Digital Demons III - Part 2
by Nopporn Wongrassamee
Summary - A Digimon Tamers/Jackie Chan Adventures/
Gatekeepers Crossover. The team gets to know their chaperone
while Jade gets the boot.
Disclaimer - None of these characters are mine, nor am I making a
profit here.
"Captain, you didn't tell me SHE would be on the team," Agent
MacTaggert complained.
"Oh, yeah, it's great to see you, too, Tag," Jade replied with equal
enthusiasm. That is to say, none.
"Well, I certainly don't need you cramping my style, little girl,"
MacTaggert told Jade pointedly. "Now, I've been put in charge of
this so-called team which is cramping enough. And kids? You all
should be home and letting the adults handle the situation. But
since you're the ones with all the powers, I guess you'll just have to do."
"Oh, yeah. This guy's going to be a great leader," Rika muttered
sarcastically.
"Cramp your style?" Jade shot back to MacTaggert, "I seem to
recall Uncle Jackie and I pulling your a... you out of a bad
situation."
"I wouldn't have been in that bad situation, if you and your Uncle
hadn't followed me in the first place," MacTaggert retorted. He
turned to Captain Black. "Sir, you're not going to make me work
with this little monster, are you?"
"Um, no," Captain Black replied, troubled.
"Yes!" Jade whispered to herself.
"I'm sorry, Jade," Black sighed. "But you can't be on the team."
"What?" Jade yelped.
"Aside from the general lack of powers," Black began to explain,
"there are other factors that say you can't join."
"Like what?"
In reply, Black just turned to look at Jackie.
"Jackie?" Jade half asked, half pleaded.
"I'm sorry, Jade," Jackie told her, resigned to knowing exactly what
Jade's response was going to be. "But it's..."
"...too dangerous," Jade finished for him. "Yeah, I've heard it
before." Barging between the adults, Jade ran from the gym.
Tears were beginning to leak from her eyes.
***
"Jade really had her heart set on being part of this team," Ruriko
commented after she and Black had retired to his office. "Are you
sure you did the right thing? When I was on a team, we had a
member that had no powers that I could see. Well, my then
husband to be insisted the guy had a Gate power, and he turned
out to be right in the end. Where was I?" She paused to get her
thoughts back on track. "Anyway, the point is, for most of the time
that I knew Bancho, he had no discernable powers at all. That
didn't make him useless, though."
"Unfortunately, ma'am, it wasn't my decision," Black sighed in
reply. "Without powers, I really have no justification to defy the
expressed wishes of her legal guardian."
"And Agent MacTaggert?" Ruriko queried. "From what I saw, he
didn't exactly make a great first impression on the kids."
"I'm sure that once they get to know him, they'll get along fine,"
Black said confidently.
***
"Alright, everyone, that's enough pushups for now," MacTaggert
announced, springing to his feet.
Sweaty exhausted, kids and and Digimon alike collapsed to the
mat exhausted. For nearly half an hour, the Agent had been
running them through a series of exercises. For most of them, he
also seemed to be running them into the ground, too.
Unnoticed during the exercises were Takato's digivice and notes
left on a bench. The notes had been busy swiping themselves
through his digivice of their own accord.
"C'mon, everyone, you're not tired yet, are you?" MacTaggert
asked rhetorically. "We still have a two mile run on the treadmills
to do."
In reply, there came a collective moan and groan fest.
"You lot are supposed to go out and save the world!" MacTaggert
scolded. "How are you supposed to do that if you're not in
shape?"
"What shape?" Terriermon asked plaintively. "Like a puddle of
water? That's what I feel like."
"This is no fun," Calumon complained.
"Fun? Fun?" MacTaggert repeated indignantly. "We're out to save
the world, people. This is serious business, not 'fun'!"
"Agent Tag..." Henry began as everyone strated trying to get to
their feet.
"MacTaggert," the Agent corrected. "'Tag' is just a code name I get
assigned when I'm on assignment."
"Right, Agent MacTaggert," Henry began again, "I don't think we're
going to beat the bad guys with our fists."
"Really? And how are you going to beat them?" MacTaggert asked
snidely. "Care to give me a demonstration?"
