Disclaimer: I don't own the characters (except Casey and Jake). Someone must own them. But I don't and so a really don't care.

Notes: First of all, I did it! I finally did it! I've been writing fanfiction for about two years (Animorph, Star Trek, South Park, Pokemon, X-Files, Stargate and more, I'm sure) and finally I've work up the nerve to post something. Second, I'm terrible with grammer and spelling. I've look over this real hard and corrected all the mistakes I couls find. I even took down my dictionary, brushed of the dust, and used it. The story shouldn't be hard to read. Last of all, this is the very first part of a very large epic. I've got it all planned out and now all I have to do is write the parts. Enjoy reading and remember that congraulations and critism are always welcome.

Digi-Destinty Will Always Be There

Part 1 - Return Section 1 - At the end of the day...

It was nearing the end of the work day. Koushirou Izumi, but usually known as Izzy, was shutting down the computers for the night. The door to the control room openned and a woman, bearing coffee, walked in.

"Hey, Iz." she said, handing out a cup of Joe, "Almost done?" "Almost done, Case" Izzy replied, taking the cup. Casey sat down on the arm rest and wrapped her arm around Izzy's neck. In the months they had been together their relationship had become less professional and more intimate. Ironic, even funny, in a way, considering their seperate backgrounds. Casey had been born in a two room health clinic on a reserve in nothern Manitoba, Canada. Her father hadn't stayed around long enough to find out if his kid was a boy or girl. As for her mother, who had problems that Casey wouldn't even tell Izzy, she'd lasted until Casey was in second grade. Casey had just came home, after an espcially rough day at school, to find her mother in the bathroom, her brains spilled out across the shower. Her aunt had raised her after that but Casey hadn't really cared. She had only one thing on her mind, getting out. So she worked hard in school, harder than anyone else. She got scholarships and out of of what she considered her prison. She had never looked back. And now it seemed to be paying off. She had a good job and a guy she really loved. As for Izzy, he was working highschool courses when others were learning 3 to the power of 3, he was into complex trig when his pals were struggling to understand basic algebra. He could have found a well paying job and a nice place near home. Instead he choosed to move Toronto, Canada to work on a project, that might lose funding any day now, where the pay didn't cover half his skills. But Izzy wouldn't dare ask for anything else. No. Like Casey, he'd really found a place. Still, there were things he had to get use to, like the colder weather and not being called by his proper name. You see, people were always mispronouncing Izumi and forget about Koushirou. So, mostly he went by Izzy, that had been only a nickname before.

"After we're done, I'd thought we'd go home," Casey leaned closer and whispered into Izzy's ear "We could order a pizza, light some candles," Casey began to nibbled tenderly at the tip of Izzy's ear. "Open a bottle of wine, turn off the lights." Izzy couldn't keep his hands off his girlfriend any longer. He moved his free hand between Casey's jacket and shirt and rubbed her back and waist. He didn't dare go any further because he knew once he started he'd never stop. The control room was private but not that private!

"Stop it!" Casey hissed, although she was enjoying every minute of it. "We're suppose to be working." "I can't express my love by stroking my girlfriend?" "The word's caresse, Izzy." "I know." And he went for her neck, like a vampire. There was no stopping him now. All he could do was pray to whatever God would listen that no one would walk through the door. Nothing could stop Izzy now, not even himself. Well, maybe one thing.

The computure system whirled to life and warning lights flashed on and off. Izzy jumped to his feet. Casey crashed to the floor but quickly got up, buttoning up the top, and only button, on her shirt. They could just imagine their explanation to the boss. "You see, sir, we're sorry we let the computers melt down but we were just about to f-". Their thoughts were broken by what they were seeing on the screen where the satatlite picture should have been. Stress should. It had gone blank then snowed over. Casey, all business now, sat at her station. Izzy was already typing into the computer, asking what the HELL was going on and getting no clear answer back. But the snow cleared and a face became visuable. Izzy paled horribly.

"What is it, Iz?" Casey asked, rolling her chair over. Izzy tried to answer but he found that his throat had gone dry and his tounge had grown too large for his mouth. He knew this person, this face. The beady eyes. The pinched mouth. The long, white flowing hair. The wrinkled skin.

"Genni," was all Izzy managed to say through his parched lips.

Part 1 - Return Section 2 - Go Sora, Go!!

