Ok, it took me 2 hours of self-reassurance, 15 pep talks from friends and a weird dream but I've finally decided to make an OC. Is everybody happy? Well, this is really, well, actually I'm not sure what this is. When I can conclude anything I'll clue everyone in. Until then, enjoy the story.

Oh and THIS IS MY 50TH STORY! YAY! LET'S CELEBRATE!

I don't own TMNT.

The creature opened his eyes and stared forward, his vision momentarily clearing. His eyes reflected off of the glass prison he was trapped in. Two orbs with hues of dark onyx stared back at him as he lifted a weak hand towards the color, noticing the light green skin of his arm as it trembled against the wall. He couldn't remember, why he was where he was, but he knew what was outside, if only for this moment, because the arm was coming in, a long, metal rod with a needle inside the liquid filled cell. It stuck in his arm and then his vision grew dark. As he faded away, he slightly heard the top opening as the seal on the prison was broken and hissed as the oxygen rushed in.

When he next opened his eyes, he was blind. It didn't really surprise him. It had happened many times in the past, however long time had been. Then, he watched as scenes played in front of his eyes. His mind was foggy and he accepted, without clear understanding about the creatures he was forced to watch. His automatic memory had him searching for the correct term.

"Turtle," he decided.

Yes, they appeared to be, giant, walking, talking turtles, who knew the ancient art of nin-jutsu. When this word was formed in his throat, 'nin-jutsu' he felt a certain pride inside of him but he was told by his creator. They were the enemy, their enemies, his enemies. They would destroy him if given the chance. He had to learn to fight them, to protect himself, and his master. Once the video froze and faded into the blackness, the visor helmet covering the creature's head was removed and he found himself staring at his master.

"You will be performing a small act tomorrow night," his master said as the man stepped into the light of the small room.

A male, dressed in a black suit, with sunglasses on and a short haircut stepped towards his latest invention, "Very good," he mused in his head, "This one is growing, learning and thriving."

As the subject was knocked unconscious with sedatives, the man, known as Bishop, turned to the other three tubes in his lab. If he had had more emotion, perhaps he would've frowned but he only scowled. The DNA he had collected from those turtles from that battle with them so long ago had lead to cloning experiments. Unfortunately, cloning wasn't perfected as of yet. He pushed his scientists to the brink of their knowledge and beyond. He had taken all of that DNA and cloned them. Since DNA made a mistake once every 26 times, the clones were not perfect, some genes were left to chance while others matched their original perfectly. But as was recently said, cloning wasn't perfect. Donatello's clone was the first to perish. The growth of his brain was too rapid, causing bleeding before the clone could even develop a skeleton. Raphael's was next, his muscles grew too large when they began forming, the pressure on his heart was too much, it was crushed internally. Michelangelo's was the last to fail, his heart had been too small and had given out when the body needed it to start pumping blood.

Leonardo's was the only one to survive this long. It had grown rapidly thanks to the chemicals and enzymes being injected into it's body. Only, Leonardo's DNA had been the most difficult to work with. It had been full of holes and had to be repaired with the DNA of his brothers. Donatello's allele for yellowish olive-green skin became co-dominant with Leonardo's original allele for a shade of basic green, resulting in a pale, light green shade of skin on the clone. The muscle build-up had come from Raphael, causing the clone to become larger than even the eldest of the turtle team. Everything else was either so little that Bishop didn't care to keep an eye on it or didn't affect the clone's physical appearance.

"Sleep well," Bishop said as the turtle was slipped into the tube of red liquid once again, a breathing mask covering his face as the tube was sealed off.

It seemed that soon, the turtles would meet their match.

"Don, what is it?" Raph asked as the TMNT gathered around their genius brother who was typing away at one of his computers.

"Someone or something," Don said, "Activated a perimeter alarm in the 3rd west tunnel."

"Can you get a visual?" Leo asked.

