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[SCA] Future Worth Chasing
Title: Future Worth Chasing
Fandoms: DC Comics (pre-reboot) & Digimon 02 crossover (with mentions of High School Musical)
Universe: SCA
Relationships: Jason Todd / Mimi Tachikawa, mentioned Tom Bronson/Sharpay Evans
Summary: The morning after Jensen arrives in New York, Mimi learns that she and Jason have a future worth chasing.
so jay figured out that my guest is a digidestined
any chance you could ask kou to arrange a ride home?
i'd drop him off but he was insistent on using a digiport
When you received Tom's text, you were half-engrossed in your annual marathon of Witches Reign. Nothing was supposed to stop you! You'd even splurged with a hot dog from the street vendor, just so you could pretend for a moment that you were a mercenary at the infamous Balamb Garden. Of course, the world had to keep spinning, and your boyfriend couldn't be arsed to tell you that Tom's newest guest was a Digidestined?
Before you could rant at him via text, Jason sent you a string of messages:
Jason had a point. As much as you loved Tommy, he adopted people as if they were stray kittens. One day, someone was going to bite him (literally or metaphorically) if he weren't careful. While you were still kind of mad at your boyfriend, you figured you could let this one slide. He hadn't tried to ruin your WR marathon.
Without another moment to spare, you booted up your laptop and created your own Digiport. Contrary to popular belief, you knew how to make one all by yourself! While you didn't have Tom's guest's coordinates, you figured it wouldn't be hard to set up in the morning. There was no point in asking them to come now, so an early morning might be better for the little one.
You reported back to Tommy:
bring the kid around 7:30 am
I'll send him back home :) oh and i'll have breakfast!!
Jason, on the other hand, got:
still!! i like meeting new digidestined you jerk >(
i'm sure he loves you tho. you and tommy're good with kids
see you at 7:30 am! love you and good night
Jay never sent sentimental texts. Honestly, you were impressed that he still had the same number. Just before you dozed off, your phone buzzed again. You lazily opened one eye, bringing the screen closer.
You could feel your smile stretching from side to side as your fingers attempted to type out how proud you were, because see? See? Your boyfriend could totally babysit a kid or two if he wanted.
Against all odds, you had managed to deliver a semi-reasonable New York breakfast by the time the boys rolled into your apartment at 7:35 AM. Thank god they were slightly late! You had slept in late, and you really wanted this kid to experience a proper bagel before he hopped back to Gotham.
Tom insisted on helping you make scrambled eggs. "It's kind of my thing," he said, stealing the wok from you and shooing you towards the kitchen table.
The kid laughed softly, plopping down onto one of your chairs. "I'm sure she makes good eggs too."
"Not yet, kiddo," Jason said with a slight sigh. "And I can say that 'cause I've eaten them."
"You just like yours overdone," you said, wrinkling your nose. "So what's your name? Tommy and Jay said you're a Digidestined like me?"
"Um, yeah. My name's Jensen." The kid blushed, nearly burrowing his head underneath his red sweatshirt. You kind of admired the design - it was a blood red hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up and whimsical white swirls on the sleeves - and half-wondered who was smart enough to make it. His clothes fit well, too: while his sweatshirt was loose, it certainly wasn't baggy. Same went for his black denim jeans and his very well-kept Converses.
Problem was, you couldn't see his Digivice, nor had he brought his Digimon over with him. Jason and Tom wouldn't lie about something this important, so what exactly prompted them to think so?
"He has a crest, Meems," Jason said, reaching for a bagel and smearing cream cheese all over it. "I know you. I couldn't find his Digivice either."
A replica of a crest, maybe. You'd given yours up over ten years ago. Before you could correct Jason, Jensen gawked at you both.
"Really? It's right here." Jensen pulled out a thin necklace, holding it up to you. All you saw was some futuristic USB drive. Where was the sleeker model that usually accompanied the newer kids?
"That?" Jason asked, pointing to the USB drive. "It looks tiny."
Jensen shrugged. "I guess tech gets smaller over time, 'cause your phones are super bulky."
They were?
Before you could ask, Tom explained, "Jensen's from the future."
"He is?"
If you weren't already sitting down, you would've needed a chair. Absolutely nothing was making sense anymore. You knew about metahumans and witches and other strange creatures, thanks to Tom and Jason, but children from the future? That was some Sailor Moon realness right there. Last you checked, you weren't the reincarnation of a Moon Princess. (You hoped.)
Jensen's face turned redder than his sweatshirt. "Yeah. My Digiport home malfunctioned that badly."
