TMNT: Shadows of Destiny Chapter 8

TMNT X OC
I DO NOT OWN TMNT, ONLY THE OC
ARTWORK BY ME
WARNING FOR VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE AND MATURE THEMES

I HAVE NO ILLUSTRATION FOR THIS CHAPTER SO ALL YOU RAPH FANGIRLS GET A STEAMY HOT PIC OF HIM AFTER A WORKOUT. ENJOY!!!!!
     
       Celeste watched in amusement as everyone ate their share of toast which was some of the best she had ever had in her life. Mikey had a rare talent for cooking and she couldn’t help but smile as he set about his task while singing a small tune to himself, a apron with the superman logo taught against his chest and waist, obviously a size or two too small for him but adorable non the less.
       Splinter had finally let her hand go so she could eat and listened intently as he asked them about their night and other casual topics the way a father would. Father was exactly what he was and he related to her the story of their origins, how he had found the baby turtles in the sewer crawling in glowing ooze and how they grew up to be the 20 something year old veteran ninjas they were now.
       The way they interacted was just like family and it reminded her of the family she left years ago. The feeling is nostalgia made her feel a mixture of comfort and also sadness. It must of showed on her face because Splinter touched her shoulder lightly, breaking her out of the trance she had fallen into.
       “Celeste, are you alright? Perhaps you are tired?”
       Celeste put on her best smile and stood up. “I really can’t stay any longer. Please don’t think me rude but I don’t want any of you to be in danger on account of me and frankly the less you know the better.”
       “Aw come on girl, you saw the way we whooped the pants of those nutwacks at the warehouse. You don’t have to worry about us.” Mikey smiled.
       “I know that you are all very capable and really…I trust you implicitly but I need to make sure that no trace of that shard remains and also I have to get in touch with the Doctor at the Smithsonian.”
       “If both the Foot, the Kraang and the Purple Dragons are involved then it is our business as well.” Leo said standing up.
       “You and your brothers have already done more than enough. Let me do this next part on my own in my own way.” She bowed slightly and headed towards the exit.
       Leo reached out and touched her lightly. “I know there is a lot you cant tell us but if you are ever in any sort of trouble please don’t hesitate to find us. We are always here.”
       “Do you always play the hero for damsels in distress?” She teased. “But I am no fool, I know good men…turtles when I see them.”
As she walked away she peeled back the white coat and let her magic materialize the same uniform she had worn the previous night before on her body. She stood there in seconds fully clothed in something from nothing. Her visor appeared in her hand and she put it to her face.
       “You’ll come back right? I can always make French toast for you.” Mikey smiled.
       “I have a feeling our paths will cross again on the battlefield.” She said and with an elegant wave of her hand, the air around the lair stirred and just as quickly as she appeared in their lives, she was gone. In her place dropped a small note of paper with a number on it. She had left her calling card.
       Leo picked it up and brought it to the table, trying to get back into the swing of normal life now that the biggest enigma of their lives had just entered and exited it.
       Splinter watched his son closely as they continued the remainder of breakfast.
       “Master….why did you just let her go? You didn’t even warn her to not tell anyone about us.” Leo inquired.
       “She won’t tell anyone, she has her secrets to keep to so she will respect our privacy so long as we respect hers.” Splinter said matter of factly.
       Leo stabbed at his piece of toast half heartedly. His mind was obviously in another place. Splinter could read him like an open book and knew he wanted to follow the girl.
       “Not all is as it seems though.” Splinter said enigmatically. “She is telling the truth as much as she can but there is something else amiss, something that she might think is too dangerous to share with us. When I touched her there were many things going through her mind and in her eyes….Well, when you looked at them what did you see?”
       “I suppose I saw power…beauty….serenity…..many things.”
       “But there was one more emotion there, one she tries to keep hidden from the world.
       “Fear?” Leo asked.
       Splinter shook his head. “No…Sadness.”
       There was a long silence between them. “If you meet her again, follow her. If the foot failed at killing her the first time they will for sure make another attempt. Keep her in your sights.”
       Leo nodded obediently but there was something about this whole situation and how splinter acted towards her that left him puzzled. He knew better than to push his father on the subject though. Splinter always revealed the answer in his own way and in his own time.