Disclaimer: If you've read the last two chapters, then you should already know by now that I don't own Digimon. This is written for all the fans out there who always wanted, but never received a scene like this in the animated series. And I just wanted to say that the reason I'm focusing so much on Davis up to this point is because we know what drives T.K., but the show never went into much detail about Davis's motivations. There's a good amount of stuff for T.K. fans coming up, so just wait for it.

And now for the grand finale, please enjoy!

~Food for Thought~

It took the duo a little over an hour to walk to the store and back, while also trying to escape Yolei's wrath.

She was none too pleased that Davis had neglected to tell her that they were going to be traveling from Matt's place, instead of T.K.'s. Yolei had rushed to get Davis's order ready, thinking that they would arrive in only a few minutes. When the idiots finally showed up almost a half-hour later, she was pretty steamed!

The two of them quickly apologized and made off with their purchase before Yolei could throw anymore rotten produce at them.

Once back at the apartment, the pair plopped the groceries down on the counter and Davis quickly got to work. T.K. itched nervously at his hands as he watched the goggle-head begin to slice up the vegetables. He kind of felt guilty, just standing there doing nothing.

"You sure there's nothing I can do?" asked T.K., eyeing the ingredients uncertainly.

"Well... you could probably cut up the green onions, I guess," suggested Davis, pointing to them with his left hand.

"Cool, thanks." The blond rolled up his sleeves and quickly got to work.

As Davis began cooking down the vegetables, T.K. watched over his shoulder in awe.

"Wow, you're really good at this," he commented with a fair amount of shock.

"You don't have to sound so surprised, you know?" Davis bit back with a small frown.

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that..." said T.K., realizing he had stuck his foot in his mouth again. He seemed to be doing that a lot today. "It's just, why did you decide to take an interest in cooking of all things? You never really told me."

Davis looked at him curiously, as if he had never expected T.K. to care enough to ask.

"Well... honestly it didn't start out that way," explained the goggle-head as he stirred the vegetables in the frying pan. "It all began with me thinking about what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. And the only thing I could think of was that in some way, I wanted to help people..."

T.K. simply raised a eyebrow at him and then glanced questioningly down at the food he was preparing.

Davis snorted at this and with a shake of his head continued, "Trust me, it's connected. See at first, I wanted to become a psychologist..."

The blond just stared at him stunned.

"But I'm not smart enough, I know that," stated Davis with a small regretful frown. "So I thought long and hard about it, and then one day Zap! I got this idea."

Davis turned off the burner and tossed the vegetables into the cooking broth. "The only time my family ever really gets together and talks is at the table."

"Wait, so-" said T.K. as he started to get the idea of where his friend was going with this.

Davis simply nodded as he checked on the pot of water he had set to boil. "The more I thought about it, the more I realized that everyone has to eat. And when they do, they are more willing to open up with others around them, because something is shared."

"Wow, Davis... that statement was almost profound!" exclaimed T.K. with a teasing grin.

"What'd yah mean almost?" complained the goggle-head with a smile. "That was totally like Apollo level of philosophy."

"I think you mean Aristotle or Plato, Davis," corrected T.K. with a small sweatdrop. "Maybe it is a good thing you decided to go with cooking."

Davis grumbled to himself as he vigorously stirred the broth pot.

"Sorry, couldn't resist," apologized T.K. with a light laugh.

"Oh, hush up, you," snapped Davis as he gave his friend a playful shove to the side. "So anyway, yeah. Then I thought, what's a food pretty much everyone loves? And there you have it! The birth of my noodle cart!"

As Davis started to mix together the dough for the noodles, T.K. pondered about his life and where he was going. He never thought that Davis of all people would already have a career plan. If T.K. was honest with himself, he was good at a lot of things. But was there any subject that he was passionate enough about to fully commit himself to? That was a tough choice.

"You know... you're really lucky, Davis," confessed T.K. with a sigh as he pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down. "I haven't a clue what I want to do with the rest of my life."

Davis paused for a moment hearing this and turned his full attention toward T.K. "Dude? Are you serious? You're good at tons of things!"

"I know," grumbled the blond as he glanced away from his friend. "That's the problem. I'm 'good' at them, but I don't 'excel' at any of them. There's nothing in my life that really captures my interest and drives me."

"Hmm," said Davis in thought as he started rolling out the dough. "I don't know what to tell you man. I always thought you were going to become a writer."