This was so out of your comfort zone. You couldn't create a Digiport that would transport Jensen back to his proper time period; heck, yours were minimally functional. You checked your phone's clock. Okay, it wasn't a weird hour in Japan. You could call Koushiro-kun and see if he could direct you in this. You could handle this! Thank God all of the boys you had ever loved - Jason included - knew how to code, because you sure didn't.
"You need some extra help with that Digport?" Tom said idly, watching the three of you as he set a plate of scrambled eggs down. "If Kou's busy, I mean."
"I don't know if he is, but I don't think I can do it on my own," you responded cautiously, gauging Jensen for a reaction.
He merely reached over for a bagel and smeared cream cheese over it, in exactly the same manner that Jason had. The more you watched him and Jason, the more similar their mannerisms seemed, until the lines blurred altogether. Jensen wasn't quite Jason's mirror - he kicked the edge of his seat differently - but you could see the relation clear as day.
"Sooo... is he your kid?" You twiddled your thumbs nervously.
Jason gawked at you, just as Tom nearly choked on his cup of tea.
"Wh-what? He's yours?" Tom sputtered, going ahead and pouring himself another cup.
"Don't think I could raise a kid, Bronson?" Jason's voice sounded too confident for your comfort - and judging from the silent look Tom gave you, he agreed.
Your Jaybird masked his terror with bravado, puffing out his chest and ruffling his feathers before he would ever admit his fears. His silence spoke more than his empty threats. No wonder he had sent you that text last night. If Jensen was his, then he hadn't royally screwed up fatherhood.
You remembered something Tom had said offhandedly, when you were in high school ("silence speaks more than empty words"). You would've wondered why you remembered it then and there, but Jason's trembling fingers had spoken loudly enough for him.
Right now, he didn't want children. Not because he couldn't get along with them - his friend's daughter Lian was enough proof - but because some small part of him believed that he'd screw it up. You couldn't reassure that portion of his brain. You tried repeatedly, again and again, but almost nothing got through to him.
Tom spoke first, after a stifling silence that even Jensen noticed. "That's not what I meant, and you know it." He didn't even sound angry - just exhausted. "I'm glad he's your son. Really."
"You wouldn't be Uncle Tom if you weren't," Jensen agreed quickly, reaching over for Jason's hand and wrapping his fingers around his father's.
Jason stared down at their intertwined hands, his brow furrowing and wrinkles on his forehead forming as he squirmed slightly in his seat. When either you or Tom practically invaded his private space, Jason shoved you back out. With Jensen, he just sat there, mouth open but no words leaving his lips.
After a couple of seconds, he managed a laugh. "So... Do I get to ask who your mom is?"
"I can't actually say, because it'll screw up the time stream." Jensen shrugged helplessly. "Though like you said, you're a Bat. You've figured it out already. I think."
You weren't quite a detective like Jason, nor were you a hero like Tom. You weren't trained to notice the little details like body language and verbal cues. You noticed their accessories - the gunblade necklace Tom loved, the ring you'd given Jason for his birthday - far more than you noticed their verbal tics.
However, Jensen's hair was a lighter brown than Jason's natural black, and slightly darker than your own. The second Palmon walked through the door, Jensen rose to his feet and nearly bowled over your poor partner. From how gently he held your partner, carefully helping her to her feet, Jensen clearly loved her. You weren't a detective, but it really didn't take one to figure out that you were Jensen's mom.
You kind of liked that feeling, of knowing how your relationship with this crazy asshole of a superhero worked out. Most people jumped blindly into a relationship, not even knowing if it would all pan out. Jay had been your childhood friend, but his motivations had changed so drastically that you struggled to find him sometimes. Plus, as Tom had once egregiously reminded you, there were fifty-one other Earths. Just because it worked out well for Jensen in his world didn't ensure you a happy ending. You still had to earn yours fair and square.
"Uh-huh." Jay sighed, finishing off his bagel. "That's what they always say. I'm pretty sure the time stream's working overtime to fix everyone's mistakes, Jenbear."
"Jenbear." Jensen stared at him disbelievingly. "What happened to kiddo?"
"You're my kid. You don't get lame nicknames." Jason leaned over and ruffled Jensen's hair, affectionately pulling him over for a hug.
"Because Jenbear isn't any lamer than kiddo," Jensen protested in vain, squirming just a bit as he was pulled in for that hug. You giggled, not bothering to muffle your laughter as you watched them.
"Mooooooom!" Jensen pouted, dramatically blowing his bangs out of his face.
Jason gave his kid a pointed look. "Okay, you didn't even try that time."
Tom shook his head as he finished off his tea. "Once you said you were Jay's kid, the pieces kinda fell into place."
