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Chapter 1

Taking a deep breath, the blue Renamon let out a long sigh as he looked out at the human's world, his mind a whirl of thought. Had it really been 5 years now? He was currently curled up in his tamer's room at his favorite perch. Here he could look out the big window and think. At first he had been content to just sit on the window sill, but his tamer would have none of that.

The Santa Fe Trunk was a great piece of bedroom furniture. The trunk featured a rustic wooden design and was a great place to tuck away off-season clothes or extra blankets. However, his new tamer had cleaned it out, moved it under the big window in her room and a big pillow atop it for his comfort.

Called a dog couch, a 3 by 4 and a half-foot overly thick cushion, it was washable and meant only for pets. His tamer had told him that he could keep anything he wanted inside his trunk as long as it wasn't something that might spoil. The trunk was his private space and for some odd reason he liked the idea.

The gift of the trunk had been one of the things that had endeared her into his heart. The first was her willingness to grant him his freedom.

Most digimon felt full and complete devotion towards their tamers for the child was usually picked by the digimon to be his or her partner. But the blue Renamon hadn't chosen his tamer. Hell he never wanted to be stuck watching over and protecting some human's offspring. He saw the act of taking a partner as being beneath him... No, he didn't pick his partner; he had been given as a gift to her.

It had happened back in the digi-world. His home had been laid siege to by a human calling himself Fuzzywig, a monster of a human who hated everything. It seems he had been looking for the legendary digi-god, the BlackRenamon, and was willing to do anything to find it and control it. Renamon's tamer, though she wasn't his partner at the time, had been one of the three sacrifices lined up for the digi-god.

And then he had met Axel Benden and everything changed.

He remembered being ordered by Fuzzuwig to detain the seemingly harmless man, yet before he could, he had been hit by a massive electrical charge. When he awoke, the dark god was loosed upon the worlds and the young girl was his new partner. It wasn't until later that he found that Axel was the fabled BlackRenamon and that he had used a blank digi-vice to forcefully download Renamon's code.

Axel then gave the digi-vice, and in turn Renamon, to the little girl as a gift.

Very little had changed at first for the blue Renamon, he had had some difficulty taking orders from a child. But then that had been the side affect of being forced into taking a tamer, he had more free will then your average digimon. He did as he pleased, when he pleased. He spent days away from her at first, only appearing when she ordered him to do something through her device.

But then things took a major turn in his life. It happened just after her 7th birthday, the day she came down with a bad case of pneumonia. At first the doctors didn't know if she would survive and as far as Renamon was concerned, her death meant he could go home. Yet as he sat in her hospital room, keeping a vigilant eye out for her death rattle, something in him changed. While he didn't know what it was at the time, he could still remember exactly when it happened.

~*~*~*~*~

He sat on the window sill of her hospital room, foot paws pressed into one corner, his back against the other. He had been doing his best to ignore the hiss from the oxygen tube and all the beeping from the various machines that cluttered the small overly clean room. However the biggest annoyance came from the little girl inside the plastic tent. Over and over again she lay singing "Blue Sky's" while staring at the ceiling.

Gods how he hated that song, it had been fine the first three times... this however marked her 45 redesigning. By the Sovran, he had tried to show restraint, but as it were, he was two verses away from strangling the girl with her own air hose.

"You hate me."

The statement had come right out of left field and as such, he almost missed it. Tearing his gaze away from the beautiful snowy day outside the window, he turned his head and regarded the sickly girl.

"You do...don't you," she asked, her breath coming in gasps as she watched him with her bloodshot brown eyes.

"I neither hate you," he said in an uncaring tone, "nor do I like you."

"I knew you hated me when you first saw me holding this," slowly she opened her left hand and both looked to the clear-blue plastic digi-vice she held. Besides a few coloring book and some crayons, the device was one of the few things the doctors let her keep in the tent with her. "There are nights when that day replays itself over and over in my dream... and every time it's the same."

"And what might that be," he huffed as he turned back to the window, wanting to ignore the girl.

"The hatred in your yellow eyes when I said I was your tamer," she wheezed.

"I said I don't hate you," he snapped back, wishing she would just leave him alone.

"But you do," her weak voice floated back. "I can see it in how you act, how you don't like being near me, the way you look at me... how you refuse to say my name."

"Its not you I hate," he was off the sill and towering over her bed in a heartbeat, his voice but a growl. "It's that thing I hate," he glared at her digi-vice. "I loathe what it has done to my proud and honorable race, I hate what it stands for, and I hate what it forces me to be."

