Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. Only my OC.

When Meda Santos was born...or reborn, she rather expected to find technological advances and different looking buildings...Well the buildings looked different...and the technology certainly did take her by surprise...in the fact that the most popular cell phone of the time was still a flip phone and laptops were still mostly thick rectangular blocks.

She had not expected to go back in time after dying at the tender age of 19 from a completely unexpected but typical hit and run drunk driver. She had, after figuring out her situation, not looked forward to going through puberty again, especially as a woman. Many a time in her previous life she wished she had been born a man, and just as many times she wished to be reborn as one. A wish that obviously was not granted.

Meda, at least, took comfort in her more than adequate new living arrangements. It was obvious from the ridiculously large, castle like estate that her parents owned that her family was wealthy and of apparent noble Spanish blood. Yes, that part had not changed much as her parents from her previous life had been Mexican so she was still Hispanic, but now she was also Asian as well.

Meda's new mother was a beautiful and kind Japanese woman that her new father met on a business vacation (whatever that means) and the two fell in love instantly despite my father's stern and admittedly noble countenance. Of course I had to be a strange one though, inheriting my mother's straight, raven black hair, my father's slightly tan skin and Hispanic features, my mother's petite frame, and my grandfather's impossibly forest green eyes that he got from who knows where.

After thankfully growing out of her baby and toddler phase, something that went quicker thanks to her previous knowledge of the Spanish and English language and her amazing baby learning abilities in regards to her new mother's native tongue, Japanese, she decided to take open and shameless advantage of her new position in life, as she had previously been low class, she took it upon herself to ask her parents for lessons in anything and everything she had wanted to learn in her previous life, starting as young as she could to take advantage of her child-brain's ability to retain information and amazing learning capabilities. She became an over-achiever in contrast to her past self's lazy and unmotivated nature.

Meda took equestrian classes, archery classes, martial arts classes, piano lessons, violin lessons, ocarina lessons, dancing classes, vocal classes, drama classes, art classes, and on the insistence of her father and mother after seeing her enthusiasm for learning; tea ceremonies, flower arranging, etiquette lessons, learning chess, go, shogi, and the history of two countries. The basics like math, science, Spanish, English, and Japanese were a given, but went by quicker again thanks to previous knowledge.

Because of Meda's genius and prodigious tendencies at such a young age, her parents thought it best she wasn't stuck with a bunch of toddlers way below her IQ level and instead had her home-schooled, hiring the best tutors and professors(her father refused to call them teachers.) Meda took the lessons without complaint, having asked for them, and even enjoying how accomplished she was becoming, but after they had become common place and she had begun to stop some lessons after having mastered them and doing them less often because of that, she began to enjoy her time with her new parents, loving them just as much as she did her old parents, despite how different they were, they were still her family.

Of course Meda's perfect life was too good to be true. After her lessons had slowed down and she had spent a few months bonding with her immediate family, her mother came down with an illness, one the doctors couldn't cure but assured her father wasn't contagious or genetic, and died a few weeks later, leaving the stoic and quiet father and daughter alone. With her gone, so was the laughter, the warmth, the joy. Her mother had been their light, without it the antisocial and serious father and daughter became distant with one another as they both needed to grieve alone, but even after they had grieved, the two remained awkward with each other, unable to properly show each other affection.

Meda's father showed his affection by buying her gifts he knew she'd love; giving her an art studio, a dance studio, a grand piano, a maestro violin, a sweet potato ocarina, even having her personal fashion designs made for her, her own color schemes and all. Her father wasn't worried about her future like her old parents were, seeing as she'd inherit his fortune after he died and even already set aside a generous amount that she could live off of comfortably for the rest of her life should he live a very long life, which both were hoping for, and he wasn't concerned about her maturity, seeing that she had more than most people she knew at a ridiculously young age and he knew that Meda would have no trouble finding a job if she chose to find one, not caring if she did or not. He was more concerned that she was so secluded and anti-social at such a young age, knowing he was the same, but still worrying for his beloved daughter.