"Your mom and I are still madly, passionately in love, right?" Jay's tone was light, but he wasn't fooling anyone. You had your own doubts - about if you two could really make it, because your life goals differed so drastically - but you didn't dare to vocalize them.
Jay approached relationships differently than you: that is, he didn't. You had had more long-term relationships, between Tom in high school, Michael for a year or two, and Koushiro-kun more recently, and okay, maybe you had thought about Justin Russo before realizing he was taken. You had a type! You liked the nerds! On the surface, Jaybird didn't fit that criteria. Only when he played D&D with Tom or when he fixed Maxine's hard-drive did his love for technology shine, and he could rattle off sports statistics like no one's business.
So no matter how much you pushed those doubts away, they lingered on the surface. Jensen was living, breathing proof that you two loved each other enough to start a family.
Jensen furrowed his brow, staring down at his bagel and adding more smoked salmon to it. "Yeah. Why wouldn't you two be?"
Palmon nodded in agreement, reaching over for a bagel and inhaling it whole. "If you didn't love each other, you wouldn't be dating, right, Mimi?"
"I guess so," you said, mulling over what you had just learned.
"You guess?" Jason pouted. "Come on, I expected a bit more enthusiasm here."
Palmon and Tom exchanged knowing glances. Jensen's shoulders sagged as he all but collapsed onto the floor. You could practically feel the embarrassment radiating from the poor kid's beet-red face.
Before awkward silence threatened to take over, you said, "Give him a break, Jay. I'm sure he misses his parents."
Rising to your feet, you grabbed your laptop and sent Koushiro a message on Facebook (because you clearly saw him online). "Don't worry, we'll get you home as soon as we can."
"That's not what I'm worried about," Jensen murmured.
You pretended to ignore him, because you didn't want to know what he meant by that. You and Jason had dozens of kinks to work out - and not in the fun way. That was no secret. Tom couldn't judge, because he was dating freaking Sharpay Evans, but even 'Tompay' had worked a formal compromise.
You couldn't even get Jason to move in with you. He had always scoffed at the idea, gesturing to his guns, while you just wished that he had a safer home base than some building owned by a shadow corporation.
Thankfully, Koushiro-kun sent you a message in response, carefully navigating a Digiport that would cross the time stream.
It's not the best, he had admitted in Japanese, But it'll do for now. Tell Thomas-san and Jason-san I said hi!
Breathing a sigh of relief, you followed his instructions to a T, leaving no room for error. Jensen needed his parents, just as you needed to seriously talk to Jason about a potential future.
Jensen had gestured towards a newspaper, asking Uncle Tom to explain the current show 'Aunt Sharpay' was in. While they were distracted, Jason leaned over your shoulder with a steaming mug of coffee.
"He knew how to transport the kid in time?" Jason whistled softly. "Man, I'm surprised Izumi's not a household name yet."
"Only 'cause he doesn't want to be," you said, rolling your eyes slightly as you typed in the last bit of code. "Jensen, gimme your Digivice? We need to calibrate the Port."
Jensen nodded, holding out his USB device / Digiport and allowing you to hold it to the webcam. A bright light radiated from your screen, before dispersing into the room.
"I... think it's ready," you said, biting your lower lip as you inspected the screen.
Jason glanced down at his - your - son. "You good to go?"
"Yeah." Jensen reached for his Digivice and kissed both of you on the cheek. You both froze at the gesture, at how he didn't even blink before he said, "I'll see you in twelve years!" and just disappeared into the datastream.
Once the Digiport collapsed, Tom was the first to break the silence by saying, "So... uh... how do we know it worked?"
"I guess we'll find out in twelve years," Jason said slowly, staring at the blank screen.
You nodded in agreement. "I wonder how badly he'll be grounded."
"For breaking the time stream? That's a solid time-out."
You rolled your eyes. "Jayyyy, he's ten, not four. I think that's more like no internet for a week."
Palmon giggled, just as Tom stifled a laugh. Okay, so maybe you weren't quite on the same page when it came to parenting, and maybe you would've liked a little bit more time with your (quiet) kid from the future---
Before you could let your shoulder sag with relief, a message briefly flashed across your screen.
Thanks for sending me home!!! :) If Mom & Dad give me permission, I'll come and visit soon.
With love,
Jensen
Jason and you exchanged nervous glances, before you managed to say, "You know, most parents work out visitation rights after their kid's born."
