Authors: Fernando Rangel & Mandy Sinclaire

Disclaimer: If we owned Digimon, Ken would not have married Yolei, and Sora and Matt would have never gotten together. *grins* So Please don't sue us..

Rating: Starts off PG for language.goes R for Violence.and if it gets more then that, then hey only time will tell.

Spoilers: Season 2.kind of.

Summary: Tk and Davis are up to their wily shenanigans when hilarity/drama/action ensue and they find each other.in a way they'd never expect. *stares at his summary* That made no sense what so ever did it? *Evil Grin* Just go read and review, you know you want to, ;-)

Feedback: Yes please, don't make us beg. :-D

Notes: AU, *future-like*, Davis & Tk are 16. We did this for an rp we're in called DigimonAU (shameless plug from Mandy, but go join and have fun- just about anything goes.) and then we took it some place all our own and turned it into a fic. Hope you guys like. :-)



"Evil Rising: The Adventures of the Digidestined" ~ Part One



This definitely has to be the biggest mistake of my life, how did I ever think this was a good idea? I mean really, Davis pushed his goggles off his forehead to wipe off a bead of sweat and looked at the field around him, as if he were making sure there were no spectators, and perhaps to even stall the inevitable catastrophe that would happen on this very soccer field. Ironically, he'd chosen this place because hell, soccer was his forte, and he really thought that maybe he stood a chance against.him.

Him. The use of the word in thought emanated with biting contempt, and it filled him with jealousy as he stared at the blond boy with his goofy white hat he always wore.

Self-doubt began to fill his teenage mind, and this only happened during times of great stress when great things were at stake, like now: the ultimate of all stakes. He'd chosen soccer because it was his game and his alone; he was the master, all else paled in comparison! He'd been so sure that he'd win this, and therefore Kari's heart because it was just between Davis and.him. However, now in came the self doubt the minute he saw the blond doofus; he was sure he himself would be the loser, and this entire thing was a horrendous mistake, a fiasco in the making.

And, of course, here he was now, still stalling.

His nervous condition did not go unmerited; Tk had beaten him before with an unconscious challenge in gym class-basketball. Ok, so the challenge hadn't been made aloud, and Tk probably hadn't a clue that it was.actually a challenge, but Davis knew, that was all that mattered.

He knew the truth.

And it was this little secret challenge that he thought fate would bend his way, allow him the upper hand and win Kari's heart he'd been fighting over for so long, but alas it blew up in his face. He'd suddenly gotten cocky, insulted the team and got the ball in the face.literally.

What made this different?

It didn't.aside from the soccer, different game same motive. Davis sighed, and to further stall things he bent over and pretended to tie his shoe, hoping Tk wouldn't notice, and tried to devise a plan to get out of the mess he'd gotten himself into. Me and my stupid mouth. While he did all this, he lectured himself about how he was the bearer of the crest of Courage and this was definitely not the way to act.

Tk sighed as he watched Davis bent over "tying" his shoe, was the boy that intimidated by little old him? He couldn't help but smirk to himself, leave it to good old Davis to do the whole self-doubt thing. This was his game after all, Davis ruled the field of soccer, what did he have to be intimidated about, if anybody should be it should be him, and although he did want to win this game, he dreaded having to play the game, it wasn't his forte, so devastation seemed to loom in the air. But there was no other way, "Are we about ready to play Davis? Cause either way, prep work or not, tied shoes or untied, I'm still going to kick your ass." He threw the soccer ball at him and said, "This is getting old."

Davis straightened up from his potential shoe tying and caught the ball effortlessly, "What's getting old? Your brain?"

"Save it for the field," Tk growled and headed for the field, he wasn't quite sure why Davis got to him so much and so he didn't look back.

"Fine!" Davis bellowed to himself as he leaned over to grab the soccer ball. For whatever reason, his insult hadn't even grazed Tk, and for some reason it got to him. More so then he realized, but whatever it was that he did get was too much for him. He didn't want Tk getting to him.

"Loser," Tk muttered under his breath, and tripped over a rock embedded in the earth.