"Wait, what?" asked T.K. with a look of surprise. "Why would you think that?"

"Oh, come on, dude. The only time I've ever really seen you proud of something is when the teacher reads one of your papers aloud to the class," offered Davis with a sly smile. "Your stuff is really good. It even grabs my attention, and that's pretty hard to do."

"Huh... I guess I never thought about it before," admitted T.K. with a thoughtful look. "It's always something I've just naturally done for fun. I never even thought about making a career out of it."

"Well, you should," encouraged Davis as he went back to rolling out the noodles. "Besides, creative careers run in your family. Your mom's a newspaper reporter, your dad works in television, and Matt's in a band. I think if any family would be supportive of it, yours would."

"I- huh... Thanks, Davis. I'll think about it," promised the blond with a small grin.

"Ooooo! I can smell it!" came the cheerful chirp of DemiVeemon as the scent of ramen cooking had finally drawn the two digimon out from hiding. "Is it almost ready, Davis? Is it? Is it?"

"Oh, wow!" squeaked Patamon happily. "You weren't kidding DemiVeemon, that does smell amazing!"

"I told you so! Davis is the best Noodle Chef, ever!" declared the blue digimon proudly as he stared up at his friend with wide-eyes of admiration.

"Can we have some?" asked Patamon as he landed on Davis's head so he could peer over into the boiling pot.

"Yeah! Yeah! Can we?" repeated DemiVeemon excitedly as he hopped up and down next to the stove.

"Almost!" exclaimed Davis as he tried to swat Patamon away and keep DemiVeemon from crawling up is leg. "Jeeze! Calm down you two!"

T.K. let out merry laugh as he called the two excited digimon to him, "All right you guys, let Davis finish up his work. In the meantime, let's setup the table for dinner."

Davis simply mouthed 'thank you' to him as the digimon scampered off with T.K. to 'help.'

"Ta-dah! All right, everybody dig in!" exclaimed Davis as he broke his chopsticks apart and immediately started chowing down.

"Oh my gosh!" squealed Patamon in sheer delight. "It's everything I hoped for!"

"I know, right?" said DemiVeemon as he finished his bowl with a loud slurp! "Davis, I'm done. Can I have some more?"

DemiVeemon looked at Davis with his big puppy-dog eyes pleadingly.

"Dude! I've only had one bite!" said Davis annoyed. "Give me a sec, okay?!"

"If DemiVeemon gets seconds, then so do I!" demanded Patamon as he nudged his empty bowl toward Davis with his head.

T.K. just laughed behind his hand at the three's wild antics. He was so focused on watching them that he hadn't taken a bite of his food.

Then, suddenly, all three turned to him with expectant looks.

"So... uh, how do you like it dude?" asked Davis almost nervously.

"Oh, sorry," apologized T.K. with a sweatdrop. "I was so busy enjoying the show, I didn't even have a chance to taste it yet."

"T.K., if you don't gobble up that soup right now, I'm confiscating it," commanded Patamon with a deadly serious glare.

"Agreed, totally the ten-second-rule," added DemiVeemon nodding his head in agreement.

"Dude, that's only for stuff that fell on the floor, not left on the table," pointed out Davis with a groan.

"Eh, same difference," replied the blue digimon as he started eyeing T.K.'s bowl.

T.K. quickly snatched it up and held it away from the two. "No way! This is mine you savages! Get some more of your own!"

Now it was Davis's turn to laugh as he finally caved. "Okay, you two. I'll get you both some more."

"Yay!" exclaimed the pair. They bounced around Davis as he took their empty dishes over to the oven.

The blond smirked as he placed his bowl back onto the table. "Well moment of truth," thought T.K., as he finally raised the spoon to his lips to take a sip.

"Holy Crap!" he exclaimed the second the broth touched his tongue, startling Davis into dropping the ladle back into the pot with a loud plop!

"Huh? What is it? What's wrong?" inquired the goggle-head in concern as he spun back around. T.K. hardly ever swore, so he must have really screwed something up!

"D-Davis! This is amazing!" stuttered the blond as he dug back in for another bite. "I knew it was going to be good, but wow! This is really something special!"

"I-" was all Davis could say as he fought the blush trying to stretch across his face. "W-Well you're welcome."

The goggle-head spun back around to face the oven, trying to hide his embarrassment. He quickly poured out another two bowls for their digimon. Davis wasn't used to... well... praise of any kind, and especially not from T.K.