"And what is that," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his.

"Slavery," he shot back. "That's all those devices mean to me, because of it, I am nothing but your slave."

"But...the other digimon...they don't seem...to mind," she was straining herself and it showed.

"A bunch of weak minded fools that think that being paired with a human will make them something more." The blue Renamon was snarling as he talked, for the first time he was letting her know how he felt. "Digi-vices, digi-destined, hell the whole of the human world..." he began to pace. "It has brought us digimon nothing but pain and suffering, and it's all at the hands of you humans."

"So you do hate me," her voice was so quiet that it weren't for his heightened senses he wouldn't have heard her.

"YES I HATE YOU!!!" he roared, spinning around to glare at the girl, his yellow eyes filled with rage. By the gods he was ready to kill the child, sharp teeth bared, razor claws extended, and his blood boiling with wrath in his veins. Pulling one hand back, he readied to slash at the plastic tent and the girl inside... yet his body suddenly froze.

A single tear was trickling down her pale cheeks and he found that for one reason or another, all his attention was focused on that tiny bead of moisture. Slowly he let his hand drop to his side before turning his back on the child. All of a sudden he found it impossible to look at her. "I...I'm sorry." It slipped from his throat even before he knew he was saying it. "I shouldn't have said that."

The silence that cloaked the room was almost palatable. As Renamon stood there, his back to the girl, he began to shiver. Never in his life had he ever thought himself capable of hurting an innocent child, and yet he had almost done just that. Taking a ragged breath, he was about to teleport away when she said something he didn't quite understand. "What did you say," his voice but a whisper.

"I release you," she said again.

"But..." he blinked in shock, not quite understanding her.

"You're free," she said as she slowly pushed her digi-vice over to the zipper of the plastic tent.

It took a little doing, but she finally managed to open it enough to force the device through. Silently Renamon watched as it slipped off the bed and clattered to the floor. As if in a dream, he bent and retrieved the focus of his hate. "Take it and go," came the child's voice, yet he couldn't respond. "It isn't a real device, a good solid hit should destroy it."

Gently he cradled the digi-vice in his cupped hands, not really knowing what else to do with it. "...blue sky." Renamon paused and looked up, finding himself half way to the door of her room. Slowly he turned and looked to the girl who, for all he knew, was on her death bed. "What did you say?"

"I said, I love you blue sky..."

"Blue sky?"

"That's the name I picked for you..." her eyes where drooping as she talked, she was just so tired. "You are Sky, my blue Sky."

Only now, as he stood with freedom at his back and the sick little girl before him, did he now understand why she had sung that song over and over. It wasn't to annoy him, far from it; it was because she loved him. With his feet leading the way and his body too numb to resist, he moved back to her side and knelt. Being a little over 6 foot tall, this maneuver put him at eye level with the child.

"Aren't you going to leave," she asked, her tired eyes watching as he gently slipped the digi-vice back into the tent with her.

"No," he whispered.

"But, (wheeze) I gave you your freedom."

"I know," he smiled slightly as sleep began to claim the girl. "But for now my place is at your side."

"Will...you still...be here when...I wake...up?"

"...Yes..."

~*~*~*~*~

That had been two years ago... give or take 3 months.

"Hey Sky,"

Shaking his head a little, Sky, the blue Renamon, forced himself back to reality. Glancing over from his perch at the window, he watched as his now 9 year-old tamer closed the door to her bedroom with her foot, before making her way to his side. "You missed dinner, again," she smiled as she handed him a covered plate full of her mother's famous cooking.

With one ear propped up, the Renamon accepted the plate. "Please forgive me Sabrina, I was caught up in my own thoughts," he bowed his head slightly. As he did his nose passed over the dish and the pleasant odor of mash potatoes, gravy and green beans assaulted his nostrils... as did something else. "You didn't," he questioned happily as he pulled the plastic cover off the plate. There, plopped over the other contents of the plate, was a raw T-bone stake.

Sky gave a little howl of joy, his tail wagging as he sank his teeth into his dinner.

"I'm glad you like it," the young girl giggled.

"Gawd, You're spoiling me," he murmured through a mouth full of red meat.

"Ah, but this is a special occasion." She was now at her desk powering up her comp as she spoke.

"...weally..." Sky had to take a moment to swallow before repeating. "Really?"

"What," she asked, her bright yellow eyes gazing at him. "Have you forgotten again?"

"Well... give me a moment to think," came his defensive snort. "Its not your birthday, it's not mine... so..."

