This is a short update. Sorry. I'm not sure when I'll have the next chapter up since there's a big project I need to work on.

The sound of furious scribbling was beginning to drive him insane. Sitting in a chair he had taken from his room, Devimon tilted his head away from the door to stare at his partner. It had been somewhere from half an hour to an hour since she began, and yet she still hadn't finished. Several different papers had been balled up and thrown down during that time, surrounding the chair the young woman sat in. He watched her, noting just how quickly her hand was moving as she wrote. She paused, the pencil in her hand hovering over the paper. She slammed the pencil down and ran her fingers through her hair and messing it up while muttering in frustration.

"Come on," Devimon said. "Take a break. You've been at it for a long while now."

"Have to get this done," she grumbled, biting down on her thumbnail.

"What is so hard about it?"

Resting her forehead against the desk, Angela let out a sigh. "I don't know why I'm having such a hard time with this. Writing has never been my forte, but I've never had this much trouble with it."

The demon snorted, looking at the door. "You're overthinking it."

Angela balled up the paper that was sitting on the desk and tossed it aside. "Just gotta give it another try."

"Hurry it up. It won't be too long until they finally figure out what's going on. We've been locked up in here for a good while, you know."

"Yeah," she mumbled, picking up the pencil. Beginning to write, she leaned over the desk.

The Virus Digimon leaned back in the chair and put his hands behind his head. "Tell me when you're done."

"Will do."

Still don't see what's so hard about writing a letter, Devimon thought sourly. She should've just let me do it. But no, she wanted to be the one to do it.

He really couldn't blame her, though, taking into consideration what it was she was doing. Contacting the DigiDestined was something personal for her; she had been played for months, forced to do things she never would have done if she had a choice. That wasn't the only reason. Mikami was a part of it, that much he was sure. She had told the demon a few stories after having been freed of Hypnocomon's control. If Devimon was in her place, he would probably feel obligated to make it up to the person he was friends with. For her it was so much more because they hadn't just been friends. They had practically been sisters to each other, at least according to Angela.

His train of thought was interrupted when Angela hummed in approval. She held up the paper as she stood and shoved Devimon's chair down onto all four feet.

"Done."

"Only took you some thirty papers to do it."

"Don't," she said, flicking him. "You said you knew someone that would deliver this?"

"I do recall saying that."

"And you're sure he'll be able to find the DigiDestined?"

"Yep."

"Then let's go meet up with him."

Sighing, Devimon stood and kicked the chair out of the way of the door. After folding up the letter and putting it in her pocket, Angela roughly pulled open the drawer of the nightstand to grab the pair of goggles sitting inside it. She slipped it on, letting it rest around her neck, and then snatched up the photo on the top of the nightstand. When she looked down at it, she smiled. Devimon cleared his throat and flung open the bedroom door, motioning with his hand for her to go into the hallway. She hurried out, quickly followed by Devimon as he shut the door.

Walking through the halls was strange for Angela considering the way some Digimon shied away from her and Devimon, or how others cheerily greeted them. It made her sick thinking about the fact that she had been working alongside these Digimon to help drive the world to ruin. Even if she had been under control, she was still to blame; she had let herself be taken over. To think that if Devimon hadn't decided to fight for her instead of that damned Demon Lord, she would still be fighting against Mikami.

She shuddered.

But now she had a chance to make things right. No matter what happened, she was going to help the DigiDestined to win the fight and save both worlds. She would protect the innocent, not hurt them.

"Devimon," she said suddenly, making the demon turn to look at her. "Am I the only reason you're doing this?"

He didn't pause to think, stating, "Pretty much."

"You don't care about helping Digimon? Protecting those who can't protect themselves?"

"Not particularly. I've mostly been concerned with looking out for myself."

"Which is why I still don't understand how you could care so much about me," the blonde muttered, shaking her head.

He shrugged, blinking his eyes closed for a couple of seconds. "Beats me. To be honest, I don't get it either. All I know is that I do, and I want to protect you, and it's frustrating."

Angela snorted in laughter. "Frustrating?"

"Yes, it's frustrating," he said, flinging his hands into the air. "You're wanting to do this and put yourself in danger and—why are you looking at me like that?" He demanded.

Giggling, she looked away. "Sorry. I still can't get over you being such a mother hen!"

"Mother hen? What?" He frowned at her, causing her to smile widely.

"Ah, never mind. Guess there's just some things a Digimon can't understand."

"Not sure whether to be relieved or insulted by that."

Angela grabbed the handle of the front door and swung it open. Sitting a short distance away from MailBirdramon, who was staring at the duo expectantly. Beside him was a small red bird that turned to look when the partners came out. They approached the two bird Digimon, Angela pointing to the smaller one with a curious glance to Devimon. The demon nodded his affirmation, and the blonde looked somewhat surprised. Reaching into her pocket, Angela grabbed the letter and pulled it out to hand it to the Hawkmon.

"You're sure you can get this to them?" She had to ask; Devimon had told her they could trust the little Digimon, but she had always been a bit on the paranoid side.

Hawkmon nodded quickly and grabbed the letter. He slipped it into the pouch he was wearing. "Of course I can! You don't have to worry about a thing. But, uh, why do you want me to deliver this for you? Couldn't you do it yourself?"

"There's some…business that Devimon and I have to take care of," Angela replied. "We want that latter to get to them as soon as possible, understood."

Saluting, the red bird straightened. "Yes, ma'am! I'll have it to them in no time!" He flew off, quickly becoming a dot in the distance.

She smiled and turned to MailBirdramon. "You know where we're going, don't you?"

"Yes, and we'd best hurry while we still have time."

"Of course."

"How do we know that this Digimon we're going to see can help?" Devimon asked, begrudgingly climbing onto the metal bird.

"Only thing we've heard so far. So let's just get on our way."