"Maybe," Don murmured, "There!" he said, pointing at a figure in the shadows, "It seems to be looking for something."

"Is this another Foot trick?" Raph asked with a sneer.

"I doubt it," Leo said, "Even Foot ninja aren't that stealthy," he explained as the figure stepped silently over loose stones, water and random debris.

"The Elite maybe? They're better than the average Foot ninjas," Mikey suggested.

"Why would there only be one then?" Don asked the air, since he knew he wouldn't get a probable explanation from any of his brothers, "And why be this deep into the sewer system?"

"Well I say we go after him," Raph said, "I ain't paid them back yet for what they did."

Raph stared strait ahead, his mind traveling back to a certain night. Unconsciously, his hands started to shake as he grinded his teeth together. A hand on his shoulder broke him out of the trance. His eyes flew to the side and met the gaze of his worried older brother.

"You ok?" Leo asked.

"I'm fine Fearless," Raph said, shrugging off the hand.

Don shook his head, after Leo's ambush Raph's over protectiveness of Leo multiplied nearly ten-fold. Then, his attention was quickly diverted back to the screen when he saw a yellow flash.

"What was that?" Mikey asked, which one of their enemies wore yellow?

"Ok, definitely not the Elite," Don muttered before switching to a different camera.

Raph sighed in annoyance but let his shoulders drop in silent relief. If those Foot Elite assassins even thought of hurting Leo again he was going to behead all of them, end of story!

He kept going, his feet splashing in the water.

"That's far enough," his master said into the headset he was wearing, "Make your way back but don't backtrack, we can't have those mutants finding us."

"Yes Master," he replied obediently and chose a new path to travel by, eventually finding his way back to Bishop's lab.

"Ah excellent," Bishop said as his eyes flashed against the light.

The turtle clone stood before him as stout as any ninja. Bishop smiled and turned to an empty tube full of purple liquid. So he had to invite a few nin-jutsu specialists and borrow a bit of their minds to make the warrior before him possible, but with that chip on his head, Bishop was in control.

Of course, that's what the human thought. As the turtle was locked inside his new cell for the night he frowned and set his mind to work. Although much of his DNA was mixed with these turtles he knew, he had a bit of this Donatello's intelligence. He was a turtle as well, a mutant turtle. One important detail Bishop overlooked was the decision making part of his brain. Although his mind was a jumble of all those turtle's minds, his ethical reasoning was all four of them. His thoughts of what was right and what was wrong affected every action he took. He knew one thing at this point, he didn't like being confined in such a small area. The outside air was delicious and he wanted freedom. He never voiced this, for his master would use the power he had over him. He had to wait until the opportune moment to remove the device so he could be free.

He sat in one corner of the room and drew out the large sword he had been given by one of the nin-jutsu experts that his master had invited. The blade was one inch thick, four inches in width, gleamed beautifully in the moonlight when he went out on missions and was double the length of a normal katana. Very lately his master had him running through the sewers of New York City but he was still in the dark about his plan to destroy these turtles he despised. The small part of him that still felt like a child had a sneaky suspicion that when his master no longer needed him, he would be killed as well. He had been out at night but the words of, day, sunlight, shade and ice cream came to mind when he wondered what came after the dark sky.

"Shade," he whispered in a deep voice, recalling these day words.

He recalled letters within his built-up mind and drew them in the air with his sword. He pretended to wipe away the first letter, leaving hade. The words, experimentation and imagination came to his mind, although he wasn't sure why. He mentally began replacing the first letter, until he came up with something he decided he liked.

Thade.

Smiling, he sheathed his sword before removing the sword, sheath and sword strap, laying them beside him while he leaned against the cell's concrete wall. He quieted his mind and fell asleep to the silence surrounding him.

"What are they doing?" Mikey asked as three of the turtles gathered around Don's computer where he was replaying the videos of their latest guest in the sewers.

"I'm not sure, but they've managed to stay in the shadows all this time," Don said, using different programs to try to pull more from the videos and images, "All we've seen is a flash of yellow. All in all, it's unusual."