"Yeah, so," she pushed.

"Hold on, I'm thinking,"

"It's a date that most men tend to forget," she tried to help.

"Your mother's birthday," his ears perked up.

"No silly," she giggled happily, "It's our anniversary... this is the day you first became my digimon."

Sky was silent for a short time, having just been thinking about all of this, he couldn't help but relive it all over again. "No, today is the day you received your digi-vice," he softly said as he set his plate down and silently moved to her side. "March 13th is the day I became your digimon..." he whispered as he knelt and nuzzled her neck, "...and I will remember that until the day I'm deleted."

"I know," she sighed happily, reaching up to gently scritch under his jaw. "But I like to celebrate both."

"Then I will do my best to remember," he happily murred, giving her cheek a lick.

"Oh stop that, it tickles!" Sabrina pulled away giggling even more before wiping a hand over her cheek. "Eewww... dog slobber..."

"You know you love it," he gave a chuckle as he reached up and ruffled her blue hair.

"Yeah, I do," she smiled, looking into Sky's eyes. Then she shook herself and sighed. "Go finish your dinner, I have e-mails to send before we head to camp tomorrow."

Happy to follow her instructions, he bounded back to his plate and dug in. Though he had been given a fork to eat with, and he did use it, he couldn't help but lick the dish clean once he was done. After placing the plate aside he went back to happily gnawing on what was left of the T-bone. He hated to admit it, being the dignified Renamon he was, but he sometimes liked reverting back his canine heritage.

"Now lets see, junk, junk, spam, Oh... something from Ivy, more junk..." Sabrina talked away while clicking and deleting the useless stuff off her Hotmail. "Hello, what's this?"

Sky blinked and paused in the cleaning of his bone, from the steak, not his groin, and peered over to his tamer. "Is something wrong," he asked, looking back from his perch. Thanks to his link to the child, he knew she had seen something that bothered her. "Sabrina..." once again he was off the trunk and at her side, trying to figure out what was wrong.

His answer was on her screen.

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Have you and

Your digimon ever?

jumped bones,

gotten nailed,

gotten shtuped,

done the wild thing,

participated in a horizontal digi-monster mash,

knocked nasty's,

Ever let him

have your cookie,

pluck your cheery,

lay pip in your secret garden,

(Yes)or(No)

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Sky looked on blankly as his tamer read the oddly worded e-mail. While he knew what the different slang stood for, he had to wonder if Sabrina did... she was only 9 after all.

"Well, I did let you have the cheery off my hot fudge Sunday yesterday, and I've given you lots of cookies," she pointed to two of the questions, yet the expression on her face changed dramatically as she looked at the others, "But man, some of this other stuff sounds painful."

Blinking in surprise, the digi-fox had to hide his smile... apparently she hadn't a clue. "Ummm, I don't usually say this," Sky was doing his best to not comment on what the e-mail was hinting at. "But maybe you should leave that be and go get your father."

"Huh," she questioned, "is it that bad?"

"Just trust me," he said in a soothing voice.

"Ok," she chirped, jumping up from her chair and heading for the door.

As Sabrina opened the door to her room, Sky turned his attention back to the screen. Who on earth would be asking these types of question, and why of a 9 year old. It just didn't make sense. "DADDY..." taking a sec to calm his racing heart, the blue fox looked over to find his tamer half in and half out her door, screaming for her father.

With a sigh and roll of his yellow eyes, the blue fox waited for the familiar sound of her Father's heavy girth stomping up the stairs. Before to long, the heft man trundled into her room, though he was slightly out of breath from the climb up the stairs. "Wha...what is it..." the fat man huffed as Sabrina pulled him over to her computer.

"I just got done checking my e-mail," she chattered on as they approached her desk, "and was about to turn off my computer when something strange popped up."

"Ok,ok... let me take a look and..." Frank was all smiles as he bent over and peered at the screen. The smile died a quick death. "...oh..."

"Is something wrong Daddy," the girl looked up, concern in her voice."

"umm," the fat man hesitated, unsure what to tell his little girl, "No, no... everything if fine dear. After the snap decision he turned to the digi-fox. "Sky, how about you take Sabrina down to the kitchen and get her a snack, I'll see if I can take care of this."

"Yeah, sure," Sky knew just from the look on Frank's face that something was troubling him. "Come on Sabrina, I know where your mom hides the Zebra cakes."

With a yip of joy, the little girl was already out her room and running down the stairs.