Fandoms: DC Comics (pre-reboot) & Digimon 02 crossover (with mentions of High School Musical)
Universe: SCA
Relationships: Jason Todd / Mimi Tachikawa, mentioned Tom Bronson/Sharpay Evans
Summary: The morning after Jensen arrives in New York, Mimi learns that she and Jason have a future worth chasing.
so jay figured out that my guest is a digidestined
any chance you could ask kou to arrange a ride home?
i'd drop him off but he was insistent on using a digiport
When you received Tom's text, you were half-engrossed in your annual marathon of Witches Reign. Nothing was supposed to stop you! You'd even splurged with a hot dog from the street vendor, just so you could pretend for a moment that you were a mercenary at the infamous Balamb Garden. Of course, the world had to keep spinning, and your boyfriend couldn't be arsed to tell you that Tom's newest guest was a Digidestined?
Before you could rant at him via text, Jason sent you a string of messages:
sorry i didn't bring it up. didn't want to worry you
tom has always has weird guests over. i thought this one was from tutoring
Jason had a point. As much as you loved Tommy, he adopted people as if they were stray kittens. One day, someone was going to bite him (literally or metaphorically) if he weren't careful. While you were still kind of mad at your boyfriend, you figured you could let this one slide. He hadn't tried to ruin your WR marathon.
Without another moment to spare, you booted up your laptop and created your own Digiport. Contrary to popular belief, you knew how to make one all by yourself! While you didn't have Tom's guest's coordinates, you figured it wouldn't be hard to set up in the morning. There was no point in asking them to come now, so an early morning might be better for the little one.
You reported back to Tommy:
bring the kid around 7:30 am
I'll send him back home :) oh and i'll have breakfast!!
Jason, on the other hand, got:
still!! i like meeting new digidestined you jerk >(
i'm sure he loves you tho. you and tommy're good with kids
see you at 7:30 am! love you and good night
i doubt it. kids hate my guts
ugh i guess i'll see you then. night, mimi.
Jay never sent sentimental texts. Honestly, you were impressed that he still had the same number. Just before you dozed off, your phone buzzed again. You lazily opened one eye, bringing the screen closer.
maybe you're right, meems. i don't suck at babysitting.
You could feel your smile stretching from side to side as your fingers attempted to type out how proud you were, because see? See? Your boyfriend could totally babysit a kid or two if he wanted.
Against all odds, you had managed to deliver a semi-reasonable New York breakfast by the time the boys rolled into your apartment at 7:35 AM. Thank god they were slightly late! You had slept in late, and you really wanted this kid to experience a proper bagel before he hopped back to Gotham.
Tom insisted on helping you make scrambled eggs. "It's kind of my thing," he said, stealing the wok from you and shooing you towards the kitchen table.
The kid laughed softly, plopping down onto one of your chairs. "I'm sure she makes good eggs too."
"Not yet, kiddo," Jason said with a slight sigh. "And I can say that 'cause I've eaten them."
"You just like yours overdone," you said, wrinkling your nose. "So what's your name? Tommy and Jay said you're a Digidestined like me?"
"Um, yeah. My name's Jensen." The kid blushed, nearly burrowing his head underneath his red sweatshirt. You kind of admired the design - it was a blood red hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up and whimsical white swirls on the sleeves - and half-wondered who was smart enough to make it. His clothes fit well, too: while his sweatshirt was loose, it certainly wasn't baggy. Same went for his black denim jeans and his very well-kept Converses.
Problem was, you couldn't see his Digivice, nor had he brought his Digimon over with him. Jason and Tom wouldn't lie about something this important, so what exactly prompted them to think so?
"He has a crest, Meems," Jason said, reaching for a bagel and smearing cream cheese all over it. "I know you. I couldn't find his Digivice either."
A replica of a crest, maybe. You'd given yours up over ten years ago. Before you could correct Jason, Jensen gawked at you both.
"Really? It's right here." Jensen pulled out a thin necklace, holding it up to you. All you saw was some futuristic USB drive. Where was the sleeker model that usually accompanied the newer kids?
"That?" Jason asked, pointing to the USB drive. "It looks tiny."
Jensen shrugged. "I guess tech gets smaller over time, 'cause your phones are super bulky."
They were?
Before you could ask, Tom explained, "Jensen's from the future."
"He is?"
If you weren't already sitting down, you would've needed a chair. Absolutely nothing was making sense anymore. You knew about metahumans and witches and other strange creatures, thanks to Tom and Jason, but children from the future? That was some Sailor Moon realness right there. Last you checked, you weren't the reincarnation of a Moon Princess. (You hoped.)
Jensen's face turned redder than his sweatshirt. "Yeah. My Digiport home malfunctioned that badly."