"Maybe the talk did work," thought the goggle-head as he began to settle down. "We do seem to be opening up a lot more to each other... I hope it stays this way."

When Davis finally got his emotions under control, he turned back around to see T.K. once again fighting with the digimon to save his soup bowl.

It made Davis genuinely smile, knowing that something he had made brought so much happiness to his friends.

"Guys!" called Davis with a small laugh. "Calm down! Leave T.P. alone, I've got your bowls right here..."

And with that, Davis walked back over to join in the happy moment with them.

Once they had all eaten their fill, T.K. and Davis sat watching Patamon and Veemon jump around the couch cushions playing tag. Or at least T.K. was, Davis was busy studying the serene look that appeared on T.K.'s face as he gazed at Patamon. It was a gentle, almost vulnerable side that he very rarely saw of the blond.

Davis could always tell there was more to T.K., than meets the eye. On the outside he always seemed like 'Mr. Perfect,' but every so often T.K. would let down his guard and reveal there was something more. But Davis never knew how to get his friend to open up. All his tactics that worked for Ken and Kari, never seemed to work for his other friend. That was the main reason he wanted to apologize, so T.K. would feel safe to open up more. The door to who T.K. really was seemed to be opening a crack, but it wasn't quite open yet.

Well... maybe it was finally time to ram it down. Subtlety was never his strong suit anyway.

"Why do you look at him like that?" asked Davis in a hushed tone as he stared at T.K.'s profile.

The blond broke out in a slight blush as he turned to his friend startled. "I b-beg your pardon?"

"Patamon," clarified the goggle-head as he narrowed his eyes. "The way you look at him sometimes... it's odd."

"Oh," replied T.K. as he nervously glanced away. Should he tell Davis this? The pair had already been pretty open with each other today. Davis and Matt weren't the only ones with masks. T.K. tried to be the best student, son, brother, and friend he could be. But it always took a toll on him. It was hard to be strong for everyone else all the time. T.K. wasn't sure when he had become so internalized with his real emotions. If he had to take a guess, it was most likely sometime after he returned from his first trip to the Digital World. But even before then, the blond had been an excellent listener and often helped with other peoples' burdens. But sharing his own? That was something else entirely. Other than Kari, T.K. had never told anyone about what had happened to Patamon. Everyone else in the original group had witnessed it. And since no one else knew about the digimon, who could he confide in? There were times when it felt like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Maybe it was finally time for him to shed a little of it off.

"Well, yeah, I guess so... I did lose him once..." whispered T.K. sadly as he watched the digimon start a tickle fight.

"What'd yah mean?" asked Davis with a confused blink. "When you guys were blocked from the Digital World?"

"No, I... it was when Patamon first digivolved into Angemon," confessed T.K. with a shake of his head. "He... was destroyed."

"Wait, what? You mean like Wormmon was?" Davis look back at him horrified. He never knew that. No wonder T.K. always seemed so protective of Patamon.

"Yeah and at the time, I kinda didn't know he was going to come back," stated the blond as his voice cracked a bit on the last word.

"Oh..." said Davis with remorse. "Dude... I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No," stopped T.K. with a shake of his head. "It's alright. I've kept that pain locked away in my heart for a long time now. It's about time I let it out."

The blond then went back to staring at Patamon. "I've lost a great deal in my life, but when I thought I had lost Patamon... and at such a young age... it affects you, you know?"

"Yeah," Davis agreed sadly.

"I deeply treasure each and every moment we still have together, because we almost never had another one..."

T.K. then turned to Davis and stared him right in the eye. "Patamon is my heart and I very nearly lost him because he was trying to protect me from Devimon. Matt and Tai have told me hundreds of times that it wasn't my fault, but... it still haunts me. That's why I'm so hard on you when we're battling in the Digital World, I never want- I mean, I don't-"

There was the real T.K., he was sure of it now. The hard worker with a heart of gold, and selfless almost to a fault. He took on all the responsibility so that one else would have to. The one who would pay any price to see that his friends' hopes became reality. All this time... Davis had thought T.K. was being so critical because he disliked him. But he could see it now, T.K. wasn't shoving Davis's weaknesses into his face to hurt him; he was trying to prevent his friend from making similar mistakes. The Digital World wasn't a video game, and if you mess up, you can't just hit restart and try again. The stakes are very high when the fate of two worlds is the prize. T.K. simply didn't want Davis to have to pay the same price in order to understand.