In an effort to at least get his daughter some friends, since he at least had some, not many, but close and trustworthy, he decided to send her to Japan to live with her grandparents as a relatively normal child, though her mother's parents were rather well off, living in a large traditional Japanese mansion, but still not the castle and luxury she was used to. He knew she wouldn't mind as she had no complaints or trouble with the camping trips and adventures to other countries they took when her mother was alive. He had already explained to his in-laws how he wanted to have Meda experience life as a normal child, something he didn't know she had more or less experienced in her past life, and was currently preparing to say goodbye to the only love of his life after his dear wife passed. The separation would pain him, but he would do anything for his daughter.

Amando Santos watched his daughter gracefully descend the impressive stairs, the new servants behind her carrying her luggage and looking entirely put off and uncomfortable with his daughter's perfect poise, noble air, and mature demeanor. Most people generally were disturbed and amazed at his daughter's intelligence and maturity, at her grace and wit. His lip twitched as he saw his daughter expertly ignore their glowers. She was used to the attention, having been treated like a true princess since she was born, not one of those fairy tale girls, but a true princess of nobility, expected to train, to learn, to excel and be perfect, and she surpassed everyone's expectations, including his own. Not an easy feat and one that made him beam with pride despite his generally stern disposition. One did not need to hear him speak his pride for his daughter as the very air around him spoke multitudes of his utter pride and adoration for his daughter.

He saw that she only had on her her usual natural dark brown leather backpack, waterproofed and the military like belt pouches of matching color on both hips that he knew was carrying a professional grade medical kit, an all purpose Swiss army knife, her military grade phone, and art pencils and erasers. Her bag most likely held some of her favorite snacks, rations, a blanket, books, sketchbooks, and her favorite ocarina. Behind her, the servants were carrying her violin case and her canvases and easel.

Amando looked over what she was wearing and nodded minutely in approval. Most of the clothes she wore nowadays was designed by herself and he had to say that she had a professional talent for it, though he didn't pretend to know what was 'cool' nowadays he knew that her designs were well regarded as the people he sent her designs to to get them made have practically begged him to let them make them into a label, launching them into a a fashion line with more coming, but he refused them all since after asking his daughter she had said she wanted her clothes to be unique and stay that way, solely hers and he could respect and understand that as he looked at it from an artist's perspective.

Meda wore white and yellow sneakers that looked like they were meant for running with purple socks peaking out from beneath her ankles where the shoe started then. Her thin, well muscled legs (for a kid) were exposed by her matching purple jean shorts though it was mostly covered by a long, tight, cotton white tank top. Over that she wore a sunshine yellow sleeveless button up with a white fur edged hood and on her arms she wore purple finger-less gloves that ended midway on her upper arm, said part of covered upper arm was embroidered with the yin yang symbol. In her hair was a single matching yin yang hair clip that kept the straight bangs on the right side of her face from covering her eye, something her father insisted on since she usually let it cover her eye as it was supposed to do. The 'living on the fringe' hairstyle was meant to look like that, the longest her hair got being the bangs on her right side that followed her jaw line up to the rest of her short hair, professionally cut of course.

Her father was surprised at the light colors she was wearing since he knew his daughter preferred much darker colors, but thought nothing of it since she had occasionally worn bright colors before. The two stared meaningfully at each other when she stopped at the bottom of the stairs to look up at him...then she did the most surprising thing...she stepped forward and hugged him, her arms wrapping around his torso tightly. He was shocked for a moment before wholeheartedly returning the sudden but warm embrace. The warm hearted moment didn't last long as neither could show affection for a very long time and she was gone without a word, her embrace obviously having been her goodbye, one that her father accepted gratefully since both would have fumbled with words. They were both better at displaying their affection rather than speaking it, or rather he was. He knew his daughter was much better at giving emotional speeches if she wanted, but she knew that he was not one for them so didn't. He watched her go, waiting until her car turned past the grand gates and disappeared behind the high brick wall, hoping that she would make friends at the camp that his own wife had gone to when she was a child, worried because he knew all the kids would mostly know each other, but it was a chance for Meda to make friends with her soon to be classmates so he wasn't extremely worried. He would miss her, but he felt it was for the best she at least had some semblance of a normal childhood for some time...though he didn't know how wrong he was.

