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Flight to Freedom

A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fanfic, a Leonardo/OC romance, that takes place after the events in Out of the Shadows.

My first attempt at fanfiction, figured I would post it as I finish a section, almost like mini chapters. I will probably edit and clean it up as I go.

Chapter Thirteen

There was this…thing…hanging over her, a thing Feronia could not figure out. Intangible and elusive, and yet it was something that strung coils of unease deep in her belly. And the most frustrating element of it? Feronia did not know exactly where it stemmed from.

Undoubtedly a large part was due to the overhanging shadow of the elusivity of the General and Dr. Grayston’s presence. It seemed that no matter how diligent the brothers remained with their unending patrols of New York City, they could not unearth the duo’s location.

And ever since her relationship with the katana-wielding leader had so recently bloomed into something more, Leonardo had become even more determined to hunt out and stop the ever present threat to her existence. His focus, already as lethally honed as the edge of his sword, became even more deadly.

Feronia shuddered as she thought being on the business end of that steely, blue-eyed gaze. But that shudder swiftly morphed, turning sensual and deep and toe curling with heat as she thought of being on the receiving end of that unwavering blue focus for entirely different reasons – a look that demanded her acquiescence, and if she did, promised intense pleasure.

She would have never fathomed such hot, passionate sensations existed at all.

And yet Leo would stalk toward her, his hulking, shelled bulk strung taught with the tension of leadership and the responsibility of thousands of innocent’s safety laid upon his shoulders, and her whole body would quiver.

Not in fear. Never in fear.

But in anticipation of surrendering to him.

She was unsure if their relationship was in the normal category or not, but then again Leonardo was a badass ninja warrior mutated from the genes of a turtle, and she had giant, bird-of-prey wings sprouting from her back. None of their lives would ever be normal.

Over the last few weeks of her existence at the farmhouse, her relationship with the deadly warrior continued to morph and grow. True to his word, they both continued to discover what either of them liked or disliked.

For instance, the first and only time he spanked her, a stinging swat from one large, green, three-fingered hand had shut her down cold. It had been done in fun and excitement, a teasing move as she had been running through the trees, laughter bubbling from her chest, a deadly, shelled ninja in hot pursuit. The case was exilerating as she tucked her wings close to her back and wove quickly around tree after tree.

She had known he could catch her easily at any time, and it wasn’t long before a frantic glance over her shoulder only to see no shelled bulk tailing after had her slamming full force into a plastron-protected muscled chest. Laughing, he had spun her up against the bark of a tree and swatted her backside. Hard.

The blooming pain had driven every ounce of exhilaration and building passion from her as surely as if she had been dunked into a tub of ice. Leo had gone stock still behind her as she froze in place, her mind beginning to panic. But, as he always seemed to do, he read her like a book penned just for him.

Feronia had felt herself gently turned, and when she could look everywhere but at him, a solid grip on her chin lifted her gaze to his and held it unrelentingly.

And like he did all those months ago during that fateful night at NexGen Labs, those intense cobalt blue pools grounded her.

“Alright, Sweetheart. This is a good thing to know.”

And in playful excitement or in dominating passion, he had never swatted her backside again. And he was always careful to never intentionally deliver pain.

Yet even now, as she was being lead toward the farmhouse from after a long walk, two large palms covering her eyes and effectively blinding her, something insidious lurked beneath the sea of happiness swelling inside her. And Feronia could not figure out what it was. She didn’t think it stemmed from the man leading her across the yard…

“Why can’t I go to the house on my own?” Feronia giggled, choosing to ignore that gnawing portent of doom and focus on that source of happiness behind her.

Firm lips dropped a kiss to the crown of her head. “Because I said so.”

Feronia grumbled half-heartedly, circling a hand around the warmth of each thick wrist. Her mind buzzed with curiosity. What was her surprise? All four brothers, April and Casey, and even Splinter was at the farmhouse today. Her quiet little refuge practically buzzed with energy.

With her wings wrapped around her body like a feathered cloak, she manaed to remain quiet for all of two seconds as she was directed across the farmyard. As her booted feet cringed over the gravel-strewn driveway, Feronia couldn’t help the plaintive whine that escaped her throat. “Leo! I’m dying of curiosity here!”

The chuckle that rumbled against her back sent a fission of awareness through her. “My Fer, you are so bad with surprises. But that was a hot little sound you made…maybe I will try to make you do that sound again later.”