"Why are they here?" Leo asked out loud, "What's their purpose?"

"Maybe it's to tick off Raph," Mikey said, pointing to their hotheaded brother across the room, who was pounding away on his punching bag quite intensely, "If it is, they're doing a great job."

Don groaned, "No matter what I try I can't pull more than two simple facts from all these videos and pictures, whoever they are, they're a great ninja and wear yellow."

The purple masked turtle sighed and rested his tired head on his hand.

"Maybe you should get some rest Don, this has had you worked up ever since that figure has appeared in the sewers," Leo said, "In fact, you and Raph's worry has increased lately. You two are running yourselves ragged. You barely sleep, you both barely eat and Raph's managed to bust his punching bag 15 times in one day. Sorry, but you two are worrying me greatly."

Don sighed again, "Sorry Leo, it's just…well…"

"Go on," Leo encouraged as Mikey crossed the room, more than likely to annoy Raph.

Don turned around in his computer chair, "Well, this just makes me think of the last time there were Foot ninja in the sewers, and we all know what that lead to."

"Hey, I woke up," Leo insisted.

"It was over 200 miles Leo, and you wouldn't wake up."

Leo frowned at the look of pain on his younger brother's face and set a hand on Don's shoulder, "But all of you woke me up and if I remember correctly, it was you I heard first."

Don smiled softly, but the moment was broken by Mikey screaming, "HELP!"

"GET BACK HERE MIKEY!" Raph yelled, running after his youngest brother, the reason probably being the remains of a cake all over him.

"THAT WAS SOOOO WORTH THE TWO HOURS OF COOKING!" Mikey shouted as he ran past Don and Leo, who both stepped back to avoid being run over by Raph.

The level headed turtles shared a smile and then shook their heads as they heard their red masked brother finally catch Mikey.

"Excuse me, I have to keep Raph from killing Mikey," Leo said as he headed towards the screams of terror.

Don smiled in humor as he watched Leo pull Raph away from pounding their youngest brother. Then, Leo herded Raph into the dojo.

The most intelligent of the turtles sighed and turned back to his computer, once again going over the videos. His mind though, was still on the past. It was a simple outline really.

The Shredder sent an army of Foot ninja into the sewers.

The turtles hid out at their friend April's.

Leo went out on a training run one morning.

Leo was gone for hours, alone.

He came crashing in through the window that night.

He had been ambushed, and beaten.

A coma, was the result.

Don sighed again as his memory went on. After all, it wasn't Leo's only coma. Then they learned of the BattleNexus. The three youngest pressured Leo into going against their sensei's orders and followed him to the BattleNexus. When they arrived in the BattleNexus they were thrown into combat. Their opponents seemed impossible to defeat, but Leo figured out how to defeat them, at the cost of his katanas, once again. Then, they found their sensei only for the eldest to receive the classic, 'I'm very disappointed in you' speech from Splinter. Next thing, Leo stayed behind at the Pavilion of Past Champions, only to be ambushed.

Don frowned. If anything, that should've set off warning bells to them all. After all, it was only a few months before that he had been ambushed and almost died because of it.

"How could I have been so stupid?" Don thought as he glanced towards the TV as his younger brother turned on a video game.

Sounds of slicing metal came from the dojo, so Leo and Raph were probably sparring. Only this time, there were no harsh words being thrown. Of course, if Raph had the same thoughts as the purple masked genius then he doubted Raph would lose his temper any time soon.

Don turned towards the computer screen and used another program to enlighten the picture and video. When that failed, he kept trying different programs while his mind continued in it's previous thoughts.

