DISCLAIMER: I don't own Digimon, and I don't own any of the characters that appear in this fic, except for the ones that I created. Sit back, relax and enjoy.
With a blinding flash of light, five figures emerged from the computer screen, falling on top of each other in a heap. The figures were those of the Digidestined, and they were exhausted to the point of collapse. They had just been through the fight of their lives, and, because of their fatigue, they didn't realize that one of their number was missing.
Davis Motomiya, the leader of the Digidestined and, coincidentally, the one on the bottom of the pile, groaned and rubbed the back of his head. His face was streaked with dirt and blood, yet his hair and trademark goggles, given to him by Tai Kamiya, the leader of the first generation Digidestined, were completely untouched.
"We've got to find a way to soften these landings," he said with a chuckle. "Although now I don't suppose we'll be going back to the Digi World anytime soon." The others laughed, but it was a hollow, unconvincing laugh. When they returned to the real world, they had to leave their Digimon partners behind. They had to leave their friends behind, and that's never an easy thing to do. They slowly untangled themselves, wincing in pain as they did so, and rose to their feet. As they dusted themselves off, a new figure entered the room. He was short for his age, with closely cropped orange-red hair. He smiled when he saw the Digidestined.
"I thought I heard you guys drop in," he said. Davis, fingering his torn jacket, scowled.
“That is not funny, Izzy," he said. "This was my best jacket!"
"I think we can live with a torn jacket if the price to pay was stopping MaloMyotismon." Everyone turned, as the owner of the last statement, Tai Kamiya, entered the room. His wild brown hair and cocky smirk were legendary among the girls of Odaiba Juniour High. He moved forward and clapped Davis on the back.
"We're all very proud of you guys," he said. "You've carried on the tradition of the Digidestined as well as anyone could have expected." He looked at each of the younger digidestined...and frowned. "Where's T.K.?" he asked. Davis' eyebrows rose.
"What do you mean?" he asked, turning to look behind him. "He's right..." He fell silent as he realized that T.K. Takaishi, the bearer of Hope, wasn't there. He looked at his fellow digidestined with a stunned look on his face. "He was just here, wasn't he?" he asked. They all looked to one another, but no one had an answer. Kari Kamiya, Tai's little sister, crossed her arms across her chest and put her foot down.
"This is NOT funny, Takeru Takaishi!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with anxiety. When there was no answer, her knees weakened and, had Davis not caught her, she would have fallen to the floor. "This isn't funny," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. Izzy sighed, shook his head and turned to where Tai was sitting. He had moved from the room and was now sitting on a stool, talking on the phone, but with who, Izzy wasn't sure. He was, however, able to hear Tai's last sentence before he hung up the phone: "Get over here now. We have a problem."