"Sky?" Looking back from the door, the blue fox paused and glanced back to his tamer's father. Locking eyes with the digimon, the fat man gave a nod to the screen... in a calm voice he asked, "Have you two ever?"

"No Sir."

"Has she ever expressed interest?"

"Not to my knowledge..."

"Did you tell her what all this ment?"

"I didn't think it was my place to tell."

"Sky, being head of the DDC, I know what the tamer's bond usually leads to," Frank sat gazing into the fox's eyes for a moment. "I want to thank you..."

"For what," Sky's ears perked.

"For everything," Frank answered as he began typing away on the comp... with a shrug Sky closed the door and went to find his tamer.

Chapter 2

"Did you get everything you needed," Frank asked as he worked to close the cargo door of his black SUV, "or do you want me to try and force your bed in here to?"

"Real funny dad," the blue haired girl sighed before climbing into the front passenger seat of her father's company truck.

"He does have a point Sabrina," the Renamon in the back seat stated. "Two army duffle bags, a suitcase, a gym bag of electronics, and a backpack full of stuffed animals... all we're missing is your bed and desk."

"Oh not you two Sky," she crossed her arms and huffed.

"Ok, so why do we need all this junk," the Renamon questioned.

"Because I'm a girl..."

"huh," Sky blinked in confusion.

"Just let it drop Sky," Frank said as he sank into the driver side of the DDC vehicle. "Girls... and women in general, never travel light, besides it's her first time attending camp."

"yeah," the girl snorted as she twisted around to look back at her digimon. "Not only that, but it's a 3 week camp, we're going to need all this Junk' just to survive."

Sky only rolled his eyes.

After a three hour car ride down into Kentucky's scenic Red River Gorge, and a stop a Dairy Queen for Sundays, the Timpsons had finally made it the DDC sponsored Digi-Tamers Camp. Camp Shawnee, a rather rustic place where kids of variant ages, and their digimon, could come and spend a few weeks having fun, without their parents getting worried.

 For the next 3 weeks, this would be home for over 200 tamers and their digimon.

"Hello, My name is Jessie, and this is my partner Lopmon, Hoppy..." an over excitable red head greeted father and daughter as they stepped though the cabin's front door. "...and we would like to welcome you all to camp Shawnee, the Digi-Tamers retreat."

"Hi there," the chocolate n pink digi-bunny chirped from atop the teen's shoulders. "Welcome to cabin 4."

"Umm," slightly taken aback by how the teen had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, Frank did his best to come up with something to say... his best was a feeble, "thanks."

"Think nothing of it," Jessie giggled as she ushered the trio in. "Ok now, Boys are on the right, Girls on the left," she said while producing a clip board, "Mind if I ask who is going to be staying?"

Frank kinda thought the question moot for the cabin had been one of two reserved for children ages 9 to 10, and as far as he could see, his daughter was the only one of that age. "I will be," came the response from his side. Smiling Frank looked down and ruffled her blue hair before answering, "This is my daughter, Sabrina Timpson."

"Ooh, that's such a lovely name," Lopmon chimed from her perch.

"Why yes it is," the teen nodded as she ran a finger down her clipboard. After a moment she taped the board, "Hah, here you are," she gave the name a quick check with a pen, "and your digimon would be..."

"Right here," grumped the blue fox who stood behind the little girl, her suitcase and other bags loaded in his arms.

"Wow, a blue Renomon," Jessie gasped before writing something down on her clipboard.

"A what," Sabrina questioned, giving the teen an odd look.

"hmm, what's what," Jessie peered over her board.

"You just called me a Renomon," Sky observed. "Not a Renamon."

"Oh, that," Jessie lowered the clipboard as she went into speech mode. "Calling male Renamon, Renomon, is the newest thing," she was all smiles as she talked. "I forget where it started, but it's a way of telling the male digi-fox from the females... I think it's a French thing... Anyhow, not long after the name change hit, most digi-vices began to read the same way."

"Honey, I told you all about this back in February," Frank said as he knelt next to his little girl.

"Here," the teen too knelt and held out her digi-vice. "Take a look."

Sabrina watched as Jessie activated her device and pointed it at Sky. With a beep the device's screen blinked and the bright swirling information hologram glowed to life. Before her yellow eyes appeared Sky's data.

Name: Renomon, male Renamon.

Level: Rookie.

Attribute: Data.

Type: Beats Man Digimon.

Family: Nightmare Solder.

Battle Notes: This digimon has Flight, Teleportation, and Shape Shifting.

Comments: This digimon is quick to respond with his many skills! Likes to use his shape shifting to confuse his enemies!

