The Luck of the Irish

[Sage Ninja]

I am on winter break right now and I suddenly have some free time before going back for my spring semester and for some reason I just got the urge to write a fan-fic. I've never witten fan-fic before and I had I had started one about two or three semsters back and I got as far as the prologue before I had to stop. I suddenly got the urge to work on it again and have a little bit a of the first chapter done.

It is called "The Luck of the Irish" and it is a fan fic the centers around April (don't worry the turtles play a big part in it) without giving to much away on the plot I can tell you a few things that is happening in the first chapter. April does a story on coruption in City Hall and the mayor but Vernon steals her story from her on the air and she loses all creditablity. However for some strange reason everyone at channel six is angry with her and are taking Vernon's side. And for some reason Vernon's actions toward April seem to be more malicious and vindictive than usual. In first half of chapter one April deals with her coworkers cold behavior and confronts Vernon.

[Sage Ninja]

The Luck of the Irish

A snake in the Grass

April started up the stairs of channel six early the next day and entered the double doors. Despite the lack of sleep she felt strangely invigorated and everything thing around her seemed to be sharply defined. She looked around with new awareness and noticed a few channel six personal already there going about their business. A mixture of resentment and regret swelled in her at that moment. She had been angry the night before when Irma told her that everyone had been resenting her and felt betrayed. But now as she stood in the lobby watching every one, acting as they always did, she felt it hard to credit the ruthlessness Irma described in their feelings toward her.

A little spark of optimism lit April that maybe their attitude toward her wasn’t as bad as Irma thought. Last night April had been up in arms and was still seething this morning, resolved to rip apart the first person she saw. But now as she watched everyone she felt some of her militant intent wan. April still wasn’t happy with everyone, but she decided she would assess every ones attitude toward her before moving forward.

As April passed Murphy the security guard she nodded in his direction in greeting, pleased when he smiled warmly back in his customary manner; April felt vastly cheered by this, she and Murphy had always been exceptionally friendly with each other. She was glad that whatever poison had affected every one hadn’t touched him. She was about to approach him and give him a better greeting when a man bumped into her on his way to the elevator.

April paused expecting an “excuse me” or a “sorry” but the man just kept on going toward the elevator as though she wasn’t there.

April’s eyes widened at his rudeness, “uh, excuse me, could you hold the elevator?” April called out rushing forward.

The man looked right at her and stood as still as a pole as the elevator doors shut. He didn’t even try to keep the doors from closing!

April stood before the elevators with her mouth slightly parted; too dumbfounded to react, whilst the elevator light blinked as it ascended up the floors. From the corner of her eye she saw Murphy give her a pitying look, but instead of it reassuring her she felt a wave of shame that another had witnessed her getting snubbed.

April jabbed her finger on the “up” button, as she though wanted to punch a hole through the wall. April took a calming breath, ‘maybe his mind was on something else’ April thought. That was Lenny the meteorologist, and he was pretty well known for not being particularly observant. It was something of a joke at channel six that a three ring circus could be going on two yards away from him and he’d fail to notice. April hoped that was the case, since they normally had an amicable relationship. Though April had an uneasy feeling she was fishing for excuses.

April got off the elevator and smiled in greeting to the secretary on that floor; the woman turned her face away and pretended she was searching for some files on her desk. April’s smile froze and she felt her ears redden, ‘now that wasn’t an accident’ she thought, feeling her temper start to simmer. April continued down the hall and almost collided with Mr. Thomson.

“April! What are you doing loafing around for!?”

“I was just—“

“I need you to take these files to Vernon. Go—go—go!”

“Yes chief.”

The secretary at her desk snickered and April whipped her head in her direction, “is something funny, Renée?” She queried.

“April enough chit chat; go!” Burns motioned for her to hurry up, as if she were a child.

April grit her teeth in embarrassment as she heard the secretary snicker again, ‘Irma was right after all, my friends and coworkers have turned on me’ she thought in anger and hurt. ‘This is all Vernon’s fault, everyone thinks I’m loser because of what Vernon did to me’, April seethed. ‘Forget about them April‘, she reminded herself silently, ‘he’s the reason for all of this!’