He closed his eyes as his face was in the ground, Smooth, very smooth. Very not pathetic, he thought. He sat up and watched as his shin began to drip blood, Shit, now you've gone and done it, Mom is going to be so pissed at you for doing this. And it's a lot of blood too.. But, oh well, still have to play. He grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket, and started to clean off as much blood as possible.

It still hurt though.a lot.

Davis straightened up, ready to run into the field and hopefully whoop the pants off Tk, but instead what he saw stopped him dead in his tracks, and his eyes widened at the site. Shit, he thought. He stood there for a few moments, the shock still coursing through him as he watched as Tk start wiping the blood from off his leg, and although his mind began to register the happenings, his body was still lagging a bit behind.

He wasn't quite sure how, but he had ended up by Tk's side, and his mind, though knowing fully well what was going on, became numb. "What happened?" The concerned question came out all wrong, in a tone he hadn't meant for it to be in, more condescending then originally meant.

"Your caring is impeccable," Tk stated. "I tripped on that big rock over there, and I skinned my knee.pretty bad." He hated admitting it, but it was true. Tk shrugged his shoulders and said, "I give up Davis. I need to get home." He looked Davis in the eyes and said, "We'll finish this later ok.I need to get home."

He tried to stand up, but couldn't, the pain surged through his body and that wasn't a good sign, pain was definitely not a good sign.

The shock that had a large grip on Davis began to break through, half by the threat of losing the chance to win Kari, a part of him feeling shallow for thinking about this here and now, and the other half by Tk standing up, or at least trying to. "Don't!" Davis shouted, he would have shoved the boy back down had he made it all the way up, but he didn't. "What are you stupid? Don't try and stand on it, you have no idea what you've done to your leg yet!" He grabbed his vest and took it off, at the same time shedding his shirt off as well. Now down to an undershirt he began helping Tk with wiping the blood off before Tk could stop him. "You'd better thank me for this later, I'm giving up my favorite shirt for you."

Covering up his concern with retorts, something Davis always seemed to do when he was with Tk. He'd never do it, but he only seemed to realize the actions after they happen, thus making it impossible to avoid. He made a note to himself to try to remember to think before he acted, or talked.or well to, well, think before anything actually.

Tk stared at him questioningly, "I just skinned my knee, God, ok so it's a little bloodier then usua."

He tried standing up, even after the cautious warning, Oh boy, he thought. "Yeah, sitting would be good." Davis shook his head, "Told you," and continued to help clean Tk up. "Thanks," Tk managed to mutter as he watched Davis take care of him. "Consider me appreciative boy," he said quietly as he stared at Davis curiously as he ruined his favorite shirt with Tk's blood. When did Davis become so.not him?

Tk cleared his throat and said, "I'll try and replace it later, I promise." He then touched his ankle now regretting having tried to stand up.twice.

Tk stared at Davis, then looked into his eyes.

He couldn't believe he was actually going to ask him.

Hell must have definitely frozen over.

He cleared his throat again for the umpteenth time and said, "Um.Davis, er, that is, would you mind.y'know, kind of like.help me, walk home? I think I might have really hurt my leg." He blushed; Tk wasn't exactly the type of guy to just go around asking for favors, especially during times of.mild crisis. He quickly added, "And then, I can replace your shirt, temporarily." He blinked as he carefully stared into Davis's eyes searching for a clue to the answer he was going to give.

The people closest to Davis would say he had two sides to his personality. One side was the one that he showed everyone, the one that people usually saw, the fumbling, joking, and fun type of guy. Then there was the other side to him that appeared during times like this, and it was rarely viewed. He became very different from the usual that others expected of him. This side of him knew things, took control, a commando of sorts, and instincts on how to treat people who were hurt. Therefore, instead of acting like his usual self, the one that would probably be punning or spouting of some sarcastic comment, he acted accordingly and nodded his head at Tk's request, "And don't worry about it, you don't have to replace it." He quickly stood up preparing to help the injured digidestined.

