You didn't even know you could do something like this.

You had superpowers... but you didn't know it. You didn't feel it, you didn't sense it, until one day everything went haywire. Not in a calm moment. Not in a dream. But in a real fight - in a tangle of panic, anger, and helplessness.

When Donnie fell.

You saw one of the Foot ninjas fall from the roof and hit him in the leg with a metal rod as hard as he could. The crunch was soft, but to you, it was deafening. Donatello's body twisted, and you screamed before you realized what you were doing. Too late. Everything around you froze - like no one was breathing for a second. You lunged forward, fists clenched, blood boiling. One of the ninjas stepped in your way, and you pushed him away... but something burst out of you, like a wave. It was as if the entire air in front of you had flared up, compressed, and struck the enemies. A dozen ninjas collapsed like dolls, flying back meters.

You were left standing in shock. Dust, silence, and looks. They were looking at you. Even Raphael - and he didn't know what to say.

Leonardo stepped forward, covering you.— "...What was that?.. You.. You can do that?"

You shook your head, as if waking up. — "I... No. I didn't know. It was... I just... I was scared for Donnie."

And Shredder saw it. Somewhere in the shadows, deep down, he watched. And he realized — you weren't just an ally. You were a weapon.

Now you were a target.

Later — The Vault.

The stuffy gloom of the sewer shelter. It smelled of damp stone, medicine, and warmth. The beat of an old fan filled the silence. Donatello lay nearby, his leg immobilized, and a bandage on his forehead. He was asleep. You sat on the old couch, knees bent, staring at your papers from work.

They were crumpled, stained, hastily torn from your briefcase.

All that remained of your normal life.

Your eyes ran over the lines, but you did not read. Not a single word lingered in your head. You were here — and elsewhere at the same time. In the apartment where everything was broken. Where the windows were broken. Where you could have died if it weren't for them - Splinter, Leo, Mikey, Raph, Donnie. They were waiting for an ambush, even though you weren't.

You turned off your phone with a trembling hand. — "I wanted to tell my parents that everything was fine... But..."

You didn't finish. Donatello, lying down, only quietly muttered. — "Better not. They can track. Through the towers. Through everything."

You nodded. Looking at the floor. Phone - face down.

"So you were left without an apartment, without documents, and now the entire Foot Clan is hunting you," Raphael summed up gloomily, entering the room. He held a hot cup with something aromatic in his hands and placed it on the table next to him. — "But... you're still alive. That means we'll find a way out."

You smiled weakly. — "I'm a problem, right?"

"No," Leo suddenly said, standing a little further away. — "You're a responsibility. And we don't throw such things off our hands."

“You’re part of the family,” Mikey added, climbing up onto the couch with his feet and resting his forehead softly on your shoulder. — “And now you’re also… well, a super brain with telekinesis! How cool does that sound, huh?”

You allowed yourself a smile, albeit a tired one.

Splinter stood in the shadows, his hands clasped behind his back. His voice was deep as a well.

“Sometimes fate shows its hand in the most difficult moments. It’s not a curse that you’ve discovered the power. But it requires balance. And we’ll help you find it.”

You looked at him. For the first time, you really looked at him.

“Are you really… not afraid of me?”

Leo answered first. “Afraid? No.”

Mikey nodded. “Well… maybe a little, if you get mad. But this way, we’re with you.”

Raph sighed, sitting on the edge of the table, looking at you seriously. “They won’t take you. We won’t let that happen.”

And Donnie finally opened his eyes. His voice was weak and hoarse, and he whispered. — “You saved me… Now we’ll protect you.”