Author's notes: While I think about my other stores, I've decided I should repost this one. It should seem familiar to some of you readers 'cause I did have it up one time. From some complaints, I couldn't keep it up. Then I thought, it's just a fanfiction. It can't do any harm to anything, so I'm putting it up again. Please enjoy. It's pretty much based on the Jurassic Park movie, just with our four favorite turtles tagging along. LOL. It was basically an I idea I liked since I've watched the movie.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or most of the plot in this. But the idea is mine, so please don't get mad.

Please enjoy :)

Chapter 1

As a mutant ninja turtle, it was hard for Donatello to get peace and quiet, even in his and his family's underground lair. He would be out with his brothers to fight some goons on the streets of New York, training with their adopted father and teacher, Splinter, who happened to be a giant rat, or working on a new gadget. But, at the moment, he was able to situate himself in the living room recliner and read a book.

The book he was reading was written by Dr. Alan Grant, a paleontologist who dug up dinosaur fossils and researched what he discovered about his favorite ones, especially the Velociraptor. The purple-masked humanoid turtle had a liking for the ancient reptiles, and liked reading about them as much as he could. He was also like a scientist himself, though he was more into engineering and chemistry; he was a natural in both subjects.

Donatello was about to turn another page when a high-pitched scream rang out in the lair, making him jolt. He looked up from his book to see what was going on, and, sure enough, his younger, orange-masked brother, Michelangelo, was being cornered by the second oldest and red-masked brother, Raphael, on the opposite side of the large chamber.

"I said I was sorry!" Michelangelo pleaded.

"You're just sorry, 'cause you're 'bout to get your butt whooped," Raphael growled in response as he pounded his fist into his other three-fingered hand. He was dripping wet. "You should've thought of it before you put smoke bombs in the shower."

"No, seriously, dude! I thought it was Leo in the shower!" Michelangelo confessed. Then he let out another of girlish screams when the said blue-masked, oldest of the four came to stand beside Raphael.

"So, you were trying to pull a prank on me, too, huh?" Leonardo said with a smirk on his face while he rubbed his hands together. "In that case, you'll have to deal with me AND Raph."

"Since I'm the closest, can I have the first piece?" Raphael asked.

"Be my guest."

Donatello rolled his eyes as Raphael tackled Michelangelo, starting the rough-housing between the three teenage Turtles. He returned his attention to his book and heaved a sigh. They better not bring it over here, he thought. I don't want any part of it.

However, his hope was ignored. Leonardo and Raphael picked up Michelangelo, then threw him into the living room, causing him to land on top of Donatello and toppled them both onto the floor. Furious, Donatello pushed Michelangelo off him, and yelled,"Can't you guys be more careful? I'm reading over here!"

"Ooooh. So sorry 'bout disrupting your little quiet time," Raphael said sarcastically. "Guess you'll just have ta deal with it."

Uncharacteristically, Donatello lunged for Raphael, and soon finding himself in the tangle he did not want to get into a moment ago. It didn't last long though, when an angry mutant Rat stepped out of his room to end the ruckus which disturbed his usual meditation.

"What is the meaning of this? If you want to wrestle, take it outside, my sons!" Splinter shouted, causing the four to stop and stand before him. "I am very disappointed. I will not have this kind of manner in our home."

"Yes, sensei," his students replied in unison, and did as they were told. They filed out the lair's main entrance into the sewers bummed out they were kicked out for the time being.

"Man, what have we got ourselves into?" Michelangelo complained, breaking the silence a few minutes later.

"You started it, Mikey. If you hadn't set off smoke-bombs while I was in the shower, we wouldn't be in this mess," Raphael told him. Michelangelo stuck his tongue out at him. "Real mature."

"Cut it out, you two," Leonardo said. "We can just go out on patrol, like we usually do, and see if there's anything going on up there."

"Leo, it's New York City, anything could be happening up there," Donatello pointed out.

"You know what I mean. And maybe we can go find something to eat afterward, since we didn't have dinner yet. Deal?"