"Gee, that sounds like a great idea!" Takato replied with over
exaggerated innocence. He turned to his partner. "Guilmon, give
the nice Agent a demo, will ya?"
"Okay, Takato," Guilmon agreed readily, reading his partner's
intent. The Digimon turned to the Agent, and opened his mouth
wide. "PYRO SPHERE!"
***
"Jade?" Jackie called, knocking on the doorframe to Jade's
bedroom. "Can I come in?"
"Go away!" Jade replied from where she sulked in her bed.
"Hey, why don't we do something together?" Jackie suggested
suddenly, grasping at straws.
"Like what?" Jade asked suspiciously.
"There's a show at the Convention Center," Jackie suggested. "The
Chinese government has many cultural artifacts touring the U.S.
and they're in San Francisco right now. I believed we talked about
it before... all this happened."
"Oh, that." Jade frowned thoughtfully. "You want us to go see a
bunch of antiques from China?"
"Yes," Jackie replied, encouraged by Jade's seeming interest.
"Even though we live in and above a Chinese antique shop?"
Jade asked pointedly.
"Uh," Jackie stammered, seeing what Jade was getting at.
"No thanks," Jade told Jackie, throwing her sheets over her head.
"I'll be downstairs if you need me," Jackie sighed as he left.
A few minutes later, Jade's cell phone rang.
***
"This is Jade. And before you ask, no, I don't want to buy
anything."
"Jade?"
"Rika? What's up? New emergency?"
"No, no emergency."
"You guys getting along with Agent Tag?"
"Let's just say we took a while to establish where we stand with
each other."
"Uh...okay."
"Listen, Jade, the reason I called is that the guys and I are, um,
bored. That's it, bored. We'd like to see a little more of America
while we're here. Something more than Section 13, anyway. Got
any ideas?"
"Is Agent Tag okay with this? He is your new leader guy now,
right?"
"Let's just say Agent Tag isn't in a position to disagree."
"Rika, you didn't hurt him, did you?"
"What? No! He's alive and intact. Agent Tag's just... indisposed
right now."
"Darn."
"So...any ideas, Jade?"
"Yeah, I have an idea. Meet me at..."
***
"Hey, Dolphin," Shibumi greeted, setting a mug of steaming
coffee on the other man's desk. "How are you doing?"
"Just fine," the other man mumbled as he worked some piece of
coding. "Thanks for the coffee."
"Sure thing," Shibumi replied, taking a sip from his own mug.
"Funning thing though. From here you look like crap. Wanna talk
about it?"
Rob McCoy - aka "Dolphin" - glanced at the photo on his desk
the resumed his work. "No," he said shortly.
Shibumi picked up the photo and looked at it. It was a picture of
a girl roughly the same age as the Tamers. "Is this your
daughter?" he asked gently.
Dolphin stopped work and rested his head in his hands. "Was my
daughter," Dolphin corrected tiredly. "She vanished during the
D-Reaper incident. Last anyone saw, she was heading into the
danger zone. No one has seen her since. I was so busy, I didn't
even no she was missing until afterwards." He was on the verge
of tears now. "And now she's probably..."
"Daddy?"
Startled, Dolphin spun in his seat to see his daughter standing
right behind him. "Alice!" he called joyfully, practically flying from
his seat to sweep his daughter up in a bear hug.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," Alice sobbed, hugging her father back.
"Shhh, it's alright, baby," Dolphin hold her. "Everything's alright
now."
As he watched the reunion, Shibumi spotted out of the corner of
his eye, a flicker of white in Hypnos' perenial dark gray. He looked
up to see a girl in a white kimono watching the reunion, too. The
girl's and his eyes locked in mutual recognition.
"Yukino?" Shibumi whispered to himself as the girl vanished.
***
"Now, now, people, let's not fight among ourselves," the Attache
placated, soothingly.
"C'mon, everyone, look on the bright side," the Newsie added.
"Bright side?" echoed the Technician. "What bright side?"
A holographic bar chart appeared above the table. "Fear and
uncertainty are up," the Newsie explained. "Humans were already
uncertain of what the future holds. With these attacks, the
overall Dark Side quotient..."
