Disclaimer: I don't own *sings* Digi-mon, Digital Monsters Digi-volve into Champions! This is just written for fun, nostalgia, and to bring others enjoyment. Here's to hoping that "Digimon Tri" turns out awesome. I really need to watch Seasons 4-7 completely back to back. Especially Season 4, because there are some great characters in that. Thanks to all of you so much for your wonderful reviews! I honestly didn't think I was going to get this many on this story. *Hugs* Thanks especially to my guest reviewers who I can't PM a personal thank you to: Lady Aoi-chan thanks for the amazing review! Totally warmed my heart and to Anon, who I hopefully can make a Davis fan by the end of this LOL! Thank you all so very much, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.

And now, onto Part 2!

~The Fridge of Horrors~

"Welp! I think it's time for a break," declared Davis as he stretched out his back after another hour of work.

"Davis, come on, we've barely done anything at all," scolded the blond with a disapproving frown.

"Oh, please," replied the goggle-head. "We're caught up for at least the next two days of work. Relax a little, will yah?"

"Well I guess..." relented T.K. as he warily looked back at the unfinished pile.

"Besides, I'm hungry. It's brain food time!" exclaimed Davis as Patamon and DemiVeemon suddenly appeared out of nowhere and simultaneously asked, "Did somebody say, food?"

"GAHH!" screamed Davis as he flipped backward out of his chair.

T.K. had to hold a hand over his mouth to help contain his laughter. Sometimes Davis just had the silliest antics.

"Don't ever do that again," Davis warned as he dusted himself off and made his way over to the fridge.

Patamon and DemiVeemon snickered at him behind their tiny paws for a second before DemiVeemon burst out, "Oooo! Oooo! Davis! Does that mean you're going to cook something? I sure hope so! That noodle dish you made last time was so super yummy!"

"It was?" asked Patamon with wide-eyes. "Davis, can I have some, too?"

"Now hold on guys," said Davis with a bit of a sweatdrop. He could feel T.K.'s eyes on him. Honestly, the goggle-head was a little nervous about cooking for anyone other than he and DemiVeemon. It took a lot of failures to get something right in the kitchen, and he really didn't want to screw up in front of his friend. They actually seemed to be getting along pretty well today without Kari. And he was really hoping it would last.

"I have no idea what's in the fridge," explained Davis as he reached out for said appliance's handle.

"So let me check what we have to work with and then-" Davis abruptly stopped mid-sentence and stood frozen, staring in horror at the inside of the refrigerator.

SLAM!

Went the door forcefully closed again. Davis immediately placed his back protectively against it, as if trying to hold whatever was in there at bay. The normally courageous goggle-head looked terrified.

T.K. quickly jumped up from his seat in response. "Davis what-"

"Dude!" he whispered, staring at T.K. in horror. "I think your dad is holding a Numemon hostage in there!"

"What?" asked T.K. with a confused frown.

"The thing is lime freaking green and I swear I saw it move!" hissed Davis as T.K. approached the refrigerator door.

"Oh, come on," said the blond skeptically as he reached up for the handle. "I know Dad and Matt aren't the cleanest of people, but really..."

"Dude, seriously!" stressed Davis as he pushed away from the door. "I think I know a Numemon when I see one!"

T.K. then pulled open the door. "You're exaggerat-"

And froze staring at the green, gelatinous blob that sat inside the Tupperware resting on the middle shelf of the fridge.

T.K. just stood there for a second... and blinked, when plastic container suddenly twitched to life with a Rattle! Rattle!

SLAM!

T.K. propped his back against the door just as Davis had.

"See!" the goggle-head insisted pointing at the fridge. "It totally moved!"

"Uh... maybe we should just order takeout..." conceded the blond as he inched away from the refrigerator, slowly.

Davis simply snorted. "Nah, that's okay, T.S. I've got it covered. Let me just call Yolei."

He then pulled out his cell phone and dialed their friend's number.

BRRING!

"What do you want, Davis? I'm kind of busy at the moment," was Yolei's cheerful voice in reply.

"Well 'hello' to you, too!" snapped Davis sarcastically. "Look Yolei, just prepare my usual pick up. I'm going to cook up some food for me and T.M."

"That's 'T.K. and I,' Davis," corrected Yolei in a condescending tone.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. We'll be by the store in a few. See you soon! Thanks!" said Davis happily as he quickly hung up on her.

"Dav-"

Click!

"Okay, so Yolei should have all my ingredients ready for us by the time we get there," he stated in a confidant tone.

