What really happened during the car ride to the farmhouse in the first movie?
The italicized stuff is
quoted directly from the movies, which is the property of Eastman and
Laird, Mirage Studios… and whoever else owns a slice of the TMNT pizza.
Yes, I know, it's another road trip fic… But it's only a few chapters long, so I hope y'all will enjoy it anyway.
It starts in the midst of the action, but I think you guys will be able to find your feet pretty quickly.
April disappeared through the trapdoor, smoke masking her movements and making it difficult for Leonardo to see where she had gone. Donatello quickly followed, half carrying, half dragging the unconscious body of Raphael. Leo turned and called out to the masked man still fighting behind them.
"I'll cover ya'!" Casey Jones hit a Foot ninja in the head with his hockey stick before looking for his next opponent. Suddenly a telephone rang, and an answering machine fell into the room, dangling from a burning cord.
The machine clicked and turned on. "Hi, this is April. Leave a message after the beep."
"April, it's Charles." Casey dragged his attention back to the ninjas, and charged a group in front of him. The phone message continued. "I'm sorry, I don't know how to say thist. You're fired, April. I'm sorry. I know this comes as a blow-"The cord finally burned through, and the voice was cut off mid-sentence. The machine landed on another ninja's head, knocking him unconscious.
"You can say that again, Chuck." Casey said dryly.
"Come on!" The blue masked turtle reappeared in the trapdoor. Casey knocked another foot ninja out, then dove for the trapdoor.
"Bye guys, gotta run!" He crowed, and he slammed the secret door closed.
Casey charged down a series of steps behind the trapdoor, and emerged into a smoky basement. He ripped off his mask and squinted through the haze just in time to see a green leg disappearing through a window.
"Oh no you don't..." He muttered, then ran to follow the giant turtle.
He emerged in the alleyway outside of the building. Smoke was billowing out of the windows of both the apartment and the antique's store. The alley was coated in a thick layer of this smoke, and it was becoming harder and harder for him to see by the minute. Squinting through the haze he was able to see two pinpricks of light, which rapidly grew to the size of car headlights. A car horn suddenly blared, and he had to dive out of the way as a large van jerked to a stop where he had been standing.
A green head poked out of the driver's window. "Hey, y'ok?"
"The hell I'm okay, where'd the friggin' hell did y' learn how to drive!" Casey stood up, peeling bits of garbage off of himself and re-shouldered his sports bag with a grunt.
"It's a stick. Never driven a stick before." The turtle said indignantly.
"Don, stop chatting and get us out of here!" A voice from the backseat cut through the hazy air. Sirens could be heard in the distance, coming swiftly closer.
"Oh for Christ's sake…" He opened the driver's door. "Move over." He commanded. "Youse guys are gonna get nowhere if y' don't know how t' drive stick."
The turtle looked at him, shrugged, then climbed into the back of the van. Casey threw his bag into the vehicle, jumped in, put the vehicle into gear, and sped out of the alley and down the street.
"So, where're we goin'?" He asked cheerily. His comment was met with silence. "What?" He asked. The woman in the seat passenger seat ignored him and climbed into the back of the van and crouched there, staring at the burning building. Casey adjusted the rearview mirror to look around at his passengers. The turtle with a blue mask stared at him with equal parts fascination, revulsion, and mistrust, while an orange-masked one just looked at him blankly, not knowing what to think. The purple masked one was examining the unconscious figure on the floor. "Ya know, he's not lookin' too hot." Casey finally said, motioning at the comatose turtle turtle.
"Thanks, we hadn't noticed." The blue masked one said distractedly.
Casey made a turn onto a slightly busier street. "Am I right in thinkin' that we're gonna leave the city?"
After a moment's pause, the woman answered him. "Yes. Go north."
"Yes ma'am." He saluted sarcastically and jerked the wheel to the right, over a lane of traffic or two to take an exit.
The orange masked turtle looked out the back window and let out a low whistle. "You know, you just cut off about 3 cars."
"Yeah, dude. Really."
Casey looked in the rearview mirror and raised an eyebrow. "We needed t' take this exit."
"Just makin' an observation…"
The van fell silent one more. The woman made herself busy by breaking out the first aid kit and helping the purple masked turtle bandage some of the other turtles' wounds, but they quickly ran out of materials. She dug around in the backseat for a moment, then emerged victorious with a handful of old tee-shirts. She used one of the turtle's big swords to cut them into more manageable strips to make bandages.
Soon, all their scrapes, scratches, and injuries were at least somewhat bandaged. The purple turtle murmured something to the woman, and then he moved into the front seat.
Casey looked sideways at him. The turtle looked back. "I've never been on a highway before. I wanna see."
Casey raised his eyebrows. "Not much to see, just a whole lotta pavement."
The turtle shrugged. "Yeah, but I've still never seen it. And it's dark, so it's not like anyone's going to see me."
"Okay… Do what'chu want… But it's gonna get boring pretty quick."
The turtle shrugged again, and started staring out of the window.
Minutes passed, and soon the city was fading into the distance.
An uncomfortable silence fell over the van.
"So…" Casey didn't like uncomfortable silences. "The name's Casey Jones, pleased t' make all of youse's acquaintances." The turtle sitting next to him turned and gave him a long, suspicious look before replying.
"My name is Donatello."
The one with the orange mask piped up, "Michaelangelo, but y' can call me Mike."
"Leonardo." Said the blue masked turtle stiffly. Jesh. Casey thought. He don't sound happy. He looked in the mirror, and found that Leonardo was staring straight at him, arms crossed. Yikes. He quickly averted his eyes.
"April. April O'Neil." Casey looked in the rear-view mirror again, staring at April.
Suddenly he realized where he had seen her before. "Hey, ain'chu that reporter lady on TV?"
She looked vaguely uncomfortable. "One of them, I guess."
"Cool, very cool."
Hr drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as silence fell upon the van again. He finally looked over at Donatello, who was still staring out the window.
"Hey, Don," The turtle jumped as he was addressed.
"Look through the glove apartment an' see if you can find a map."
"I know where we're going." Interjected April.
"You may know where we're going, but I sure don't. Besides, I'm the one drivin', not you, tootz."
She scowled. "Madawaska. My family has a farm house there, and we'll be able to hole up there for a while, until this whole thing dies down a bit."
She rolled her eyes and continued. "Upstate. Get on the New Jersey Turnpike, then merge onto the New York State Highway. You stay there for about three hours, then merge onto I-87 North and stay on THAT for another 2 hours, and it's all dirt roads from there."
As she finished her directions, Casey wasn't the only one staring openmouthed at her.
"How the heck d'ya know all that?" Asked Mike in awe.
She shrugged. "My family used t' go up there every summer. You make a drive like that for fifteen years running, you get to remember it."
"That's a long drive, lady." Casey said before Michaelangelo was able to say anything more.
She glared at him challengingly in the rear-view mirror. "Yeah. It is. We can still drop you off, you know. I mean, we're all very glad that you came in when you did, you were quite helpful…"
"Listen lady," Casey began. "I may be many things, but 'quitter' ain't one of 'em. I'm gonna see this whole thing through, whatever it is!" He took a deep breath and looked around the van's occupants. "Though, I would like t' know exactly what I'm getting myself into, now that I think of it… Cause, I mean, I've seen some pretty twisted stuff in New York, but I think that meetin' up wit youse guys takes the cake."
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