Chapter 1:

(A/N – I'm not dead yet! Yes, I know it's been months since I last updated, but with my rise and fall through the ranks at work, plus my new truck, plus a writers block the size of Australia, I've neglected my story--NO LONGER! I'm back baby with a renewed sense of dedication to my writings and a desire to see it through to the end! During my downtime, I had the chance to go back and think about what works, what don't, and what I really should add to the story to make it the best one I've ever written. To that end, I've decided to go back and re-edit my story and re post the chapters without deleting and re uploading the entire story. So don't look at this as being a new story--look at this as being a rebirth of an idea!)

Digi-Socky Baby Boom!

By: KhakiBlueSocks

Chapter One – New Angel Thesis

It's been years since he had been in this room. A fine layer of dust covered everything from the bookshelves along the wall, to the giant wall covered with maps and digital hieroglyphics where he once explained the nature of the world he lives in to one particularly curious young boy with wild orange-red hair, big yellow gloves ("What was it with these kids and gloves anyway?" he thought curiously) and thick green socks.

There had been no real reason for Gennai to come into this room at all anymore; the gigantic maps depicting the many lands of the Digital World were long since outdated, since those many years ago. The books resting in piles on the desks around him were converted to digital media years ago, and even then, the information in them were long since outdated. The prophecy had been fulfilled. Evil has been cast out of the digital world and all was at peace.

But…something was calling to him from inside this room…something he couldn't quite put his finger on…a fragmented and distant memory slowly coming back together like a puzzle.

"Well, no sense in just standing around, I may as well straighten up in here." Gennai said to himself as he began picking up papers from the floor. Every so often, Gennai wold look study a piece of paper, cocked his head to one side as if to ask "Is it you? Are you calling to me?" When satisfied that the paper would yield no answers, he would simply set it aside and move on.

After about an hour, the old man sat in a newly cleared chair, sighing heavily. "These old bones need a rest..." he blew out from parted lips. He glanced at the desk next to him and blinked at a lone piece of parchment paper sitting on the table. He reached for it and read it, a smile slowly growing on his face.

"Please always recycle."

Three words that he thought he would never see or hear again; not because he didn't believe in recycling; Gennai always made sure to separate plastics from glass on recycling day.

These words were the mysterious ending to a prophecy that helped save both the digital world and the real world from certain annihilation. These words signified the end of one adventure and the beginning of another. This also brought about the reunification of partner and Digimon, and served as the primer for the birth of one of the most powerful ultimate digital creatures in this world.

Gennai folded the small piece of paper carefully and wheeled the desk chair behind the now cleared desk. Outside the large picture-window, a small fish swam by in the pink waters of the lake outside. He opened the drawer to slip the paper inside the desk and froze.

There, nestled under papers decorated with random scribbles and symbols was a dark brown stone tablet. The old man picked up the tablet and studied it in the light.

"Impossible. It can't be the Myotismon prophecy tablet. I gave it back to the archeologists' years ago—wait a minute…It's broken," he thought, fingering the broken, rugged edge at the top. "It's from the original tablet, but these are new symbols and codes. Is it something we missed; a missing piece of the prophecy?"

Gennai quickly snapped on the lights, illuminating the massive room with a fluorescent glow. He raced around the room, pulling books from off the newly dusted shelves and returned to his desk, studying the shapes and symbols.

"So this is what was calling to me." Gennai thought, as he flipped through the books around him, scribbling random notes in his nearby notebook.

Gennai reclined back in the chair, dropping his pen on the floor below with a near hollow 'tink'.

He had been working non-stop for hours. The notebook in front of him was wide open, notes and scratch outs covering the pages. The desk, which just 10 hours ago was cleared, was now just as messy as before he started, books, notebooks, pictures scattered with a purpose around the desktop.

The old man slowly closed his eyes. He had not eaten a thing since that morning's breakfast, and he was sure that he missed an appointment with somebody, but was too tired to remember or even, dare he say it, care.

"Gennai! Hey, Gennai! Where are you?"

That voice...the voice that called out to him. Who was it?

He opened his eyes part-way as he saw the study door open and a pair of long, red and blue-tipped ears stick through the gap, followed by the red head and body of Elecmon, his blue eyes regarding him with part worry, part annoyance.

