Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.

Flight of Fantasy

A Digimon Tamer's Story by Crazyeight

Chapter: 1/ Exposé

"What? Are you writing a book about me? Or are you in love?"

That's what she said to me back when we met in that alley. It's kind of ironic that she said that, because she hit on the truth closer then anyone else that I've ever met, because that's just how all of this started. It was all so innocent to begin with. So simple. All of my friends have done it, or at least done something similar. We all had a passion for the show, and we all added to the fandom in our own way, only it took me a while to add my own contribution. I wanted something that would be different. That would stand out from the others. Who would have thought that things would turn out the way that they would. It just all ran out of control, and before I knew it I was swept up in events that were far beyond me, far beyond even my imagination and I was always the one that my friends called 'the Dreamer'. I always had the more vivid imagination out of all my friends. Sometimes it got me into trouble, with my parents on occasion but mainly with my teacher and I try to avoid upsetting her as much as possible. As much as I enjoy a nice, quiet atmosphere, the one that comes from detention is not, to borrow a big word from my teacher here, 'conducive' to creativity.

But that's beside the point.

I've heard it said that a story could have a life of its own. I never believed in it though there were times when I did wonder about it. But how could it? They were words and images in the head, and when they weren't they were images on paper or on the television screen. How could they have the same kind of life that the real world has?

Looking back on everything now, when things ran out of control, the show did warn me that this was possible even if that was not its intention. Dreams could have a life of their own, and have an existence that went outside of their boundaries. And now they've gone beyond everything I've imagined. Beyond what they were meant to be; beyond all the notes that I made…

…And they're all after me now.

There was no way that I could have seen it coming. Nothing could have prepared me for the world that had suddenly come to life around me and swallowed me whole. And now…I'm stuck here, and I have no clue how to get out. If I could draw a doorway that could take me home I'd do that, and believe me I've tried. There's nothing that I can do now except move forward and hope that things turn out okay, but as nothing is in my control I can't depend on that. What's that old saying? 'You sow what you reap?'

"Are you writing a book about me?"

Funny how that memory keeps popping up so often now. I suppose that it's because I look at it with such irony these days. I had hoped that she held the key to getting me out. After all, in a way she was the one who had started it all. Her… And that dream I saw her in…

A/N: This is what happens when a random line from the show flits through my mind. My brain just latches onto it and starts working. Confused? Good. I am too, but I've got some ideas for this that I'm starting to hammer out. Plus I think I can make this work even though it sounds silly and stupid in my mind. For those of you who have been following my other work regularly don't take this to mean that I'm abandoning them, this is just a little something to till the soil of creativity with whenever I need a break away from some of my other fics. 'Till next time then. Later.