"She's going to kill you when we show up. You know that, right?" commented T.K. with a smirk.

"Ehhh... what else is new?" questioned Davis with a careless shrug.

"YAY! Ramen soup! Ramen soup!" chanted DemiVeemon as he ran around the room excited. It wasn't long before Patamon merrily joined in, flying after DemiVeemon in circles.

"Okay, you two!" T.K. pacifically held up his hands. "We're going. Have fun while we're gone. We'll be back soon."

And with that, T.K. and Davis started their long trek to Yolei's family store. For a while, the pair walked in relative silence.

"Now's the time, Davis," echoed Ken's voice eerily inside his head. "You'll never have a better opportunity, than right now!"

"Stupid conscience. Why's it always sound like Ken?" mumbled Davis to himself as he walked.

"You say something?" asked T.K. with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh... well kinda. See- there's um... something I sorta wanted to talk to you about," stammered out Davis nervously.

"Okay... I'm all ears, spill."

"Well... this is kinda hard for me to say, but... Okay, I'll just spit it out it... I'm sorry, man," he forced out with a flinch.

"All right..." uttered T.K. confused, clearly needing more clarification, "but for what exactly?"

"Just well... a lot things, really," confessed Davis with a sigh as he stopped walking, and turned to face his friend. "Look, just... don't say anything until I'm done. This is hard enough for me as it is."

T.K. simply stared at him for a moment, and then slowly nodded for Davis to go ahead.

"So... where to start... I guess back to the very beginning. The first day we met, I automatically didn't like you because well, Kari..."

"Davis, you don't have to-" interrupted T.K., but the goggle-head stopped him with a nod of his head.

"Yeah, actually, I think I do..." Davis answered solemnly. "And you promised just to listen, remember?"

"Okay..."

Davis then rubbed a hand over his face for a second before he continued, "I apologized to Kari for all of that long ago... but I never really did to you... and I've regretted it for a while now."

T.K. simply stood there and watched Davis with wide-eyes, stunned.

"The thing is that, it wasn't so much I felt you were taking away my girlfriend, dude... It was really more... about you taking away my first friend," admitted Davis with a laboring sigh.

"First friend? But wasn't Davis already pretty old when he moved here and befriended Kari?" thought T.K. as an echo of a long forgotten memory hit him...

"Or maybe it's meant for the person with the fewest friends, like me..."

Davis had phrased it as a joke that day... but T.K. was now wondering just how many truths Davis passed off as jokes in order to better deal with them.

"Yeah, man, first. You heard me right," confirmed the goggle-head with a piercingly cold stare that T.K. had never seen Davis wear before. It almost kinda reminded him of... Matt. "I'm not like you, dude. I don't make friends easily."

And then it hit him, that's what Matt meant. The facade Matt always wears is of the cold, uncaring cynic. But deep down, he's the warmest, most caring person in the world. When Matt was younger, his mask was like his shield. It always sprang up when people got too close. Over the years, Matt had been hurt a lot by people taking advantage of his kind nature. So he began using an exterior persona to protect himself from the pain. Lately, his brother had gotten better at letting people in, but Matt's mask was still very much a part of him.

And now he finally saw it, Davis was doing the same exact thing. The only difference being that while Matt's facade was ice cold, Davis's was red, burning hot. He was the loud, brash, goofball who overreacted over the smallest thing. But when it came to big decisions, negativity and doubt slid right off of him, like water off a duck's back.

T.K. could see it for what it really was now, a defense mechanism. Davis used his humor and surface emotions to stop others from digging deeper, his intense personality was meant to push people away. He didn't want to leave an opening for others to find and reject the real him.

"Aw... crap," thought T.K. as he said aloud, "Davis-"

The goggle-head merely held up his hand in a stopping motion and said, "Nope, not done yet."

T.K. simply sighed, rolled his eyes, and gestured for him to continue.

"Kari... was the only person who ever reached out to me. I- when I first moved here, she could just tell how lonely I was... We did, well pretty much everything together, and yeah, as the years went by... I started to think of her as mine. And I know now that's wrong, but honestly at the time... Kari was pretty much my entire world..."

T.K. just stared at his friend sadly.

"We used to tell each other everything... And then suddenly, right out of the blue, this blond guy with a goofy hat shows up. Who apparently, might I add, has been friends with Kari for years and she never told me," explained Davis as he looked at T.K. with pleading eyes, almost desperate him to understand.

