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The Basketball Game

Everything happens for a reason, right?...

Well... that's what you kept telling yourself anyway. Sometimes it was the only thought that kept you going. Kept you fighting each and every day.

New York City. A place where dreams came true and nothing but greatness happens. That was what you believed in. The fantasy which inspired you to just leave your old life behind. Abandon everything you knew, and move to the wondrous city of lights. But that was your downfall, the lights and hype of New York blinded you. Only to hit you hard without mercy...

The streets were a harsh and cruel place to live. Making ends meet seemed impossible, but you couldn't go back to your old life. You wouldn't go back to your old life! Return to that thankless, dead-end job? Surround yourself with people who called themselves 'friends?'

No! Hell no! You were here and you swore to make something of yourself! The daily struggles of the streets may been getting tougher than usual lately. And keeping your positivity alive may be getting harder. But you've called the streets of New York 'home' for over a year now. And tonight, was the night where everything changed...

Content: Mild coarse language. Reader meeting TMNT for the first time.

Alright! Almost there. Damn! I knew I shouldn't of taken time to help Jason organizing his crap.

Squeezing your body through the vents of Madison Square Gardens. The cheering and rhythm of the crowd could be heard below you, as you found an exit and climbed onto a hidden runway. The atmosphere was buzzing with anticipation, you could feel it- even all the way up here!

"Whooo! Yeah guys! We made it just in time!"

An unfamiliar voice echoed, as you approached the safety hatch which lead to the Jumbotron. You paused for a moment, mainly to catch your breath but also being cautious to whomever found your hiding spot.

An airhorn drowned out the crowd, and more cheering voices came from the hatch.

"Alright! When I say 'go!', you say 'Nicks!'"

"Go!"

"Nicks!"

"Go!"

"Nicks!"

"Great..." your muttering voice grumbled. "Not only have I missed the start of the game, but there's some strangers in my spot." A heavy sigh left you, as you leaned over the metal railings of the hidden runway. Placing an elbow upon the railing, as you rested your chin in your palm.

"Shoot it! Shoot the ball!"

"Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!"

The sound of an airhorn signaled the first store of the night. And from the cheering of strangers below you, it was from the New York Nicks. As you went to turn away, the scent of fresh pizza filled your lungs. Causing your stomach to rumble and your mouth to water.

It's been ages since you've had anything decent to eat.

If there's people hiding in the Jumbotron. Then... really they're not 'supposed to be' here.... A smile formed upon your lips. No harm, no foul I guess. Plus, there's pizza. How could I say 'no' to that?...

Slowly and carefully climbing over the railings, and shuffling down the metal support beams, as you made your way through the safety hatch.

"Oh guys! Could it be any better than this?"

"Yeah bro! I wanna be down there!-"

"Sit your ugly self down there, you'll get people running for their lives."

A chuckle almost broke your concentration.

"Haha, na you see me? I look good bro-"

"Hey! Hey! We've got the best seats in the house! Anyone could sit down there!-"

"Whoa!"

Losing your footing, your grip slipped from a bar. Causing you to tumble down and land on a metal platform with a heavy thud. Pain trembled throughout your back, and your face winced from the hurt. You could feel multiple gazes lock onto you, the strangers holding their breaths.

"What the fuck?-"

"Where did she come from?-"

"That was quite a fall..."

Their panicky tones drowned out your grumbling and groaning voice. In the midst of their whispered shouts, you felt a large hand carefully cradle the small of your back. As one of the strangers helped you upright.

"Are you alright, Miss...?" their concerned voice hinted a small hidden fear within their tone.

"Ye-Yeah..." you muttered, "sorry to give... you... a... fright..."

Your voice trailed off into silence as you gazed up at the individual who held you. With wide eyes and shock flashing across your features, your whole body stiffened as your gaze fell upon blue eyes. Who equally gazed at you with a worrisome gaze, behind a blue mask.

Your eyes trailed from their gaze onto green, scaly skin which covered their features and down to the rest of their body. The straps across their chest draw your eyes to their plastron, as the rest of your senses awakened. You realized your whole body was in their strong arms.

"Now what Leo?"

You turned your head, only for your eyes to widen more, as your gaze fell onto three more strange green creatures. A scream begun to bubble in your chest and creep up your throat. The blue clad felt your muscles stiffen, as you pulled your limbs closer to your chest.

"Oh shit..." his voice mumbled.

"She's gonna scream!" a gritty voice grumbled from the largest, muscular one.

"She's gonna give us away!" the panicky tone slipped out of the slimmer build creature. Large round glasses magnified their worried gaze.

"We'll give you pizza!"

Just as your mouth opened, it was immedictly silenced as the orange clad held out a pizza box towards you. A almost complete cheesy pizza presented itself to you, while the missing slice remained in the orange clad's hand. The steam of freshed goodness filled your lungs, bringing you back to reality.

The mixture of scared, concern and hopeful expression across their faces, simply just gazed at you in silence. As you carefully took a lose slice from the box, and bringing it to your lips. Their heavy sighs of relief filled the air, as you melted into the warmth and delicious taste of the slice.

The blue clad terrapin carefully sat you down, allowing your legs to dangle off the ledge. A warm yet unsure smile came to his lips, as he introduced himself.

"I'm Leo... and these are my brothers Raph, Donnie, and Mickey."

"What...? What are you doing here?" although you found your voice. It couldn't hide it's shaky tone.

"Us? What are you doing here?" Raphael's grunty voice challenged. As though he was pointing out the obvious, of as to why they were hiding.