Meda roughly sketched out the story for Hercules in her sketchpad. She couldn't believe that Disney didn't exist in this alternate Earth, as she liked to call it. Pixar and Dreamworks and all those others didn't exist either, it was crazy, but somehow most of the anime she knew seemed to exist and so did american comics like marvel and DC, but they didn't have the classics? Ridiculous! Meda already planned on recreating the Disney movies and using her fortune to hire animators and all that to introduce them to this world. She had long ago written down all the songs and the story lines to the Disney songs she could remember, glad for her mysterious ability to remember her old life in perfect detail despite her poor memory in said life. She shrugged at that, not questioning whatever higher power that had allowed her to be reborn.

Meda was content with her life as it was, happier and more well off than in her previous life, one that left her feeling unfulfilled despite having supportive and loving parents, one that her new life helped fill with her many accomplishments and loving parents, though the second lasted much shorter than in her previous life. Somehow, though, she still felt like she was missing something, like something big was going to happen, the reason she was reborn at all.

She wasn't complaining about how much better off she was than in her old life, far from it she was extremely grateful, but she hadn't wanted to be reborn just to live a more privileged life, though it was a fantastic bonus. Meda had just always wanted adventure, one beyond her wildest dreams. She didn't care if it was fraught with life threatening peril, she just thought that that's what made it a true adventure. While travelling the world with her parents was fun and something she had wanted to do in her past life, it only partly fulfilled Meda's desire for an adventure, but Meda had a feeling that moving to Japan was going to change that somehow...and she was right.

Imagine Meda's shock when she arrives at a familiar looking camp after having caught up with the world news when she heard about the bizarre weather phenomena happening all around the world. Her shock became even greater when she actually knew some of the children at camp despite having never met any of them in person before. So shocked was she that it wasn't until later during the camping, when it started to snow in the middle of July, that she snapped out of her daze. After taking shelter from the blizzard in the cabin that she shared with frighteningly familiar children she decided to venture out when they did, wondering if she would be included in the next events or if it would still only involve the six that went out before her. She stared at them from her perch on the shrine stairs, turning her head when the spiky red headed boy still inside spoke.

"Still not working. Bummer." His black eyes went from his yellow and white laptop to his grey, antenna'd flip phone. "This storm's making a mess of my infrared internet connection."

"Hey, what's your name, Izzy! Come on out here! You gotta see this!" The brown, large-haired, spiky haired boy with goggles said. Meda turned back to the others who were making general sounds of awe and turned to see the familiar aurora borealis in the sky.

"It's beautiful! Magical even!" The girl in the pink dress and pink cowboy hat said.

"Yeah~" the brown haired boy agreed with a large grin.

"Yeah, but what is it?" Izzy questioned.

"Maybe an aurora?" The girl with the blue hat cap said.

"Aurora borealis...the northern lights." Meda murmured to herself, though the others had heard it in the awed silence.

"That's impossible!" Izzy replied. "You only see that in Alaska. We're way too far south." He said matter-of-factly.

"Tell that to the snow," Meda said, stealing what she knew should have been the blue capped girl's line, not that she seemed like she was going to say anything at all.

"I really think we oughta head back inside before we all come down with pneumonia!" The spiky, blue haired boy said nervously.

"And miss this? The sky is, like, short circuiting!" The spiky blond haired one said. What is with all the spiky haired boys? Meda thought to herself. Though she had to admit that at least the blond's was cool and added to his overall boyish, handsome features. A green whirlpool thundering in the clouds above pulled Meda out of her thoughts.

"Hey, what's that?" The brown haired boy asked. Almost right after he spoke, seven yellow streams of light descended from the vortex's center, the ends a fiery red as they came down at a frightening speed. They came down like small meteorites and Meda's first instinct was to run to the others and shield the youngest of the group.

"Everybody, brace yourselves!" Meda shouted as she ran to the small blond in the green hat by the older blond in record time, just in time to embrace him protectively as the foreign objects crashed around them and threw up small stone and plenty of snow.