"I know now that's because of the digimon, but... when it first happened, I just felt terribly hurt and betrayed. And since I couldn't bring myself to take it out on Kari... well, I kinda took it out on you," admitted Davis in a depressed tone. "Everything always seemed so easy for you, from sports to getting good grades. It looked like you put in no effort at all! You have a great relationship with your brother, unlike me and Jun. On the outside your life seemed so perfect. I know better now, but there are still times I feel a little jealous of you."

"I'm not trying to make excuses for the way I acted, dude. I just wanted you to understand," professed Davis with a painful sigh. "And well that's what I'm sorry for... T.K."

T.K. immediately froze upon hearing this, staring at his friend in complete shock.

"There, now, go ahead and say whatever you want," declared Davis almost bracingly, as if he was preparing himself for anything.

But the only thing T.K. could think to say was... "You actually got my name right." And it spilled out of his mouth before he could even stop it.

"I- just, seriously dude?! After all I- you know what, never mind, forget it," yelled Davis as he threw up his hands and stomped off in a huff.

"Oops," thought T.K. with a sweatdrop, "Probably not the best thing to say after all of that."

"Hey, Davis!" called T.K. as he took off after him at a run. "Come on, wait up! I didn't mean it like that! You just took me completely by surprise with all this!"

T.K. saw Davis's shoulders tense for a moment and then droop as he turned back around to face him.

The blond held his knees as he gasped a little out of breath. "Man, you're fast. Look Davis... I know that took a lot for you to say... and well... I'm sorry, too."

"Wait, what?" asked Davis in surprise, that was definitely not one of the responses he had expected. "What are you apologizing for?"

"Well... I wasn't exactly the kindest to you either..." confessed T.K. solemnly. "I just thought you were some love-sick jerk trying to push himself onto Kari. I didn't realize until much later just how close you two were before I came."

"Oh, okay…" said Davis as he started idly kicking at the dirt on the side of the road.

"And well…" continued T.K. hesitantly.

Davis had trusted him enough to open up, it was only fair that he do the same. "There have been times where I've been kinda jealous of you, too."

"What? A-Are you serious?" asked Davis with a look of disbelief as he thought, "What the heck do I have, that T.K. would be jealous of?"

"You're always so confident," admitted T.K. with a sigh. "I really wish I could be more like that. I second and third guess everything I do. And there's also, well…"

"It's okay, man. Go on," encouraged Davis in a hushed tone.

"When… um… you got Matt's crest," confessed T.K. as he felt a huge weight finally lift off his shoulders. "When I was a kid, Matt was my idol. I wanted to be exactly like him when I grew up. And when the Digi-Egg of Friendship appeared, I automatically thought it was meant for me. But when I grabbed it, no matter how hard I tried, the thing just wouldn't move. It felt like the crest had rejected me, that I wasn't good enough to be Matt's successor. And then… well, you got it instead. That's one of the reasons I was so hostile towards you that day."

"I… dude, I don't know what to say," replied Davis, clearly stunned.

"You don't have to say anything," said T.K. with a shake of his head. "I was the one being stupid. Matt was right, you really do deserve the Crest of Friendship."

"I… Matt, said that about me?" asked Davis in shock. "And you're sure he wasn't being sarcastic?"

T.K. just snorted at this. "Yeah, he made that pretty clear," the blond confirmed. "And once again, honestly Davis, I'm sorry for the way I acted, too."

Davis glanced down sadly at this. "It's okay. I mean, it's all in the past, right?" the goggle-head asked with a rueful smirk.

"True... but apparently it's still affecting both of us," T.K. replied with a serious frown.

"So what do you think we should do?"

"Well, why don't we agree to start over? Sound fair?" suggested the blond with a shrug and an offered hand of friendship.

Davis simply stared at him for a brief moment, before a full grin spread across his face. The goggle-head then enthusiastically reached out and shook it.

"Deal," Davis said with a merry laugh. He then sarcastically asked, "Now, since we just met... What was your name again?"

"AHH! That's it Davis! I'm taking you down!" cried T.K. as he released Davis's hand and chased him the whole rest of the way to Yolei's family store.

To Be Continued...

Author's Notes: One more chapter down and one left to go! And before anyone asks, yes, you will find out what's really in the fridge! LOL! It was a little shorter than the last chapter, but I felt it had enough of an emotional impact that I could allow it to stand on it's own. I've wanted to write that talk out for like, ever. I'm quite proud of how it turned out. Hope everyone is enjoying this story as much as I am. One more week until the last chapter, and trust me, I've got a nice finale planned, so please stay tuned! Please remember to read, fav, and review! Those three small things really help inspire and fuel an author's muse!

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