After this ambush, that no one paid attention to, they were in the tournament and shamefully, Don had been the first turtle eliminated. He saw Leo battling Usagi and thought that their duel would never be over, the ninja turtle and samurai rabbit seemed matched in skill, speed and strength. Then, everything came to a grinding halt when Leo stumbled, dropped his repaired katanas and fell. Don's instant assumption was that the rabbit warrior had done something to Leo, so he jumped back into the arena with little regard to rules, spectators or anything. Usagi had been helping Leo up, but for all Don knew, he would hurt Leo further. He could still remember his first words to the rabbit, while the samurai helped Leo to his feet.

"Very well, but I suggest you allow me to accompany him to the Healer's Pavilion," Usagi said.

"And I suggest you get your hands off my brother!" Don yelled, his bo staff in his hands and ready to tear anything limb from limb if it got in his way of reaching his brother.

Don took his hands from the keyboard and just stared at the wood of the desk.

"Poison," he muttered.

"And a second coma," he mentally reminded himself.

He felt a slight feeling of rage building under his skin at the thoughts. Two comas! His 15 year old brother, only truly older by a few months, had been in two comas. How many people fell into two comas by the age of 15? More importantly, how many managed to get through them and remain alive? Don didn't need to look it up to know the odds, were nearly impossible.

Of course, his eldest brother was Hamato, Leonardo.

"That's an explanation in itself," he thought as he reached up and turned off the computer.

He decided to maybe grab a book, it was obvious he couldn't focus on his work here or any of his inventions. He chose a book at random from a bookshelf by his computer and sat down next to Mikey who was playing something that had to do with expelling fire from the character's hand. Soon he was engrossed in the book and he momentarily forgot the world around him until Mikey pulled him out of it.

"Donny, the dojo got quiet," he said, pausing his game, "Do you think they killed one another?"

"I highly doubt it Mikey," Don said, going back to reading.

Sometimes they sparred for awhile, then it got quiet. It just happened sometimes. Maybe they talked.

Don mentally laughed, those two didn't talk about anything they fought.

"Excellently preformed Raphael," Leo said with a smile as his immediate younger brother leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths.

"It's been awhile since I've heard anything like that from you," Raph said with narrowed eyes aimed at his older brother.

"You really are getting better though," Leo said with apologetic eyes.

Raph sighed, "Why do I have to do all this anyways?"

Leo opened his mouth to speak-

"Don't answer that," Raph said quickly, knowing he would get the 'speech' again.

He honestly thought that that certain speech would end after their sensei's passing a year ago. That was a year he would rather not relive under any circumstances. The thoughts of the past year flooded his mind but Raph pushed them harshly away.

Leo smiled and motioned for Raphael to join him in the meditation area. Normally, Raph would groan and complain like his usual self, but the way things had been changing, they had all changed as well. Leo became a little less bossy, Raph a little more patient, Don a little less isolated and Mikey a little bit more mature. Raph frowned at the last one and decided to reconstruct it. Mikey wasn't as annoying as he had been, but he was still annoying, the throwing of a cake on Raph's face about an hour ago was the proof. Once both turtles were settled within a ring of candles they began their meditation, their minds running through their memories. This was a time when they were both at peace. Oh yes, they still fought but found this one exercise, as an excuse to get along. Raph wondered for a moment what Mikey and Don thought when Leo herded him into the dojo and away from them like their sensei had done to Leo for many years. These special meetings and leadership training, Raph learned, were both similar and different to what he had imagined throughout the years.

Then, his mind traveled to why he was here in the first place. This new ninja in the sewers. Other ninja, had never been a good sign for them. Mentally, Raph listed them:

Foot ninja (Lead to too much trouble to think about)

Foot-tech ninja (Raph was captured by them plus they assisted in ambushing Leo)

Elite ninja (Injured Leo enough to kill him, also assisted in the ambush)

The Shredder himself (There wasn't a list long enough to write much less think of all the trouble he had caused them)

The Ultimate ninja (Let's see, he tried to kill Leo, he would've decapitated him with his swords, almost pushed him off a speeding truck, knocked him off of a bridge, tried to kill them all when he and Leo's fight was over, poisoned Leo, wanted to continually kill him for all time.)

