Consequences

Disclaimer: I don't own digimon

A/N: Sorry about the long wait for the ending, I got busy with school, and kept forgetting to put up the ending, so here it is.


Miyako awoke and saw white around her. She was in an inclined bed, sitting up. She tried to move, but found her self quickly tangled in tubes. It came to her, she was in a hospital. How did she get to the hospital? She looked around and felt alone. Suddenly, she saw her parents. They hugged her close. She winced when they hugged her, she wondered why. "Miya-chan! You're awake! We were so worried."

"How long have I been out?"

A doctor appeared behind them, "Only a day. You have a concussion, a broken leg and a few broken ribs, but you'll be fine."

"What about the baby?" she asked, worried. Miyako protectively wrapped her arms around her stomach as she had done for the past month.

The doctor shook her head. "I'm sorry, there was nothing we could do."

Miyako cried. She hadn't been sure she wanted the baby, but knowing it was gone devastated her. She had just started to accept the baby. The sobbing hurt her ribs. Her parents hugged her and stroked her hair. "Your friends brought you here. They've been taking turns waiting for you. Can I send them in?" the doctor asked.

Miyako nodded, still crying. Hikari, Iori, Takeru, Daisuke and Ken rushed in, "Oh, Miyako, are you okay?" Hikari was carrying Poromon and plopped the in-training digimon in the crying girl's lap.

The digimon snuggled against her partner, "Are you feeling better Miyako?" He had been so worried about his partner, and she didn't even know the whole truth of the matter.

The purple headed beauty nodded before shouting, "I just want to go home!" She used Poromon's feathers to dry her tears. He didn't object but encouraged it.

"That's my Miyako," Hikari teased. She had seen Miyako so confused for the past 2 months. Miyako hadn't been herself at all. She just hoped that this could finally be resolved. Why couldn't her friend see how perfect Ken was for her?

The doctor came forward, "We want to keep you under observation for a day or two, mainly because of the miscarriage." Miyako nodded and hugged her belly.

Hikari grabbed her hand, "Do you want to talk?" The girl in the hospital gown looked close to tears again. She glanced at the four boys.

Takeru understood and grabbed the other three boys. Ken was the most reluctant to leave. "But…"

"Hikari will get us after the girls talk," Takeru said, dragging him.

"Mom, Dad, can I speak to Hikari privately?" Miyako asked. Ukon, Miyako's father, didn't want to leave, but his wife Asaka motioned for him to. Once the girls were alone in the room, Miyako began talking, "I'm guessing everyone knows."

"Koushiro figured it out," Hikari explained.

"Do they all hate me?" Miyako knew how they felt about her. She would feel the same way if it had been someone else.

"No, they're all worried about you," the child of light continued. Hikari wondered what Miyako was thinking. She had just gotten injured.

"But I made Ken the Kaiser again!" Miyako had turned on of their own against them, they couldn't possible forgive her.

"He's not anymore. He's back to his sweet self. He's been worried sick about you. You should talk to him."

"What do I tell him?" Just seeing him had been painful, Miyako couldn't imagine talking to him.

"How you feel, what you want from him."

"How you love him," Poromon said.

"I don't love him, Poromon."

"Yes, you do. You too made a baby together."

"You don't have to love someone to have sex with them." Miyako felt dirty saying that, some bearer of purity she turned out to be.

"You're a Chosen Child. Things apply differently to you. You wouldn't have gotten pregnant if you did love him; you wouldn't have slept with him. It wasn't chance you got pregnant." Poromon had surprised both girls with his statements.

"What about Corupmon?" the older one asked.

"The baby was only vulnerable because you and Ken were fighting, because neither of you could talk about your feelings for each other. If you two were honest about your feelings, Corupmon would never have come."

"How do you know all this stuff?"

"I'm not just a pink ball of fluff you know. All of the partner digimon know these things. Wormmon and I knew you were pregnant before you did."

"You make it sound like all of this was meant to happen, Poromon," Miyako sighed, she didn't know how much more she could take.

"You should talk to Ken."

Miyako looked from her digimon to jogress partner. "I'll go get him," Hikari said anticipating her request.

Ken came in quickly and went to his former position of the night before by her side. He grabbed her hand and stroked her hair. "How are you feeling?" he whispered. He smiled gently at her, but there were tears in his eyes.

"My ribs hurt and I'm tired of being in this hospital bed. I wish I could walk the halls and maybe have some food. I am also in major need of a shower."

"I'm sure a nurse will come soon. Do you have any pain from the miscarriage? They said there might be."

"No, but I think they might be giving me painkillers. I'm not really sure." She looked at the tubes and bags of fluids that went into her IV. "You look uncomfortable standing like that. Why don't you sit?" Miyako moved on the bed to make room for Ken to sit. He looked for a chair, but the only one in the room wouldn't fit next to her.