Tk smiled a bit, "Thanks." He became very happy Davis wasn't punning or saying something that would definitely piss him off. He leaned onto Davis's shoulder and they started toward his apartment. The day was a bit breezy, and somewhat cold. "Hey stop a minute."

A chilly breeze swept through the city, hitting the two boys hard-Davis shook with coldness. Tk used one hand to balance himself on Davis's shoulder, and quickly used the other one to undo the jacket at his waist and then handed it to Davis, "Y'know so you don't get cold." Davis blinked from staring at him for so long with his large brown eyes, "Are you sure? You don't need it?" Yeah, so, he only had an undershirt on, but Tk was the one that was hurt, and he didn't need to get sick. Ok, so, they were rivals, but that didn't mean he wanted the boy to be sick and have a mangled ankle; that's just wrong for everyone-even mimes.

Tk shrugged, "It's no big deal, besides," he looked to himself and then back at Tk's body, "I've got more clothes on, you'll get sicker then I will." He gave Davis one of his oh so famous half-smiles. Y'know, Davis can be a good guy when he wants to be, he thought.

Davis shook his head, "You're crazy." Tk laughed, "Yeah well, a crazy man with a jacket, so," he stuck his tongue out at the poofy haired boy. Davis chuckled as he slipped the said jacket on his shoulders. Quickly he helped Tk and they two headed out of the park, Tk hobbling as he walked-leaning on Davis for support. Tk smirked, "What are we going to tell Kari?"

Davis laughed, "We'll tell her you were clumsily trying to play my game, and you hurt yourself. And I just so happened to be in the neighborhood, um.about to practice when I saw you goofily trip. The ritual mocking commenced, and then I helped you home."

Tk shook his head; "Sounds like you've thought this up a while ago."

"What can I say, I always like sounding like the night and shining."

Tk nodded his head, "Well be proud, you're mine this day." Davis pushed out his chin and held his proud face and said, "Twas an honor my lad." Tk stopped, "Hold up." He took a breather, leaning against the light pole to give Davis a rest, and lightly touched his ankle. "Thanks for doing this Davis," he said almost at a whisper. Davis furrowed his brow, "What did you think I was so callous and strange I'd leave you there to make your way home by yourself." Tk felt slightly ashamed as he replied, "A little." Davis smirked, "Well you're right. I would have. But." He paused for a moment and said, "I don't like seeing you hurt." He cleared his throat and said, "Ok, that's enough of a break, let's get you home." He grabbed Tk's arm, wrapping it around his neck, taking most of his weight and the two headed toward Tk's apartment.

The two were quiet on the way over, and not much was said until they got almost a block away from the blond boy's apartment, that's when the clouds darkened and began to roll, thunder cackled, and lightning struck. The two boys stared at the day turned into a twisted version of its former self, and the showering began-long, hard, big globs of water drops falling to the ground-needless to say, the boys quickly became soaked.

The boys looked to each other and quickly the giggle twins were born, and they laughed so much they were red in the face. This just made it about the worst day ever, for the both of them. They still headed toward Tk's apartment, and by the time they were at the door to the building, Tk fished for his keys as he hobbled to the door. He opened it, and turned back to Davis who stood there shivering in the rain, and shook his head as Davis said, "I'll see you later Tk."

Tk's brow furrowed, "What are you the stupid one now?" He couldn't believe it; he was actually going to do this. Never in his life had he ever thought this would happen. "Why don't you just come in from the rain, you live way the fuck out there, and just stay here until the rain stops." Davis blinked, was he for real? "You serious?" Davis asked shocked. Tk chuckled, "I owe you a shirt don't I?" He waited a bit and said, "Come on you doof, let's go." Quickly adding, "Besides, don't you think I need a little help in?" Davis smirked, always gave him a job to do so he didn't feel too useless. "Fine, I'll stay until the storm's over, then I'm gone." Tk's hands flew up, "Not stopping you." Davis hopped up the steps and helped Tk to the elevator and the two swiftly moved up to the floor and entered Tk's apartment.