"Everyone! Are you alright?" The blue capped girl asked in concern. Meda flushed when she noticed that the older blond had helped in shielding his younger sibling and in doing so partially shielded/embraced her as well. The two separated with slightly flushed faces, looking at anything but each other as Matt managed to answer the girl.

"Well, we're still here," he answered as he checked the younger boy.

"That was scary," the pink girl breathed out.

"W-what was it?" The blue haired, glasses wearing kid asked, sitting frozen on his butt. Izzy crawled over to one of the seven new holes in the snow.

"Meteors?" Izzy questioned only for a light to shine from all seven spots until it rose from the snow, the light dimming until it formed a protective bubble around what Meda knew was an original digivice. "Oh, ok, so it's not meteors." Izzy corrected as everyone stood and watched the strange devices ascend, everyone grabbing theirs before it could float out of their reach. Meda grabbed hers in amazement, wonder, and anticipation. So this was why she was sent here. To experience the first digimon adventure? She bit her lip to hide a grin of pure excitement and joy. Now this was a real adventure! Meda thought excitedly, not at all ashamed of being a digimon fan despite technically being thirty, mental wise. She was born a fan and died a fan. Her new life hadn't changed that aspect of her, she simply didn't have much to fangirl over anymore.

"What...are these?" The blue capped girl asked as they all began examining their devices, that well known high whistling sound echoing in Meda's ears, though she was fairly sure no one else heard it.

"Huh," Izzy said. "My guess is some sort of miniature remote digital apparatus." Izzy explained in an over complicated fashion as everyone stared at their devices. I Looked at my snow white and sun yellow device, wondering at how well my intuition worked for it to have matched my outfit.

"No instructions?" Joe asked. Suddenly the lake in front of them seemed to burst up and out sending a wave their way.

"Forget the instructions!" Goggle head shouted. "Surf's up!" Meda found it amazing how goggle head could make jokes at a time like this as she hugged the younger boy protectively to her, the water seeming to split down the center and pulling them in and making it seem like they were falling downward, something that Meda found much more disconcerting when she experienced it rather than just saw it on a TV screen, especially when they all spun from head to feet, the pink clothed girl's shout the last thing Meda heard.

"I wish I had gone to cheer leading camp!" An array of digital looking colors warped Meda's vision as she held onto the boy tightly until she couldn't hold on anymore and passed out.

"Mistress, Mistress, time to get up!" Meda, used to being called mistress by her servants got up groggily.

"I'm up, I'm up," she murmured sleepily, rubbing her eyes when she looked at her chest to see why it felt heavy. On it she spotted a lemon yellow creature with four stubby legs, two pointed ears and a fluffy yellow white tipped fox tail, staring at her with large ice blue eyes. Then Meda did something that she had never done in this life and rarely did in her past one. She squealed happily like the young girl she was and gently and warmly hugged the small creature to her, cuddling it and rubbing their faces together lovingly.

"Ohh, you're absolutely adorable~!" Meda cooed at the creature lovingly, making it blush profusely.

"Ah, th-thank you Mistress." The clearing of someone's throat made Meda freeze and look up to see the older and younger blond looking down at me, the younger giggling in amusement and the older looking away slightly with a light blush on his cheeks. Both had their own strange looking creatures accompanying them.

"What exactly are you guys?" The older blond asked. The yellow creature answered him.

"We're your friends. We've been waiting for you. I've been waiting for you, Meda," the yellow creature told me specifically. "My name's Viximon. I'm your partner!" Meda tilted her head, but the young blond was the one who spoke next.

"Partner?" The older blond held his hand out to help her up when Viximon hopped gracefully out of her arms and she took it gratefully, a small smile on her lips as she accepted it, her smile growing just a bit bigger when she saw him flush lightly at the contact. He pulled away quickly, but not rudely, putting his hands behind his back before composing himself and clearing his throat.

"My name's Matt, by the way, and this is my little brother TK," Matt introduced. Meda smiled warmly at the two, making them both flush lightly.

"My name's Meda, like Viximon said. Nice to meet you both."

