A/N a pretty weird idea that I thought of. Don't hate on me but it's strange. I do not own TMNT

April woke up in her bed feeling the aches from her mission last night with the turtles. They had fought for what felt like hours and was glad of the rest. She yawned and checked her T-phone only to find that she'd over slept by two hours. She jumped out of bed as her T-phone vibrated and Donnie's face appeared on the screen. She answered it and put it on speaker and placed it on her bed.

"Hey Donnie!" She said.

"H-he hey April. What's up?" He answered trying to be cool.

She giggled at his attempt to act suave as she picked up her tessen from her bed side table.

"I'm just getting a little bit of extra practice before training later. I really want to impress Master Splinter today."

"Don't worry April, I've seen your moves, they're awesome! Not that I was looking at you- and when I say moves I ment-" She tried to hold back a laugh as he stumbled over his words due to his massive crush on her. She got into her fighting stance and started to practice her basic katas.

A man in a doctor's coat walked down the white blank corridor that smelt like a mixture of blood and bleach to where his partner was waiting. He'd been doing this job for over thirty years and all his clients had been grateful for their experiences with him. But this new task was so bizarre that all his previous attempts had failed and was now back to square one.

"Hi Kev!" His partner called as he entered the CCTV room.

"Goodmorning Pete" he replied taking a chair besides him. "Anything to report?"

His partner shook his head. "Nothing out of the ordinary. Just the usual. No escapes from 'The Kraang Facility' tonight." he chuckled as he headed out ready for a long nap after being up all night. They had to keep constant eyes on her in case she hurt herself in one of her fights.

He looked at the screen where a young women in a yellow hospital gown was prancing around with a folded up piece of paper whilst talking out loud to a small cut out picture of a turtle. The man thought back to when her father first came to him when he'd caught her sneaking off into the sewer in the dead of night talking to herself. He couldn't see her anymore due to her screaming at him that he was a giant bat or a pink alien monster. Even her friend who used to visit stopped coming after she claimed that she was a robot in disguise. He thought back to all the crazy stories he'd heard from her since they'd met as he flicked through his report folder wondering if today she'd be a reporter, scientist or explorer and if she'd call him Falco, Chaplin or Stockman.