Ugh, he really felt like an idiot now.

"It's okay, man," assured Davis as he placed a supportive hand on T.K.'s shoulder. "I get it, you don't have to say anything more."

"I... thanks," sighed T.K. as some of his chains of guilt fell away, he felt lighter than he had in years. "It felt good to finally tell someone other than Kari."

"You know... if you ever want to go into detail, I'm here. And contrary to popular belief, I'm a pretty good listener," teased the goggle-head with a light smirk.

"I'll keep that in mind," accepted the blond with a small smile. He just might take Davis up on that one day.

"Come on," he encouraged, nodding his head towards their digimon. "Let's go make a few more memories, huh?"

T.K. simply snorted at this and agreed, "Why not? But then we have to get back to work, okay?"

"Deal," laughed the goggle-head as he smacked T.K. lightly on the arm. "Tag! You're it!"

"Gah! Davis! Come on, really?" cried the blond as the digimon both squealed in delight and quickly ran with Davis into the other room to escape T.K.'s ticklish vengeance.

After some well deserved playtime, the pair went right back to studying, much to Davis's dismay. But the rest of their work flew by rather quickly, and finally it was time for Davis to head home.

As the goggle-head packed up his bag to leave, he explained, "So I left some more soup heating on the stove for Matt and your dad. Because sorry dude, there is no way I'm going back into that fridge."

"Fair enough," replied T.K. with a sly grin as he reached out his hand. "Well... it's been fun, Davis. See you tomorrow at school."

Davis grabbed the offered hand and shook it enthusiastically. "Yeah, see yah!"

"Bye, guys!" called DemiVeemon from the backpack as Davis quickly spun around and went out the door.

"Bye..." whispered T.K. as he slowly let his still waving hand fall back to his side. Today's revelations had left him with a lot to think about.

As the blond was just starting to clean up, Matt and T.K.'s father arrived home.

"We're back son," called Mr. Ishida as both he and Matt entered. "Did you and Davis get a lot of studying done?"

"Actually, yeah, we did," answered T.K. happily as Mr. Ishida went into the kitchen and washed his hands.

"Good!" the man exclaimed as he then reached out and grabbed the door handle of the fridge. "Now, let's see what we have for-"

"Uh, Dad, I wouldn't-"

But T.K.'s warning came too late as he watched his father stare horrified into the refrigerator. They could all hear a distinct Rattle! Rattle! coming from inside.

SLAM!

"Yeeze!" exclaimed T.K.'s dad. "That's the last time I ever take home leftovers from the Kamiya's! So uh... we got anything else in the house to eat?"

"Uh yeah, Dad," said Matt with a sly grin. "Just follow your nose."

"Hey, nice! Where'd you get the soup from, Son?" asked Mr. Ishida as he ladled out two bowls for both him and Matt.

"Actually, Davis made it from scratch," admitted T.K. with a causal shrug as both Matt and their father stared at him in shock.

"The Motomiya boy made this? ...You sure it's safe to eat?" Mr. Ishida asked uncertainly as he sniffed the bowl.

"Totally," confirmed T.K. with a wide grin. "It's really good, I think you both will like it."

"Okay..." said Matt just as cautiously as he sat down at the table beside his father. "But if we have to go to the hospital, we're blaming you."

T.K. simply snorted into his hand, knowing exactly what was going to happen the second they took a bite.

"Holy!" cried Mr. Ishida as he immediately started inhaling the rest of the bowl.

"T.K., are you freaking serious? Davis actually made this?!" exclaimed Matt as he continued eating with a look of pure awe.

"Yup, Patamon's still passed out in the other room in a deep food coma," confirmed T.K. as he gestured to hall. "His final words were, and I quote, 'It was so worth it.'"

"Boys!" suddenly declared Mr. Ishida when he placed down his empty bowl. "I have come to a decision!

Both sons looked at him with raised, expectant eyebrows.

"We are adopting Davis," he said determinedly.

T.K. slapped his forehead. "Dad, we can't adopt Davis. He already has a family."

"Okay... fine," conceded the man with a bit of a pout. "New plan! That Jun girl who likes Matt, she's his sister, right?"

"Yes..."

"Perfect! Matt, you're marrying Davis's sister."

Matt nearly spat his soup halfway across the room. "Dad! There is no way that I would ever-"

"Son, take another bite of the soup and then tell me."