April burst into Vernon’s office, “here are your lousy files Vernon!” she shouted. April stopped abruptly. His office was empty. April glanced around quickly; all his office furniture was gone.

“Vernon!” She called.

“I’m down here!”

April gnashed her teeth at the sound of his obnoxious voice. “Ooh, that Vernon” She said under her breathe.

April nearly had a conniption when she saw her office supplies piled outside her door. April ran into her office, “what’s going on here!” she shrieked. Vernon was sitting at her desk in her swivel chair with his feet up as two movers where setting up his things.

[Sage Ninja]

“Oh, hi April. Do you like it?” he queried airily. April rushed up to the desk and pulled him to his feet by his tie “just what do you think you’re doing in my office, Vernon?” She shook him.

“Temper, temper”, he chided as he slapped her hands away and straightened his tie. “Mr. Thomson gave me your office. As of today it’s mine. If you have a problem with it take it up with him,” he smirked in her face.

“Vernon…get your stuff out of my office” she enunciated each word.

“Do you have a hearing problem April? It’s mine now. Mr. Thomson said so”, he said in a child like “nya“ “nya“ sort of voice.

“Vernon, I‘m still a reporter here and this is my office—now get out!” she said shrilly.

Vernon gave her a condescending look, “not any more you’re not. For the next thirty days you’re on probation which means you won’t be doing anchor work. While the higher ups decide if they want to keep you or not you’ll be acting as my assistant. When your thirty days are up and they’ve decided they want to keep you then you’ll get to be a reporter again—“ he snorted “—you should thank me really, I was the one that talked them into giving you probation instead of just firing you.”

“I’m—your assistant?! Like heck I am!” she shrieked.

“Believe it. And you better be nice to me while you are. Or I can give them the word to fire you.”

As the last of the movers left the room April grabbed Vernon’s shirt, “Vernon! You’re lower than Shredder and Krang. I don’t know how you stole my story but if you think I’m going to let you get away with this you’re dead wrong! When I figure out how you did it and who helped you, I’m going to bury you!”

Vernon smiled slowly, “you’re never going to figure it out, and you can’t prove a thing,” he taunted.

April’s mouth opened in astonishment, this was the first time Vernon ever openly acknowledged what he did. She had confronted Vernon several times over the past week alone and in front of others. And even though both of them knew what he did he had always played dumb and beat around the bush in a taunting sort of way without admitting his guilt to her face.

April found her voice and narrowed her eyes at his audacity, “don’t be so sure of that Vernon. Everyone screws up. And when you do you’ll be out of here!” Vernon snorted and pushed her away from him, “oh, April it’s very different this time, this is way bigger than you. Trust me.”

April put her hands on her hips and considered him for a moment, “what do you mean by ‘it’s bigger than me’?” April asked unable to credit his mettle. He’s never had this kind of self assuredness before and it made her very suspicious.

“Nothing…I’ve beaten you April just get used to it. Now stop making unnecessary threats before you get fired.” April leaned forward and tapped him on the chest, “you just wait till the turtles come back from upstate Vernon. Then you’ll lose that tough guy attitude.”

Instead of wiping the smile off his face like she expected Vernon’s eyes flashed and his grin widened, “You do that April, go ahead. It’ll just incriminate you more and get more people at channel six on my side. They’re already wise to your little tricks and they no longer appreciate it.”

April had to resist the urge to punch Vernon in the face, “just what is that supposed to mean? Everyone has been acting cold toward me lately, why is that?” Vernon wagged a finger at her, “I’ll just let you find out for yourself. I’m just warning you that most everyone is not pleased with you right now and will take my side over yours.”

At that moment one of the movers came back and deposited a small, covered piece of furniture in the corner of the room and left. April decided that what Vernon was trying to do was bait her so she would lose her temper and get herself fired. And if that happened she would never be able to vindicate herself. Confronting Vernon head on right now wasn‘t gaining her anything and only giving him the opportunity to lord it over her; she decided to just accept it for now.

