Author's Notes: This is my first Digimon fic in a while; I'm happy to be writing a fic in this fandom again. Anyway, this is a Taiora fic with some Mimato and maybe some other couples.

His head felt like it was going to split in two.

Without opening his eyes, he pressed his fingers to his forehead and rubbed. It didn't lessen the pain and he abandoned the attempt after a few seconds. He groaned; he was going to kill Yamato the next time he saw him. Not willing to wake up just yet, he turned over on his back to try to get back to sleep…and his arm brushed up against something soft.

Confused, he opened his eyes and immediately had to stifle the urge to scream. Lying on her side next to him was Sora. His best friend. The girl he grew up with, who he had saved the world with. Dread was growing in the pit of his stomach and he wanted nothing more than to run screaming from the room, but that wouldn't be the right thing to do.

Gingerly, he lifted the covers enough to see under them and then buried his face in his hands. He and Sora were completely naked. No, oh god no, no…

Naked.

He and his best friend were in bed together.

Naked.

He was definitely never going to drink again.

This couldn't get any worse.

As if the universe just wanted to prove him wrong, he heard a small groan coming from his sleeping friend. After a few seconds had passed, her eyes flickered open and she stared around the room lazily, not fully awake. He lay very still, paralyzed with fear, trying to come up with something to say when her gaze focused on him.

She blinked.

"Tai?"

He attempted a grin but was barely able to get out a small smile. She just stared at him, disbelieving, but he knew the exact moment the situation hit her: her face turned red and she pulled the covers tighter over her body. Despite the situation, he nearly laughed; Sora blushed easily, making it so much fun for him to tease her, and he would tease her, mercilessly, until she either playfully punched him in the arm or stormed away from him.

It wasn't his fault that she looked so cute when she was embarrassed.

He stilled, suddenly tense. He did not just think that Sora was cute; there were just some things a guy didn't think about one of his best friends, and their cuteness was one of them. This situation was really starting to mess with his head.

He was startled out of his thoughts when Sora asked faintly, "Did we…."

"I think so," he muttered, hoarsely. "I don't really remember anything. Do you?"

She shook her head.

"Shit."

"Yeah, that pretty much sums it up."

Luckily for the both of them, Yamato was nowhere to be found in he and Taichi's apartment. Taichi, when he thought back hard enough, vaguely remembered Mimi and Yamato leaving the bar together, and he guessed that the Chosen Children of Friendship and Purity had some fun last night.

He made a mental note to mess with Yamato about that later.

He and Sora had decided to have breakfast at a dinner down the street from his apartment; it would be a good time to talk about what happened. At least that was the plan; Sora hadn't said one word since they had left the apartment and it was starting to worry him.

Takenouchi Sora was his oldest friend and he wasn't going to lose her because of one drunken mistake. He waited until the waitress brought over their breakfast and as soon as she left, he said, "So, what now?"

While there were times when Sora's mood was obvious even to him, there were other times when he couldn't tell what was going on in her head at all. He could tell that this was going to be one of those times. Sora's face was perfectly expressionless and he fidgeted in his seat, suddenly nervous.

"Let's forget it ever happened."

Taichi stared down at his food, thinking over Sora's suggestion. He glanced up but her face betrayed no emotion. After a moment, he said, "We're still going to be friends, right? This hasn't changed anything?"

To his relief, Sora's emotionless mask slid away and she smiled at him. "Of course, we're still Tai and Sora."

"Best friends?"

"The best."

He felt the tension in his body melt away and he happily went about eating breakfast. Though a tiny part of his mind, one that he did his best to silence, still worried that things wouldn't go back to normal.

Author's Note: Constructive criticism is accepted.