A/N: My first turtle's fanfic, so be nice. I hope it goes well because I love the turtles to bits. Please enjoy!
Edit: Please don't be put off by the OC. Give the story a chance.

I'm dedicating this chapter to my own younger brother, because i love him to bits no matter how much he annoys the life out of me. lol.

The turtles and related characters belong to Mirage/ Eastman + Laird/ 4Kids… blah, blah, blah. But Samantha and Daniel are mine.

- Even though I sometimes don't act like it, I love you, and I will do anything to protect you…-

His laughter always made Samantha happy. She loved to see him smile; to see him enjoy himself; it made her smile to see him like that. After all, that's what tonight's trip had been all about. They didn't often get the chance to go out and have fun together like a normal brother and sister should, and these rare occasions should definitely not be left to pass.

Daniel, her little brother, had been on about going to see this film in the cinema for ages; Sam had never even heard of it, but apparently it was all his friends were on about at school. So, Samantha took her time off work to take him to see it, and have a nice meal out in the local pizzeria after. Whenever they took a night out, they would often go there for a meal, as her little brother loved the mountainous chocolate sundaes they sold for desert and it wasn't badly priced either.

It was dark now and the streets of New York were beginning to become riddled with some of the troublesome nightlife that threatened most people, but Sam didn't mind. That's not to say she wasn't worried, because she was always on the alert. Though if anyone tried anything while her little brother was there, so help them. She wasn't exactly well known for keeping her temper.

However, her spirits were high as she drifted with her nine year old brother, arm draped protectively over his shoulders, back to their small apartment. It was only a couple of blocks from where they were currently basking in the rare jubilation of a fun evening out.

"I give that a definite eight!" Sam laughed as she held up her fingers, marking the boisterous burp that had been emitted from her brother only moments before out of ten.

Her brother grinned with pride at this verbal pat on the back as he waltzed beside his older sister, head held high and laughter on his lips.

"Come on kiddo, this way," She smirked, gently nudging Daniel in the direction of a large dump that they used as a short cut back to their apartment. They used it more often than not due to the fifteen minutes it cut off their journey time.

"Aw, but it stinks," the nine year old boy whined as he dragged his feet across the ground to the open gate of the dump. Truth be told, he just wanted to night to last that bit longer, and if that meant going the long way home, he didn't mind.

"Not as bad as your room," Sam teased, nudging the young boy softly along once more.

"My room resembles that remark," Daniel huffed, folding his arms as he fell in step with his sister as they traversed through the gate, knowing that he wouldn't get his own way.

"I think you mean resent, Danny," the older teen rolled her eyes, her remark wasted on the carefree child.

Of course, on a rare jubilant night like this one, Murphy's Law has a tendency to kick in and ruin everything with great ease. This exact thought ran across Samantha's mind as she heard several rowdy voices coming from the path ahead.

Fan-bloody-tastic.

That was just what she needed. Some punk kids ready to give her and her brother a bad time just because they wanted to get home. Sometimes, Sam believed that good luck didn't exist in her world.

"Stick by me at all times," She told her brother protectively, taking gentle hold of his hand. "Don't let these guys trouble you."

Daniel looked up to catch the gaze of his older sister, frowning when he caught a glimpse of worry in her eyes that seemed to quickly fade as she flashed him a confident smile.

"No worries, 'k?" Sam smiled at Daniel, who nodded and forced a small smile in reply.

Samantha knew that the best idea was to turn back and go the long way round, but she wasn't about to stand down to a load of arrogant jerks just because they were spanning the pathway of the dump. She could handle a few perps after all.

The eyes of the young female naturally narrowed to a determined stare as she carefully picked her way across the path to the edge of a small turning. Backing against the wall of abandoned rubbish, she peered round, scanning the unruly gang for any major threat. Although they all just looked like a bunch of everyday thugs, there were quite a few of them, and she didn't want to chance an encounter if she could help it.