You bit your bottom lip as you hesitated before speaking. Slightly rubbing the back of your neck in discomfort, as you weakly smiled. "I-I... rather not say anything."

Before Raphael could pry for more of an detailed answer, Donatello quickly cut him off. "That's fair. Could we at least have your name?"

"Y/N..."

"Beautiful... And Y/N, we promise not to say anything- you didn't see us, and we didn't see you. Alright?"

You returned his warm smile, answering the purple terrapin with a speechless nod...

At half time, the lights dimmed down to release a small amount of darkness. As the screens of the Jumbotron lit up the stadium, as well as inside where you sat with the brothers.

"Ladies and gentlemen. One year ago, a shadow fell over our city."

You curiously watched the terrapin's get onto their feet as they looked around. Listening to the voice that echoed over the P.A system.

"New York was under siege by the notorious villain-Shredder. Along with his army of the Foot Clan. Shredder ruled our streets. Until one day, from out of the shadows, there shined a glimmer of hope. He was just a humble cameraman, but when danger struck the heart of our city, he single handedly battled the Shredder!"

You raised an eyebrow, taking a quick pause of eating the last couple of mouthfuls of your pizza slice. As the build up of speech continued.

"Locking the villian up behind bars! And now! Please turn your attention to the Sports Side, as we meet the man who earlier this week received The Key to the City. Please welcome! Fern the Falcon!"

From above you watched the 'hero of the city' leave his seat from the side of the court, waving to the cheering crowd. As he approached the female reporter, with mic in hand, she prepared her first set of questions.

"Fern. Tell the fans how a regular New Yorker like yourself. Who single-handedly hunt Shredder down, and bring him to justice."

He smiled, "well truth is, Jill. I actually had help from a couple of friends."

Michelangelo pulled an excited grin, as he tried to contain his bubbly attitude. "Oh no way! He's gonna give us a shout out! Wait for it!"

"Thunder and Lightning!"

The terrapin brothers sighed, as Fern showed off his small biceps and kissed them through the sleeves of his leather jacket. You looked up at Michelangelo, seeing the disappointment but also hurt flash across his green features.

"Am I missing something?" You asked, finishing your pizza and wiping the grease off onto your jeans.

Donatello looked up at his older brother in blue, as Raphael let out a grunty huff and crossing his arms.

"Believe it or not, Toots. But we saved the city."

You let out a chuckle, but your voice soon faded back into silence as Raphael shot you a dirty look. Leonardo rolled his eyes, placing his hand on his waist, while the others groaned. His blue gaze met yours, as you shuffled closer to him, when he finally sat beside you again. A small sigh left his mouth, after a slight hesitation before speaking.

"Let's just say... We know Fern quite well, and it wasn't 'just him' around when Shredder ran amuck. For 'reasons' us four, couldn't really take the credit for bringing Shredder down. Therefore Fern is simply sticking to the arrangement we had with him."

"Yeah well. This 'arrangement' has us living the rest of our lives in the 'nose bleeds.'"

Your heart could feel the stuttle hurt in Raphael's voice. You tried to give him your best smile, in an attempt to comfort him.

I know what it's like to sit on the sidelines...

Although he saw your smile, Raphael quickly turned his attention away from you. And shifted onto his youngest brother, who took a mini straw out of Donatello's backpack. You watched curiously has he perched himself behind Michelangelo, watching over his brother's shoulder, as the orange clad lined up a shot.

Before you could ask what they were planning, a surprised expression came to your face as you witnessed the terrapin, land a spitball on Fern's cheek. You placed a hand over your mouth, attempting to hide your smile from Michelangelo, as he passed the straw onto Raphael.

Fern quickly lost himself and begun to look around, as the spitball landed on his cheek. Pure confusion expressed on his features, knocking the cocky attitude off his face. You tried to keep your chuckles down, as the brother's cheered Michelangelo's shot.

As Fern tried to compose himself, and continue with his 'heroic' speech. Raphael placed the straw to his lips, preparing his silva for a good shot. The terrapin's cheers only got louder as the red clad's spitball marked Fern's face. Laughter bubbled to the surface of your chest, and giggles escaped your mouth. As the brother's danced around you, flapping their arms and mimicking bird-like noises. As Fern quickly shuffled back to his seat on the side of the basketball court, the spitball's still on his face.

At the sound of the airhorn, the basketball game was resumed. Losing yourself to the enjoyment of the game, your voice joined in with the brother's as they chanted the word, 'defence.' Looking up at Michelangelo, whom was enjoying the second last slice of pizza. Your eyes widened, as he held the box out in the open, it slowly begun to tilt at an angle that the last slice begun to slid down.

Holding your breath, you tried to reach out for the box to balance it.

"Mickey!-"

"Y/N! Watch out!"

But it was too late. Michelangelo's face exclaimed in silent horror as his eyes watched the last slice fall out of the box, and down onto the court below. Leonardo quickly grabbed your hips and pulled you into his chest, saving you from following the pizza's fall. The terrapin pulled you closer to him, your chest pressing against his plastron as you sat in his lap. The others hid in the corners of the metal landing inside the Jumbotron, as you heard one of the players from the Nicks team slip up on the pizza slice.

"Damn it, Mickey!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sure we can still come up here for the next game."

You looked up at Leonardo, his heavy sigh brushing against your cheek. His blue eyes looked down at your soft features, "I suppose we need to call it a night. Wanna lift home?"

You returned his warm smile. "Sure..."

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