"Sora! Sora! Sora!" the crowd chanted, started slowly and with more than a little hesitation, but growing quickly and steadly into a roar as the team's top scorer raced across the field. She was on a break away. No one, not even the devil himself, could catch her now. It was all in slow motion and Sora Takenouchi knew it was going to be perfect. The goalie was never going to get this one, no matter how high she could jump. She kicked and the crowd held it's breath. For the brief few seconds it took for the black and white ball to pass through the two goal post, no one breathed. And then they did. The ball passed over the goalie's head, she just brushed it with her fingertips. The ref called the goal. The crowd went wild. One side rose up in cheers, the other spat out curses. The field swarmed with Soar's teammates. They ran into her, screaming and hugging and laughing. They knocked her down and piled over her. Sora's feet got caught under her as she fell, twisting her ankle. But did she care? No way! She'd won! She'd won! She'd won the college championship! She smiled and laughed with the rest of them until someone, an old friend, helped her to her feet. She reconized the face quickly, even though it had been awhile. It was Taichi "Tai" Takaishi. And even though it was likely that he was here to congratulate her, Sora knew perfectly well that wasn't the case.

"You were great." Tai said. "What is this about?" Sora replied in cut-the-crap additude. Tai didn't seem to be paying attention. "Guess those scholarships of yours payed off." And he smiled at her. She'd forgotten that smile. It had been so long.

They'd been friends before the Digi World but the friendship had intensified while all the adventures were going on. They got close, too close for their ages and they regretted it bitterly later on in life. They had needed each other so badly in Digi World but once they left, for good, they didn't seem to need each other any more. More over, they seemed to have destroyed the friendship they had had before. They drifted apart. For awhile, they both played soccer, though the games were no longer co-ed. Then, in the last years of highschool, Tai changed the course of his life. He quit soccer all together and focused on the arts, mainly drawings and sketchs. The last Sora had heard of Tai was he'd gone to some fancy art school, paid by his parents. The last Tai had heard of Sora was she'd won several scholarships, for excellent soccer skills. But now they were together again and it wasn't an accident.

"What's going on?" Sora repeated. Tai, again, didn't reply. Instead he made a move as if to kiss Sora. She moved back, as he knew she would, and he whispered, "Genni" into her ear. Sora's blood went cold and goosebumps ran up and down her arms. A light breeze nearly toppled her over. She raced to regain he balance only to put too much weight on her bad ankle. She let out a cry of pain, as Tai had to steady her. "Are you-" Tai managed to get out before one of Sora's teammates came running up. She looked with suspicion at Tai's hands still around Sora's waist but then dicided to ignore it. "You coming Sora?" she asked impatintly. "They're about to award the trophy." Sora scrambled for a plausable excuse. She had to get alone with Tai, to talk. "Actually, no." "What?!" "I've twisted my ankle, bad, I think. Tai was just about to take me to hospital." Again the teammates eyes glared Tai over, more critical. *He must be some guy,* she though, *to get Sora away from the biggest moment of her life.* But the teamate left without another word. Sora sighed. "Am I actually taking you to the hospital?" Sora tried to put some weight on to her foot and winced. "I think you should." They made a big show of Sora hobbling off and Tai supporting her, maybe a bit more than they had to. "So, explain." Sora ordered, when they were out of the main crowd. "Well, basically it's this," Tai explained. " A couple of hours ago I get a long distance phone call from Izzy, telling me Genni's just contacted him." "Oh, boy." Sora groaned. "I know. Anyways, Izzy says we've got to round everyone else up and get back to the Digi World." Sora refused to hobble another step. 'You've got to be kidding me." "'Fraid not." "But...but... we can't... I mean, I don't know where anyone is. Matt and TK moved away years ago. I don't even know if they are still in the country. Mimi graduated and is gone. Joe dissapeared around the same time. That leaves you, me, Kori and Izzy, who happens to be in the United States-" "Canada" "-right now. How are we suppose to get together? And if we do, how are we getting back to the Digi World?" They reached Tai's truck. He opened the door and boasted Sora up. "Get in and I'll explain." Tai started up the engine, "Our digi-vices. That's the key. You still have yours?" Sora nodded. "Good, Genni gave Izzy instructions. We can use the digi-vices as personal dimentional transporters. At least, that's what, I think, Izzy said. We don't need to be together as a group. We only have to contact everyone and tell them how to set up their vices. While Izzy is trying to figure out Genni's instructions, we can contact everyone." The drove about a mile in silence before Sora spoke up. "You know this is riduculas, right?" Tai didn't answer the question. He wasn't required to. "I mean, here we are. Grown up but about to go back to the world where all our childhood nightmares were spawned. And I have a twisted ankle."

To Be Continued...

There is my first part. Hopfully my next parts will be longer. I just had to put something down before I lost my nerve.