Here is Chapter Ten of QueenGatomon's Private Challenge Slavery.

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.

It was settled. Jim, June, Momoe, and Chizuru were going to the Digital World since only they could open a port. They gathered around Izzy's laptop in the Activity Room on the hospital's Pediatrics Ward.

"I pinpointed the location of Daemon's work camp," Izzy explained, showing them a black area on the map. "You should be able to enter near—what the?"

Everyone watched in amazement as the little black squares began rapidly disappearing.

"Something's happening!" Mimi gasped.

"You guys better get over there," Tai said urgently, not bothering to keep his voice down, although there was a group of little kids in pajamas putting a huge puzzle together a few feet away.

"Okay," Jim said, taking his team aside. "This is it," he insisted. "We have to be prepared to fight whatever is waiting for us there."

Chizuru glanced at her little sister Yolei, knowing that she had to give it her best shot. If Yolei could defeat monsters like MaloMyotismon—she could too. Yolei's Digimon, and those of the others, depended on them.

"We can do it, Jim," Momoe voiced what Chizuru couldn't find words to say, and Chizuru grinned at her older sister.

"But I'm scared," June said quietly. "What if we fail without the others' help?"

Jim thought for a moment. His gaze drifted to Matt, who was slumped in a chair looking drained and sad.

"Do it for Matt, June," Jim insisted, knowing full well their history together, and thinking that maybe, this was the time for them to set aside their past. "He needs you."

June looked surprised. "Matt—really?" she stuttered.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking, June," Jim said, taking both of her hands in his. "You and Matt never got the chance to see each other for who you really are. And nobody ever knows how much time they have," he said this last part in a low voice, hoping that T.K. wouldn't hear. "I love you, but Matt needs you more."

"Oh, Jim…" June's eyes filled with tears.

"Go to him," Jim insisted, giving her a gentle push in Matt's direction.

June walked over to Matt, hesitant at first, but when he saw her coming, Matt actually smiled. "I…I'll do my best, Matt," June began, but Matt stood up and did something she didn't expect.

He hugged her.

"I know you will," he whispered, tears sliding down his cheeks.

They stayed there for what seemed like an eternity, clinging to one another, both knowing they had found the solace they were searching for.

"Time to go," Izzy said finally.

Jim stood in front of the computer, the girls beside him. He raised his Digivice. "Digiport Open!" The four of them were sucked through the portal, and those left behind had nothing to do but wait.


Gatomon and Gabumon were relieved to find the Night Forest unoccupied by Dragomon and Daemon's armies. They walked down a small dirt path scattered with a variety of flowers, the sun just barely peeking through the thick canopy of foliage above them.

"Did Hawkmon say what this flower looked like?" Gabumon wondered, gently shifting Patamon on his back.

"It was gold with red tips," Gatomon explained, jogging her memory for Hawkmon's description.

"Okay," Gabumon nodded, gazing around at their surroundings. He walked through a pile of dried leaves, and a loud yelp caused both him and Gatomon to jump backward as an Otamamon leapt from the pile, looking just as startled as they were.

"Oh!" the little Otamamon gasped. "I thought you were one of them." Gabumon and Gatomon didn't have to ask to know what she was talking about.

"Trust me, we're not the enemy," Gatomon smiled. "We thought everyone was captured…"

"The Undersea Master doesn't know where we've been hiding," the Otamamon said, signaling with her fin, and more Otamamon and Gekomon emerged from the trees, along with Elecmon from Primary Village, and a small troop of Baby Digimon.

Gabumon stared at them all, his mouth handing open in shock.

"We need your help," Gatomon insisted, glancing worriedly at Patamon. "My friend is sick with the X Factor Virus," she explained, choking up. "We're looking for a flower that can cure him."

"You need the Golden Nightshade," the friendly Otamamon said. "Elecmon knows where there's a crop nearby!"

"I'll get it right away," Elecmon took off into the trees. He cared deeply for Patamon, ever since he had landed in Primary Village with T.K. all those years ago.

"Play with us! Play with us!" a group of babies, Punimon, Poyomon, Botamon, and Nyokimon, bounced around Gabumon as he laid Patamon in the grass.

Gabumon blushed. "Okay," he said, and ran with them to play tag.

Gatomon laughed for the first time in weeks, watching her friend, and the future Digimon of the Digital World, play a simple game of tag, the babies apparently winning. She was stroking Patamon's ears, damp from the fever, when Elecmon returned with the flower, ground to a paste in a wooden bowl. Gatomon tilted Patamon's head up while Elecmon fed him the antidote.

Elecmon said that the antidote took only a few hours to take effect, but the waiting seemed like ages to Gatomon, who held onto Patamon the entire time while the antidote worked through his body. Slowly, his breathing improved, and his fever broke. Finally, Patamon's eyes fluttered open, the color returning to his face.

"…I missed you, Gato," Patamon murmured tiredly, smiling.

Gatomon began to cry. He was back.