The other agreed with the idea, especially because of the fact they would be eating soon. They found a manhole ladder to climb out the sewer tunnel with, Leonardo leading the way to check for clearance. Then they used a fire escape ladder on the side of a building to get to rooftop level and start their evening patrol duty.

"I gotta tell you, this is a great night to be outside. There's no sign of rain or anything, just a clear sky," Michelangelo said, as they leaped from roof to roof. "We can even see some stars for once."

Donatello was about to say something in response when he heard some kind of commotion nearby, so he stopped on the next rooftop and looked over the edge. His brothers copied him, for they'd heard the same thing. Below them in the alley, there was an elderly man with a white, cropped beard, a straw hat, and a cane, who was being cornered by a group of several black-dressed ninjas from the Foot Clan!

"Whoever you are, you don't know what you're doing. What do you possibly want from me?" the man asked, holding up his cane as weapon in front of him.

"Shut up, old man! We all know you're worth something," spat one of the ninjas closest to him. "You're John Hammond, CEO of Ingen Corporations. Our master wishes to speak with you, so you're going to come with us the easy way... or the hard way."

Though it was surprising to them one of the enemy ninja would talk, neither of the turtles didn't like the sound of that. They each took out their weapons and leaped down from the roof ledge, then landed between the Foot and the old man.

"Get out of the way, freaks! This doesn't concern you!" shouted a Foot soldier, trying to act tough.

"When it comes to attempting a kidnapping of an innocent man, I think this is an exception, "Leonardo replied.

Then the Footninjas attacked them, but they defended themselves easily, using the martial arts skills they had been taught all their life. Though, tonight, the turtles hadn't realized their mistake until all the goons were on the ground unconscious or running away in defeat. They were standing their ground in case more of them came as replacements, but none did, so they relaxed. That was, until they finally took recognition that the old man who had been watching them the whole time! They quickly slipped into the shadows, knowing they shouldn't have been seen.

"Wait, don't go!" said the man named John Hammond as he approached the spot they were hiding. "Thank you for rescuing me from those black dressed fiends. You don't need to hide from me."

Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo glanced at one another in silent confusion. Why did this man wish to see them? Usually people would be afraid of them, making them regret coming out in the open, even after they had saved their lives. They hesitated for a moment to see what the stranger would do.

"You can trust me. I can't do you any harm," Hammond prompted.

Hearing the truth in his voice, Leonardo nodded to signal to them it was okay. They cautiously stepped out of the darkness of the alley, weapons still in hand just to be sure they weren't out of the woods yet. Once they did, the white-bearded man looked them up and down curiously, as if he hadn't actually seen them before, and stepped closer.

"Well, well, well. Aren't you a bit different? You aren't the kind of reptiles I've seen in my day," he said with a smile. "Where did you all come from?"

Raphael's mouth twitched with uneasiness. What kind of joke was he trying to play? How come he was acting all friendly to them and not screaming or fainting at the sight of him and his brothers?

"Where we came from is a long story, mister," he replied, slipping his twin sais into his belt.

"And I would love to hear, if you have the time to tell it, fella. Recently, I have seen much to last me a life time, but you four are very unique," said Hammond. "Oh, forgive me, my name is John Hammond."

Donatello bobbed his head. "We've heard just before we rescued you. Still, I have to ask, what is the CEO of Ingen Corporations doing all they way over here?" he asked, out of sere curiosity as he tucked his bo staff into its holster on his shell. Then Michelangelo tucked his nunchukus into his belt and Leonardo put his katanas away into their sheathes on his shell.

"I was just sight-seeing a bit before I go to see my daughter," Hammond answered.

Amused, Leonardo grinned lopsidedly. "There's a lot to see in New York City."

"I have noticed that. May I ask what your names are, since you already know mine?"

"My name is Leonardo. These are my brothers, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo." The blue-masked turtles pointed out each of the turtles so the man could tell who was who. "We're glad we could help and it was nice meeting you, but we should be going."

"Yeah, fighting kind of makes us hungry," Michelangelo agreed, as he followed his older brothers to a fire escape ladder. But neither got very far when they heard Hammond speak up again.

