kinds of half-finished works. On the shelves of that little room were medical books, she wanted to be a nurse for those in cancer treatment centers. She wanted to be able to get out of the life she was leading and get somewhere else. She wanted to help people, not entertain them.

For that reason, he made it his project to find paint, medical books, and paint brushes for her. Her art was her outlet for her pain, her books were the outlet of her dreams.

He planned on helping her achieve those somehow.

A flicker of Blue caught the light as he darted back into the dark.

Over the next four years they would become close friends and he would work on helping her achieve her goals.

Until a disaster would strike them both, and their lives would take a terrible turn…

A/N: Interesting exploration of Leo's character. Please Leave me a Review! This is not a romance.