This story is finally coming to a close. And I know, it's hardly a long one, but I have had such a writers block on it that I just had to leave it alone. However, after receiving an incredibly inspiring review from xXThe perfect soldierXx, I decided to write a mid chapter. And who was my first review from, after my inspirational reviewer? Only neo-chan, the person who gave me my first ever review.

So, ladies and gentlemen, I now felt obligated to finish this, for both of them and all of you.

It has also come to my attention that this is dedicated to quite a few people now, and I fully intend to give both neo-chan and xXThe perfect soldierXx their own stories as well as their chapters within this.

Oh, and it is real 4Kids dialogue at the end. I just couldn't resist.

Anyway, the long awaited finale.

And this chapter is devoted to all three.

To xXThe perfect soldierXx, for inspiration.

To neo-chan, for the first review.


And to Melissa… just because, of course.

Love in a Tent Chapter Three

Tai's POV

And so it is; the ending.

As it always is.

Every trip must end; every wonderful experience comes to a close. I guess, in a way, that makes it better, doesn't it? It's like Christmas- if it were everyday, we would get very bored of it very quickly.

But there is one thing I will never get bored of… at least; I hope never to get bored of. And that is waking up like this.

No, not with his bony elbow jabbed in my stomach, nor with that groggy feeling after you wake up twice in one morning, because you woke up too early and had to go back to sleep, nor with the sunlight half-blinding me as I try to open my sleep-frozen eyelids.

No, those things I could live without.

What I mean is the knowledge that the bulk in the bed next to you is yours.

And I know fully well that I'm not going to think this every day when I wake up, because life moves too quickly to think things like that every morning, even if you still feel them, but it is enough to know that some days I will wake up to that feeling.

Because he is mine.

Just as I am his.

And just as I am certain of this, I am certain of the fact that I am sounding like something from one of Sora's romance books she is constantly quoting at us all, and I should really stop thinking such soppy crap and get up, because I can hear Izzy and Matt's dad's voice outside of out tent, and I can smell bacon, and I know if we don't get up soon, the food will be gone.

Because as small as Izzy is, he can pack away a fair amount of food,

Not enough to rival me, of course.

But still.

Enough.

God knows where he puts it though. I swear he uses it to fuel his laptop or something.

I rolled over, and jabbed Matt in the side, and he groaned, rolling over onto his back, extracting his elbow from my stomach and cracking one eye open to glare at me.

"What?" he asks irritably.

I grin cheerfully at him. He's a bastard in the mornings if he hasn't slept enough.

"Food!" I tell him, still grinning, and he rolls his eyes at me, muttering something about me rivalling an elephant.

We drag ourselves out of the tent, me throwing myself down next to the small fire and Matt sitting down much more elegantly. I refuse to look at Matt's dad, so I nod a 'good morning' to them both, and attempt to be patient as the bacon Matt's dad threw on the pan when he saw us coming cooks.

Izzy catches my eye across the fire, he face shimming slightly as I am looking at him through the haze of heat rising from the burning logs.

He has a knowing look in his eye, and before I start to work out what that means he glances at Matt, then back at me, and winks.

Ah.

So that's what he meant.

Hum.

I never thought Matt's dad would actually mention it to anyone.

Damn it, I should've known.

Never trust an Ishida.

Matt's POV

Tai's looking at Izzy, and I catch the knowing look that the other digidestined throws me. I look at my father, worried about what he will say. He's just frowning at the pan on the fire, as if he can make the bacon cook more quickly just by willpower alone.

I continue to watch him, searching his face for anger, disappointment, worry, anything, but his features are impassive, his eyes not giving anything away.

As if sensing that I want a response, he glances up at me and smiles warmly.

That's all I need to know.

We ate the breakfast, Tai gobbling his down twice as fast as I did, and he throws soil on the fire to extinguish it with such enthusiasm that it goes on the laptop that is the center of Izzy's world, and because of that, Tai had to sit through a lecture on the importance of it in our plan.

"Don't say you've forgotten why we're here?"

He looks at both of us, then his frown turns into a smirk.

"Or have you two been that distracted?"

I blush, and turn away, heading back to the tent, leaving Tai to stutter out a reply. Although, what there is to reply to that, I don't know.

I started packing up in the tent, shoving my clothes into my rucksack, and then attempting to roll up my sleeping bag.

Seriously.

Have you ever tried to roll up a sleeping bag? It is the most difficult task I think I have ever been assigned, and it doesn't help that the stuff sack it came in must have shrunk since we arrived, because there is no way it ever fitted in there.

I sigh as it slithers out of the case again.

Tai enters the tent, scowling at me.

"Geez, go ahead and leave me with the difficult conversation."