“And just where is my office supposed to be now Vernon? Am I supposed to take your old office?” She asked changing the subject. Vernon seemed happy to oblige, “my old office? No. Lenny the meteorologist is getting my old office.” April frowned, getting a foreboding feeling, “then where’s my office going to be?”

Vernon snorted, “Silly! Assistants don’t get offices—you’ll stay right here with me! But don‘t worry I haven‘t forgotten about you.” He went to the corner of the room where the movers had placed the last piece of furniture and pulled off the drape with a flourish.

“This is where you’ll be working.”

April’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. It was an elementary school desk! Complete with an attached plastic and metal framed chair and drop down bubble cubby compartment to put school papers in. April felt her mouth go dry as she gapped at it in horror; the thing looked too small for her to fit her long legs in.

Vernon slapped the desk top, “well here’s your new desk, why don’t you try it out? Now that that’s taken care of why don’t you hand me those files Burns told you to give to me. Oh and why don’t you go get me some coff—“

Vernon didn’t get to finish his sentence. With an enraged howl April tackled him into the desk, flipping them both over it and onto the floor with a crash and flurry of papers.

[Sage Ninja]

I hope this is seems a litte bit interesting and isn't too confusing for for everyone. I could post the prologue which would show the exact circumstances that occured leading up to April anger and Vernon stealing her story. This also kind of rough, I wrote this much in two days. This fic has a some what complex storyline that gets triggered due to Vernon stealing her story. I also kind of play devil's advocate a little bit with Vernon there is a reason for his what he does and his resentment. Please eveyone tell me what you think.

[†Dr.Killpatients†]

Did Vernon find a four-leaf clover?

[MikeandRaph87]

Great work! Fan-ficition can be flustrating and fun as a writer. Are you going for a '87 series feel or trying to grab from mutliple incarnations to get an alagam feel.

Also,goog luck with school. One more semester for me!

[Bad Guys Lover]

Great work so far! Please continue, I want to see what happens next! And I surely do hope April`s going to kick Vernon`s ass, or something like that... :evilgrin:

Also, the prologue would be nice. Keep up the good work! ;)

[Sage Ninja]

Are you going for a '87 series feel or trying to grab from mutliple incarnations to get an alagam feel.

This is all set in the classic toon universe. I am trying to keep this as true to the feel of the classic series as I can so that it has a more organic feel to it, but with hopefully a more serious edge to it than the cartoon series. I think the best way to write fan-fic in universe is to write it as though it were an actual episode or story arc of the series. So that means they'll be no swearing or explicitly sexual content, except for maybe some innuendo perhaps of slightly more stronger nature than what was used in the show.

Did Vernon find a four-leaf clover?

No Vernon did not use a four-leaf clover, actually without giving too much away, Vernon is being "manipulated" in way, and there is something much bigger going on than what Vernon has done to April. Actually I am very much thinking of changing the title since "The Luck of the Irish" does not really fit with my story anymore, although the "Irish" in the story plays a very big part on all this.

Great work so far! Please continue, I want to see what happens next! And I surely do hope April`s going to kick Vernon`s ass, or something like that...

lets just say that Vernon won't have April's number for very much longer, you know how tensious April can be.

[Sage Ninja]

Also, the prologue would be nice. Keep up the good work! ;)

here is the prologue to the story. It will show exactly what happened between April and Vernon and give more back ground on the "bigger" picture of the over-all story. But really I wrote it purposely vague so as not to give to much away. This is really only the tip of the ice-berg, I hope you enjoy. I am almost finished with the rest of chapter one and I'll post that soon.

Prologue
April’s Unlucky Days

April pulled the news van into a parking spot and tiredly turned off the van. She groaned as she leaned her head on the steering wheel for a moment before dragging herself out of the vehicle. Bumping the door shut with her butt she staggered to the entrance to her apartment building, dragging her feet the whole way. She shifted the over flowing reports in her arms before the pages could come spilling out from the bottom as she fumbled with her card key.

