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Author's Note: This didn't turn out how I wanted it to, so I may do a rewrite in the future. I'm just getting guilty for not uploading in a while, but school started, and you know how it is. Sorry if it's out of character, but I sort of do imagine it this way…

I was looking out the window of the studio-owned van, waiting for the traffic to edge up a bit so Dad and I could finally arrive at our apartment. It was strange being in the car again—I wasn't going to ask how it had been righted up after that attack on the ride from the community center to VenimMyotismon. But somehow Dad had gotten it working and had evaded the city traffic to come to the camp and rescue the eight of us. Now most of them were home, or arriving, and we were waiting in a stupid traffic jam.

I was sitting in the backseat. Next to where T.K. had been before we had found Mom and given him up. But before that happened, he and I had agreed to meet up tomorrow, along with the others. I'm sure we all had the same objective in mind: harass Izzy until he found a way to open up the gate. After all, we still had the Digivices, if not the Tags. And maybe the braniac could work him magic again…

It was a high hope, but one that we weren't going to let go of anytime soon.

I noticed Dad staring at me from the mirror. It was only a matter of time before he started talking. When I say a matter of time, it was only a few minutes.

"So…"

I looked up. "Yeah?"

"Are you going to elaborate," he asked, keeping his eyes on the road. I looked down.

"You know most of it."

"What about the part I don't know?" he used the mirror again to look me in the eye.

"What do you want to know?"

"Quite a bit, actually. Are you going to talk or not?"

"Um…sure."

So began the discussion that I was planning on waiting on. I told him about how we had arrived in the Digiworld from camp, about defeating the evil Digimon, and then about returning and defeating the Dark Masters and eventually Apacolymon. He was silent for most of the story, and, by the time that my overview was over, we had reached our apartment.

I made to open the door. But he stopped me before I got out.

"Matt, I know it must have been hard on you, hurting those Digimon. You were always a good kid, and would stick by a friend no matter what." I blinked. I had left out the mention of the Crests, hoping to avoid that discussion on each of our character traits. Was I really supposed to have the Crest of Friendship? After all of that in the Digiworld, with Tai and the others, I had tried to live up to my Crest, but I never really believed it. Maybe it really was meant for me.

"Anyway, I want you to know, and tell T.K. this, too, that I'm always here to talk to. I feel bad that I had to rely on my son to help out the world, not because I don't trust you and your friends, but because I'm your father, and I should be saving the world with you safe."

"That's okay, Dad. We were the only ones who could do it. I'm pretty sure we would all do it again if we had to."

He looked down at me for a moment, then nodded. "I figured you'd say that. You would always keep your emotions bottled in."

My father knew me better than I knew myself. A little freaky.

"Well, if you ever do see Gabumon again, tell him that I owe him. We all do."

"Sure thing, Dad."

So, let's see, only a few more left until all the kids have had their say. I might continue, I might not. This story wasn't as fun as I thought it would be. We'll see.