A/N: My first Digimon fanfic. This is my third fandom I've joined. I have a history with Harry Potter fanfiction before my FFN days. This is also a collab (sorta). I call it a collab because I'm writing it with Google Docs while my little sister watches, edits, reads aloud, and adds in lines when she thinks of them. It makes for a good beta session and Tiffany loves Digimon as much as I do. We even created the characters jointly! I've never written for Digimon before, so I'm a little nervous about it. This is going to be written like an episode per chapter and the joint fic equaling a season. It's set before Digimon Adventure 1 and based off the original digidestined who sealed away Apocalymon according to what Gennai told Tai and the gang in Adventure 1.

Edited: Added a paragraph, fixed lacking description, and typos.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Digimon franchise or any familiar names from the Digimon television show. All digidestined children are created by my sister and I. A few of their digimon's digivolutions belong to me as well, but the rest are owned by the creators of Digimon and can be found with a quick Google search (my secret XD). The plot is mostly mine, though it is based on a plot device brought up in Digimon Adventure 1 as stated above. This was written in a homage to my childhood when I first fell in love with Digimon Adventure 1 and 2. Though Tamers and Frontier were good in their own right, I always loved the original. I will not even began to divulge my feelings on Data Squad (Savers) or Hunters (Xros Wars). It may not be appropriate. Please enjoy the adventure!

Episode 1: Next stop, the Digital World

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

Willow Bryant didn't even open her eyes. Her hand blindly began its search for the alarm that was interrupting her wonderful dream of winning the softball championship. She pounded the nightstand until she found the cursed object and welcomed the silence that followed. "Five more minutes..." She mumbled, groggily, before falling back to sleep.

"Oh, Willow," An annoying voice sang through the silence. "You better wake up or you'll have a nice cold shower!"

There was no response from the mound of blankets except a low unintelligible growl.

"You should really get up," Another voice said without humor, "It's already seven o'clock."

Eyes shot open in horror. "What?" She yanked her blanket off just as she was drowned with a shower of ice cold water that froze her to the bone. "I'm up, you jerks! I hate you both!" Willow found herself wondering why the world cursed her with siblings. She glared at her older brothers.

"Hey, I did warn you. Jeff was the one with the bucket." The younger of the two said with his hands raised innocently.

Willow launched off the bed and punched Jeffrey. "Out! Both of you!" She stood there, furiously pointing towards the door and shaking in her soaked pajamas.

"I think you broke my nose!" Jeffrey cried out as he held the throbbing injury.

"I think that's our cue to leave," The younger took Jeffrey's hand and the two left the room.

Willow walked over to the mirror and brushed out her short, boyish dark brown hair. She didn't look like a girl and, most of the time, she preferred it that way. Not many would underestimate her this way. They wouldn't think she was just some weak little girl. No, she could tough it out with the best of the boys in her class. She pulled an old hockey jersey over her head and slipped in a pair of baggy jeans. Fingerless gloves reached over her elbows and she finished off her look with sneakers, elbow pads, and knee pads. Her New York Mets cap shadowed the brown eyes of her reflection.

Thirty minutes later, Willow finally flew out of the house with a slice of toast held in her mouth. Her in-line skates skidded against the ground as she turned towards the Middle School. She was so late. Again. At this rate, Mr. Jacobs would give her detention for the rest of her life. It's all Jeff's fault, she thought, viciously. She almost wished Micah wasn't off to college. The eldest of her three brothers was everything she wanted to be. He would have given her a ride to school. Stupid Jeff. He had a car too, but who does he allow in it? Not his little sister, that's for sure. If only she could have her own car. Yeah, a thirteen-year-old with a car. Wishful thinking there, Will.

A shadow zipped past in her peripheral. She whirled around. It was probably nothing; maybe a stray cat or something. It looked like some kind of monster... Great, now I'm seeing things. She huffed at her imagination's cruel joke. If she didn't hurry, school would start without her. She glanced at her watch in dismay. Lost another five minutes for being a wimp. She forced out a breath of air through her teeth and picked up speed. She still had another mile to go just to get to the subway. If she didn't hurry, she would be late. Though if she was true to herself, she knew she already was. There was no way she was getting to class on time now.

There it was again! She caught the only the tail-ends of the dark figure. Her eyes scanned her surroundings in a frenzy of dark emotions. She wasn't watching where she was going. The world seemed to shimmer and tilt before her. She let out a small scream as she toppled over. The ground came up to greet her and gravel cut into the skin of her hands and one knee. She shook as she pushed herself up. Suddenly, she was so very cold. In June. She couldn't understand the shiver of fear gripping her. She just had to get away from it.
Willow made it to her feet in a hurry and pushed her skates to their highest speed. She zoomed the last few feet to the subway's tunnel opening. She didn't even slow down as she grabbed the railing and rode it down into the tunnels. Her fare was in her hand when she reached her first road-block: the ticket gate. It didn't slow her down by much. She tossed the cash to the next in line to pay for her and jumped the gate. As she rounded back, the man had her ticket in hand. She grabbed it and made for the trains. "Thanks, sir!" She yelled back over her shoulder.