"Hey! Gennai! What's up? We had a lunch scheduled for later today, but you never showed!"

Gennai's lips curled upwards in a smile. "I'm sorry, my young friend. Please forgive me. I've been working like a mad-man for the last couple of hours and I lost track of all the time."

The old man sat up, yawning loudly as he flipping through the notebook in front of him. "Truth be told, as soon as I finished my little nap, I was going to contact you."

Elecmon regarded the old man curiously. "Me? Why me?"

"You recall the Myotismon prophecy, correct?"

"Of course. It's one of the most famous prophecy's in the Digital World. It predicted the fall of Myotismon, and it also started the mass recycling movement throughout the world."

"Well, I recently uncovered a piece of the original prophecy tablet and it contains text that you might find interesting."

Gennai ruffled through the papers of the desk, while the fire engine red digimon looked on, confusion building in his wrinkled brow. After a minute, he produced a picture showing a brown tablet, similar to the one that lay before him.

"Now, here's the original Myotismon prophecy. And here..." he pushed the stone tablet next to the picture. "...is the rest of it."

Elecmon's blue eyes darted from the image, to the tablet, to the notebook on the table, reading the text out loud.

"The sky will be darkened by the wings of many bats. The fallen people will invoke the name of the undead digimon king and when the clock strikes the hour of the beast, the undead king will reveal himself in his true form as the beast. Then angels will shoot arrows of hope and light at the loved ones of those they've been sent to protect, and a miracle will happen. Please always recycle."

"The angels will be bonded to those they've been sent to protect and guard them and their loved ones for the duration of their lives. During this time, the chosen will bring forth the newest generation of chosen. Courage and Love will be put through a trial where evil will attempt to prevent the emergence of the new chosen. An outsider will confront Courage, heal Love and a miracle will happen, causing him to become endowed with Memories. The angels of Hope and Light will be as one and a new life will grow within the body of the angel of Light as well as the ones that they have been sent to protect. The angel of Hope shall not leave the angel of Light during this time and shall remain with the angel of Hope during the hour of emergence. At the anointed hour, the skies will darken and the angel of Light shall bring forth the new life in pain from her body at the time of emergence, causing a great wave of peace to flood the digital world forevermore. Please Don't Waste Water.

"Hold up, wait a minute, are you kidding me?"

Elecmon stared up at Gennai, awestruck, his ice blue eyes growing wider by the second as he spoke.

"I checked and double checked this prophecy more times than I can care to count. It is accurate."

"But if what the prophecy is saying is true, then it's impossible. A Digimons primary method of reproduction is ova-position--we lay eggs or adopt eggs recycled from deleted Digimon; we do not give birth to living young."

"All things being equal, Elecmon, I would agree with you," Gennai said, looking down at the fire engine red digimon. "However, things are not equal. The ancient texts state that the angel of Light will birth a new life into the world from her body." He continued, gesturing to the broken tablet on his desk. "And, seeing as the prophecies have been right so far--"

"But we've never dealt with anything like this before." Elecmon said, walking to the window as a barracuda swam past. "The closest thing we've come to it was that time--"

"I know, I know. I remember that event all too well," Gennai interrupted, holding up a hand as though trying to deflect the memory. "I don't particularly desire to remember that incident."

Elecmon looked down, brow furrowing even more. "I just don't know how we're going to handle this situation."

"Well it looks as though we'll have to wing it, my friend." Gennai said, looking at the map on the giant wall. "Or in your case, you may have to play it by ear."

Elecmon growled as the insides of his long ears flushed pink. "Hey! What have I told you about talking about my ears?"

"I'm kidding, my friend; just kidding. Now, I recommend that you tell her as soon as you get back to Primary Village Something tells me she's getting the feeling that something just isn't right…"

Gatomon looked up from the bowl of the toilet. Something was not right.

For what had to have been the third time that day, and the umpteenth time during the last two months, she was kneeling in front of the toilet, the contents of her stomach once again seeing the light of day before splashing in the water of the bowl. The last time it happened, she was out for her normal morning climb up the large oak tree by their house. This time, she was just laying on the couch with Patamon, reading the newspaper as she normally did on Sundays.

"Ano...Gato-chan? Are you okay?" a worried voice called from behind the cracked door.

