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Apple Sauce

Apple Sauce: Baloney, Nonsense [Slang, Informal; Early 20th century]

Summary: A collection of drabbles, oneshots, etc dedicated solely to Impmon/Beelzemon and Jeri. Because there seriously isn't enough fic for them out there, and that makes me a sad panda. And if you're wondering about the title, it's basically an homage to Derek Stephen Prince's portrayal of the little terror. Every time Impmon opens his mouth it's like Digimon meets Bugsy Malone XD

[i. Special Delivery: A quick oneshot set in the immediate aftermath of the Digimon's return to the real world, post-series; referencing and inspired by the Tamers Drama CD: Message in a Packet. Somebody has a quick stop-off to make on his way home ...]

i. Special Delivery

It was a blustery evening in late October when a visitor called by the restaurant after hours, claiming to have a package for a Miss Jeri Katou. He was roughly eight and a half feet tall and had interesting taste in headgear.

Her face white above her chequered pyjamas, Jeri had stumbled out the door before her father had a chance to slam it shut and alert the police, or maybe the military. Speechless, he and his wife could only watch as the behemoth handed off a nondescript cardboard box, his demeanour an almost comically polite contrast to his initial bravado.

Complimenting this exchange there was a brief and equally befuddling conversation; something about a delay, computer jargon, some sort of boat ("Ark?") ride, and there was somebody who'd worn themselves out apparently - although that could have been a joke, because Jeri peered into the box and laughed, breathlessly. After that the stranger turned to make his exit, but the little girl stopped him just long enough to ask about a letter or a message of some sort, and whether it had gotten wherever it was supposed to go. Red-faced and suddenly tongue tied, the visitor mumbled that it had, and something else that may have been a thank you, but she only smiled.

And then he was off, his great dark wings rattling the wind chimes on the porch, and Jeri went back inside, and there was a ball of snoozing white fuzz in the box, and that night, for once, she slept undisturbed.

- fin -

A/N: Message in a Packet, the CD Drama set one year after the series finale, can be found here (just remove the spaces): http : // onkei-kun . livejournal . com / 20268 . html