"Y-yeah," Matt said, flush still in place as he scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Oh! My name's Tokomon!" The pinkish blob with antennas near TK introduced, the horned one in Matt's arm doing the same.

"And I'm Tsunomon, a pleasure to meet you." He said politely. Suddenly TK's partner went running off.

"Oh! I can smell the others from here! Let's meet up with the rest of your friends." TK of course went running after him immediately.

"Wait up, Tokomon!"

"Ah! TK!" He shouted after him, looking between Meda and his departing brother. He quickly grabbed Meda's hand and ran after him, the sudden contact making both Meda and Matt blush though Matt held it in better since his concern for his brother was overcoming it. Eventually we finally heard Tokomon come to a stop.

"Hey, TK, over here!"

"Coming!" TK replied cheerfully. He burst from the foliage behind a tree and into a clearing. "Tokomon there you are!"

"TK!" Matt shouted in worry, pulling along a willing Meda, Viximon riding on her shoulder and Tsunomon in Matt's arm.

"Hey, Matt! You too?!" Goggle head called out when the three came into view of the rest of the group.

"Yeah, I'm here, too." He said, making Meda put a hand over her mouth to hide her smile, knowing that wasn't what the other kid meant.

"No~, I meant that under your arm." He said as Matt had shifted it as he came to a stop.

"Oh, this guy? Yeah well..." The horned creature flushed lightly under everyone's scrutiny.

"Hello, you all appear pleasant," he greeted. "Tsunomon is my name and I am quite pleased to meet you." All eyes turned to TK who was bonding happily with his 'partner' when a familiar panicked shout made everyone turn yet again.

"He~lp!" The blue bespectacled boy burst from the forest, running towards us in a panic.

"Joe?!" Goggle head exclaimed.

"Help me! This thing-! This thing-!" He stopped and put his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. "It won't leave me alone!" He cried out.

"Hey, who are you calling a thing?" A strange brownish grey creature with a lock of messy orange hair on his head hopped on Joe's shoulder. "I'm no stuffed animal. The name is Bukamon." The creature named Bukamon only laughed when Joe began to scream at his appearance, at least until he saw that everyone else had a strange creature too and weren't panicking in the least.

"W-what's wrong with you guys? Don't you see this creature hanging off me?" His gaze drifted from the human group to the digimon group closer to the ground. "And those creatures standing right there!" He yelped comically. "They're-they're everywhere! What are they?!" Bukamon hopped off of Joe and joined his friends.

"We're~"

"Digimon!" The all said in unison. "Digital Monsters." Adorable, Meda thought. I bet these six don't remember that night when Greymon and that giant parrot digimon fought. Otherwise goggle head would have remembered Koromon, or Aguman, or whoever his partner is. Goggle head stepped up to his leadership role.

"Digital Monsters?" He questioned.

"Yes, digimon!" All the digimon answered in unison again.

"But we're not just digital monsters, we're much more than that!" Koromon started. "We're kinda cute!"

"And very loyal," Tsunomon said.

"With beautiful hair," the blue capped girl's digimon said.

"Or maybe no hair at all!" Izzy's pink blob said.

"We're strong of will," Viximon said.

"And funny," Bukamon said with a laugh.

"And adorable," Tokomon finished.

"It's a pleasure to meet each of you. My name's Tai and these are my friends from camp." He looked to the blue capped girl next to him. "I'd like you to meet Sora."

"Hi, nice place you got here. Except for the bugs." She said pleasantly.

"And the self proclaimed cool one over there is Matt," Tai said.

"No autographs, please." He said jokingly with a smirk.

"And this is Joe." He motioned to said tall boy.

"I'd shake hands...if you had any," he said with a genial smile, obviously calmed down.

"Izzy here is our computer expert," Tai said motioning to the shortest besides TK.

"Do you have internet access?" He asked, completely disregarding his intro.

"This is...um?" Tai paused when he got to Meda since no one knew who she was.

"Meda." She said, shortly, not bothering any further than that.

"Er...right, Meda." His grin returned when he turned to the final of the group, the youngest. "And last but not least this little guy is, uh-"

"TK, call me TK," he piped up with a smile. "And I'm not as small as I look."