Matt took another slow, savory bite, and then stared at the bowl in deep contemplation.

T.K. felt his eye begin to twitch. "Oh my god, Matt!" he yelled in disbelief. "You aren't seriously thinking about this!"

"Well... Dad has a point," offered the rocker with a sigh, "it's a valid option."

Mr. Ishida nodded in agreement just as T.K. reached up and slapped his head again.

It was then, that the doorbell suddenly started ringing. "T.Q.! Dude, open up! I was halfway home when I realized I left my history book in Matt's room!"

"Ugh..." groaned T.K. as he went to open the door.

"Hi, again," chirped DemiVeemon sleepily as Davis ducked back into the apartment.

"Sorry dude, the stupid thing totally slipped my- Oh, hey! Hi there, Matt and Mr. Ishida!" exclaimed Davis as he noticed the pair sitting in the kitchen.

"There's our new family member!" declared Mr. Ishida as he got up from the table and greeted Davis with a vigorous hand shake.

"Dad!" exclaimed Matt clearly aghast. "I said I would only consider it, nothing more!"

Davis turned to T.K., giving him a look of 'WTF' as he whispered out of the side of his mouth, "T.B., I think your family's finally lost it."

"You're telling me," muttered T.K. right back. "You might want to put a warning label on that soup of yours that it may cause insanity."

Davis simply blinked back at him confused.

T.K. then went off to find Davis's book as Matt finally decided to take pity on the poor goggle-head and explain why they were acting so weird.

As he searched Matt's room, T.K. suddenly snorted to himself in thought, "Patamon was right, Davis is the cause of insanity. "

When the blond finally returned with the lost item, he heard Davis reply, "Oh! So you really liked it that much? Cool! Thanks."

"Yes, it was quite the treat for Matt and I," complemented Mr. Ishida. "We hardly ever have time to cook."

"Huh... you don't say..." said Davis as he got a thoughtful look on his face. "Well then, you know what? Why don't we make this a weekly thing?"

"What?" asked T.K. startled as he held out the book for Davis. "You serious?"

"Sure!" exclaimed the goggle-head confidently. "I'd love to have some new guinea pig- I mean taste testers to try out my creations!"

Davis then grabbed the book with his left hand and draped a friendly arm over the back of T.K.'s shoulders.

"Of course, we can't leave T.K. out of it, can we?" asked Davis with a sly grin and a wink. "So why don't you invite your mom along as well? I'm sure she could use a break from cooking, too."

"What in the heck are you-" thought T.K. as he stared at Davis stunned.

"Actually... that sounds like a pretty good idea," agreed Mr. Ishida as finished the last of his soup and got up to get some more. "Ask your mom if she'd be up for it once she's back, Son."

"I..." was all T.K. could say. Why had he? How did he? Did Davis truly know what he had just done?! After all this time, his family was actually going to sit down and eat a meal again, together. Of all the things he had ever hoped for in his life, his family being whole again had always been the strongest.

Did Davis know how much this meant to him?

Once Davis removed his arm, T.K. could no longer hold back the shiver of shock that suddenly ran through his body.

"Well, I'd better get going," offered the goggle-head with an unassuming smile as he quickly stuffed the book back into his backpack, being careful not to wake the now sleeping DemiVeemon. "See yah at school tomorrow, dude."

As Davis waved and then reached to open the door, T.K. finally snapped out of his reverie.

"Wait!" he called out, his voice slightly cracking with the force of the emotions running through him.

Davis turned back to him with a questioning eyebrow.

"Hold up," said T.K. almost desperately, "I-I'll walking you home."

"Uh... you really don't have to, I can-"

"Well, too bad, because I insist," cut off the blond as he quickly grabbed his coat. "I'll be back in a bit guys, okay?"

"Sure, Son. Just don't take too long," said Mr. Ishida as he ate another bite of ramen.

Matt simply smirked as T.K. passed, giving him an inquiring glance.

"Yes, fine, you were right. Stop being so smug about it," muttered back T.K. as he headed out the door after Davis.

"Very sneaky, Davis," thought Matt as he watched the door close behind his brother. "I think Ken's been rubbing off on you, well done."

And with that, Matt simply grabbed his bowl and stood up to get a second helping of ramen soup.

For about three city blocks, the pair walked in tense silence.

And incredibly, it was T.K. who finally broke it with the question of, "Why?"

