Through a Wolf's Eyes

Safe and Sound

A/N: A quick note before we begin. There's sign language involved in this chapter. I am a hearing person learning ASL right now from a teacher in the deaf community. I'm making it as accurate as humanly possible, but also understandable for those who are not knowledgeable about ASL or about the deaf community. Alex is still a hearing person so please no flames against this fictional reality. Also, anything signed is in bold.

Thanks!

Another quick note. Alex does not know how long she was Shredder's prisoner for. Looking at the season timeline, she was with Shredder somewhere between 2-3 weeks at the most. The reason the turtles found her, in my own personal theory of this world is that they either ran into Dogpound and Fishface while they were on patrol a day or so after Alien Agenda happened or it was within a week of to allow Fishface more time to get his land legs.

Thanks for coming to my small rant. Enjoy friends!

~Muse

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     "She should be fine, but she has a lot of bruises. What makes me wonder is that I've never seen anything like her. A partial mutation? Or was she born that way? It's such a strange phenomenon... What could have caused it," was the conversation that woke me up.

     "That's weird, why would Dogpound and Fishface have her anyway? From what we can tell, she's not a member of the Foot Clan," someone replied.

    "I bet she's just a spy from Shredder."

    "I don't think so Raph, the way Dogpound treated her was nothing like a friend."

     "But she's so cute! Why can't we keep her?"

     I heard a yelp. I think someone got hit.

     I started to open my eyes, only closing them to the bright light that was in my face. Really? I covered my eyes to sit up. After a short period of adjusting to the brightness of the room, I was able to fully see the area. From the looks of it, I was in someone's lab. It didn't take much more of a visual inspection for me to realize this was Donatello's lab!

     My gaze wandered as it was slowly sinking in that I was away from the Shredder and Kraang. I was in Donnie's lab! Internally, I was cheering. I was finally free! No more torture! No more Dogpound... it was a lot to take in.

     "Oh! You're awake!"

     I jumped and fell off the table I had been laying on. I held my head, just avoiding a new injury. Donatello stood there, wincing at my fall. I stared him down for a few seconds before deciding to back myself under the table. I wasn't awake enough to distinguish voices and wasn't sure who believed I was a spy or not. I could only guess that Mikey had gushed that I was cute...but that was it.

     Donnie frowned at my reaction. I gulped as he approached. He stopped about ten feet away from me to slowly kneel on the ground. When he did, he raised his arms in a show of surrender to me.

     "I'm not going to hurt you," the purple masked turtle said gently. "I want to help you. Remember?"

     He recreated the moment we had in the alley where he held his hand out to me. I huffed out my nose, but this seemed to amuse him as a smile cracked on his face.

     "That was pretty ridiculous, huh?" He chuckled as he lowered his hands to his lap. "My name is Donatello. I don't know if you noticed yet, but I treated some of your injuries."

     I looked down at my legs. I had been changed into what looked like pajamas. They were light pink with white polka dots. I was wearing shorts and a button up short sleeve shirt. My arms and legs were wrapped in different areas and I couldn't help but touch one of the scabs on my arm, tempted to scratch at it now that my brain had focused on it.