A/N this is my AU new Digimon story.

Digimon: When Worlds Collide

Summary: Darkness is spreading across the Digital World and it's all because of the Demon Monarchs of Darkness who plan to use their darkness to revive a most powerful evil of all. It is up to 6 destined teens who are chosen to save this world before the darkness revives this evil and spreads into the Real World. Will they win?

Real World Prologue

10 years ago

It was well after midnight. A full moon gleamed brightly under the many night stars, but inside a large networking building, the moon remains to be seen especially if one was underground. Though tonight was an important night; important for one man who went by the name of Charles Thatcher. He was under many levels of the Networking building in a large computer lab, typing away, pressing buttons and switches, programming codes, breaking through firewalls, and obliterating viruses because he was on a verge of discovery. Charles Thatcher believed he was on the verge of discovering a whole new world, not in the stars in the galaxy, but aligned with Earth, through the digital space of networking.

But as he typed away, he was getting farther and farther away as he couldn't figure out how to explain or prove that this world exists. Only if he could create a portal of some kind, leading to this other world, then he could prove it exists. But he had created the portal device, what he lacked was the connection to the other world. There was something missing and he had yet to figure it out, but still he typed away, late into the night, not bothering to go home to his wife and two sons. Even though he was far off, he still felt so close.

Suddenly, Charles let out a frustrating growl, tossing his coffee onto the ground and smacking his fist onto the coded embedded keyboard. He leaned on his elbows with his face in his hands feeling like a waste when there was a static-like sound, including beeps coming from the computer.

Charles quickly looked up to the computer screen and was shocked to see the lines of code running on its own. Suddenly, a white beam of light appeared out of the computer, discharging from the screen and into the eyes of Charles who instantly froze in place. And a second later, images began to run through the computer, and the beam of light sent the information from the computer and into Charles's mind. He saw everything in the new world, everything it had to offer. He saw the creatures and their successful lives and achievements. Everything in this world was mostly at peace.

As Charles stood there receiving the information he ever wanted, the portal he created that sat behind him turned on with whooshing and humming sounds. The portal created more white light which turned into a doorway leading into the new world. But then it was over. The beam of light retracted back into the computer screen, and the images turned back into code, and the portal closed. Charles stood there stunned and shaking from the information that now integrated with his brain. Just as a door opened, Charles collapsed on the ground.

"Charles!" Someone shouted as they ran over to him, and kneeled next to him. Charles looked up at the man to see it was his friend and co-worker, Benjamin Martin.

"Ben," he breathed out. "I did it."

"Did what?" Ben said, helping his friend back up on his feet. "You've been working nonstop for hours, let me take you home."

"Not yet," Charles heavily breathed out. "I have to tell you…"

"Tell me what?" Ben asked as he led Charles over to a chair and sat him down. He grabbed another chair and sat in front of him. "Charles, what happened?"

Charles caught his breathed and looked up at Ben with a small smile. "I did it, Ben," he said. "I figured out what lies in this new world."

"New world?" Ben repeated.

"Yes, the Digital World as they call it," Charles said.

"Who are they?" Ben asked.

"Digimon," Charles whispered, looking around. Ben looked back at him with curiosity. "I saw it, they showed it to me. I saw everything, and I…" But something caught his eyes over at the opening of the portal. He slowly stood up.

"Charles, what is it?" Ben asked, but Charlie didn't answer as he began making his way over to the opening of the portal he created. Ben watched as he stopped, bent over, and picked something up. Ben stood up and walked over to Charles. "Charles, what is it?" he asked again.

Charles turned around with a stunned expression. Ben mimicked his expression once he saw what was in Charles's hands. There in his hands sat a large egg, decorated with one purple stripe going horizontally around the egg. "It's an egg," Charles said, and then looked back at the portal device. "The portal must have opened," he said with a tiny laugh. "I have to open it again."

"Why?" Ben said, eyeing the egg in Charles's arms.

"I have to send it back," Charles answered.

"Why?"

"From what I saw," Charles began turning back to Ben. "Their world is beautiful and amazing and we can't expose it to our world. Man isn't ready for this, and we have screwed up our own world and I can't let us screw up theirs. So, we have to send it back, and never speak of this to anyone," he finished and began to make his way back to the main computer, but suddenly he felt something collide with the back of his head. Charles flew to the ground, the egg falling and rolling away from him. His head now throbbed in pain. He heard footsteps and looked up in blurry vision to see Ben walk in front of him and kneel next to him. "Why?"