"Huh?" inquired Davis in returned as he came to an abrupt stop. "Why, what?"

"Davis, please don't play dumb right now," pleaded T.K. as he stared at his friend. "You were nervous about just cooking for Patamon and I, and don't deny it, I could tell. So I don't... why, Davis?"

Davis's happy-go-lucky mask finally fell away. "Because I know how much it means to you..."

"How? I never-"

"The Dream World, when I broke you out," he explained with a serious frown. "I only saw quick flashes… but it was enough. Honestly, I kinda had a feeling before then, I mean... with folks like yours, I can understand it dude."

T.K. glanced down and away, as if he were ashamed to look Davis in the eye.

"Hey, I saw an opportunity and I took it," reassured Davis as he stepped closer and placed a supportive hand on T.K.'s shoulder. "At worst, you all get food poisoning, and at best… well, you never know. At the very least, it's a chance for them to clear the air, kinda like we did."

"Y-You didn't have to do that, you know?" stuttered out T.K., trying to hold back the tears he felt stinging in his eyes.

"Well, yeah," agreed Davis with a small shrug. "But I'd be a pretty shitty friend, if I hadn't T.K."

This was Davis, he was certain of it. This kind, caring person, who would sacrifice every ounce of his dignity to make someone smile. His love for life almost infectious, happiness and joy overflowing from his very being. The one who always seemed to know how to take a bad situation and turn it right on it's head. He'd face anyone or anything without hesitation that dared to threaten his beloved friends. He was a little like a mix of both Matt and Tai, but still a unique person all his own.

This made the blond suddenly burst out in hysterical laughter. "Matt was right, you two really are alike!"

"Hey, watch it now!" exclaimed Davis with a furious blush as he removed his hand. "What does that mean, exactly?"

"And you used my name again, twice," pointed out T.K. with a teasing grin.

"Yeah, well don't get used to it!" stated the goggle-head defensively as he gave the cackling blond a playful shove. "Because the day I ever use it again, you'll know something is seriously wrong!"

"Duly noted," replied T.K. as he wiped away a tear of laughter. "Come on, let's get you home. And Davis... really, thank you."

Davis simply snorted and rolled his eyes. "Sure, whatever. No reason to get all sappy about it." But T.K. could tell he was touched.

And so, the pair walked off into the night, both knowing that their friendship had finally taken an important step in the right direction.

"Hey, Kari?" called Tai the next morning as he looked warily into the fridge. "Did you ever send that Numemon that popped out of the computer a few days ago, back to the Digital World?"

"Wah? Nob, I taught heb waz till in dah ridge," mumbled a stuffy-nosed Kari as she walked out of her bedroom. "I gab hib sum of Mum's old m'eatloaf to eat, w'hy?"

"Uh... because he's not in here anymore," said Tai in concern as he pointed into the empty appliance.

"WAH?!" cried Kari as she grabbed the refrigerator door and stared in horror at the fact that there was nothing there. "I- wher' is heb?"

"You... don't think that Mom's cooking was so bad that... it deleted him, do you?" asked Tai, biting his lip worriedly.

"I... hobe not..." replied Kari as they both gave each other a concerned glance and then when back to staring at the still disturbingly empty fridge.

~The End~

12/02/15: Update! I have two new Digimon one-shot stories loosely connected to this one now out! They are written in Davis's perspective and give more depth to his overall backstory. They are called: "Why I Reached Out" and "Wrong Choice." So please check them out on my author's page, if you have time.

Author's Notes: Well, there you have it people! The end of this one-shot that turned into a three part fic. So... did I get anyone to think for a second that Mrs. Kamiya's horrible cooking had actually achieved sentience? No? Darn! Well I tried. And just so we are clear, I don't think all divorced couples should get back together, it all depends on the situation and the people. In this case, I feel there's at least room for them to become friends at this point, especially for their kids sakes. But as I said, every family and situation is different. My main goal was to illustrate just how much Davis really does care about T.K. by giving him this chance. Hopefully, I got that point across. Overall, I think it turned out pretty well, but who I really want to hear from is all of you! Anyway, so now that you're done reading, please remember to read, fav and review! Feed back from readers is very important, so please try to do so to all the authors on FFN whenever you can. And I don't just write in Digimon fandoms I also have lots of other fics in Naruto, Harry Potter, and lots more. So check out my author's page if you are interested.

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