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 Two



Davis shuddered frantically from the cold air-conditioning as they walked through the door, he witnessed Tk also shivering.

Tk quickly started to strip off his clothes turning to Davis and said, "Lose the wet stuff, my mom'll throw a fit if the house is all.messed up. I'll go turn on the heat." Davis nodded, and soon he wore nothing more then socks and shorts.

Davis followed Tk into the hallway, and he stood there as Tk still stood by the thermostat with most of his clothes on, "You know it isn't very fair for me to have lost most of my stuff, and you're still all fine and dandy." Tk smirked, "I did come to turn on the heat. I can't very well walk with a messed up ankle, and shin, not to mention take off my clothes, and turn up the ac at the same time now can I." Davis smirked, "Right."

Tk hobbled toward his room, and started to remove his shirt, and some how managed to trip over his own foot-butter feet, and to his shock he fell forward and into Davis, knocking the two on the ground. Their cold bodies quickly warming by the touch of their flesh, he looked into Davis's eyes and said, "I'm.so sorry." The two lingered there for a moment, until Tk noticed Davis was moving oddly close to him, his lip area specifically-he didn't do a thing to stop it.

Davis was almost numb, the feeling of the weight, and the shock of the fall barely registering as he stared into Tk's green eyes, and shock filled his body. Not so much about the fall, the slight pain he felt in his back from the impact, or the person who was on top of him, but more so the feelings that began to course through the very fiber of his being-electric almost.

It scared him.

Davis was a man of instinct, always reacting to things by the seat of his pants and instinct pitied him as he laid there, their bodies and limbs entwined from the fall, Oh boy, he thought. If his brain had actually been functioning all the wonderful insecurities he loved so dearly would begin to mound in his mind, and he'd have a virtual cornucopia of things to run through his head, not to mention self condemnation and the such. And maybe it was a good thing his brain was seemingly on vacation because he barely registered that his lips were moving dangerously close to Tk's and if they moved closer.

Being the instinctive creature he was, the mental lapse passed and he was now thinking rationally or at least his radical interpretation on what thinking rational was. So, he registered how silly he was acting, and quickly blushed as he moved away-untangling his body from Tk's and stood up mumbling, "Did your ankle get anymore hurt?"

Tk sat on the floor blinking as Davis helped him up. Davis just wasn't about to, no, he wouldn't have just. He took a deep breath and said, "No, you broke my fall, er.well, you know what I mean." He slipped off his soggy socks and shoes, "Come on let's go to my room, I'll get you out of those clothes," he stared at Davis, "and into some dry ones.cause, y'know.those are all wet and stuff." Tk hobbled into his room flagging Davis in.

Oh God, I'm probably blushing-I'm redder then any tomato in the world, he thought. Davis stood up slowly, partially feeling relief and another part of him still felt the pain slightly, but the more plausible reason would be the obvious-fear, fear because he was the type of person who liked to know what was going on, and at this moment he had no clue whatsoever about what was transpiring.

Why was he having these thoughts, these feelings, and these instincts? The type of thoughts, feeling, and instincts he always thought were meant for Kari if something like this had happened between them

Instead, they seemed to gravitate toward Tk. He followed Tk into his room, unable to ignore the small odd jump that his insides made by both the comment about loss of clothing and entering Tk's room.

Davis was not equipped to understand this situation. Slightly, he shook his head as though pushing whatever naughty thoughts, feelings, and instincts running through his mind and body. Davis was a firm believer of the "Out of Sight, Out Of Mind" method when it came to his feelings; if he ignored them enough, avoided them, put them in a little ball and seemingly "lost" them, they didn't exist. At all.

The ones he didn't want to anyway.

Tk slipped into his room, moving some dirty clothes out of the way, "Sorry the room is a mess, I haven't had the time to clean it." He gave Davis a smile and moved to the drawers. He pulled out a drawer and started searching, "So Davis, what is it about Kari you like..."

