Lashana and Telca own only themselves, Tvashtar, Kadrith, the three dragons and Telca's cat. Every other character belongs to someone that isn't us.

The Elf and the Digimon (Kinda like Beauty & The Beast except with more explosions)

Prologue

"Aw c'mon. Please?"

"No."

"Pleaaaase?"

"No."

"Pretty pretty please?"

"No!"

Drawn by the pleas and the answering growls, Blackwargreymon poked his head into the Kitchen and frowned at the sight of the bronze draconid that was following Lashana around as she made herself lunch. "Kadrith, why are you pestering my Bonded?"

"I want her to tell the Harem how you two met!"

"What? Why?"

"Why not?"

"I asked first."

"Well, mostly because everyone knows how everyone met and ended up here.... but we have no clue about the two of you, or Telca and Remy."

"The Harem is too nosy for it's own good," Lashana muttered under her breath as she threw a slice of ham onto the slice of salami on her sandwich. "Why aren't you pestering Telca?"

Kadrith shrugged. "Already tried. She threatened to glue me to Xellos if I didn't leave her alone."

"'Rith, don't give Lashana any ideas," Black chuckled, shaking his head as he walked over to her and soothingly rubbed his cheek against the side of her head, purring softly as he used their link to brush his thoughts against hers. {My Bonded? Why don't you tell them?}

Surprise washed through the Bond as she rose her head to look at him. {You made me promise never to tell anyone, remember?}

{Well.... things have changed a lot in the past two years, don't you think?} He leaned closer to her as he mentally spoke, lightly kissing her cheek before inhaling a breath of her scent. {I'm not the 'mon I used to be.}

{True. You don't blow things up as much anymore.}

{I resent that.}

{Hehe.}

Kadrith rolled his eyes as he stared at them, recognising the signs that they were having a private conversation via the Bond. "Ahem." When they turned to look at him, he folded his arms over his chest and arched a brow-ridge. "Well?"

Blackwargreymon exchanged glances with Lashana before looking at the draconid again and sighing in defeat. "Gather the Harem."

"Yes!"

A little wary of the triumphant yell that 'Rith let out before he bolted from the Kitchen, Lashana hesitantly rose her gaze to that of the Digimon's. "Why do I have this growing sense of dread?"

He swallowed nervously. "It's coming from me."

"Ah."

Trying not to grin, he mock trembled in fear and whimpered as he glomped her. "Hold me!"

"Oh, for the flamin' love of...." She laughed and tried to push him away, yelping when he only held her tighter and nuzzled his face into her hair. "Get off me you crazy Digimon! Good lords, have you been into my chocolate stash again?"

"And if I have?"

"Live in fear."

"Ha! I fear you not, love."

"I know where you sleep."

"I should hope so! I'd hate to think that I've been letting someone else steal the blankets at night!"

"You'd better."

"Oh? Is that a bit of jealousy I hear, my Bonded?" Smiling, he pulled away a little and looked down at her warmly, raising a hand to lightly touch her cheek. "You know I'd never do anything like that."

"Hmpft."

"Oh, come on, where'd your sense of humor go?" Chuckling, he swept her into his arms and buried his muzzle against her neck, purring and playfully nipping at the point of her left ear until she laughed and swatted him away. "There! That's better! Shall we?"

"Wait, my sandwich." She twisted in his arms to grab her lunch and paused when she saw Wolverine polishing off the last bite of it. "Hey!"

"Huh? Oh, sorry darlin', the two o' ya were busy wit yerselves, so I just helped myself." He gave her one of his 'what are you gonna do about it' grins and sauntered out of the Kitchen, pulling a stogie from his back pocket as he did so. "It was really good too, darlin', thanks!"

Lashana groaned in reply and buried her face against Black's chest. "I must've done something very wrong in a past life to deserve this, like kicked a pharaoh in the arse or something."

"I'd be more worried of the stuff you've done in this life, instead of the past ones," Blackwargreymon said, looking down at her pointedly as he carried her out of the kitchen. "Or need I remind you about that trip to the Mall that Tvashtar told me about?"

"Oh Gods...."

~*~

By the time they reached the Game Room, the entire Harem had gathered there, the sight making Lashana wince a little in dread of what was to come as Black carried her over to one of the couches and sat down in the only free space there was, setting her so that she was sitting across his lap. It actually surprised her that the entire Harem had managed to comfortably fit into the room.

Kang was sitting next to them, with Kenshin next to him. Tvashtar and Kadrith had commandeered the other couch across from theirs and Telca - much to her delight - was nestled on Remy's lap where they sat in the Lazyboy chair that Mewtwo had teleported into the room. Mewtwo - who had been thrown out of his chair and was not pleased about it - was perched on the arm of the couch that the Guardians were on. Nightcrawler was hanging from the ceiling fan above the pool table, watching the ongoing game between Wolverine and Duncan as they waited for the story to start. Beast and Zelgadis were huddled over a small table while rapidly ingesting large amounts of coffee and Twinkies, the mutant having gotten the chimera hooked on the tasty pastries. Last but not least - Malcho was coiled up in the corner adjacent to where she and Blackie were sitting, her three dragons and Telca's cat nestled amongst the quetzacoatl's coils. Only Xellos was missing, and no one even gave him a second thought.

"So? Out with it," Tvashtar grinned, winking at his Avatar playfully. "Inquiring minds want to know."

"Nosy minds want to know, you mean," she retorted, snickering when he chuckled and shrugged.

"Same shit different pile," Telca smirked as she draped her arms around Remy's neck and snuggled closer. "'Sides, you never actually told me what happened. I've been itchin' to know for almost three years now!"

"Three years?" Wolverine looked up from the game of pool, missing the corner pocket shot that Duncan sunk. "But we've only been together for two."

"Which means," Kadrith drawled mischievously. "That those two have been together longer than we thought!"

::I could have told you that,:: Korin telepathed from where he was preening his scales, comfortably perched on Malcho's outermost coil. ::After all, the three of us are telepathically linked to her, you know.::

~I told you never to hack into someone's thoughts!~ Mewtwo scowled, fixing the green dragon with a glare until the littling fidgeted and burrowed into Malcho's wings.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it like that, amigo. Calmarse, the little one is shaking," Malcho chastised the pokemon, who winced when Lashana threw a coaster at his head. "Now, mi amiga, I believe you have some explaining to do, eh?"

Groaning at the expectant gazes that were now locked on her and Blackie, Lashana shifted a little so that she was comfortable, then sighed. "Alright. We'll start off with the usual, which means that Telca an I were once again studying spells - notice how we meet people by accident? Anyway, I dared her to open a portal into a Comic Book Shop cuz they had new Escaflowne DVDs out, and then I accidentally tripped and knocked her over, which made her lose full control of the portal. And, of course, Telca being who she is, she whacked me one. Unfortunately, it knocked me off my feet and - yes - into the portal...."