I grin, and attempt to smooth my ruffled hair. He continues to glare for a moment, then his face lapses into the Tai-patented beam, and he notices the sleeping bag.

"Still haven't learnt how to put one away?"

"So?"

He rolls his eyes.

"Why are you packing everything away? We don't know when we'll be leaving, and you'll just have to unpack it later."

"It's a mess in here, and besides, I can always share yours, cant I?

I grin at him lecherously, and he smirks.

"I'll help you."

He sits next to me, covering each of my hands with his. A shiver runs down my spine as he guides my hands, slowly stuffing the bag back into its pack. His shoulder is brushing mine, and my hands are becoming warm from the contact with his. As we finish putting it away, his fingers intertwine with mine, and he looks at them before glancing up at me.

He smiles a goofy, happy smile at me and lifts our hands up to his face. He kisses my knuckles lightly, before pulling me to my feet and dragging me outside.

Tai's POV

We're sitting around one of the picnic tables, with Izzy tapping away on his laptop, when we hear a voice calling from the lake-side path.

"Hey, Matt!"

We look up, Matt's face twisted into a disfigurement of horror.

"I made it!"

He looks at me, then back at the girl running towards us.

"Oh no! She followed us! She's like a boomerang that keeps coming back!"

Jun ran up to us, eyes only on Matt.

"It's funny, but when you drove off with your tyres screeching you didn't realise you left me standing there!"

Matt grimaces, and rubs the back of his head awkwardly.

"Oh… err… my bad. I must have… forgotten."

She looks disappointed, and I almost feel sorry for her. She's come all this way, under the impression that Matt's in love with her, and now she's got here she's going to have to realise that he really doesn't. No one could be so stupid as to not notice how badly he's lying.

"Hey, where are Davis and the others?"

Oh. Forget what I said about feeling sorry for her. Matt stares at her in horror, and I turn my back to them to hide my dumbstruck face. Matt stutters out a reply that I really do not want to hear.

"Oh… err… I think Tai knows."

I freeze.

"Hey, Tai! Do you know where the others went?"

"I… errm… Let me think about this… Hey, Izzy! Weren't you the last to see them?"

Izzy jumps to his feet, sweating nervously.

"Of course! Let me go find them right now!"

He scurries off into the forest, and Jun takes his seat, smiling at Matt. She leans over the table to him, and in response he jumps to his feet, muttering something about drinks.

Cheers, Matt. Leave me with the lunatic who's in love with you. That's productive, isn't it?

She smiles at me, not with the devotion she does at Matt, but kindly.

"So, you're Tai, huh? Davis is always talking about you!"

"He's a good kid."

"He seems to have quite a thing for your sister, as well."

I frown at that, unsure still as to what I think about Kari having any relationship, with TK or Davis, both of whom constantly vie for her attention.

"I'm sure Matt talks about me just as much though!"

Yeah, he's mentioned wanting to leave you on a deserted island a couple of times.

"Err… Yeah, I guess."

She doesn't seem to notice my monosyllabic, non-committal response, but that's probably because Matt has come back, taking a seat next to me, surreptitiously placing his hand on my knee under the table, where she cant see.

For the first time I wonder what on earth Izzy is doing, and feel bad about throwing this off onto him.

A loud crash from the forest startles me out of my reverie.

Jun looks up.

"Did you guys hear that noise?"

I look at Matt.

"Yeah… It could be a wild animal…"

Matt jumps to his feet.

"Yeah, the woods are a dangerous place. You'd better leave, quick!"

I grin at him, and then turn my eyes back to the nuisance.

"Yeah, I'll tell Davis you stopped by!"

She stares at us in surprise, but this is interrupted by the arrival of Izzy, complete, somehow, with the younger generation of digi-destined. How he had found them, I wasn't sure, but I'll tell you now, was I ever happy to see them.

Matt's POV

We're packing up to leave, and I think only I have realised that there isn't enough room for Jun in the car. I'm going to ignore it for now, and hope she gets the message and leaves.

No suck luck, of course.

I hear her voice, from where I am at the back of the car, talking about who can join her on the bus home.

"…I have the perfect volunteer in mind."

I jump into action, springing around the car.

"And the perfect volunteer is… TK!"

Jun stares at me in surprise, as my father raises an eyebrow at me disprovingly. He obviously wants me to go with her.

"But I'm broke!"

He grins at this, handing me some money.

"There is more than enough here."

I growl at the catcalls coming from the car, and turn to them.

"Have fun you two!"

"Have her home before curfew!"

"I'll trade for your seat!"

I yell, hoping someone will sympathise.

"Don't be silly, you'll sit with me!"

She's grinning now, ecstatic she's got her own way. Like a cat that's got the cream. I throw back my head and yell as the car pulls away, leaving me with my personal living nightmare- Jun.