Need the red masked turtle go on? Plain and simple. Ninja-never a good sign and Raph didn't like this new one any more than any of the previous ones.

"That's enough for now," Leo said through the haze between their minds.

Raph opened his eyes and got to his feet as did Leo and looked at the clock they had hanging on the wall. Wow, two hours and Raph had to admit, he felt a little less angry, not that he wasn't still angry.

"Feeling better?" Leo asked.

"About this new ninja? No. About Mikey's prank this morning? A bit."

"Well, it's progress," Leo said with a shrug, "Now don't forget about your session later tonight."

Raph sighed and Leo frowned, was he pushing his younger brother too hard?

"Sorry Raph, you don't have to get used to everything at once."

"I know, I still don't get why you chose me though. Donny would be a better option."

"In the area of intelligence, yes, Donny would be the ideal choice, but you're older, more highly skilled in nin-jutsu, more protective and just possess more qualities of a good leader than he does. Must I remind you that because of my leadership position, one day I might have to-"

"Put yourself between us and danger, and that because of that it could lead to your death, therefore the team would need someone to step up as the new leader and head of the family," Raph finished with a sigh, "I thought Master Splinter lectured that to us enough. Makes me wonder how many times he preached it to you."

"Almost daily," Leo muttered.

Raph sighed again and rubbed his aching neck, the muscles tight and uncomfortable.

"Another sparring session?" Leo asked with a smile.

Raph popped his neck and withdrew his sais, "Bring it on!"

They both smiled and leapt forward, their metal weapons clanking when they met and the friction causing a few sparks.

"Well," Raph said with a smirk, "If we're ever lost in the wilderness, we'll be able to start a fire."

Leo smiled and chuckled a bit before jumping back and avoiding the incoming sai aimed for his shoulder.

Ok, I haven't been seen for awhile, I know. CURSE WRITER'S BLOCK! And we've had a lot of storms over here that's been knocking out the electricity too, so…

Anyways, any thoughts on my OC?

I'm guessing that a lot of people predicted I would do the whole, create a female turtle/mutant/human and write a love story.

OH NO! I avoid romance in my life for a reason, both in reality and in my writing. No one can seem to make a movie anymore without a major romantic relationship in it, or even write a book without it. What happened to the days where violent cartoons were all we needed?

Oh well, I'm aiming for about 8 chapters maybe in this story. So make sure to tell me what you think. And if it somehow isn't clear, I'll speak this plainly. My OC is a male turtle named Thade, created from the turtles' DNA by Bishop, who he serves, at least he serves him for now. Thade uses a long single sword, is larger and technically older than the other four turtles, and wears a yellow mask.

Everyone got it?

Ok, in the next chapter:

"LEO! LOOK OUT!" Raph shouted, ready to rush forward to help his brother, but then the beam from above fell between them, the fire covering everything.

"LEO NO!" the younger turtle shouted.

"Raph we need to go, this place is going to explode!" Don said frantically as he and Mikey moved towards the exit.

"I'm not leaving without Leo!"

On the other side of the fire, Thade coughed and pushed aside the flaming boards that had covered him as a voice carried out over the smoke.

"LEO! WHERE ARE YOU! LEO!"

Thade took one step and a small moan escaped the pile of debris beneath him. He dropped down beside it and pulled at a grassy green form among the ash and broken wood. As the being was pulled into a full view, Thade felt a slight stinging on his skull. He reached up and brushed at the irritation, not noticing the computer chip falling onto the floor. When the smoke cleared momentarily the yellow masked swordsman glanced down at the sight of blue. The other turtle's eyes did not open and Thade's first thought shocked him stiff, as his turtle instincts came to mind. They were the same.

"My brother…"

Review please? I'd like throw a huge party for everyone if I could. ^_^ And yes, I now will be adding previews of upcoming chapters to the end of posted chapters.

~Moonsetta