"Wait another minute, fellas. I was going to get something to eat myself at the deli down the street. Would you like to join me? Thank of it as an extra thank you for saving me," he said, hope in his light-toned voice.

Leonardo, who had just started up the ladder, looked down at his brothers as they glanced questioningly up at him for an answer. Would it be a good idea to take this invitation from the guy they'd just met? Seeing his brothers shrug their shoulders, like saying,"Why not?" Leonardo heaved a sigh and jumped back down.

"We'll meet you at the deli. We just need to drop by our home for something," he answered.

Pleased, Hammond smiled in return. "Sure thing. Take your time, Mr. Leonardo," he said, and watched them climb up to the rooftop they came from and disappear from sight.

"Mikey, you'd just have to open your big mouth, didn't you?" Raphael said as they made their way back to the lair. "'Fighting makes hungry'?"

Michelangelo grinned sheepishly. "What can I say? He did invite us. We were about to get us something for dinner anyway."

Leonardo rolled his eyes. He was starting to regret to agree to Hammond's invitation. What was going to be the explanation for all this to Master Splinter?

When they returned to the sewer lair, Leonardo quickly told the said old rat what happened to tonight, and that the man they'd rescued had wished to speak with them. Surprisingly, Splinter agreed to this, despite the fact his sons had shown themselves once again to another human, so the teenage mutants grabbed what they needed for the night and left before he changed his mind.

Later that evening, Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo met John Hammond outside the deli he'd mentioned. Each of them were now clad in trench coats and fedoras to disguise themselves, though there were not a lot of people around much to their relief. So the five sat down at a table on the patio of the restaurant while they ate their ordered food.

"You four are really amazing characters. Four humanoid turtles that fight criminals," Hammond remarked cheerily. "Are you secret super heroes like ones in comic books?"

The four laughed at the silly question, and Michelangelo was the one who answered it.

"No, we're just ninjas. As cool as sounds to be super heroes, people would mostly runaway because of our appearances. You are really one of the few who hasn't."

"Really? Well, by the way you fought in the alley, I'd have to agree with you. Turtles that are mutants and ninjas? This world can be full of surprises," said Hammond before taking a sip of his drink. "And I am funding to build one that I am hoping to show the whole world when it is finished."

Donatello cocked his head. "And what might that be, Mr. Hammond?"

"It's a theme park on Isla Nublar, far from here, Mr. Donatello. It was the perfect place to construct it on, safe away of the mainlands. But I've been having trouble with my company and lawyers for they want some outside opinions before I can actually have more people come see it, I'm afraid."

Leonardo raised an eye ridge, concerned about the fact he said, "Safe away from the mainlands." He swallowed a piece of his sub sandwich, and asked,"What kind of park is this that has to be on an island, sir?"

His brothers nodded their heads for they were about to ask the same thing. Hammond smiled, being mysterious.

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it?" he said. Then he perked up as if he had a sudden idea. "Hey, would you boys like to see for yourselves? I would like opinions on my park from you. I am planning to invite some other people as well."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Raphael spoke up, cutting Donatello and Michelangelo off, who both were about to open their mouths to say something. "If you haven't noticed, we're not the kind who can travel around the world without certain... problems."

"Yeah, and we already have enough things to worry about," Leonardo agreed. "Besides, how do we actually know that you won't tell anyone about us, Mr. Hammond? We don't wish to become the planet's most wanted reptiles anytime soon."

The old man stared at them without a word for a while, debating over what the blue-masked and red-masked turtles just said. Then he leaned forward on his chair with both hands on his cane. "All right, I'll make you four a deal. If I promise not to reveal anything of your existence, will you come visit my park? I can arrange transportation, and the things you need. It'll only be for the weekend, so you'll be back before you know it?" he insisted.

Once again, the four ninja turtles glanced at each other nervously, and shrugs were their silent gestures of response. The three youngest left it up to the leader to say something, who again heaved a sigh, rubbing his face with a three-fingered hand.

"Where and when will this transportation arrive, sir?" Leonardo questioned, announcing they were convinced to go.

A/N: So what do you think? I have the story already written out so the rest will come pretty soon. :)