The little girl had to read the glowing data several time before turning toward her blue partner. "You can shape shift," she questioned... well, more like a bewildered statement then a question.

"Yes,"

"And why haven't you told me this," she demanded, stomping her right foot to put emphasis to her words.

"You never asked," Sky tilted his head up, acting aloof.

"Why don't we show you to your bed so that you two can get unpacked," the teen was quickly stowing her device while she waved for everyone to follow her, "This way then."

"Me and you are going to have a little chat later," Sabrina snorted at her... Renomon... in mock anger before turning and following the teen.

With Jessie in the lead, and Sky bringing up the rear, the Timpsons made their way down the girl's side of the T shaped cabin. "You will be sharing the room with an Elecmon, an ExTyranomon, a Boltmon, and a WereGarurumon," the teen said as she led them down to the last set of beds, "I hope that won't be a problem."

"I don't have a problem with it," Sabrina sighed while she quickly looked over the two beds assigned to her and Sky.

"And you," Jessie looked to the Renomon.

"I could care less..." he grunted as he began unloading his arm load of baggage.

"Cool," the teen chirped happily. "Now orientation will be held in the mess hall in about an hour and parents can attend if they wish... dinner will be held after." she began jabbering while leafing trough the papers in her clipboard. Finally she found what she was searching for and handed the board to Frank. "I need you to sign here, this is for our files and so we have a record of parental consent for all attending children."

"Mind if I ask," Frank began, taking the offered clipboard and perusing the legal form. "Will you be Sabrina's counselor for her stay?"

"Actually, I'm a CIT, Donald is the boys counselor and head Chief of the cabin." Jessie watched intently while the fat man signed the paperwork, "But yeah, I'm watching over the girls."

(CIT, Counselor In Training)

Frank gave the energetic teen an odd look before handing back the board. Turning with a sigh, he found his daughter and her blue fox in the midst of unpacking and getting themselves settled in. "Well little one," the fat man asked as he sat down on the nearest bed. "Do you want me to stay around a bit longer?"

"Daddy, you don't have to worry, I have my cell and fresh batteries in the portable charger." Sabrina gave a little giggled, pausing in her unpacking to step up and hug her poppa. "Besides, I have Sky... and you know he won't let anything happen to me."

"I know baby, I know..." Frank gave her a gentle squeeze before letting her go. "Now you two will be on your best behavior, right?"

While Jessie waited patently off to the side, watching father and daughter say their goodbyes, it wasn't until the fat man had left and walked alone back to his SUV that she realized... neither Sabrina nor her digimon had answered the man's question. There was also something else that bugged her about the two partners, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

~*~*~*~*~

"Gosh there are a lot of rules," Sabrina said as she flipped trough the small booklet. Currently the two were sitting on a stoop outside the mess hall, trying to enjoy the fresh air and their dinner of fried chicken. "I mean, look at this..." she leaned over so that Sky could see the page. "It says here, that while digi-battles amongst campers are not discouraged, the battles must be held with decorum..."

"Hmmm, deletions are not allowed," the blue fox pulled the booklet out of her hands and quickly read the battle rules, this gave Sabrina a chance to dig into her fries. "Duels are held with restraint, each digimon fight until one or both run out of energy, the last one able to continue is declared winner..." Sky skimmed the rest of the 30 something lines of gibberish in silence. "...sounds like fun..."

"Sarcasm," she shot her fox a glance, "not happy with the way they want to run digi-battles?"

"Just disappointed," he handed the book back.

"Why, were you looking forward to deleting someone?"

"Not really, no," he gave her a smile. "But I haven't had a good skirmish since that thing with Cronomon."

"The time master digomon," she blinked in dismay, "why on earth?"

"Mehh, he was fun," the blue Renamon chuckled.

"Only you would define a mega-maniacal, time shifting, ultimate digimon... as fun."

"Never even broke a sweat." Sky bragged.

"Oh be quiet and eat your chicken." The girl giggled happily.

After dinner, and after most of the children had said their goodbyes to their parents, the mob of prepubescent tamers headed for their individual cabins. Fortunately one little girl, and her Renomon, had arrived early and were in the process of getting ready for bed. It was Jessie who led the others into the cabin and found Sabrina and her digimon brushing their teeth at the long troth like sink in the back of the cabin.

"Oh my, here you two are," Lopmon sighed, looking relieved. "And here I thought that I had lost a child on my first day."

"What was that," this question came from a thin man sporting a military crew cut.