April was dead on her feet after working a 17 hour work day running willy nilly all over the city covering story after story at the behest of her boss Burns Thomson and getting chewed out by him in between broad casts. He had threatened to fire her on average three times a day all week long, a new record for her boss who managed to only threaten termination once or twice a week normally.

The reason he had been on her case so harshly lately was because a week ago had been sweeps week, something April hated with a passion. That was just the beginning of all of April’s problems. It wasn’t her fault really, Shredder and Krang had been keeping to themselves lately and none of the turtle’s usual enemies had felt inclined to cause trouble, so her usual action busting turtle stories hadn’t been at hand to give her the extra edge…much to April’s ire.

It hadn’t been much of a problem though because she was able to uncover some shady deeds going on at City Hall and she had gotten some interviews from some insiders on the misdeeds of the mayor using tax payer’s money in several unethical ways and transactions including illegal import.

By the time April was done she had a well researched story on the dishonesty going on at city hall, complete with interviews, photos, and film to back up her story. It was a juicy story that would have shot the ratings of channel six through the roof. Unfortunately for her, things didn’t play out the way she had hoped. She couldn’t help but keep her story a secret to everyone in the office so that it could make the biggest possible impact. Right before broad cast she had assured her boss that she had a scoop that would rock the city off its axis.

And that was just when her humiliation began.

She had gone on the air and given a dramatic introduction of “news so shocking it would shake the foundation of the city”. Stupidly omitting what the content of her story was about to add suspense—planning to expound after her footage started rolling, when instead of the artfully edited opening to her story, a title in dramatically big letters reading THE EPIDEMIC OF MUSTARD GAS, played across the screen!

At first April thought that the crew had accidentally put in the wrong film, but to April’s increasing horror she realized that the footage playing across the screen was an old mock documentary she had done on mustard gas back when she was still in college as a practice piece. Shocked speechless she watched as footage on mustard gas played for the viewers at home, with her voice in the back ground energetically commenting on the subject. None of the details where even accurate!

Before April could get her bearings her piece was yanked off the air and a “we are having technical difficulties” sign was placed up for the viewers. Burn’s stormed in and shouted for her to get into his office.

“What in the blue blazes was that April O’Neil”!

“M-Mr. Thomson I—I don’t know—“

“Is that what you call earth shattering news April? Mustard Gas”!!! He slammed his hand on his desk hard enough to tip some pictures over.

“Chief, I don’t know what happened, that’s not the story I was going to broadcast! Something must’ve goofed in the video room”

“You’re darn tootin’ something goofed up—you! That was your voice talking about mustard gas April, you can’t say you didn’t make that documentary. What an unprofessional load of slop—“!

“Mr. Thomson!”

“—you’ve single handedly tarnished the integrity of this station! Is that the sort of story that would “shake the city off its axis”? None of your information was even true!” Burns threw himself in his chair and scrubbed his face hard in consternation before continuing his vilification.

“Mustard Gas coming from hotdogs! HOTDOGS! I sure hope no war veterans where watching! Do you wanna be out of a job!?”

Before April could defend herself a crew member poked his head into in the door of the office, “we’re going back on the air Mr. Thomson, what do you want us to do?”

Red faced, Burns glared at the man for a moment before barking out, “Put Vernon on, we can’t run commercials forever.” He shot April a seething look as he rose from his desk, “I’ll deal with you later missy” he muttered as he pushed passed her and rushed down the hall. April anxiously followed him trying to explain herself, still confused about what had gone wrong with her story when she caught sight of what Vernon was talking about.

Corruption in City hall? What?!

April watched in astonishment as Vernon began talking about the goings on in City hall.

Perhaps April was a little punch drunk or her brain was still numb from Burns berating, because for a mystified moment she thought Vernon had somehow investigated the same story as she had and gotten the same footage, but it quickly dawned on her what had happened.