Feeling the hand in hers tighten temporarily, she turned and looked down upon her younger sibling, whose eyes were awash with fear, even if his face attempted to cover it up. Sam couldn't help but smile at the courage in her mischievous brother. Her smile seemed to calm him down a bit, so Samantha allowed her attention to turn back to the hell-raising youths.

Her eyes washed over the scene, looking for any cover that may prevent a skirmish between them to occur. She didn't want her brother involved in anything that may endanger his safety. Though, she admitted to herself, just bringing him this way was endangering his safety.

"Right," She said after a while, turning to her brother. "Stay low, silent and close to me."

Crouching down and making sure her brother followed suit, Sam made her way around the corner, quickly and silently shifting herself behind a crushed car. In her assessment of the area, she'd noticed a couple of mounds and crushed cars lining the edge of the occupied site, and deemed them worthy enough cover to get them through the dump unnoticed. Double checking that her brother was next to her, even though his hand was still in hers, she listened for any sounds that they may have been detected during their first move.

A random thought flitted across her mind as the adrenaline pumped through her body, and a smile slowly adorned her face, as she related this to the stealth training that she used to do with her Grandfather and Ben…

That was when she banished the thought from her mind, and the smile faded; her attention immediately returning to the situation at hand.

The first leap had been fine, there had been hardly anyone nearby that would've noticed a flicker of the shadows. This next part, on the other hand, was far more difficult. A small patch of light shone across the path to the mound, and a number of thugs were talking and 'making merry' just a few yards away.

Turning to her brother, she formulated a plan.

"Danny, listen carefully. I'm going to go over to that mound first, to make sure the coast is clear. Then, when I signal you, you run as fast and as silently as you can to me. Can you do that for me?" Sam asked her younger brother, noticing the immediate apprehension in his eyes.

"Don't leave me Sammy," the nine year old whispered hurriedly, clinging to his older sister's hand tightly.

He used the nickname that always made her do whatever he wanted, even though she disliked it with most parts of her being. Scowling internally, she shook off the ominous protective feeling. She wasn't about to give up now.

"It's going to be fine. Just like one of those games we used to play with Grandpa," her voice was quiet but determined, and Daniel knew now that nothing was going to change her mind.

Nodding regrettably, his hand unwillingly left the comfort of his older sister's and fell lamely to his side; his bright periwinkle eyes never leaving Sam for a second.

Samantha returned to the task at hand, her eyes peering perilously over the hood of the bent and broken car, looking intently at the gang for the opportunity to arise so that she could cross over between her current hiding place, to the mound of rubbish across from her.

As soon as she was sure the attention of the perps was elsewhere, she made a break for it, running swiftly but silently over the muddy earth to the mound of junk that she had earlier deemed worthy to hide behind.

However, when she found herself hiding behind it, she realised that she should've spent a lot longer assessing her surroundings. The relatively large heap had several small, seemingly harmless gaps in it.

People often made the mistake of believing that spiders were small and seemingly harmless. Yet one bite off a particular species could kill a fully grown man.

Sam hated spiders.

Cursing inwardly, she made a careful step away from the mass of precariously perched material so as to make sure not to disturb any of it and give away her position. This, however, turned out not to be the best idea she'd ever had. In fact, she thought, it may have been one of her worst.

As she stepped back, her foot landed on a small, seemingly harmless iron bar that hit the side of the stack, dislodging several pocket-sized pieces of junk, which in turn dislodged some larger pieces of junk causing a minor avalanche of rubbish down the front of the heap.

Samantha grimaced at the sheer sound of it all. Then grimaced some more when she heard several startled voices remarking on the sudden collapse of the fairly large mound of crap that sat behind them. She hoped that Daniel had the sense to stay well hidden.

"Oi, Ice, go see what the hell happened," a gruff voice commanded.

His orders were not questioned, but met with theories on what might've caused it as a shift of weight told Sam that one of the thugs was heading her way.