The heady promise in his words sent her heart racing. But then the heat of a warm, strong palm slid under a wing and along her waist as a muscled band of steel wound around her middle. Like she weighed nothing, Leo plucked her back up against him, and then her booted feet were deposited on solid ground once again, the dull sound of boots on wood planks telling her he had lifted her up the few stairs of the front porch.

Reaching out blindly, she felt for the knob to the door only to feel Leo reach around her and nudge it open.

“She’s here, brah’s!”

Thump.

“What the hell, Raph? You are always punching me!”

“Shut it, Mikey. You will ruin the surprise.”

“I’m fairly certain there is a 99.924% chance Fer already knows a surprise is immenant.

“So? He doesn’t always have to slug me.”

“I’m findin’ it therapeutic.”

She kept her bark of laughter in as Leo propelled her forward until the coolness of the kitchen spread out before her.

Then the warmth of his hands fell away from her face, and she blearily blinked her eyes open. As soon as one lid cracked, boisterous shouts from those she loved so dearly assailed her, along with a faceful of tiny bits of colored paper doused over her head.

“Surprise!” several voiced shouted in unison.

Feronia blinked at the scene before her, her mind numbly kicking into gear.

The kitchen table was piled with several boxes all wrapped in bright paper. A large, extremely large, cake with bright red letters scrawled across the surface of the white frosting sat in the middle of the wrapped boxes, and the powerful forms of the three mutant turtles, an elderly human-sized rat, and April and Casey lingered around the kitchen table, huge grins plastered over their faces.

Warm lips teased the shell of her ear. “Happy birthday, Feronia,” Leo rumbled.

She seemed stunned even as Mieky bounded forward to scoop her up in a bear hug, wings and all, twirling her around.

“Yeah! Happy birthday, Fer-bear!”

She had not even realized the passage of days!

Donnie nodded eagerly, pushing his glasses further on the wide bridge of his nose. Yes, I have been going through any and all files recovered from the night NexGen Labs was shut down. This is the date recorded as being the first you drew breath. Hence, your birthday.”

Tears made her vision swim as she turned to look at her tall, dangerous ninja. “I’ve never had a birthday party!”

One large, green forefinger swept a stray black curl of hair off her brow. “I want to give you everything, you know.”

The look burning in his deep, blue eyes was something entirely different, yet no less intense. She opened her mouth to reply just as she was yanked eagerly over to the table and tugged in front of Raphael’s bulked out form. “Enough teary shit…let’s party!”

The rest of the day was a whirlwind of fun and games, and Feronia couldn’t possibly imagine being any happier. Evening was drawing near as they finally let her open the brightly wrapped boxes. Opening each present surrounded by this strangely put together family was paradise.

Until she opened the second to last gift, given from the bo-staff wielding warrior.

Reaching into the box she had just opened, her breath caught in her throat. Feronia couldn’t imagine anything better than the gift from Raphael and Michelangelo; all Superman DVDs, from the classic television series to the most recently made movies. They had given her months of viewing at her disposal.

But at the bottom of the box from the tech-loving warrior was something that made her breath catch. Even before her hand grasped around the handle, this one gift was making her feel powerful and capable.

Donnie fidgeted in his seat. “I hope you like it. I figured you would have an aerial advantage that even we,” and he gestured to himself and his brothers, “can achieve…”

His words seemed to be drowned out as Feronia brought out the gift. An intricately made, small and compact crossbow, it looked small enough to be no bigger than a handgun. Complicated gears filled the body, and Donnie surged forward. “It even has cartridges of bolts you can snap in that will automatically load every time you pull the string back and lock it—”

One large, green hand dropped into view as Leonardo reached over and plucked the mini crossbow right out of her grasp. “What the hell were you thinking, Donnie?” This is the big secret project you have been working on?”

“Well, as a matter of fact, Leo, yes. With her flying now, she can easily—”

“No.”

Feronia surged to her feet, rounding on the blue-eyed leader. “What do you mean, no? It’s my gift, and I should be able to defend myself. You all have weapons!” Even as she pointed out that fact, a small part of her dimly realized she sounded juvenile and petty. But holding that small crossbow even a few moments had her feeling much less like a victim.

Leo had been glaring at his younger brother, but at her rant, those intense eyes slammed into hers. “I said no. You do not need weapons.”

Something cold and hard began to spread within her chest. “You don’t get to dictate what I get to do with my life, Leo. Give me my gift back.”

