A/N: Written for the Becoming the Tamer King Challenge, Looking Around Digicentral pt 2 – write a divergent fic that returns to canon, and for the Diversity Writing Challenge, b26 - write a scene that did not occur in canon.
Intermission Without Memories
I…don't remember anything.
There's only black, and wind. I think someone's flying. Or they were flying. The air is still suddenly. Snatched away.
Somehow, I preferred it when it stirred, when it felt like there was someone breathing, someone flying.
I wonder why I think of those two ideas together anyhow.
And why there's no light.
Your eyes are closed.
I don't know where the thought comes from, but it sounds sensible. I open them. There are three people there: a short and stocky man, a tall and thin woman and a little baby in her arms.
They feel familiar, somehow. But I don't remember them.
.
They tell me they're my parents and my little sister. Well, the adults tell me. The baby can't really be expected to talk, I suppose. But somehow the idea strikes me as odd. And their way of talking is odd as well.
The doctors, who I'm apparently not expected to recognise, seem to think I am the one who speaks strangely. They also say it's more important to recover and remember my family than learn how to talk. Maybe it's just a side effect of some head injury I don't remember getting. Maybe it'll all fix itself in time.
But as I listen to all of them talk, something seems wrong. Something seems missing, particularly when my parents tell me about the trip to the zoo on my fifth birthday, and to the aquarium on the sixth.
Only when they start explaining something called the Digital World does it feel…right. Except apparently they haven't researched that stuff for years. They lecture on other things instead.
.
We're staying in a hotel once I get out of the hospital. It's depressing, somehow, because I wanted to see what home looked like. But I can't. For some reason we have to stay here. It's not safe back home or something like that. I don't think my parents understand it either. But they go along with things. My father in particular seems…resigned, somehow.
And there's still something missing. Something big missing. I simply can't place my finger on it.
.
It is some days before anything interesting happens. I'm watching television with Ruka and don't really get what I'm watching. Why does a television feel so foreign to me anyhow? This whole place seems unfamiliar and that doesn't help my amnesia at all. The baths are nice though. Especially when my father washes my back and my baby sister splashes about in the tub and my mother holds her carefully so she doesn't drown. It reminds me of…something. Something I can't quite place. But there's also something wrong with the scene. Like I've enjoyed this somewhere else, with other people.
The somewhere else I get. We're not home. But other people? I ask my parents. They don't seem to know what I'm talking about.
.
And then someone breaks into the hotel. A few someones, possibly. And they break into their hotel room. And he realises they're not just someones. They're people and some animal looking…things. And their explanations are…confusing. And unbelievable. But somehow it seems more like the truth than the last few days have been.
And when the bird can't hold back anymore and hugs and his memories exploded inside his head, I know the story these three humans and four digimon tell is truth. And my parents are blinking like they're waking up from a dream as well, and there are more garbled explanations and an escape plan and then we're running and the digimon are fighting and we're getting away from the hotel and the lying life and going back to the truth.
And now I remember that truth.