Vernon had somehow switched her tapes and stolen her story from her! He had gotten a hold of all her materials somehow and dubbed over her voice during the interviews with his own, even splicing in images of himself in scenes where she had been!

If there was ever a time where April had murder in her heart it was at that moment. She had shrieked at Mr. Thomson that it was her story, but he emphatically told her to pipe down. When she still tried to assert it was her story Burns just talked over her commenting on how juicy Vernon’s story was. Stupefied, April stood open mouthed and watched Vernon told her story. At one point their eyes met and Vernon gave her a triumphant smirk.

That did it for April.

In her frustration, April nearly rushed the stage to strangle Vernon as he rattled off on the details on her city hall report. Burns ordered some crew members to remove her from the broadcast room.

The events after that where a peculiar mixture of fuzziness and vivid clarity for April, maybe her brain did her a favor and suppressed some of the agonizing time she spent in a torment of her own anger in her office. She wasn’t so lucky with remembering all the accolades Vernon received from Burns for his story on city hall.

That she recalled in torturous detail.

And how Burns praised him to high heavens, since his—April’s story, put channel six at the top over all the other news stations in the city; channel six received many perks for the city breaking news. Predictably, the City Hall story was the hit of the station and ratings for channel six where through the roof, and it had the desired effect on the city. The city was all a buzz over the news and it brought the wrath of the people down on the heads of the mayor and his cohorts. It was the hottest topic in the city and over the course of a week more investigation had developed and other stations was capitalizing on the subject.

April had tried to prove that it was really her story and that she had been set up, but she couldn’t prove anything. Vernon had covered every base and she couldn’t prove a thing; she even tried confronting Vernon in front of Burns but he innocently denied everything and smugly rubbed it in her face that she couldn’t come up with a better story than mustard gas. Burns Thomson wanted to fire her on the spot but in an act to further sanctify him, he “graciously” talked Burns out of it on her behalf.

This put April exactly in the predicament she was in right now. Because of the entire ruckus the city hall story caused the mayor’s misdeeds were publicly being exposed and Vernon was assigned to cover.

Vernon got to interview the actual perpetrators while she was doing the minor (and numerous) side coverage of the arrests. This meant she had to be on call at any hour to cover them as they happened. April had barely gotten any sleep that week and Burns was making an active attempt to make her life miserable by hounding her the whole time.

[Sage Ninja]

And here she was returning from another petty arrest story at 1:30 in the morning.

April stumbled passed the apartment security guard as she made her way to the elevators, as he called out a cheerful greeting to her. April just grunted in response as she got on the elevator, leaving the security guard to stare after her.

“Hi April”

April barely heard the soft greeting as she turned the key to her apartment door. April cast bleary eyes at the person. “Oh hello Irma, what are you still doing up? April asked in an exhaustion thickened voice as she entered her apartment. Irma followed her in and closed the door, “I was waiting up for you” she frowned “you look exhausted,” she remarked.

Ignoring Irma’s observation April deposited the burden in her arms on her glass coffee table and perched on the edge of her sofa, “oh Irma you didn’t have to do that” April said gratefully as she straightened the reports on the table.

Irma sat beside her “I wanted to, I’ve been pretty worried about you this week. Burns is really running you ragged.” April didn’t say anything, and Irma sighed. “I feel really bad about not being around when everything happened to you last week. Had I been there I know between the two of us we could have coerced Vernon into spilling his guts on ripping off your story.”

Irma exhaled agitatedly and stood up and clenched her hands into tiny fists, “Vernon! That no good scum bucket! It makes me so mad that he would do such a despicable thing! I mean Vernon has always been a jerk and has tried to scoop you on your stories before, but this was just low even for him! Why, I can’t believe he was even capable of pulling off something like that.”

Irma turned to April her cheeks pink with indignation “I can’t believe that tightwad Burns could honestly believe that a moron like Vernon could actually be the one who put together such a thorough report on something as complicated as what happened at city hall.”

