A Russian wolf in New York - A TMNT FF

The Sewer

DONATELLO'S POV**

"Donnie," I heard someone shout my name, causing me to look up from my computer screen. It was Mikey, and he looked rather distressed. Flicking up my goggles onto my forehead, I peered at him cautiously,

"What is it Mikey?" I asked, sounding slightly unamused. "If this another one of your pranks I swe-" I was interupted by Leo walking through the door behind him carrying a lifeless figure in his arms. I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I've told you a thousand times, drop injured people off at the hospital Leo. You're risking their lives and ours by bringing them back!" I argued, standing up from my desk. To my surprise, Leo ignored everything I'd said to him and walked through to the kitchen, where Mikey was frantically clearing the table. Leo placed the body down on the table, hovering over it, before beckoning me closer. Slowly, I walked over to them.

"She's not exactly a person, Don," he said calmly, watching as I frowned back at him. "And she's shattered her wrist,"

"And knocked herself out." Mickey added, resulting in a sarcastic stare from Leo. I was too busy processing Leo's words to see how Mikey reacted. She's not exactly a person? What did that mean? with my brows knotted into a frown, I reached for my lab coat and slipped it on quickly, before resuming my position at the table's side.

"What do you mean, Leo?" I asked, rolling up my sleeves. Leo smirked slightly,

"Well what would you say she is?" he replied, as he slowly pulled back her hood. I was met by the sight of canine face, a face of a wolf. Light grey fur, with a white snout. There were two black markings moving from the bottom of her firmly closed eyes to the middle of her jaw. Her hair was dark grey, long, thick, and extremely wavy. Two pointed ears were visible through her long hair, showing a number of piercings glinting in the light. In a way, you could tell it was a girl: Thin nose, long eyelashes, and well, just a feminine looking face really.

Leo continued to remove her coat, revealing her whole body, a humanoid body..but it still looked like a wolf. Her fur was the same colour as her face all over her body, except for her stomach and paws, which were white, and her forarms and calves which were dark grey. Even the very tip of her thick, bushy tail was black.

"A.. another mutant?.." I stuttered, trying to taking in everything I was seeing. "But how? Where did you find her?" I frantically began to do a routine health check: temperature, pulse, dilated pupils. Leo shrugged slightly,

"I don't know.. she was just there in the ally, crying out." I looked down at her again, as Leo hung up her coat across the room. Her attire was a light green cropped vest, combat shorts, and.. Gun holsters strapped to her thighs? I cautiously removed the two pistols, judging their weight in my hands, unloading them, and gently placing them down on the table next to her.

"I doubt she needed your protection, guys." I remarked, smirking as I held up a 4mm bullet. Leo shook his head,

"Her attacker was huge.."

"and Russian." Mikey interupted, rubbing the back of his neck, "he also had a knife." I rubbed my chin in thought, noticing her wounded wrist, which was covered in dark red blood that was slowly oozing over the table.

"Crushed wrist you say?" I asked, flicking my goggles down to get a better look. I lowered myself down next to her, before grabbing a damp cloth and beginning to clean the blood from her wrist. Leo nodded. "Leave it to me." I replied, as I began the long process of trying to fix the mess she'd made of her wrist.

SIBERIA'S POV**

I woke to an unfamilar and bright room, which strangely smelled strongly of pizza. Opening my eyes wider, I realised my vision was blurry, as all I could see was a light, and fuzzy objects, one of with was a large grey shape to the side of me. Sitting up, I remembered what had happened, and immediatly grabbed my wrist. It was bandaged, and hung in a sling around my neck. With my vision still burred, I rubbed my eyes in an attempt to distinguish my whereabouts. No doubt I was in some form of cell, probably surrounded by Russians or the press. Slowly, my sight started to return as I strained my eyes. Turns out the grey shape in the corner was actually where my coat had been hung up. Looking down, I saw that I was still in the same attire I had been in when I'd passed out: vest, shorts, my holsters.. but my guns were gone. I stood up quickly in panic, but felt my legs giveway beneath me and I fell backwards onto the table I'd been laid on.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I heard a soft voice behind me say, in a similar accent to the one's I heard all over this city. But this voice was a lot softer than others I'd heard. I tucked my hair behind my ear, just as i turned around to see who was talking to me. I felt the air leave my lungs as my eyes fell upon him. A tall, well built, mutated.. thing, wearing a white lab coat, goggles, and a purple band tied around his head. He was a mutant.. a mutant turtle? It took me a long while for me to find my words,

"I.. where am I? Who are you? How did I get here?" I asked rapidly, hardly giving him time to answer.

DONATELLO'S POV**

My eyes were met by a pair of ice like ones, which seemed to be staring straight through me and into the wall behind. Now that she was stood up, I could see her body a lot better. Hour glass figure, long legs.. and yet, she wasn't too skinny. Just.. right. If she was a turtle, I'd have probably found her increasingly attractive. I could feel my mouth falling open slightly, trying not to make it obvious that I was admiring her assets. It was then that she started to talk, and caught me totally off guard.

"I.. where am I? Who are you? How did I get here?" She said quickly, in a thick but soft sounding Russian accent. I went to speak, but my tongue tied in my mouth,

"You're in the sewers underneath New York City, and it's December 7th, 2014. I am Donatello, and you were brought here by my brother's who aided you whilst you were being attacked." I answered slowly, watching as she processed the information.

"You're.. mutant too?" she said slowly, and cautiously.

"Yes.. me and my brother's are mutants, like you but.. turtles." I agreed, her expression was similar to mine. The wolf rubbed her left temple, before a questioning look passed over her.

"So you're not part of American Gorbonov project?" She asked, pulling herself off the table, and steadying herself. I frowned,

"I have no idea what you're on about, miss.. That's a thought, what's your name and why were you being attacked?" I answered, removing my lab coat, and hanging it up. She gave me a shifty look, before cautiously taking a step towards me.

"My name is Siberia. Siberia Rozovsky. And I'm a fugitive of the Russian mafia."