The towering hulk of turtle actually leaned down, getting right in her face. “I said no.” he repeated. “We will stop the general—”

Black, indigo tinted wings snapped up into a poised hold as Feronia’s back straightened. “Whatever we have, Leonardo, does not give you the right to control every aspect of my existence. I will never allow that.”

Silence reigned down around them as the two faced off, glaring at one another. And there in the glittering depths of his eyes, she saw it. She saw the unwavering resolve. Leo would not bend on this.

Anger, swift and sure, overshadowed everything she was feeling. Blinking back the tears of frustration that threatened to fall, she gave a small nod. Turning, she spared everyone at her party a glance. “I apologize, but I feel the need for some air.”

And before anyone could utter another peep, Feronia stalked from the farmhouse and out into the dawning night.

That was three days ago.

***

Leo had worked his body to exhaustion in the training room, pushing his brothers gruelingly in a series of new moves they were all working on. All four of them sported green hides that glistened with sweat, and yet he pushed himself on. When his brothers became fed up with the grueling training, he had turned to weights, punching a bag as if it was the General himself.

Yet his mind continued to circle the day of Feronia’s birthday party. Everything had been going so perfectly, and yet at the end of the day, he had stalked from that house and roared his bike to life, speeding down the highways back to the lab. Leo knew he had to talk to Feronia. But he was still working on a way to do so without bringing his own volatile frustrations into the mix.

With a growl, the finally stalked away from the training room. It wasn’t until he was sinking his sore body onto the edge of his bed, stooping forward to let his head fall into his hands, that Leonardo allowed himself to ponder his dilemma. Glancing up, his gaze alighted on the very object that had caused the fracture, this maddening chasm, between he and his girl.

She didn’t need a weapon! He could keep her safe. He and his brothers worked tirelessly to make certain nothing threatened Feronia’s existence…

Reaching down into a deep pocket of his black cargo pants, his hands fisted around a small, velvet covered object.

A gentle nock on his door had him lifting his head as the door to his private room opened. Splinter’s head peered around. Spotting him, the old ran moved further into the room, closing it softly behind him.

For a long moment, his Sensai merely leaned back against the closed door, crossing his arms over his chest and simply peering at him with those fathomless black eyes of his.

Leo felt a muscle tick in his jaw, waiting for his father to speak.

Yet time continued to tick on. Until Leo surged to his feet, pacing the length of his room. It wasn’t a large space, and he could stalk across the distance from one wall to the other in three long strides, his hand never leaving his pocket.

“She doesn’t need a weapon, Dad.”

Silence.

“I can ensure her safety. I know it.”

Silence.

Leo stalked back toward the opposite wall, finally brandishing forth the object he clutched desparately. Turning toward his father, Leo held out his hand, opening his fingers. Nestled in his palm was a velvet covered box. The old rat reached out, carefully taking it.

His throat worked as he tried to swallow, watching Splinter open the small jewelry box. A simple band of silver sporting a sapphire of deepest blue winked up at the old rat. “I was going to ask her to be mine, Dad. But I never got the chance to bring it up. To give it to her. And now? Now I don’t know if she would accept it. I may have just ruined everything.”

With a groan, Leo sank back down to his mattress, sitting at the edge. For once, he was finding himself in territory he did not know how to navigate. He was on unsure ground with Feronia.

The slight weight of his father dipped the mattress as the old rat settled down beside him, still holding the open ring box.

“I remember trying my best to keep four young turtles safe from the cruelties of the outside world.”

Turning, Leo’s gaze met the dark pools of his father’s.

“I seem to remember none of you being truly happy. Not until you went out, defying me and my wishes, to discover your true potentials.”

The emotion rocketing through Leonardo was so intense, it threatened to choke him. “She is everything, dad. Losing her would hollow me.”

Gently, Splinter closed the ring case and handed it back to him, rising to his feet. One, long fingered hand gnarled by the ever-turning passage of time settled atop the smooth dome of his head. “Have you told her what you hold in your heart?”

Silently, Leonardo shook his head.

“Even the greatest leaders, the most hardened of warriors, face their most terrifying adversary when it comes to matters of the heart. I fashioned you into the leader you are now because of what I could see burgeoning in your soul; a just, fair mind and an honorable soul. You know the answer, my son. And it takes immeasurable bravery to trust in that.”

Just as silently as he had slipped in, his father left him.

Leo did know his ultimate decision. His gaze landed on the small crossbow he couldn’t bring himself to destroy. Rising to his feet, he snatched up the small weapon and flung his door open, stalking toward Donnie’s lab.