"Dark Side quotient?" the Technician muttered under his breath.
"...has had a serious boost," the Newsie continued, ignoring the
other's sarcasm. "Add in the previously existing economic and
international factors..."
"Yes," the Zealot chuckled nastily, "Not a bad piece of work if I do
say so myself."
"Indeed," the Accountant preened, "it's sometimes amazes me
what humans will do with just a little encouragement."
"You'll pardon me if I remain pessimistic," the Spy said sourly.
"Now that the human governments know about us, they have a
convenient boogieman to blame all their troubles on."
"Ah, but the governments are publicly denying the paranormal,"
the Newsie pointed out. "Add to that the fact that polls show a
good many people don't believe them has pushed up the Dark
Side quotient even higher."
"Did you just make that term up?" the Technician asked. "I mean,
'Dark Side quotient'?"
"That's not my only concern," the Spy continued, ignoring the
Technician. "There's also the little matter of the Shadowkhan."
"Yes, I find it disturbing that we might find ourselves in some
pointless feud with the minions of someone else's Master," the
Attache added thoughtfully.
"It's inevitable," the Soldier stated. "The Shadowkhan's Master is
one of these super Digimon. If we fight him, we will ineveitably be
fighting his Shadowkhan. So what? I have every confidence that
we can at least defeat those antiquated cultists."
"You sure?" the Spy asked neutrally, not looking at any of them.
He appeared to be scanning the surrounding shadows, as if he
suddenly noticed something.
"Absolutely," the Soldier declared proudly. "We are the demons of
the modern world. The Shadowkhan are relics of a medieval
past. We have every advantage!"
"I hope you're right," the Spy said quietly as he took off his
sunglasses and pulled out the special sunglasses. "Because
they're here."
As the Spy donned his other glasses and transformed, glowing
red eyes began appearing in the surrounding murk by the score.
Accompanying the eyes was the sheen of countless blades being
pulled from scabbards.
As the others scrambled for their special glasses, the Spy jumped
from his seat, spun, and cut loose with a stream of flame at the
Shadowkhan behind him.
by Nopporn Wongrassamee
Summary - A Digimon Tamers/Jackie Chan Adventures/
Gatekeepers Crossover. The team gets to know their chaperone
while Jade gets the boot.
Disclaimer - None of these characters are mine, nor am I making a
profit here.
"Captain, you didn't tell me SHE would be on the team," Agent
MacTaggert complained.
"Oh, yeah, it's great to see you, too, Tag," Jade replied with equal
enthusiasm. That is to say, none.
"Well, I certainly don't need you cramping my style, little girl,"
MacTaggert told Jade pointedly. "Now, I've been put in charge of
this so-called team which is cramping enough. And kids? You all
should be home and letting the adults handle the situation. But
since you're the ones with all the powers, I guess you'll just have to do."
"Oh, yeah. This guy's going to be a great leader," Rika muttered
sarcastically.
"Cramp your style?" Jade shot back to MacTaggert, "I seem to
recall Uncle Jackie and I pulling your a... you out of a bad
situation."
"I wouldn't have been in that bad situation, if you and your Uncle
hadn't followed me in the first place," MacTaggert retorted. He
turned to Captain Black. "Sir, you're not going to make me work
with this little monster, are you?"
"Um, no," Captain Black replied, troubled.
"Yes!" Jade whispered to herself.
"I'm sorry, Jade," Black sighed. "But you can't be on the team."
"What?" Jade yelped.
"Aside from the general lack of powers," Black began to explain,
"there are other factors that say you can't join."
"Like what?"
In reply, Black just turned to look at Jackie.
"Jackie?" Jade half asked, half pleaded.
"I'm sorry, Jade," Jackie told her, resigned to knowing exactly what
Jade's response was going to be. "But it's..."
"...too dangerous," Jade finished for him. "Yeah, I've heard it
before." Barging between the adults, Jade ran from the gym.
Tears were beginning to leak from her eyes.