"Could'a been a rat!"

"Hope it's some fresh meat. Been itchin' to smack somethin' all day."

"Speak for ye'self. I'm sick o' getin' beaten up all the damn time."

"Especially by those green freaks."

"I hope it ain't them."

"Well, even if it is, we'll be ready. We Purple Dragons don't go down so easy."

Purple Dragons, damn, Sam thought angrily as she awaited her imminent discovery. These punks always wanted to cause trouble. They were everywhere, like a damn plague of cockroaches. When you thought you'd gotten rid of them all, they'd reappear out of nowhere.

Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.

Sam hated Murphy's Law too.

Curling her hands into fists, she closed her eyes and her breath hitched as a rough hand grabbed her shoulder and dragged her from her pathetic hiding place.

"Heh, heh, heh. T'is a little girly all by her lonesome," the perp grinned evilly, as he pushed and shoved Sam towards the group.

The gang of Purple Dragons looked as if Christmas had come early, and they all began to laugh cruelly as the young woman was shoved into their sights.

"Not half bad lookin' either," the gruff voice from earlier commented, the owner standing and approaching Sam with a half-drunken swagger.

As he stopped in front of her, she could smell the stale booze, B.O. and cheap cologne. It made her stomach turn and she turned her face to try and get away from the stench. But a sharp hand grabbed her chin and pulled it around roughly so she stood face to face with the disgusting male.

"How's about havin' a little bit o' fun, eh boys?"

The sadistic grin on his face was enough to make Sam grimace and pull away sharply as a chorus of cruel laughter reached her ears.

"Touch me again, and I'll kick your arse," the teenage girl snapped viciously, glaring at the gang as if daring one of them to make a move.

"I like 'em feisty," the older male growled, his hand shooting out and grabbing Samantha's arm roughly, his nails digging into her skin.

"I said, don't touch me," Sam replied, her free arm swinging round, taking hold of his wrist and twisting it in a defensive move her Grandpa had taught her.

The dirty man yelped in pain, and in his surprise let go of Sam's arm as his own was twisted painfully around to his back. He found himself on his tiptoes to try and lessen the pain on his shoulder.

"Oi, get orf him you slag!"

Sam didn't want a confrontation, but it seemed as if this one was inevitable. Letting go of the man's arm she had previously been twisting, Sam turned to roundhouse kick one guy square in the chest, making him fly painfully into the solid earth.

Ducking as a baseball bat flew dangerously over her head, she placed herself in a defensive stance, sweeping her leg underneath that of the man in front, causing him to fall to the ground with a loud thud. Carefully making sure to step on his groin as she leapt across him, the young fighter barely missed being caught by a flying chain.

Samantha grinned, backing away slightly now she had all of them in her sights. Stopping, she positioned herself in an offensive stance, beckoning the perps forward teasingly with one hand, "Bring it on chumps."

That was when all hell broke loose, and Danny could only just make out his sister in the middle of the brawl. He'd only ever seen her practice her katas before, and spar with members of their family in a training arena. Never before had he seen her in battle. Her moves were performed with fierce precision; a brutal fire driving the power behind each hit. It was like watching a kung-foo action movie.

Several times, one member of the gang caught her with a baseball bat in the side, or a lucky punch round the face. These were the times when Daniel thought that he could help her; that she needed him. But his sister would soon recover with a deadly blow to her foe, and Danny could merely suppress a cheer. He knew that if he were to unveil himself, he would just put both of them in more danger, and that he couldn't do.

Though, as a hand clasped his shoulder and pulled him roughly from his hiding place, he knew that he was in as much danger as he could be, and things were soon to get a whole lot worse.

"SAM!" He yelled in fear, and regretted it almost at once.

"Danny!" The teenage female replied in horror, the momentary distraction allowing a Purple Dragon to smack her squarely around her back, knocking her to the floor.

"Look'ee here, they must know each o'va," the perp holding Daniel grinned maliciously.