The following day, Leonardo rumbled his bike to a halt before the farmhouse. His heart was hammering against his ribs, anxiety not an emotion he was usually afflicted with. Would she forgive him? Would Feronia…

Pushing such thoughts from his mind, Leo stalked through the house, only to find the large, two story home empty and quiet. Unease curled through him as he searched the barn with no sight of his girl. She wouldn’t leave him without a word, would she?

It was an early autumn mid-day, and the cheery sunlight and twittering birds did little to calm his rising paranoia as he began to search the farmyard for the sweep of black wings.

Leondardo eventually found Feronia near the hayfield that stretched onward, the alfalfa tall enough to roll like waves of the sea as the breeze gusted across the field. At first, it took every ounce of training he possessed to keep the alarm coiling through him at bay when he searched the farmhouse and grounds for nearly half an hour for the winged human with no results.

It wasn’t until he decided to walk down to the pon that a flutter of smoky black caught his eye.

There in the grass, under the shade of a willow tree, he found Feronia. Dressed in a flowing, airy yellow sundress that ruffled in the breeze, she was a vision that made his heart nearly stop in his chest. Flat on her stomach, one cheek pillowed on an arm tucked under her head, and the impressive expanse of her unique, perfectly formed wings spread out on either side of her as if she had languorously stretched out the tired, sore wing muscles and dosed off mid stretch, Leo found her fast asleep.

Moving in silently, he drew close and lowered himself until he sat beside her, taking the rare chance to take her in without the prying eyes of others around.

Inky black curls tumbled out and around her like a silky cloud, the brisk breeze ruffling a few glossy tresses. It was amazing how her health had improved so greatly since her stay at the farmhouse. He could see it in the new shine to her wild curls of silky hair, the sun-kissed glow of her smooth skin.

The features of her face looked so peaceful in the dream world found only in sleep’s embrace. She looked so relaxed, her brow smooth and free of the stress that often creased it. Those full, kissable lips rested a hairsbreadth apart, her breath puffing across the hand tucked under her chin to stir several blades of grass with each exhale.

Her beauty drew him like a moth to flame. And the six feet wings of black and indigo feathers that swept out from her back only made her more remarkable to him.

Even if Leonardo stopped the General and Dr. Grayston, those wings of hers were sure to bring her more trouble.

Tearing his eyes away from the sleeping woman, he stared down at his own palm. It still was difficult for him to believe someone could see past the differences his own form had to offer.

A murmur snapped his attention back to her, and as he watched, a crease furrowed her brow as the wing closest to him jerked against the grass before it was drawn in to tuck against her back.

“Noooo…”

The word wrenched from her lips and Leondardo know Feronia had slipped into one of her nightmares.

Reaching out with one green-skinned hand, he gently slid his hand against the back of her neck until he had her in a solid grip. “Fer, relax.” He let a command slip into the words.

Her whole body went lax as if every ounce of tension from the nightmare that gripped her bled out, and her tensed wing relaxed outward again.

That bolt of awareness shot through him. Even in her slumber, she subconsciously submitted to his authority as if she trusted he would keep her safe.

Holy hell, he was in deep. Splinter had trained him from day one to be the leader he and his brothers needed. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined having his order obeyed so sweetly, so innocently, would awaken a side of him he never knew existed.

Leo remained there, sitting in the grass beside her, one hand still firmly on the back of her neck. Gently, he let his thumb draw circles along the column of her throat until she began to stir from slumber.

***

Slowly coming awake, Feronia nearly stretched like a cat at the warm, caressing touch at the back of her neck. Blinking awake blearily, strong thighs encased in black cargo pants greeted her confused gaze, and as she moved to rise to her knees, a warm smile began to lift the corners of her lips.

Until the memories of her birthday, now a week ago, assailed her as her gaze met pools of intense blue. All the warm fuzzy feelings that had began bubbling through her fizzled as her angry, sad frustration overrode everything.

She moved to shove his hand from her neck, but Leo’s grip remained solid. He was not going to let her go. “Unhand me.”

The warrior shook his head. “We are going to talk.”

Feronia stilled, and at that small halt in movement, Leo had his free arm snagged around her waist and began settling her down on his lap, her legs spread to straddle his thighs. It was an intimate position, the heat of their groins pressed together. She did her damnest to ignore the stiff bulge beginning to strain the confines of his cargo pants.