***
"Jade really had her heart set on being part of this team," Ruriko
commented after she and Black had retired to his office. "Are you
sure you did the right thing? When I was on a team, we had a
member that had no powers that I could see. Well, my then
husband to be insisted the guy had a Gate power, and he turned
out to be right in the end. Where was I?" She paused to get her
thoughts back on track. "Anyway, the point is, for most of the time
that I knew Bancho, he had no discernable powers at all. That
didn't make him useless, though."
"Unfortunately, ma'am, it wasn't my decision," Black sighed in
reply. "Without powers, I really have no justification to defy the
expressed wishes of her legal guardian."
"And Agent MacTaggert?" Ruriko queried. "From what I saw, he
didn't exactly make a great first impression on the kids."
"I'm sure that once they get to know him, they'll get along fine,"
Black said confidently.
***
"Alright, everyone, that's enough pushups for now," MacTaggert
announced, springing to his feet.
Sweaty exhausted, kids and and Digimon alike collapsed to the
mat exhausted. For nearly half an hour, the Agent had been
running them through a series of exercises. For most of them, he
also seemed to be running them into the ground, too.
Unnoticed during the exercises were Takato's digivice and notes
left on a bench. The notes had been busy swiping themselves
through his digivice of their own accord.
"C'mon, everyone, you're not tired yet, are you?" MacTaggert
asked rhetorically. "We still have a two mile run on the treadmills
to do."
In reply, there came a collective moan and groan fest.
"You lot are supposed to go out and save the world!" MacTaggert
scolded. "How are you supposed to do that if you're not in
shape?"
"What shape?" Terriermon asked plaintively. "Like a puddle of
water? That's what I feel like."
"This is no fun," Calumon complained.
"Fun? Fun?" MacTaggert repeated indignantly. "We're out to save
the world, people. This is serious business, not 'fun'!"
"Agent Tag..." Henry began as everyone strated trying to get to
their feet.
"MacTaggert," the Agent corrected. "'Tag' is just a code name I get
assigned when I'm on assignment."
"Right, Agent MacTaggert," Henry began again, "I don't think we're
going to beat the bad guys with our fists."
"Really? And how are you going to beat them?" MacTaggert asked
snidely. "Care to give me a demonstration?"
"Gee, that sounds like a great idea!" Takato replied with over
exaggerated innocence. He turned to his partner. "Guilmon, give
the nice Agent a demo, will ya?"
"Okay, Takato," Guilmon agreed readily, reading his partner's
intent. The Digimon turned to the Agent, and opened his mouth
wide. "PYRO SPHERE!"
***
"Jade?" Jackie called, knocking on the doorframe to Jade's
bedroom. "Can I come in?"
"Go away!" Jade replied from where she sulked in her bed.
"Hey, why don't we do something together?" Jackie suggested
suddenly, grasping at straws.
"Like what?" Jade asked suspiciously.
"There's a show at the Convention Center," Jackie suggested. "The
Chinese government has many cultural artifacts touring the U.S.
and they're in San Francisco right now. I believed we talked about
it before... all this happened."
"Oh, that." Jade frowned thoughtfully. "You want us to go see a
bunch of antiques from China?"
"Yes," Jackie replied, encouraged by Jade's seeming interest.
"Even though we live in and above a Chinese antique shop?"
Jade asked pointedly.
"Uh," Jackie stammered, seeing what Jade was getting at.
"No thanks," Jade told Jackie, throwing her sheets over her head.
"I'll be downstairs if you need me," Jackie sighed as he left.
A few minutes later, Jade's cell phone rang.
***
"This is Jade. And before you ask, no, I don't want to buy
anything."
"Jade?"
"Rika? What's up? New emergency?"
"No, no emergency."
"You guys getting along with Agent Tag?"
"Let's just say we took a while to establish where we stand with
each other."
"Uh...okay."
"Listen, Jade, the reason I called is that the guys and I are, um,
bored. That's it, bored. We'd like to see a little more of America
while we're here. Something more than Section 13, anyway. Got
any ideas?"
"Is Agent Tag okay with this? He is your new leader guy now,
right?"
"Let's just say Agent Tag isn't in a position to disagree."
"Rika, you didn't hurt him, did you?"
"What? No! He's alive and intact. Agent Tag's just... indisposed
right now."
"Darn."