The dark feeling grew as she reached her train. She hesitated only for a second. You're a coward now, Will? I thought nothing scares you. She was being stupid. There was no such thing as monsters. She must have had too much of Jeremiah's cooking. The younger of her brothers always had a knack for foul foods. Yeah, that's it. She hopped into her train car with a laugh at her expense.

The car was empty. Odd... It was morning rush hour. The subway was always full of people vying to get to their destinations in time. It was never empty. Don't start this again. Willow sighed as she took her choice of seating. A whole train car to herself? It was a dream come true. Definitely nothing she should worry about. No, she was fine. She laid back in her seat and turned her music on. Her foot bounced to her favorite song as her eyes closed. Now to wait for her stop.

The chorus was in full swing when static came through her speakers. Her eyes blinked open in annoyance. No way! Her music player was brand new! It couldn't be glitching! She fiddled with the player, hoping to get the music to come in clearer. She held it up while looking for a better signal.

"Stay away!"

The music player dropped out of her hand and smashed on the ground in her shock. There was no more sound. Her headphones were no longer connected to the player. Her breath was still caught in her throat, right next to where her heart pounded. The voice had come from her music player! She tried to catch her breath as she moved to retrieve her player. No, that's ridiculous. It was probably just part of the broadcast. She nodded her head, firmly. That's what it was. She wasn't going crazy.

That's when the lights blinked off. She jumped to her feet when the train car stopped moving. "Hey, this is no time to take a coffee break! I have a class to get to!" She banged on the door where she guessed the lazy conductor was lounging in on the other side. "Are you listening to me?" She kicked the door in anger. There wasn't much left she could do. She was going to miss first period.

She slumped back against the door. This could be a good thing. She wasn't exactly a fan of school, anyway. Maybe if she got the train conductor to sign a slip explaining technical difficulties, she could get an excused absence. That would look better on her record, at least. It was better than the alternative. Detention tended to only get her into more trouble. The other troublemakers just had to make her sound weak. She was far from weak.

A mechanical moan vibrated the train car, causing Willow to jump to her feet in surprise. She glanced around herself and noticed the light streaming into the windows for the first time. It looked like sunlight, but she was underground. Her curiosity got the best of her and she walked over to the window and stared out at death. She barely had time to dash to the side as a large fist crashed into the side of her train car. "What the heck?" She hollered as her leg was caught in a tight fist. She quickly found herself flying out of the car and dangling from too many feet in the air. "Let me down, you creep!"

"What are you?" A beastly voice groaned out. "A useless pile of bones and flesh with no attributes? You are the only defender of your world? Pitiful creature."

"Pitiful? Pitiful? I'll show you 'pitiful'!" Willow fought the air around her, hoping to make contact with something. Her New York Mets baseball cap slipped off the top of her head. She quickly made a snatch for it, but missed. "Let me down!"

The beast didn't set her down. Instead, it slammed her into the ground with such power, she only felt a moment of pain before there was nothing...

The first thing Willow was aware of when waking up was how much the action hurt. Maybe she shouldn't wake up. Just five more minutes of painless dreams. She wasn't scared of the pain. No, she was scared of nothing. She probably was just tired... Oh, who would believe that? She groaned as she opened her eyes. As her vision focused, her eyes widened. "Well, you're not in Kansas anymore, Will." She whispered aloud.

It was some kind of dungeon. There were cages everywhere around her, but that wasn't what caught her attention. Only five feet in front of her were two...monsters. They looked like some kind of rabbit that walked on two legs. The dark cave offered little light, but they looked to be the only ones in the way of her freedom. She could make it past them. She was planning how she would do so, when her thoughts were interrupted.
"What's Kansas?" A small voice asked from her right.

Willow turned towards the voice. Another monster? This creature was small and red. It was shaped like the sun with a flame flickering at a point on its head. This flame was where the light was coming from. I'm not scared... I must still be dreaming... Oh no! I'll miss my stop! "And my name's not 'Will'."

"No, I'm Will." I'm talking to it. Why am I talking to it?

"Hello, Will! My name is Sunmon!" The little creature floated around in its cage with glee. "Why were you talking to yourself, Will?"

"I... What are you?" She might as well play along with the illusion. Maybe she'll wake up soon.