“I’m not sure I want to talk to you like this. Not if you are going to just tell me how to live my life. Dr. Grayston and the General won’t be a problem forever, you know.” Feronia cursed the hammering of her heart against her ribs, willing her voice to remain steady and unwavering while she tried to face this powerful man with just as much conviction as he was looking at her now.

A strong hand ran down the wide blade of one wing. “Even after them, these wings will always make you a target, Fer.”

She actually growled at him, her hands tightening in small little fists against the broad planes of his chest. “I know, but I can’t—”

Winding one arm solidly around her waist to keep her held against him, he reached behind him with the other, picking an object up out of the grass she hadn’t even noticed was there. Feronia gasped, her eyes going wide as she watched him bring the small crossbow between them. Tentatively, she reached out, one hand wrapping around the handle of the weapon.

When she tugged though, he did not relent Donatelo’s gift to her. Her eyes flicked up, captured and held resolutely in his.

“I promised you we would work on figuring out what this is we have growing between us. What we have is unique, Fer, and there are no guidebooks or map showing me the way. And that takes compromise, takes give and take, from both of us.”

Both of their hands still gripping the dainty crossbow, Feronia nodded as Leonardo’s smooth baritone washed over her.

“I can’t expect to control every aspect of your life. Nor do I want to. Donnie’s gift was just a fact I was not ready to accept…the fact that no matter how hard I strive to keep you safe, something will always be gunning for you, Feronia. Just like my brothers and I have to deal with. So you can have the weapon.”

A huge smile burst across her face.

“You can have the weapon,” Leonardo continued succinctly, “if you train with Donnie and me on how to fight with it correctly. You shouldn’t be shooting bolts to kill, but to incapacitate. Donnie is working now on several ideas…I believe he said something about bolts that would shock, some that would smoke...uh…honestly it was a bunch of techno mumbo jumbo I didn’t all grasp at the time. Can you do that? Will you train with me, Fer?”

Days of building frustration and anger, of lingering sadness, fell completely to the wayside. Abandoning her grip on the weapon, Feronia flung her arms around him, sliding her hands between the thick, strong column of his neck and the rise of his hard shell.

Leo shifted, the weapon clinking as he set it aside once more in the grass. Then his two arms were around her under her wings, holding her tight to him with a desperation she had never felt before. The ninja buried his face in the cascade of curls at her shoulder, breathing deep. You mean the world to me, Sweetheart. I will always work with you, Fer, if you work with me. This I vow. But until my brothers and I can hunt down the General and Dr. Grayston, I need you to remain hidden. Promise?”

Feronia nodded, leaning back to catch his look with her own. “I promise.”

He shifted under her, and the bulge in his cargo pants that had yet to abate rubbed up against her center, and she groaned aloud, causing the dangerous turtle to still for a beat. His low chuckle sent a tingle down her spine. “We will get to that in a bit. But I have a gift for you. I never got to give it to you at your party.”

Reaching into his pants, she curiously eyed the object he withdrew. It was a sheethed blade, easily as long as her forearm. The leather sheath looked like it had been tooled with great forethought…blue tinted leather made intricate stitching along the edges of the sheath, and a black metal handle sported from the open end of the sheath.

“Up on your knees a bit, Fer.”

Swallowing hard, she rose up until she straddled over him. A breath rushed from her lungs as one, battle calloused hand slipped under the edge of her yellow sundress, drawing the skirt up over the silky expanse of her smooth thigh. Glancing down, she watched him as he tied the sheathed dagger snuggly to her upper thigh, the pads of his fingers ghosting along her skin where the weapon’s sheath sat against her flesh. He never let her skirt fall back down, either.

“I want you to train with this, too. It will make me feel better knowing you have something a little less mechanical to protect yourself with.”

But Leo’s hand was beginning to trail up the back of her thigh, now beginning to slide over her right cheek as that one large hand cupped her ass.

One eye ridge rose.

Feronia gulped, words tumbling from her lips on instinct alone. “Yes, Sir.”

A growl rumbled from him even as his other hand snaked up under her wing to delve in the long curls of her hair. “God, what you do to me, Sweetheart.”

As he drew her mouth to his to take her lips in a demanding possession, hope flickered anew within the depths of her heart.

***

Author’s Note - largely a rough draft, and had to be split into two chapters otherwise with the action coming next, this would have been a 30 page chapter. Thank you for being patient with me, and hopefully I will be able to have the last two chapters cranked out soon.

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