He wasn't exactly sure why he asked, but he did. He grabbed a tee and some shorts chucking it at Davis, "I mean you just don't seem like the usual type to dig Kari, usually the guys that like her are well...losers." He gave him a tiny smile quickly saying, "You're not exactly one of them."

He cleared his throat and blushed a little, quickly turning to grab a pair of shorts, and a t-shirt. Without thinking, he moved to the closet, dropped his shorts, and started changing. "Don't get me wrong," he turned to face Davis as he slipped his shirt on, "You're a ditz sometimes, but...you seem like..."

He let the thought trail not sure where he was going with it...

Davis blushed when TK started to undress, and pretended to "accidentally" drop the clothing that Tk had thrown at him. Leaning over to slowly pick it up, trying to keep his mind off the fact that Tk was changing right in front of him. And not to mention the fact that he wanted oh so much to ogle at the boy.

"Y-y-you're not of that type either..." Davis stuttered out, dropping the t-shirt for real this time, "And I seem like what?"

Davis straightened out; blushing again when he realized TK wasn't finished. Averting his eyes, he looked everywhere in the room but Tk, though he definitely did not want to do that.

"Hm.I don't know," he was done dressing now and saw Davis trying not to look at him, he wondered why, when they were in gym it wasn't a big thing like when they were showering, nothing big, why was acting strange now?

He took a deep breath and said as he heard Davis ask his question, "You seem...I don't know, I don't even know what I'm saying anymore." He flopped on his bed, careful not to land too hard on his sore ankle. He watched Davis standing uncomfortably and he could see the tension in his shoulders. "Hey Davis, what's up?" He could see his resolved face. "Here sit down next to me," he said as he patted to the spot next to him.

"One sec." Davis turned around for a moment and changed his clothing as quickly as he could. He waited a moment longer even after finishing, trying to hide his extreme embarrassment from all this. If his mind hadn't been torn apart from complete and utter breathtaking confusion, he'd be able to comprehend all this, but the fact remained that his mind was in this state, and therefore all he could do was move through motions until he finally understood.

Turning around after he satisfied himself with the fact he'd put on a convincing enough face, he walked over to the bed and hesitated for a moment, though he was not quite sure why, the idea of sitting on the bed...somehow...scared him?

Things were definitely beginning to verge on too much. He pushed off the feelings that began to form and sat next to TK, forcing up a smile as he said, "Nothings up, I'm just worried about you." He looked down for a moment, "Can I see your ankle?" TK's brow furrowed, "Don't worry about it Davis." He smiled and moved to hug Davis, he wrapped his arms around him; this was different.

He cleared his throat and said, "I'll be fine," but to satisfy Davis he placed his ankle on his lap, "See, totally fine. O-ok, so it's a lil black and blue...but it happens, and ooh look bleeding's stopped." Stop it, you're babbling; you never babble what's wrong with you? He thought.

Despite his trying to make Davis more comfortable, he still noticed slight tension.

"You're so tense. Here," he moved his arms, and placed his hands on Davis's shoulders and started massaging him, "Better?"

Davis blinked.

The hug felt nice.

The massage felt nice.

The closeness felt nice.

Once again, Davis was trying to push all thoughts and feelings out of mind, but was failing miserably this time, this time they were too overwhelming to ignore, to insistent to ignore.

It could be he blocked them out so much that it was the breakage of the dam.

Whatever it was, it was happening now.

Blushing more than ever before this time, Davis tried to busy himself with something else. Looking down at TK's ankle, he started checking it gently the way his mom always did whenever he got hurt. "Tell me if it hurts a lot anywhere." Touching him felt a lot different this time. Somehow...charged, filled with something he couldn't quite place his finger on. Whatever it was, it was increasing the feelings in their intensity, and it was getting hard to resist them...

He wasn't sure he wanted to anymore.

Suddenly he found himself, instead of checking TK's ankle over, moving it off his lap and tackling Tk onto the bed. He now initiated the kiss, which had been so rudely interrupted by Davis before.