Don' t you think it' s getting kind of boring to read the same type of stories all the time? A fluffy Takari here, an angsty Kensuke there. Don' t get me wrong I've nothing against those fics but I want some change! I like rare pairings like Yakari and unique ideas.

So if you are wondering that' s where this story comes from.

The story centers on an often forgotten character from Tamers. Furthermore it's a 02/03 crossover and I'm going to do a new kind of pairing (at least it hasn't been done before as far as I know).

I' m not going to tell you more now. I would only spoil the whole story. So read to find out more.

I had to change the age of the 03-characters a little:

Ryo and Alice are 15, the rest is 14.

The 02-characters:

Taichi, Yamato, … are 17. I think you get the rest from here.

Eternally Lost?

Had it really only been three months ago? It was indeed interesting to watch how quickly everybody had recovered and gone back to their daily routine. Was it really such a common thing to have strange, gigantic creatures rampaging a whole city, which was then nearly swallowed up by a mysterious pink gooey mass? Or maybe it was just the other way round? Were these things just too ethereal to be taken serious afterwards? The politicians had been talking about taking precautions for the future, about quick reconstruction and supporting the victims and their families but had soon gone back to their normal every day's problems like financial debates and so on.

Reconstruction was proceeding swiftly indeed and most of the people seemed to have gotten over the first shock quiet well. But those who had lost things more precious to them than just their money, cars or other things like that were still trying to come to terms with their lives and Alice McCoy was one of them.

She was silently watching the reconstruction of a certain bridge in West-Shinjuku. The roaring noise form the construction machines and the near traffic was hurting her ears but she didn't pay much attention to the sounds around her anyway. Masses of busy people were streaming around her as she stood there on the sidewalk deep in thoughts and looking a little out of place. Her black dress was heating up in the bright afternoon sun yet she felt cold as her pale blue eyes kept staring at the now almost finished bridge. She had lost a friend when the bridge was originally destroyed. Now it was built up again and life was going back to normal only her friend would never return.

The sun was still burning down on her but it' s always cold when you are lonely and she hadn't felt warm in years. Not since that horrible day … But she didn't want to think about them, not now. It would only make things worse than they already were and it wouldn't change a thing anyway.

For a short time she had been happy again even if it had only been for some days. But she had finally found someone who she could talk to and who wouldn't only listen to her but who would maybe really understand her. She had found a friend and partner in Dobermon and it didn't matter to her that she didn't have a D-arc. She didn't need one anyway. Even without she felt close to the digimon. To others he may have been frightening like a beast straight from hell but that didn't matter either. She knew better than to judge people or in this case a digimon by its looks only. What really mattered to her was nothing you could see on the outside. She was in search for friendship and that she had found in her meeting with Dobermon.

But Dobermon was gone. Dutifully fulfilling his purpose. He had been nothing more than a vessel to those who had created him. A vessel to carry their power to those who fought for their cause. In their minds there was no need for him anymore after his task was completed. After all he was just a messenger to them, nothing more. Had they known before what he would have to face in the human world or whom he would meet? Probably not, but she couldn't be sure. Either they had known and didn't care about the lives of two single beings when whole worlds were threatened to be destroyed or they simply hadn't expected things to end this way.

But whatever really was the case it didn't matter anymore. Dobermon was gone and she was alone again but now with the additional burden of having seen her only friend vanishing in tiny pieces of data before her eyes.

She knew that the Tamers had been separated from their digimon as well and she could understand how they must have been feeling at that time but she had also been told that they got them back soon afterwards. They were lucky, she was not. Plain and simple.

Of course she knew how much some of them had had to endure. Dolphin, her grandfather, had told her the whole story. But still she felt betrayed by fait. Hadn't she gone through, at least, the same amount of hurt and pain without ever being to the Digi-World? She had lost more than any of them already and still it didn't stop. It really wasn't fair but then life was hardly ever fair. Survival of the strongest that' s what it' s all about. But hadn't she already proven to be strong? What else was life going to throw at her? After all she was just a normal girl.

Well, maybe her life wasn't so normal any more but it had been once and she stubbornly refused to give up her hope. She was only fifteen but she had already been forced to learn how cruel life could be. She didn't' t expect much anymore but still she clung to her hopes and dreams. After all it was all she still had and if she gave up on them as well there wouldn't be anything left to live for anymore.

But she was still alive and fighting. If the Tamers managed to get their digimon back then there would have to be a way for her to see Dobermon again too. She just had to find it. But where should she begin? Maybe she should ask the Tamers for help? They probably knew something that neither she nor her grandfather knew. But would they help her? She honestly doubted it. After all they hadn't even tried to talk to her after she had lost Dobermon, let alone thanked her. So why should they help her now? Out of pity for her? No, she certainly didn't want their help if they only felt sorry for her. She was strong enough to handle her life alone and pity was the last thing she wanted from others. If they wanted to honestly help her and not because they saw it as their duty then she would accept their help but if that wasn't the case she would have to find a way of bringing Dobermon back alone.

But first of all she had to get some more information about the Digi-World and therefore she needed to find one of the tamers.

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I know it' s a little short and I might not be able to update anywhere soon but I promise I'll continue if at least one person tells me to. But that might take some time, maybe even two months, sorry but exams are approaching fast and my life depends on them. But I'll try to get out more soon.

R&R, please!