"Lopmon found my two missing campers," the redhead teen called back over the heads of the children who were piling in behind her.

"Oh good," the thin man stepped up and examined the misplaced team.

While the two counselors bantered, Sabrina took the time to gage them and their digimon. The new guy must have been Donald, and on first inspection he looked military. Flat topped hair, square jaw, broad shoulders, and camo-pants. What was worse was the digimon who followed the man, a nightmarish LadyDevimon.

It took Sabrina a moment to remember that not long after her godfather, Axel, had married his Renamon, Rena, that more and more male human's were being paired with female digimon. Though the norm was still male to male pairing, not that she was going to question anyone's sexual preference.

As for Jessie, she had a resemblance to the Team Rocket Jessie that was disturbingly uncanny. The teen had a figure that most models would kill for, long legs, ample bust, grate muscle tone, and very outgoing. Yet unlike the nut from the cartoon, this one wasn't a self serving bitch.

This thought was quickly banished from her mind however when the military looking guy stepped up and glared down at her. "I'm Donald and this is my digimon, Sith," he stated gruffly, yet he couldn't hide the sparkle of mirth in his gray eyes. A smile crossed his lips as he sank to one knee. "But everyone here calls me Donny, I'll be your head counselor for your stay."

"err, hello," came her soft reply, for a moment she wanted to hide behind her Renomon. Yet Donny's smile was warm and she didn't feel the usual tickle up her spine when confronting bad people. Such was one of the gifts from Sky. With a little more courage she stepped forward and in a louder voice, "I'm Sabrina, and this is Sky."

"Nice to meet you Sabrina, you too Sky," Donny said as he stood and turned to the rest of the onlookers. "Might as well have everyone step in and get to know one another."

"Yes, yes," Sith nodded as she stepped aside. "Jessie, please usher the children in, they must meet their new cabin mate."

"Ok," the CIT chirped happily.

As the other campers and their digimon filed in, there was only one that Sabrina hoped beyond hope to see. Wouldn't you know, she would be the one of the last people to enter. Though the common room of the cabin filled quickly, she still found the room to rush up and hug the green haired girl as she joined the group. "IVY!" she squealed happily.

"Hey, you made it," Ivy giggled through the embrace. "I almost thought you might have backed out."

"Never, I've been looking forward to this for months."

"Hey there plushy," Sky knelt and bumped fists with the green ExTyrannomon who accompanied Ivy.

"What's up blue boy," the stuffed dinosaur like digimon asked.

"A two letter word indicating direction," the digi-fox smiled as he tilted his head. "But I thought you knew that already?"

"Oh stop it," a young boy moaned in disgust at the antics before his eyes. "And you two," he glanced at the girls, "Get a room why don't you."

"Kyle, you and Volt are here to," Sabrina let out a gasp before latching on to him and his robotic digimon.

"Well, it looks like she's already made a friend or two," Lopmon looked on happily.

"Now Kyle's got two girlfriends..." a girl who stood next to an Elecmon giggled.

"Oooh, cooties," piped up a boy who quickly had to duck behind his bright pink Sheepmon to keep from being swatted by said girl.

"Shut it Blake!"

"Make me Molly," he snapped back, sticking his tongue out at the girl.

"Now now, how about we all take a moment and be quiet," Jessie was all smiles, even if she had to raise her voice a little to be heard over the laughter.

In short order the cabin calmed down and introductions were made. The boy side consisted of Kyle and his tazer looking robot, Volt. Blake was Molly's older bother and his partner was the rocket pack toting Sheepmon apply named Fluff. Drake was next with his Gazimon, Slash. Josh gave a hello as his purple dragon like Monodramon named Spyro stood by. Last was Nash and his female Flamedramon, Quick.

As for the girls side, they were much more enthusiastic to meet Sabrina. Besides Ivy and Zilla, there was Molly and her giant lizard like Elecmon, Nugget. The other two were the twins Zeva and Zoe, and their gothic monsters. Zeva's Frankenstein like digimon Boltmon... apply named Adam, while Zeo had named her WereGarurumon, Lobo... both girls dressed in black, had silver hair, violet eyes and pail skin.

Zeva and Zoe reminded Sabrina of vampires. But other then Myotismon, there were no such thing as vampires... right?

Yet the twin sisters, other then being slightly disturbing, were really nice and easy to get along with.

It was Jessie's Lopmon, who name was Hoppy, that took note of the time after introductions were over and called 1 hour till lights out. Quickly everyone split up and got ready for bed... though everyone knew there would be little sleep had this night.