"Get your creepy hands off o' him!" Sam cried out in rage, leaping off her feet and going for the male holding her brother by the scruff of his neck.

However, the knife that soon appeared at her brother's throat stopped her in her tracks, and made her glare in anger at the gang member that held her younger sibling.

"Don't you dare hurt him or I'll…"

"Or you'll what, missy?" the gang member holding her dear brothers life at the edge of a knife snapped viciously towards her.

For once, Sam was at a loss for what to say or what to do. The moronic male was right; there was nothing she could do. Her eyes moved across so that they fell onto the frightened face of Daniel, her beloved brother. She would do anything for him, absolutely anything. The gaze that stared at her brother softened, a sense of failure burning into her thoughts. She could do nothing for him. She'd failed him; failed as an older sister; as a protector. Not only that, but she'd failed her parents too; she'd promised to look after her little brother and she couldn't even do that.

Sam's gaze hardened as it turned back to the knife wielding gang member. "What do you want?" Her voice cracked as she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

Yet the answer came in the form of pain, as what she guessed must've been a lead pipe crashed ferociously into her chest, a small crack alerting her to the breaking of at least one rib. If she hadn't of heard the crack over her scream, then the pain that rocketed through her definitely confirmed the breakage. She hadn't realised she had even fallen to her knees until the temporary threat of unconsciousness passed, and she could finally draw short painful breaths.

"That answer your question?" A voice cackled ruthlessly from above her line of sight which currently focused on the earth at the perps feet.

Samantha dare not look up, but she wouldn't give these guys the satisfaction of knowing that they'd won. Grimacing with the pain of her chest as she moved, the determined young woman slowly got to her feet, and stood unsteadily as she clutched her chest.

"Want more, eh?"

That was when saw the fist hurtling towards her face, but did nothing to stop it as it collided painfully with her right cheek. Stumbling, she struggled to regain her balance and focus her eyes once more on the group of males. As soon as she'd done that though, she felt something else collide with the side of her face, stinging as it left its mark and knocked her once more off balance. The only thing she could do was try and stay standing; to stay strong for her brother.

Wincing as she moved herself into a more comfortable stance, she awaited the next blow to come, spitting the blood she tasted in her mouth onto the ground beside one of the group.

"My grandmother could hit harder than that," She taunted with a small manic chuckle, the crack of her voice making the tease sound weaker than she thought it would. If she was going to go down, she'd have her fun too.

"Oh really," one voice growled dangerously, as the owners bat swung treacherously towards Sam's knee.

The resounding violent thud made Sam yelp with pain as she found herself once more on her knees in the dirt. This time, the teen had no idea whether her knee was broken or not, but the thumping pain that shot through it every time she moved signalled that whatever had happened, she wouldn't be able to put any weight on it.

Sam placed her hands palm down in front of her, trying to shift her weight off the wounded knee so the throbbing would hopefully stop, or at least lessen. Wincing, she then attempted once more to straighten and stand up, but a worn boot stood on her left hand menacingly preventing that from happening. Immediately knowing what was going to happen, she flexed her other fingers so that they were well out of the way as the pressure of the boot increased, and continued to increase on the two fingers that it stood on.

Biting down on her lip to stop any sort of noise escaping her, she closed her eyes and tried to focus on anything else but the pain in her left hand that she felt at that moment. It was at that point that the boot stepped away, and Samantha brought her left hand protectively to her chest, cradling it in her other arm.

"Had enough already?" A voice cackled condescendingly from above her.

The scowl that adorned Sam's face at that point could've killed a man with a single stare, but of course she didn't have that power to her advantage. However, while she couldn't kill with a look, she could stay strong for her little brother; she wouldn't be seen to give up.

Using her right hand, and her left leg to balance on, she pushed herself up; almost crying out as her ribs cracked and her right knee throbbed. Hobbling to gain her balance, she looked up, her eyes glazing over as she stared at Danny, a soft smile growing on her face. A single tear fell down her cheek, mixing with the sweat, dirt and blood that covered her face.