He continued to stand, "I don't want to bother you."

"Sit, please, this may take a while." Ken sat down, finding himself uncomfortable close. It was harder to resist kissing her when he could feel his body resting against her hip.

"How do we start?"

"Poromon said something interesting," She didn't know how else to start.

Ken wanted her to get to the point, but didn't want to push her, "What did he say?"

"That I didn't get pregnant by chance. He made it sound like all of this was supposed to happen."

"What was the point of this?"

"He didn't tell me." To Miyako, this seemed like a cruel joke. Just when she was starting to get used to the idea of having a child, it was taken away. Miyako started to cry, which hurt her broken ribs.

"Why are you crying?"

"The baby…"

Ken leaned over and hugged her, "It's okay." Ken began to cry too, "I'm so sorry I didn't believe you. I should have been kinder to you. Wormmon said Corupmon would never have come if I hadn't been so cruel to you."

"Poromon said something similar. He said it was because we weren't honest about our feelings for each other."

Ken looked at her face and smiled at its beauty. He went through her words slowly, that they weren't honest about their feelings. What were her feelings? He couldn't guess what was going through the flighty girl's head. Maybe that night was an accident, she was upset and she just wanted comfort. That was his fear, that she was only interested in him as a friend. "What are your feelings, Miyako?"

"I don't know. I know I care for you deeply, more than any of the other Chosen Children, including Hikari. I've always felt something for you, Ken. I just don't know if it's for Ichijouji Kenji, boy genius, or for just plain Ken, who holds the crest of Kindness. You're one of my best friends. I'm afraid to lose that, if it doesn't work out. I wanted to pretend that night never happened, because that way I wouldn't have to tell you how I feel, because I don't know how I feel." After her speech, Miyako looked down, afraid to look him in the eye.

Ken grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. "I love you, Miyako, nothing will change that. The problem is that you can't string me along. I need you to decide what you feel for me, because I don't know if I can wait forever."

She looked away from his face, going over every thought she ever had about him. She remembered being his fan girl, hating him as the Kaiser and how she had accepted him as team partner and friend. Those were all past feelings, what did she feel now? She knew deep within her what she felt, but was afraid to tell him, afraid of the word. It seemed ironic to Miyako that as the child of love and purity, she was afraid to tell Ken that she loved him.

Poromon saw the tears on Miyako's face as well as a stubborn look. The digimon knew he needed to step in. "Miyako loves you, Ken, she's just afraid to tell you. She couldn't have slept with you or gotten pregnant if she didn't."

"Why are you afraid to tell me?" He again forced the injured teenager to look at him.

"I'm afraid I love the wrong Ken. What if I only love you for the money and prestige?" She used his words against him.

"You don't, if you only wanted that you would have jumped the chance to date me. You wouldn't have avoided me. You stopped being my fan girl a long time ago." In a way, this was more painful. At least if she didn't love him, he could move on. With this, he had hope, hope that she would one day be ready to date him. Although Ken had told her he couldn't wait forever, he knew in truth he would. He would wait, against better judgment. Ken realized that Miyako had his heart forever. That no other woman in his life would ever compare to the crying girl in front of him. That he would forever compare anyone he dated to her and that they would never live up to her. He realized, not for the first time, that he needed her. "I need you, Miyako. Please say…" What should she say? That she loved him, that she wanted to go out with him, that she needed him like he needed her? "Anything." He gently stroked her cheek, his tears falling on her face as he hovered over her.

"Ken," Miyako whispered. She looked up at him, but didn't really see him. She knew his name wasn't enough; he wanted to know how she felt. Poromon was so sure of her feelings, why wasn't she? Ken knew who she loved, why didn't she? Why was everyone so sure about her feelings except her? He needed her, did she need him? Could she live if he were suddenly gone? Of course not, but was that because he was a friend, or was it…She needed time to think, to decide. His thumb rubbed her cheek affectionately. His body was practically on top of hers. She could smell his scent and breathe his air. She thought back to that infamous night and remembered how intoxicated his smell had been. She smiled, looking deep into his eyes. His blue eyes, she could look at them forever. His eyes were a deep blue, almost violet in color. Something clicked in her mind as she stared into his eyes for the first time and truly considered them. She suddenly knew what she wanted, what she needed. She wondered how she could have been so blind. Why hadn't she seen it before? She was afraid of what wouldn't be. She was afraid of being used, of being hurt. Her fear had blinded her from seeing Ken's feelings. If only she had seen all of this before. "I love you," she breathed, "I need you."

Ken collapsed on top of her and kissed her lips. With his hand became tangled in her hair he pulled her closer. Miyako's arms wrap around his neck. This was much sweeter than it had been two months ago. Ken kissed Miyako with the same passion he had in the dream. This time, it didn't scare her.