🐢💙 ONE-SHOT: “Enemy of My Enemy” | (TMNT 2012 Leonardo x Reader – Foot Clan AU)
The world smells like metal and disinfectant. You wake up to fluorescent lights buzzing overhead and the distant echo of Kraang chatter—flat, distorted, and completely unconcerned with the fact that you feel like your skull just went through a washing machine.
You try to move. You can’t.
Your arms are tied behind your back, wrists bound with some glowing alien restraint, your legs secured to a chair that definitely isn’t ergonomic. When you shift, you realize you’re not alone.
There’s someone back-to-back with you. A shell. Blue bandana.
“Of all the people in New York,” you mutter, “it had to be you.”
Leonardo exhales sharply behind you.
“Funny. I was thinking the exact same thing.”
You and Leonardo of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Foot Clan agent and self-appointed hero of the city.
You’ve fought dozens of times. You’ve almost beaten him. He’s almost beaten you.
You’ve never been this close.
“How long was I out?” you ask.
“Long enough for them to tie us up and drag us here. So… not ideal.”
You roll your eyes, testing the restraints.
“You turtles are supposed to be stealthy. What happened?”
“We were ambushed,” he snaps, then sighs. “And don’t start. This is not the time for your Foot Clan commentary.”
You smirk despite the situation.
“Relax, leader boy. If Kraang wanted us dissected, we’d already be in jars.”
As if on cue, a Kraang droid rolls past the doorway, scanning the room. You both freeze. When it leaves, Leo leans his head back against yours.
“We need to get out of here. Together.”
“Together? I work for the Foot. You’re the enemy.”
“Right now, the Kraang are the enemy. Which makes you… inconveniently temporary ally.”
“Wow. That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
You twist your wrists, trying to reach the knots.
“These restraints are alien polymer. Cut-resistant, energy-conductive, and—”
“—And impossible to break without tech,” you finish. “Yeah, Donatello gave me a lecture once. Long story.”
You tilt your head, thinking.
“You still have your swords?”
You both fall silent for a moment, listening to the hum of machinery.
“Okay. New plan. You and I lean sideways, tip the chairs, and see if we can reach something sharp.”
“You mean we’re going to dramatically fall over and hope the universe likes us?”
“Great. I’ve always trusted chaos.”
“On three,” Leo whispers.
You both throw your weight to the side. The chairs scrape. You tumble. Hard. Your head almost hits the floor, but Leo twists so his shell takes the impact instead.
“OW. Okay. That was… not graceful.”
You’re now lying on the floor, still tied together like the world’s worst buddy system.
“Congratulations,” you say. “We are now even more trapped.”
He wriggles, rolling you both toward a nearby table.
“You’re crushing my leg.”
“You’re crushing my shell.”
“You’re the one with the armor!”
You reach the table and manage to grab a broken piece of Kraang tech with your fingers.
“Sharp enough,” you mutter.
You carefully saw at the restraints. Sparks fly.
“If this explodes, I’m blaming you,” Leo says.
“If it explodes, you won’t be around to blame me.”
The restraints finally snap with a flash of light. You both scramble to your feet, rubbing your wrists. For a moment, you just stare at each other.
Now very inconveniently free in a Kraang base.
“So,” you say. “Truce until we’re out?”
Leo nods, already in leader mode.
You shake hands. It feels weird.
You move through the corridors, dodging Kraang patrols. Leo’s stealth is impressive—he moves like a shadow. You follow, but whisper:
“You know, for a turtle, you’re freakishly quiet.”
“And for a Foot agent, you’re freakishly talkative.”
You smirk. A Kraang droid spots you.
You both react instantly. Leo flips forward, knocking it back, while you grab a pipe and smash the control panel. The droid collapses.
“Nice teamwork,” he says.
You reach an exit hatch—but it’s sealed. Kraang alarms blare.
“We’re surrounded,” you mutter.
Leo stares at the door, then at the panel.
“I can override it. But I’ll need time.”
“You’ve got five seconds,” you say, already blocking the hallway.
Droids pour in. You fight back-to-back, just like earlier, but this time by choice. He covers your blind spot. You cover his.
“Three seconds!” he shouts.
You kick a Kraang into a wall.
The door opens. You grab Leo’s wrist and yank him through.
You burst onto a rooftop, the city lights blinding after the sterile lab. The door slams shut behind you. You both collapse onto the concrete, breathing hard. For a moment, there’s silence. Then:
“Well,” you say. “That was bonding.”
Leo laughs despite himself.
“Don’t tell my brothers.”
You sit up, brushing dust off your uniform.
You meet his gaze. He looks… different outside of battle. Less commander, more teenager.
“We’re still enemies,” he says.
You stand, turning to leave.
“But,” he adds, “thanks for not letting me get dissected.”
You walk off into the city, already knowing next time you meet, you’ll be trying to knock each other out again.
