Soft. Gentle. Calm. Jason Jordan's eyes flutter open as he frowns up at the ceiling of the hotel room he's in. Singing. "Who's singing?" he grumbles. Definitely not his tag partner, Seth's voice sounds like a dying cat on a good day. This is feminine, beautiful. He feels like it's reaching deep inside of him, trying to sooth his aches and pains.
The vocal melody is still fresh in his mind when they travel to the digiworld after the week's Raw, Jason humming it listlessly as they go from village to village. He's unable to do much, his nagging injury and Poyomon's inability to power up past his current level eating at him. He doesn't say anything, however, not wanting to make the baby creature feel bad, but still. He wonders...
It just takes one misstep while he's distracted with these wayward thoughts. He doesn't even step down fully before there's a squawk at his feet and then a flash of blue and a sharp pain throbbing through his skull. He gasps and grabs at his head, hearing footsteps behind him, a hand on his back and Seth's voice speaking to... someone. "Hey, little guy, it's ok. Shhhh."
Jason squints over at him, finding him holding an Otamamon, who's clearly panicking. "I didn't mean to step on him," he mumbles. "Ow, he headbutted me."
"Yeah, they do that," Betamon says. "They're little so it's their best way to defend themselves."
"I understand," he sighs. But his vision is spotty and his steps aren't very solid as he walks off, Poyomon looking up at him worriedly. The last thing I need right now is a concussion, he thinks, walking out of sight from the others before slumping down against a rocky wall, touching his forehead. A small trickle of blood, but he's still so dizzy. "Remind me to watch where I'm walking next time, Poyomon," he slurs, eyes slipping closed as his partner makes faint, distressed noises.
He's barely concious but he notices a bright glow and tries to open his eyes when he feels a soft touch against his face, a familiar voice singing to him. He whimpers as a soothing power brushes over his body, easing most of his aches and pains. Eyes opening, he's surprised to find he's not as dizzy, can even sit up and stare in confusion at the pale blue creature before him. "Poyomon?"
She giggles, her singing ceasing. "No, my apologies. I am Sirenmon." She flaps her wings, spinning in a slow circle around him. "Here is your partner. He digivolved on his own."
Gummymon is a bit bigger than the baby form he'd had before, and this time cries out "Jason!" as he bounds into his partner's arms.
"You can talk now," he breathes out.
"It was Gummymon's cries that led me to you," Sirenmon says softly. "All of you Digidestined have an... shall we say, overseer and we're not supposed to show ourselves to you unless we deem it necessary. I decided this was one of those moments. That Otamamon clearly didn't know its own strength. You were bleeding internally thanks to its headbutt. You're fine now, I've healed you." She flutters down towards him, brushing her fingers tenderly over where he'd found the small amount of blood before. "Take advantage of the time off they're giving you, yes? You've earned it."
"I'll try," he sighs, pulling himself up. "Thank you, Siren-" But she's gone, disappearing between one blink and the next.
"JASON! Where are you?!" It's Seth. Of course.
"Over here," Jason yells back with a smirk, tossing Gummymon up in the air before catching him, making his partner squeak in pleased surprise. "C'mon, little guy. Let's get back to the others."