The white cat gave a small smile to herself as she tried to pull herself up. "Poor Pata-Pata; he only says 'ano' when he's worried about something." she thought. "I'm fine, Pata-Pata; you can come on in if you don't mind seeing me looking a mess."

The door slowly opened, and blue met blue.

"It's funny..." Gatomon thought as Patamon came over, stopping at the bathroom sink to wet a towel. "But even though our eyes are the same color, no matter how sick I am, his eyes always seem to make me feel better."

Patamon set the cold towel on his partner's head. "You have got to talk to Elecmon about this. This is really getting serious, Gato-chan."

Gatomon purred softly, feeling the coolness soak through her fur. "I just don't know what's going on with me...if I move, I throw up. If I stay still, I throw up. And, don't try and make me feel better about this, but I know I'm feeling and looking heavier than normal."

Patamon rubbed his partners back, from the top of her neck, down her spine, and right up to the tip of her tail, causing her to yelp with delight. "Don't worry. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's nothing some medicine and rest won't cure."

"I hope you're right Pata-Pat--"

Knock-knock-knock...

Gatomon slowly sat up, "It's the door. I'll get--"

"Oh, no you don't. I'll get it. You go ahead, clean up and lay down. I'll be back there in a minute." Patamon said, kissing her forehead and waking out the bathroom door.

Gatomon smiled as she wearly slumped to the sink and turned on the water, looking at herself in the mirror as she filled a small cup with water. "Kitty, what the heck is wrong with you?" she thought to herself as she gulped the water in her mouth, swishing it around. "You look like crap, you're throwing up crap, and you're also getting pudgy, which is a lot of crap! What's going on? Where is that sleek, lean, alert, independent hip cat that fought the Dark Masters? I mean, I know I'm bonded to Patamon now, but still, has married life changed me that much?"

"Gato-chan, its Elecmon!" Patamon called from the living room.

The digital cat spit the water out in the toilet and flushed it, lowering the seat and lid. "I'm on my way." She rinsed the towel under the flowing water and scrubbed her face, taking care to clean her whiskers. And then, after a final check, she walked out the door into the living room where Elecmon sat, sweating as though he ran the distance from Primary his lap was a worn looking notebook.

"Hi, Elecmon, Long time no see. We were just talking about you." Gatomon greeted.

"Yeah, Gatomon has been throwing up almost daily now for weeks," Patamon said, causing his mate to glare at him. "We were wondering if you could tell us what's going on."

"Well...that's kind of why I'm here...I just came from Gennai's house and he found something interesting...something that pertains to the two of you." Elecmon said, opening the notebook and flipping through the pages. "And it's relating to the Myotismon prophecy."

"Really? What is it?"

"Well...I'll let you read for yourself," the electric digimon said, handing the pair the notebook. "The part on the top is the original prophecy. The bottom is what was just discovered."

Gatomon sat next to her partner on the couch as the pair began reading the prophecy out loud.

Gatomon and Patamon stared at each other in confusion.

"What does this mean?" Patamon asked, looking from the notebook to Elecmon.

"Well, long story short, you're going to have a baby...in the mammalian way." the fire engine red Digimon said.

Gatomon's jaw hung open. "Huh?"

"Our baby is…in here?" the hamster digimon asked, pointing to his lover's stomach. ""

"Exactly"

"And it's going to grow...in here?"

"Bingo."

"And it's going to come out..." Gatomon asked, pointing down.

"Right on the money; this is the first time this has ever happened in written history in the digital world." Elecmon began. "Normally, digimon who want to reproduce, simply mate, grow the egg inside them, emit the egg, and wait for it to hatch. Even mammal-type digimon reproduce in this fashion. I'm completely confused as to how to handle this particular situation.

Patamon turned and faced his mate. "Ano...What are you thinking, Gato-chan?"

Gatomon sighed, slumping back on the couch. "I-I don't know, Pata-Pata...this is...wow...amazing..."

Elecmon sighed, picking up his notebook. "I think what would be best, since we have not dealt with this thing before is to contact someone who would have some experience in this type of birth; someone who would know exactly how to handle this particular situation."

Patamon blinked. "Who would know about anything like this?"

A world away, sitting cross legged on his floor, his eyes closed and arms folded in meditation, Dr. McKnight took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"There it is again...that feeling...what...what is it? And why does it feel like impending doom?"