"I'm a digital monster. Digimon for short." Sunmon danced in the air some more. "It's great to meet new friends! Those gazimon are no fun at all! All they want to do is play mean games! But I don't let it bother me. If they get too close, I can just shoot them away with Starlight!"

"Keep quiet back there!" One of what must be the gazimon shouted back.

"Just...where am I?" Willow sighed as she slowly sat up.

"You don't know? This is the Digital World! You must have really hit your head, because everybody knows that." Sunmon hovered next to the bars as it watched her. "What kind of digimon are you, anyway? You look strange..."

"I'm not a digimon! I'm a human being!" Great. Now I'm arguing with it. Her dad always said she would go crazy one day with all the hits to the head.

"I said be quiet!" One of the gazimon walked over to them. Willow noticed just how mischievous the little monster looked.

"Don't bring that smell over here! I don't have hands to cover my nose, you know." Sunmom's eyes held its laughter.

Willow tried to hold back her own laughter, but it eventually burst out. "You don't seem to have a nose either!" She said between laughs. Oh, great. Now I'm hysterical!
Sunmon giggled, but the gazimon was not amused. It narrowed its eyes at the spunky little digimon. "You think you're so funny, right? Electric Stun Blast!" The weird digimon creature seemed to barf out a black gas that caught Sunmon in his cage. The little digimon dropped out of the air and landed, silent, on the ground.

"Hey, what did you do to him?" Willow yelled. She jumped to her feet and landed a hard punch to the gazimon's cheek. She felt better when the gazimon fell back and was left staring up at her from the ground. "You didn't expect someone would fight back, did you, ya little weasel? Maybe next time, you'll know better to pick on someone your own size!"

"What kind of creature are you?" The gazimon asked.

"It doesn't matter," the second said as he made his way over. "The boss said if she made trouble, we could have some fun."

"Oh, right!" The first said, finally making it back to his feet.
Willow stood in a defensive stance. Her fists were balled in residual fury. She would take them both if she had to.

You'll need more than your fists, child.

Willow jerked in surprise and whirled around at the voice that seemed to echo over her thoughts. "Who...?" It was a man's voice. Now, I'm hearing voices... This nightmare was just determined to make her crazy. She caught the eyes of the gazimon and saw they thought the same. Yeah, great. Let's all laugh at the crazy human.

Sunmon floated back into the air and shook off the residue of the gazimon's attack. When she locked eyes with him, she had a feeling he had heard the voice too. "Will." Sunmon's gaze moved lower. Willow followed it and her eyes widened. Her pocket was glowing. No, that wasn't it. The glow came from inside her pocket. She reached her hand into the loose jean folds and hesitated as the cold object brushed against her fingers. "What...?" She pulled it out and stared at the alien device she now held in her hand.

Digivice...

She didn't know where the thought came from, but she didn't have time to think about it. A bright light struck the little sunmon and encased the digimon in a bright sphere. Her...digivice was still glowing as she stared at the events unfolding before her.

"Sunmon digivolve to...Coronamon!"

The light cleared. Willow blinked. The little sunmon was gone. In replace of him was a taller red beast that reached up to her waist in height. It had bracelets with a circular design that exactly matched its headgear. The band on its head had a flame burning at its center and there was another flame on its tail. A puff of yellow fur covered its chest. It looked almost...cute. "...Sunmon?"

"I'm Coronamon now; the rookie form of Sunmon. You helped me digivolve! Thank you, Will!" The little beast grinned. "Now to show those gazimon what happens when they mess with us! Petit Prominence!" Flames erupted around Coronamon's form. His fiery hands gripped the bars of his cage and Willow watched in shock as they melted away.

"Wow." Willow breathed.

"Thanks again," Coronamon smiled for only a moment before he went into battle. He looked more like a large ball of flame as he tossed the gazimon around. Willow wasn't surprised when the gazimon ran off.

"Cowards!" She couldn't resist yelling after them. She turned to Coronamon afterwards with her own smile. She could get used to this dream. "We make a good team!"

"Yep! They never stood a chance!"

At that exact moment, seven other kids got their own digivices. Gennai smiled as he felt the energy flowing from their creation. There was hope now.

"You think something's funny, Gennai?" The voice spoke from the shadows. "I wouldn't be laughing. Nothing can stop me! Especially not some child."

Gennai didn't bother searching for the voice. He knew he wouldn't find it. "There is much you need to learn about the powers of destiny. You shouldn't underestimate your enemies so early in the game." He looked skyward through the crystalline orb he knew as his prison. Somewhere above him was the sun. He didn't need to see it to know it was still shining. He had faith it was and that was all he needed. Just like his faith in the eight children that would soon be legends.

"We'll see how long you optimism lasts. It won't be long now before this world crumbles at my touch."

A/N: I love reviews. They make me happy and get me in a writing mood. This fic is a first and needs critics :)