April’s listless posture suddenly became vibrant as a familiar anger jolted through her; her eyes snapped “I can’t believe it either! You know what Irma? I’m starting to think that Burns kind of knows that Vernon didn’t really do that story but doesn’t care because it put channel six high up on the news totem pole—and to heck with the details of who did it!”

April stood and started pacing back and forth irritably, “I just don’t get it!” she cried “I’ve been over and over it in my head and I just can’t figure out how Vernon did it Irma,” April exhaled heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose “I just can’t figure it out” she muttered. “Vernon normally isn’t this thorough…any other time he’s tried to rip me off he’s been sloppy and I can turn the tables on him like that”—April snapped her fingers to demonstrate—“but this time, I can’t even prove that he did anything,”

Irma frowned, “maybe he’s just gotten sneakier April. Vernon’s a smelly rat and he’s spent most of his time at channel six trying to top you” Irma snorted “it doesn’t surprise me that he’s gotten better over the years at being a total sleaze”.

April narrowed her eyes and ran her thumb over her mouth in concentration “no…I don’t think that’s it. Not that I don’t think that Vern’s become a bigger sleaze over the years, but I checked my footage before going home the night before and everything was intact. He wouldn’t have had time to dub his voice over mine and splice images of himself in the film in one night.”

“Who says he couldn’t?” Irma asked

April exhaled shortly “Irma my story was completely intact when I left channel six the night before, there’s no way he would have been able to do everything he did in one night.” April threw herself down unceremoniously on the couch next to Irma and moaned.

Irma thought a minute “maybe he had help” she suggested. April nodded “I thought about it—but who would want to hurt me? Everybody likes me at channel six.” Irma looked up at April then averted her eyes tellingly.

April straightened “right Irma?”

Irma fidgeted in her seat and suddenly became engrossingly interested in the drapes across the room. April grabbed her hand, “Irma” April said in a low urgent voice, “what aren’t you telling me!?”

Irma looked back at April reluctantly “well I didn’t want to hurt your feelings but some of the people in the office got offended with your secretive attitude about your story and how great it was going to be…and…they thought you were getting a swelled head.”

April’s mouth dropped open but Irma continued, “you didn’t want to tell anyone and didn’t even let any of the channel six personal help put your story together” April became still as a slow heat climbed up her body from the soles of her feet.

“What…” she said in a husky voice.

Irma continued somberly “I know you don’t want to hear this—especially now, but, if you had let others know what you where working on and had the channel six staff edit your work for you, you would’ve at least had witnesses to back up that City Hall story was yours and not Vernon’s” Irma finished with brutal honesty. “As it is, no one really feels sorry for you and they think your story back firing—“Irma cut herself off abruptly when she noticed April’s expression.

Irma swallowed thickly, “was karma” she squeaked.

Irma normally considered April to be a very attractive woman, but with the delicate veins throbbing noticeably on her temples and her nostrils flaring and her flushed faced cheeks contrasting with her orange-red hair, April looked far from pretty. Irma shrank into the cushions of the sofa. “Of—of course that’s just what I’ve heard around the office” she said meekly.

April exhaled, “you mean to tell me that people at channel six think I deserved this?” Her voice shook.

“Well…yes” Irma said weakly, silently berating herself for bringing it up.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” April demanded.

“Because you where already miserable, I didn’t think you needed the extra grief on top of everything else—I was just looking out for you” Irma declared defensively.

April shook her head incredulous, “those petty, two-faced…” April began quietly “How dare them!” April’s eyes snapped. “What a bunch of backstabbers!” April raged ‘’I don’t care if they thought I was being too secretive with my story. Who I decide to share before broadcast is my business.’’

April through herself back and slapped her forehead, “I can’t believe people that I have worked alongside with for over two years would be as vindictive and unsympathetic as that!”

April raked her fingers through her hair in agitation, “I don’t get this. Their attitude completely floors me Irma—it doesn’t make sense. I’ve never sensed this kind of animosity from them before!?”

