Disclaimer: I don't own digimon. Or Nyquil.

Well, I'm back with part two. I'll try to keep this brief. Well part two is, how should I phrase this, very to the point. I just said what needed to be said in order for the plot to progress. Part three is turning out the same way, but hopefully, part four won't. I just really didn't want to write these two parts. Why, I don't know. I'll have three up as soon as I can, since I'm almost done. But for now, here's part two. Enjoy!

Pt. 2 Hope

In the weeks following the burial of Tai and Soras digivices, TK found himself becoming more and more restless. He couldn't sleep, and found himself having strange dreams. Yet, when he awoke, he could never recall them.

But TK tried his best to push these thoughts out of his mind, for he had more pressing worries. As far as TK was concerned, there had been three lives lost that day. Matt had seemingly become a shell with no soul. He didn't speak unless spoken to, which was not an easy task these days. He never left his house, and didn't answer the phone. Even showing up on his doorstep rarely worked, for he almost never answered the door. It was nearly a year after Tai and Sora's death, and TK had only talked to his brother twice. Even that miniscule amount was more than the other digidestined had been able to accomplish.

Now, TK was standing impatiently at Matt's doorstep. He'd knocked, but heard no sound from the other side of the door. Angered, TK beat his fists against the door.

"Matt open up!" he yelled. No response, "Damn it Matt! You can't go on like this!"

With a sudden burst of strength, the now thirteen year old Takeru forced the door open. Upon entering Matt's apartment, he knew something was not right. The place was a mess, as usual. Dirty dishes littered the countertops and sink. Various articles of clothing and other such clutter lay strewn around the floor. Matt was nowhere in sight.

"Matt!" TK called, alarmed.

He made his way further into the apartment. When Matt was not present in either his or his father's bedroom, TK began to question if he was in the apartment at all. Then his eyes fell on the bathroom door. It was slightly ajar, and a light shone from underneath it. TK inhaled sharply as the realization of what Matt had done hit him. His hand trembled as it went to the doorknob. He pushed the door open slowly, afraid of what the image on the other side might be.

His eyes fixated on Matt. He was sprawled on the floor. His pale face lay against the cold tiles. His whole body seemed weak, broken. Next to his open palm lay an open bottle of Nyquil. TK sank to his knees slowly as horror overtook him...

Kari flew up the hospital stairs. She burst through the emergency room door, followed closely by Mr. Ishida. TK stood back on to them.

"TK!" Kari called.

He spun around to face them. Kari ran to him and threw her arms around him, while Mr. Ishida approached the nearest doctor. TK clung tightly to Kari as fresh tears rolled freely down his cheeks. Kari cried her own tears as she embraced TK just as tightly.

"God Kar, we're falling apart," he whispered into her hair...

Several hours later, TK and Kari still remained in the hospital waiting room. They sat in two rather uncomfortable plastic chairs, waiting to hear Matt's fate. Kari cradled an exhausted and unnerved TK in her arms as though he were a young child. She brushed a few arrant tendrils of his soft blond hair from his brow. TK felt somewhat comforted by her touch, yet nothing could take away the images that haunted his mind as he stared blankly at his surroundings. Mr. Ishida wore a similar expression as he sat next to them.

A young doctor approached them somewhat nervously.

"Mr. Ishida?" he questioned, a slight quaver in his voice. Mr. Ishida stood bolt upright at the mention of his name. The doctor continued, "You're son Yamato is doing just fine. You're lucky he got here when he did. However, we'd like to keep him overnight to let him recover. Also, we would advise that he speak with a therapist."

"I'll make sure he does. Can we see him?"

"No, he's still unconscious. You can see him in the morning."

Mr. Ishida nodded solemnly and the doctor left them. At that moment, a distressed looking Nancy Takaishi walked into the waiting room. She hurried over to the three. Freshly shed tears still stained her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry it took so long. How's Matt doing?" she asked in a chocked voice.

"He's fine, but we can't see him until the morning," answered a relieved sounding Mr. Ishida.

"In that case, why don't we get these two home?" she said, referring to TK and Kari, "I'm sure they're exhausted. You can take them. I'll wait here. You have a key, don't you sweetheart?" she asked TK. He nodded blankly in response.

"I'll be back soon," said Ishida as the three rose to leave...

A deathly silence overtook them on the trip home. TK was at the worst Kari had ever seen him. He had always been her rock to climb on, and now he needed her to be his. As the car pulled up to TK apartment building, Kari broke the silence.

"Would you like me to stay with you tonight TK? I mean if that's okay with you Mr. Ishida."

"Yeah I would," TK replied quietly, "Dad?"

"Of course. I'll call you later on tomorrow."

The two nodded and without another word, they got out of the car and took the elevator ride up to TK's apartment. Shakily, they began the actions of getting in the door that would have come as second nature on any other night. They stood in the front porch for several minutes with their shoes off before Kari spoke.

"So..." she started, letting her voice trail.

"Kar, I can't talk right now. I just want to sleep, okay?" he questioned softly.

"Of course. Come on."

The two of them walked down the hall into TK's bedroom and climbed into his bed. Kari wrapped her arms around TK tightly, and he began to cry silently against her until he fell into a fitful sleep...

TK found himself standing in a thick forest. He studied his surroundings, which seemed vaguely familiar.

"TK," a soft voice called to him. It seemed to exist upon the wind itself, and it too, seemed familiar. He felt the urge to cry out swell within him, yet he resisted it. The voice continued on, "TK, help us. You're the only one who can."

Suddenly, the owner of the voices name popped into his head.

"Tai!? Where are you?" he called.

"The digivices. Get them. Bring us back. Save us..." the voice faded.

"Tai!" he called frantically.

He suddenly felt as though he was moving through the forest at a rapid pace. He was going somewhere. Finally, he stopped at a cliff overlooking Primary Village...

TK sat upright in bed. His breathing came in rapid gasps as a cold sweat drenched his entire body. He looked at the clock. It read 2:37 am. Next to him, Kari stirred as she began to wake. For a moment he forgot why she was there, but then the day's events came flooding back to him.

"What's the matter?" Kari asked groggily.

"Tai and Sora. They're alive. I know they are. They're alive. They're in the digiworld. They need my help," TK blurted out frantically.

"What are you talking about?" Kari asked. A slightly pained tone rang clear in her voice, "They're gone. You know that."

"They're not. They're trapped somewhere. I can help them. I can bring them back. You have to believe me Hikari," he whispered.

He drew closer to her, as instinct took over his body. He brought his hand up to her cheek, bringing her even closer and his lips met hers in a passionate kiss.

Kari tensed up at first, yet soon allowed herself to relax, as she became completely immersed in the kiss. TK laid her down on the bed as their kiss intensified.

About fifteen minutes later, Kari was lulled into a blissful sleep, safe in TK's arms. However, TK could not rest. Reluctantly, he let her go, causing her to whimper slightly n her sleep. He walked silently to his door and cast a final glance to Kari before turning the corner and walking into his living room.

He flicked on the computer. Instantly, the glow from the screen lit up the room. He fumbled through his pockets for his digivice while he waited for his computer to load. Once it was ready, he held his digivice up to the screen.

"Digiport open," he whispered before he was engulfed in a bight light and disappeared from sight.

So, what did you all think? Personally, I think the whole dream sequence was a bit cheesy, but that's the only way I could think of to do things. I left you with a bit of a cliffhanger this time. Part three's one will be worse though (he, he, he) If you have any questions, comments, requests or complaints; feel free to mail me at Lucky5@hehe.com I just love talking to you guys, be it good or bad. Thanks for reading this, and please review!