"I can't let you do that, Charles," he said in a serious tone, and then stood up. "This is one of the biggest discoveries since the H-bomb or the internet or something else big. And this egg? Something amazing could be in it. Like a new species, and we can't just send it back. We have to keep it and learn about it. Maybe dissect it. And with all this, I can literally feel the money just piling up and waiting for us to take, but you want to send it away? I don't think so, Charles." Ben stood up and began walking towards the egg.

Charles struggled to his feet, the back of his head throbbing in pain. Once he was on his feet, Charles slowly followed Ben and reached him before the egg. He grabbed his shoulder and tanked Ben to face him. "I can't expose our world to theirs," he said through clenched teeth.

"Too – "But before Ben could finish, Charles punched him as hard as he could in the head, knocking him to the ground. Charles rushed over to the egg and gently picked it up.

"It's okay," he said to it. "I'm gonna send you back home." Charles walked over to the opening of the portal when the alarm began to go off. He turned around to see Ben had crawled over to the computer to set off the alarm. "Damn!" he hissed and then ran towards the door.

"You can run, Charles, but we will find you!" Ben shouted out after him.

Charles exited the computer lab with the egg in his arms. He held it tightly as he ran through the corridors. He had to get out of the building and hide the egg; somewhere where they wouldn't find it. Soon enough, Charles was exiting the large networking building, into the parking lot, and towards his car. He got in, placing the egg in the passenger's seat, and left the parking lot, driving very fast towards his home.

Soon enough, he arrived home, left the car with the egg which he stuffed in a bag, and ran into his home. He shut his front door, locked it, and checked the side windows. Surely they would come for him and the egg, but he had to hide it somewhere, but where.

He began to quickly making his way around the house, looking for hiding spots to hide the egg. He entered the kitchen turned on the light and jumped in fright with a small yelp. There sitting on a stool by the counter with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk was Charles's four year old son, Connor.

"Connor," he said. "What are you doing up so late?"

"I wanted a cookie," Connor replied, looking afraid that he had been caught late at night.

"Okay," Charles said with a nod, too worried to be angry at his son. "Well, maybe you should go to your room, and get some sleep, alright?"

Connor nodded and jumped off the stool, grabbing his plate of cookies and milk. He began walking by his father when something popped into Charles's mind. His son, Connor, was literally the best at hiding go seek; maybe he could help.

"Connor wait," Charles called. Connor stopped and looked up at his father. "I need your help with something."

"With what daddy?" Connor asked.

"I need you to hide something for me," Charles said. "Could you help me with this?"

Connor smiled and nodded. "Okay," he said. "You can hide it in my favorite hiding spot. " Placing down the cookies and milk, Connor grabbed his father's hand and led him to his room upstairs. The room was average and decorated in a typical four year old's room with superheroes and dinosaurs. Connor moved over to his closet and opened it. "Over here," he said, walking into the small closet. Charles followed him and turned on the closet light where he saw his son trying to open a medium sized vent, big enough to fit a four year old boy. A second later, Connor swung open the grate. "You can hide it here," Connor said. "No one will ever find it."

Charles nodded and placed the bag inside the vent and closed it up. "Nice one, Connor," he said, patting his son's head. "Now, I have an important mission for you alright?" Connor nodded. "I need you to tell no one about what's in here, and I want you to keep it safe. Take care of it. And if I don't come back. Treat it as I would treat you, alright?" Connor looked back in confusion but nodded nonetheless. "Okay, good. I need to go, lead them away. I love you," he finished, hugging his youngest son tightly, and then released him. Charles ruffled his air, smiling sadly, and then left the room, leaving behind a confused four year old.

8 years ago

It was morning and a small eight year old boy woke up from nice slumber. He crawled out of bed, stepping over a friend wearing glasses sleeping on the floor, and ran to the bathroom. He stepped out a few minutes later, his glasses wearing friend already awake, and walked over to change his clothes. After eight year old boys changed, they went down into the kitchen were the smell of pancakes and bacon wavered in the air.

"He's super hungry today, and you need some more mommy," Connor said from the table. His mother was at the stove where she was making a small breakfast feast.

"Alright alright," Mrs. Thatcher said, smiling a bit. "I'll get right on it."

The two eight year olds sat at the table. "Who are they talking about?" The eight year old with the glasses said.

"Connor's imaginary friend, Impy," The other eight year old answered, Connor's older brother. "He's had him since dad's gone missing. Mom thinks he created him out of sadness of dad being gone."