Irma frowned, “every one tends to be quite around me, since they know I’m a close friend of yours, so I can’t say how long this has been going on. But from what I can gather everyone at channel six seems to think that you aren’t…being…honest--or something…with your stories…” Irma trailed off helplessly.

April sat up, “what? Would do you mean by that?”

Irma shrugged “Like I said, everyone tends to shut up when I’m around.”

April clenched a shaking fist, “I’m going to get to the bottom of this Irma. I don’t know what the heck is going on right under my nose at work, but I’m going to stop this.” Irma patted April’s shoulder “I sure wish the turtles where here, you can always count on them, especially Donatello, he could figure out this mess. When will they come back?” Irma asked

A few days before her broadcast Splinter took the turtles upstate for field training leaving April without their support; she didn’t have the heart to call them up on the turtle com and unload her problems on them.

“I have no idea when they’ll be back” April took a fortifying breath and decided to focus on the practical “Tomorrow I’m going to find out what the deal is with everyone at work!” April swallowed, “I have a long day tomorrow, I’m gonna need your help Irma, with Vernon and Burns running me ragged I’ll need another pair of eyes and hands to figure this out.”

“April, what will you do if someone at channel six helped Vernon steal your story?” Irma asked somberly. April’s eyes flashed. Irma regarded her warily, “maybe I better not ask. Don’t worry April, I’ll help you out as much as I can.”

April was about to hug Irma in thanks when she noticed the clock on the wall beyond Irma’s shoulder and shrieked. “Its 2:38! I gotta get to bed. I have to be in the office by 7:30!” April started pushing Irma toward the door “We’ll talk about this tomorrow, I’ll see you then!” April shut the door before Irma could even say good night, and made her way to her bedroom with a new resolve. ‘I’m going to find out how Vernon stole my story and who helped him’ she thought kicking off her boots ‘April O’Neil isn’t going to roll over and die this easily.’

As April mulled over the possibilities and resolved to redouble her efforts to vindicate herself, she didn’t notice a dark figure crouched on the fire escape outside her bedroom window peering in at her as she readied herself for bed. The figure shrank into the shadows of the fire escape as April passed her window and slipped under the covers of her bed. The figure watched her for several moments before jumping down from his perch and running off into the night.

[Bad Guys Lover]

I love the prologue! Aww, poor April... That no good jerk Vernon! :x I`m starting to think that maybe Shredder has something to do with the whole thing. That dark figure outside her window was highly suspicious...

It was awesome! Keep it up!

[Original TMNT Cartoon Fan]

So that means they'll be no swearing or explicitly sexual content, except for maybe some innuendo perhaps of slightly more stronger nature than what was used in the show.

Thank You Very Much! I love TMNT fanfiction based on the 1987 cartoon.
*You want sex? = Read porno magazines instead of TMNT.
*You want darker TMNT stories? = No wrong with that, but that's more for Mirage-Image, Archie or the 2003 cartoon. Archie's no problem to get attention, the comics are well-known.

And please don't spoil us about who's behind. I want to read and find out. But can you tell us wich season it is? Even if Shreder's behind or not, I'm always interested in that for Technodrome location.

[MikeandRaph87]

This is all set in the classic toon universe. I am trying to keep this as true to the feel of the classic series as I can so that it has a more organic feel to it, but with hopefully a more serious edge to it than the cartoon series. I think the best way to write fan-fic in universe is to write it as though it were an actual episode or story arc of the series. So that means they'll be no swearing or explicitly sexual content, except for maybe some innuendo perhaps of slightly more stronger nature than what was used in the show.

That is the type of fan-fiction I have done in the past a 1987 series universe and style more of the season 7/8 feel that is slightly darker and jokes a little more mature. Perfect in what I like in fan-fiction. I admit though I never thought about giving Vernon/Burn/Irma more than a supporting role. Kudos on that! Unexplored avenues for sure!

[Original TMNT Cartoon Fan]

Cant't wait for the story continuing and being completed. :)