"There now, is that everybody?" Tai asked.

"We're missing someone very pink." Meda stated in all seriousness, making the others look at her funny before they realized who she meant.

"Now, now, her name is Mimi," Tai said as if he suddenly remembered.

"Well, perhaps she's out picking flowers or going on a nature hike or a-," Izzy offered before he was cut off by yet another scream, making them all turn to its source in alarm.

"Somebody help me!" They heard Mimi scream in the distance.

"Okay, so she's not picking flowers," Izzy said as they all ran to help her out. They reached another clearing in the trees as Tai shouted out for her.

"Mimi?! Where are you?!" She came screaming, running out from behind some trees as if on cue, a cute green sprout like digimon following her, also panicking. Tai immediately assumed that was the issue. "It's okay Mimi-" Of course that idea was thrown out the window when they heard something crashing into trees and being knocked down and they all looked up to see a giant red beetle digimon chasing Mimi from the sky. "It's that big bug again!" Tai shouted as they came to a stop. It swooped menacingly over their heads.

"Friend of yours?" Meda questioned with a smirk, making Matt smirk as well and TK giggle when Tai scowled.

"No way!"

"Mimi, are you alright?" The sprout digimon asked the girl sitting loosely on her legs.

"I think so," Mimi said breathlessly.

"Don't worry, Tanemon's here to protect you," the newly named sprout digimon reassured. Sora was immediately at her side, which suited Meda just fine as she disliked pink, people, and was bad at comforting them, a triple threat.

"Hey, it's okay now," Sora said softly as she kneeled next to the distraught Mimi.

"Oh, Sora," Mimi looked up at her with teary eyes. The bug digimon roared.

"Hey now! Here he comes!" Tai shouted in warning.

"Run!" Meda shouted in exasperation as they watched him dive into the trees towards them. They all ran through the forest, Matt and Meda both grabbing one of TK's hands and making sure he didn't trip.

"Down!" Both Meda and Matt shouted as they looked behind them and pushed TK down protectively when the large digimon dove for them again, missing them narrowly. Joe sat up weakly, looking at the bug digimon in horror.

"Will this nightmare never end?" He yelped and flinched when a broken tree branch full of foliage dropped next to him. "My mom is going to want a complete and total refund!" He said with a shaky voice.

"Here he comes again!" Sora's digimon said.

"Okay, that does it!" Tai shouted, standing up indignantly. "No more running away!"

"But what else can we do?" Sora asked.

"It's a giant red bug digimon that has who knows what kind of freaky powers," Meda said in exasperation as she helped Matt with TK.

"They're right! There's no way we can fight that thing!" Man, I wonder how cool it would have been to digivolve into a digimon like in Digimon Frontier, Meda thought distractedly after hearing Matt's words.

"Not win, anyway," Izzy added helpfully. Another roar as it got closer. So they all ran again, as fast as they could through the forest...until the forest ended and they were faced with a naked, sheer cliff.

"Great," Matt said sarcastically. "Anybody bring a helicopter?"

"No but any blankets or extra shirts we have could act as parachutes that could make us descend slow enough to survive while only leaving less serious injuries," Meda said to herself, though everyone heard her since it was pretty quiet save for the crashing going on behind them in the forest. There was no constant chattering of people, or zooming cars and other things to cover up her muttering to herself anymore.

Tai approached the edge cautiously.

"Careful Tai." Sora said in worry. He sighed when he saw it was sheer cliff, with only a river waiting at the bottom.

"There's no way down, we're either going to have to find another way or follow Meda's idea," he said.

"There is no other way and I'm afraid it's too late anyway," Meda said, the rest about to question her before they all ran to the edge of the cliff near Tai when the bug digimon burst out of the forest's edge, toppling the trees in his way and nearly hitting Tai as he zoomed over.

AN: Sorry for the bad cliff hanger, you should already have an idea what happens anyways. Every chapter's gonna have around five thousand words, the least will be around four thousand and the most six thousand, but it should mostly stay on the five average. Thanks for reading, reviews are appreciated.