Gatomon walked into the large lab she discovered in Piedmon's lair. She had been here before to resurrect Devimon, Metaletemon, and Puppetmon, but now she needed another type of help. She walked over to a counsel and whipped a disk from under her gloved paw. She picked up several disks while she was back on earth. This one was called autorecover.bat. She had originally brought it back to try and restore Wizardmon, but her plans had changed.

A quick tap on the computer console brought up a screen. She inserted the disk and began vocalizing her commands. "Computer, can programs Datamon and Vademon be recovered?"

"Yes." The computer replied.

A smile smirked across Gatomon's face, "Good, restore those programs, making sure to include program Gatomon's servant."

The computer complied and started without hesitation. In front of her on a platform, thousands of bits of information began swirling around and started to combine into two forms. After a few minutes, two figures walked of the platform. One looked like an octopus with a brain on top, the other a light bulb with mechanical arms and legs.

"Good to see my two new scientists." Gatomon welcomed them. "Now enough chit chat, I have work for you two."

"Excuse me," Datamon walked forward, "While I'm grateful for being brought back, I have no intention for working for a mere cat." He turned to the door and began to leave.

Gatomon whipped out a remote control, she pressed a button, and suddenly Datamon writhed in pain. She replaced her remote under her glove. "Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I've implanted some code when I resurrected you. Disobeying me can result in pain or deletion. Any questions?"

"Not here! Vademon shook his head.

Gatomon turned towards Datamon's form, "And you?" Datamon got up and nodded weakly. "Good. Now here's what I want you to make for me."



A few hours later Gatomon returned to the lab. She walked over two where the pair where working. "Now how's my little pet project going?"

Datamon let out a silent curse, which Gatomon pretended not to hear. He took a gear from the table and tossed it to Gatomon. "Thanks to my research on Sora, and Vademon's ability to remove emotions like on that Izzy digidestined, we've come up with that. The digidestined digimon are naturally immune to the black gears thanks to prolonged exposure to the digivices when they were baby and in-training digimon. However, that gear there will temporarily remove all guilt, decently, and morality for a limited amount of time. With more work the gears will last longer."

Vademon took a step forward, "However we have to test it first to see if it actually works."

Gatomon smiled, "I know just the one to test it on." She walked out of the lab laughing tossing the gear up and down in her paw.

The dungeon door flew open. Gomamon looked up and saw Gatomon walk through. He was still chained in the spread eagle position after his last encounter with the feline turncoat. She walked up to Gomamon and leaned against his furry chest. She put one hand on his shoulder and began tracing a claw up and down his body. "What do you want now?" Gomamon sneered out.

"Why, I'm going to let you go if you want me to." Gatomon released Gomamon from her embrace and walked over to the wall. She flipped a switch on the wall and Gomamon fell to the floor. He looked up in surprise. "You can go now if you choose," She walked up him and quickly smacked him once across the face, "or you can stay here with me for a little payback."

Although Gomamon still Gatomon was one of the most striking digimon in either world, he let out quick. "Not in a digi-millennium!" Gomamon made a break for the door.

Just before he ran out of the cell, Gatomon yelled out sweetly, "Oh Gomamon…." Gomamon new that he should keep running, but he turned around quickly anyway. Gatomon reached behind her back and pulled out something. "Catch."

Gatomon threw the black gear towards Gomamon. He instinctively tried to bat it away, but it immediately embedded in his skin. A yelp of pain escaped his lips as the gear burrowed into him. She walked towards him, and placed her paws on his shoulders. "Still want to leave?"

Gomamon turned to the door to run, but he realized, why should he? He thought about Joe and the others, and realized he didn't care. He couldn't think of a single good reason for leaving. "Not at all."

After almost an hour of Gomamon doing anything and everything Gatomon wanted, he woke up and said, "What did I just do?" Gatomon got up as well; "Hmm it seems the gear has run its course. Ah well," She ran her paw through his fire red Mohawk, "I got what I wanted."

Gomamon took a swipe at her, but was promptly kicked in the corner. Gatomon turned away and walked towards the door. "You can stay here, we can play later when you're feeling up to it." Gatomon smiled and slammed the door behind her. An enraged Gomamon threw himself against the door, but only succeeded in hurting his shoulder. Gatomon chuckled to herself as she walked away. She held another gear in her paw. "Now with these little babies, we can have a little fun."