'I'm sorry,' she mouthed delicately to her younger brother, who had a terrified look on his face and tears streaming down his cheeks.

Daniel shook his head in disbelief; what was Sam doing? She'd get through this, they both would just like they always did. He'd seen her get up time and time again after being knocked down; both tonight and before. They'd been through far worse together, and still they survived.

It was then that he saw the blow that finally took Sam to the floor; it had come from some guy behind her with a baseball bat. The blow was one that made Daniel turn away with a wince, and when he turned back, Sam lay still on the floor.

"Sam! Sammy!" Daniel cried out helplessly, a strong arm holding him back.

That's when he turned to his captor, his eyes wide with fear realising that he was next. He took another look at his sister, and his anguish turned to anger.

"Get off me!" He yelled, his teeth lunging for and biting down hard on the hand that held the knife to his throat. The effect was immediate, and the knife dropped to the floor; the current state of shock that the man had been left in allowed him to wriggle free, grab the knife, and stumble away from the men.

"Another feisty one. This is gonna be fun!" One man cackled as he stood beside his original captor who stood rubbing the teeth marks on his hand.

Daniel wielded the knife out in front of him as he began to back away towards his sister, every so often glancing behind him to check he was going in the right direction. He knew he didn't have a chance against all of them, but at least he would try.

"Don't come any closer!" The young boy warned them, his voice quivering with a slight fear.

"Heh, heh, heh. Listen to the li'l man talk!" One of the men laughed sadistically, swinging his bat dangerously in his hands.

"If you give up now, you'll go quicker than that girl over there," another told him with a vicious grin, his eyes twinkling with delight at the fear and pain he'd caused.

Danny swallowed hard, but shook his head defiantly, holding the knife out in front of him. His feet had found his sisters side, and that's where he stayed, protecting himself and her with every part of his being.

"I guess it's the hard way then," one perp cackled with glee as he pulled back his arm to hand a harsh blow to the nine year old boy.

Danny closed his eyes, his knuckles whitening as his grip on the knife tightened, awaiting the blow that would most likely knock him to the floor with his sister. But it never came. Instead he heard the sounds of yelling and fighting; metal on metal. Daniel forced his eyes open to see a battle quite unlike any he had ever witnessed, in reality or in any of the movies he had seen before.

Four giant green…things, were jumping and flying through the air with a skill that Daniel could only gape at with awe. Although his sister was good, her skills were inferior compared to that of the green ninjas that fought before him. They fought, not only as a team, but as one. It was as if each one of them knew each other strengths and weaknesses so well that they could make up for it. However, each had their own individual fighting style that was so amazing; Daniel had a hard time tearing his eyes away. If it wasn't for his sister lying on the floor, he would've stood there watching for ages.

Turning to his sister, he knelt down, dropping the knife by his side as he stared at the still body of Sam. "Sam," He shook her shoulders gently. "Sammy, please wake up." That's when tears began to roll down his cheeks, and he hoped that if there was a God out there, he would answer his silent prayers.

Still hearing the fight going on behind him, he tried his best to ignore it, watching his sister for any sign of movement what-so-ever. He thought he'd imagined but, but he swear he saw a flicker of Sam's eyelids.

"Sam?" Danny dared to hope.

And his hope was rewarded with the open eyes and groan from his older sister, then, even a small smile as she saw him.

"Hey," Sam croaked as she used the palms of her hands to prop herself up, and winced with pain, using her good hand to hold her head. "I just got my arse handed to me on a silver platter… But you're okay, right?"

Danny was speechless, and just hugged his sister with a smile, sobbing into her shoulder with relief, "I'm fine."