After breakfast, the two eight year olds left the kitchen and went outside to play with the other neighborhood kids at the park that was only a block away. It was filled with many children and some parents, paying games and having a lot of fun. Minutes passed by as the two eight year olds ran around paying tag or hide and seek, joining in other friends' games. It was a particular normal yet fun day.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the ground began to shake violently. Children and parents screamed alike scared of what was going on. The parents, who were present, grabbed their children and began to run home. As the shaking stopped, everyone noticed how the wind began to pick up heavily and clouds began to appear and come together. Almost everyone began to run away, leaving six children standing alone in the park, including the two eight year old boys.

All six children watched the skies with curiosity, wondering if it was going to thunderstorm, and soon enough, thundering and lighting sounded and appeared in the clouds, scaring a couple of the children. They continued to stare at the sky, unable to look away, and slowly gathering. Suddenly, the lightning clapped right above them, causing them to crouch done and cover their ears, a few of them screamed in fright. And then, pure white lightning appeared, clapping, and striking down right in front of the six children, six tiny lines of bolts erupting from the large lightning, striking each child that flew back, and landing on the ground unconscious. All of them connected, but only to be forgotten until it was time to remember.

A man in a black suit walked into a large holding cell, angrily walking towards the large glass window where a familiar man was being held. It was a large computer lab and the familiar man was being forced to do something he tried to hide, but it was his co-worker who sold him out. At the moment, the familiar man was getting some coffee from a coffeemaker he had been provided.

"Damn it, Thatcher, what was that!" yelled the man in a black suit from the other side of the window.

"What was what?" Charles innocently asked, taking a sip of coffee.

"You damn well know what," The man in the black suit replied. "I'm talking about the damn Digital Storm."

"Oh, that," Charles said with a nod. "That wasn't me. I think that came from the other side."

"How is that possible?" The other man said.

Charles shrugged. "Even I don't know everything, Ben," he said staring hard back at his old friend through the glass window.

Digital World Prologue

He was running, running as fast as he could. Someone was chasing him and he was trying to get away from that someone. He kept running and running until he had fallen from exhaustion from running far too long. He laid face down breathing heavily with a staff with a sun on the top in his hand. He heard the wind moving and blowing, so he pushed himself on his back, and saw him, the one he was trying to get away from, but now it would seem that there was no escape.

"You cannot run away from me, Wizardmon," It said as he held out its own sword. Wizardmon was then levitated up to its face. He was still breathing heavily. "Now give me the information I want and I will not destroy you, and you know that if I do destroy you, you will not come back like the others."

"Never," Wizardmon breathed out as he glared at the evil digimon that was magically holding him up.

"It would be such a shame to lose a good and powerful Digimon such as yourself. I'm sure our King wouldn't want to lose you."

"He is not my King!" Wizardmon spat heavily.

The evil digimon laughed. "He is too your King, our true King! And He will bring about our reign! Lead us to victory!"

"Victory to what? All they want is to spread the Darkness," Wizardmon replied.

"Ah ha, you don't know do you?" it asked with a laugh. Wizardmon looked at the dark digimon questioningly. "Oh yes, the Darkness. Ha! It not only will spread through our world, but the Real World as well! That's what this is all about, Wizardmon; getting into the Real World." He finished with an evil laugh making Wizardmon look very worried and scared. "Now I will give you one more chance. Where are the Digi-destined's Digimon located?" He asked very fiercely.

"I will never tell you!" yelled Wizardmon, clutching his staff with both hands as if he was going to attack. "But I will tell you this, they will be here soon, you cannot stop them, and they will defeat you and your precious King, Duskmon!"

"That is impossible beyond belief," replied Duskmon as he raised a glowing black open hand in front of Wizardmon. A black aura surrounded Wizardmon and he widened his eyes in horror. Wizardmon then began to struggle, but he couldn't move. "Don't even try to struggle, it won't help. Farewell Wizardmon." Duskmon said as he closed his glowing black hand into a fist. Wizardmon turned into a silhouette of himself as he screamed in pain and dropped his staff where it burst into pieces. He then started braking apart into little pieces of black tiny pieces of something which faded away into eye of Duskmon's chest. A few seconds later, he was gone.

A pair of teal eyes had been watching the whole scene from the bushes. It clenched his fists and glared at the sight of Duskmon killing off his old friend that had helped him throughout his life. His old and best friend that he cared for, but he knew of other friends. And these friends would help him and his old friend to bring about the fall of the darkness; these friends that are known as the Digi-Destined. "It is time."

A/N All of these Digimon can be looked up. I didn't want to make any up, for descriptive reasons, and I wanted you guy to easily visualize what and who you're reading about.