"So...any ideas, Jade?"
"Yeah, I have an idea. Meet me at..."
***
"Hey, Dolphin," Shibumi greeted, setting a mug of steaming
coffee on the other man's desk. "How are you doing?"
"Just fine," the other man mumbled as he worked some piece of
coding. "Thanks for the coffee."
"Sure thing," Shibumi replied, taking a sip from his own mug.
"Funning thing though. From here you look like crap. Wanna talk
about it?"
Rob McCoy - aka "Dolphin" - glanced at the photo on his desk
the resumed his work. "No," he said shortly.
Shibumi picked up the photo and looked at it. It was a picture of
a girl roughly the same age as the Tamers. "Is this your
daughter?" he asked gently.
Dolphin stopped work and rested his head in his hands. "Was my
daughter," Dolphin corrected tiredly. "She vanished during the
D-Reaper incident. Last anyone saw, she was heading into the
danger zone. No one has seen her since. I was so busy, I didn't
even no she was missing until afterwards." He was on the verge
of tears now. "And now she's probably..."
"Daddy?"
Startled, Dolphin spun in his seat to see his daughter standing
right behind him. "Alice!" he called joyfully, practically flying from
his seat to sweep his daughter up in a bear hug.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," Alice sobbed, hugging her father back.
"Shhh, it's alright, baby," Dolphin hold her. "Everything's alright
now."
As he watched the reunion, Shibumi spotted out of the corner of
his eye, a flicker of white in Hypnos' perenial dark gray. He looked
up to see a girl in a white kimono watching the reunion, too. The
girl's and his eyes locked in mutual recognition.
"Yukino?" Shibumi whispered to himself as the girl vanished.
***
"Now, now, people, let's not fight among ourselves," the Attache
placated, soothingly.
"C'mon, everyone, look on the bright side," the Newsie added.
"Bright side?" echoed the Technician. "What bright side?"
A holographic bar chart appeared above the table. "Fear and
uncertainty are up," the Newsie explained. "Humans were already
uncertain of what the future holds. With these attacks, the
overall Dark Side quotient..."
"Dark Side quotient?" the Technician muttered under his breath.
"...has had a serious boost," the Newsie continued, ignoring the
other's sarcasm. "Add in the previously existing economic and
international factors..."
"Yes," the Zealot chuckled nastily, "Not a bad piece of work if I do
say so myself."
"Indeed," the Accountant preened, "it's sometimes amazes me
what humans will do with just a little encouragement."
"You'll pardon me if I remain pessimistic," the Spy said sourly.
"Now that the human governments know about us, they have a
convenient boogieman to blame all their troubles on."
"Ah, but the governments are publicly denying the paranormal,"
the Newsie pointed out. "Add to that the fact that polls show a
good many people don't believe them has pushed up the Dark
Side quotient even higher."
"Did you just make that term up?" the Technician asked. "I mean,
'Dark Side quotient'?"
"That's not my only concern," the Spy continued, ignoring the
Technician. "There's also the little matter of the Shadowkhan."
"Yes, I find it disturbing that we might find ourselves in some
pointless feud with the minions of someone else's Master," the
Attache added thoughtfully.
"It's inevitable," the Soldier stated. "The Shadowkhan's Master is
one of these super Digimon. If we fight him, we will ineveitably be
fighting his Shadowkhan. So what? I have every confidence that
we can at least defeat those antiquated cultists."
"You sure?" the Spy asked neutrally, not looking at any of them.
He appeared to be scanning the surrounding shadows, as if he
suddenly noticed something.
"Absolutely," the Soldier declared proudly. "We are the demons of
the modern world. The Shadowkhan are relics of a medieval
past. We have every advantage!"
"I hope you're right," the Spy said quietly as he took off his
sunglasses and pulled out the special sunglasses. "Because
they're here."
As the Spy donned his other glasses and transformed, glowing
red eyes began appearing in the surrounding murk by the score.
Accompanying the eyes was the sheen of countless blades being
pulled from scabbards.
As the others scrambled for their special glasses, the Spy jumped
from his seat, spun, and cut loose with a stream of flame at the
Shadowkhan behind him.