Sam grimaced as her little brother hugged her, crushing her ribs which didn't help her breathing at all, but she didn't say anything because she was just happy he was okay, if not a little shaken up. That was of course, when she noticed the fight going on behind her younger sibling.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, shifting her weight so she could get up, Danny immediately holding her so she could lean on him.

"Some green people jumped in and started to fight," Danny explained with a careful smile.

Sam's sight was still slightly blurred, and she was unable to balance fully, having to lean mostly on her brother. The pain was also far too much, and she knew that even though she was conscious at the moment, it wouldn't last too long. Glancing around for a weapon, she noticed the lead piping that had been used earlier to crack her ribs, and made Danny pick it up for her.

"What are you going to do?" He asked fearfully, not wanting his older sister to aggravate her wounds any more.

"Help," was all she replied with, hobbling with narrowed eyes over to the fight. She noticed at once that a large group had accumulated round one of their green saviours. Glaring with a dangerous grin she limped over, and noticed that while the ninja could take care of himself, he'd left one still conscious.

This particular gang member stood silently, and pulled a gun out of his jacket pocket. Sam didn't wait to find out whether it was loaded or not. Half running, half limping, she made her way over to the perp, holding the lead pipe high over her head. She cried out in rage as she let the lead pipe swing out violently and hit the man squarely in the back of the head. He fell with a loud thud to the floor, his gun falling with him.

Sam watched the blood flow from his head with a dark sense of satisfaction, looking up to the green ninja that she had saved the life of as she dropped the lead pipe. The male whatever he was, stared at her in confusion, but her vision blurred as pain rocketed through her sides and her breath became short and laboured. Gasping, she clutched her chest, but the black that held the corners of her vision took over, and she fell once more into the dark.

Daniel shook his head with worry, running to her sister's side once again. She would over exert herself, that's what she was like. She never took her own health into account when someone else was in danger; namely him.

"Sam! Sam, please wake up. Please don't leave me again," He shook her carefully, his eyes wide with panic and his cheeks wet with fresh tears. "Come on. Please."

With the gang of Purple Dragons defeated, the four green ninjas walked up behind the nine year old boy who knelt by his unconscious sister. They had empathic looks on their faces as they watched the young boy cry.

Daniel noticed that suddenly, the noise of battle had ceased, and he turned to see the four ninjas for the first time in full. They were giant green turtle creatures, each with a different coloured mask and weapon. He glared with worry at what they might do to him and his sister.

"What do you want with us? Who are you?" He asked bravely, his voice quivering as he quickly wiped his tear streaked face with his sleeve.

"It's okay kid, we're 'ere to help," the one in a red mask spoke, his voice gruff but gentle.

"Raph, they're human. We've helped. It's up to the NYPD now," said the blue masked turtle sternly.

That's when Daniel panicked again. Sammy always tried to avoid the cops wherever possible, due to all the questions they would ask about their family and their past. "Please Mr's; you can't call the cops on us. You got' a help my sis'. She's hurt bad… and… and…" That's when he burst into tears again. "I don't know what to do."

The orange clad turtle approached him, and smiled softly, kneeling down and putting a strangely comforting arm around him, "We're going to help you. Climb up. My name's Mikey, by the way. Battle nexus champ and Super hero extraordinaire."

Danny hesitated as the giant turtle, Mikey, told him to get on his shell. Glancing at his sister, he realised that there was no other choice, so climbed upon the turtles back and held tightly onto his shell.

The blue clad turtle sighed in defeat as he watched the young boy climb upon his brothers back, "Raph, get the girl. We're going home."

Daniel watched the turtle in red kneel down to his sister and pick her gently up in his arms without a word being said. He narrowed his eyes in slight suspicion and protective anxiety, but banished those feelings away. They were helping them after all. A thought suddenly occurred to him as they began to sped off into the night.

"Hey, do you guys know the Turtle Titan?" Daniel asked, and was met with three loud groans and an impish grin from the turtle whose back he was currently clinging onto.

"You have no idea, dude," Mikey replied.