This was so out of your comfort zone. You couldn't create a Digiport that would transport Jensen back to his proper time period; heck, yours were minimally functional. You checked your phone's clock. Okay, it wasn't a weird hour in Japan. You could call Koushiro-kun and see if he could direct you in this. You could handle this! Thank God all of the boys you had ever loved - Jason included - knew how to code, because you sure didn't.
"You need some extra help with that Digport?" Tom said idly, watching the three of you as he set a plate of scrambled eggs down. "If Kou's busy, I mean."
"I don't know if he is, but I don't think I can do it on my own," you responded cautiously, gauging Jensen for a reaction.
He merely reached over for a bagel and smeared cream cheese over it, in exactly the same manner that Jason had. The more you watched him and Jason, the more similar their mannerisms seemed, until the lines blurred altogether. Jensen wasn't quite Jason's mirror - he kicked the edge of his seat differently - but you could see the relation clear as day.
"Sooo... is he your kid?" You twiddled your thumbs nervously.
Jason gawked at you, just as Tom nearly choked on his cup of tea.
"Wh-what? He's yours?" Tom sputtered, going ahead and pouring himself another cup.
"Don't think I could raise a kid, Bronson?" Jason's voice sounded too confident for your comfort - and judging from the silent look Tom gave you, he agreed.
Your Jaybird masked his terror with bravado, puffing out his chest and ruffling his feathers before he would ever admit his fears. His silence spoke more than his empty threats. No wonder he had sent you that text last night. If Jensen was his, then he hadn't royally screwed up fatherhood.
You remembered something Tom had said offhandedly, when you were in high school ("silence speaks more than empty words"). You would've wondered why you remembered it then and there, but Jason's trembling fingers had spoken loudly enough for him.
Right now, he didn't want children. Not because he couldn't get along with them - his friend's daughter Lian was enough proof - but because some small part of him believed that he'd screw it up. You couldn't reassure that portion of his brain. You tried repeatedly, again and again, but almost nothing got through to him.
Tom spoke first, after a stifling silence that even Jensen noticed. "That's not what I meant, and you know it." He didn't even sound angry - just exhausted. "I'm glad he's your son. Really."
"You wouldn't be Uncle Tom if you weren't," Jensen agreed quickly, reaching over for Jason's hand and wrapping his fingers around his father's.
Jason stared down at their intertwined hands, his brow furrowing and wrinkles on his forehead forming as he squirmed slightly in his seat. When either you or Tom practically invaded his private space, Jason shoved you back out. With Jensen, he just sat there, mouth open but no words leaving his lips.
After a couple of seconds, he managed a laugh. "So... Do I get to ask who your mom is?"
"I can't actually say, because it'll screw up the time stream." Jensen shrugged helplessly. "Though like you said, you're a Bat. You've figured it out already. I think."
You weren't quite a detective like Jason, nor were you a hero like Tom. You weren't trained to notice the little details like body language and verbal cues. You noticed their accessories - the gunblade necklace Tom loved, the ring you'd given Jason for his birthday - far more than you noticed their verbal tics.
However, Jensen's hair was a lighter brown than Jason's natural black, and slightly darker than your own. The second Palmon walked through the door, Jensen rose to his feet and nearly bowled over your poor partner. From how gently he held your partner, carefully helping her to her feet, Jensen clearly loved her. You weren't a detective, but it really didn't take one to figure out that you were Jensen's mom.
You kind of liked that feeling, of knowing how your relationship with this crazy asshole of a superhero worked out. Most people jumped blindly into a relationship, not even knowing if it would all pan out. Jay had been your childhood friend, but his motivations had changed so drastically that you struggled to find him sometimes. Plus, as Tom had once egregiously reminded you, there were fifty-one other Earths. Just because it worked out well for Jensen in his world didn't ensure you a happy ending. You still had to earn yours fair and square.
"Uh-huh." Jay sighed, finishing off his bagel. "That's what they always say. I'm pretty sure the time stream's working overtime to fix everyone's mistakes, Jenbear."
"Jenbear." Jensen stared at him disbelievingly. "What happened to kiddo?"
"You're my kid. You don't get lame nicknames." Jason leaned over and ruffled Jensen's hair, affectionately pulling him over for a hug.
"Because Jenbear isn't any lamer than kiddo," Jensen protested in vain, squirming just a bit as he was pulled in for that hug. You giggled, not bothering to muffle your laughter as you watched them.
"Mooooooom!" Jensen pouted, dramatically blowing his bangs out of his face.
Jason gave his kid a pointed look. "Okay, you didn't even try that time."
Tom shook his head as he finished off his tea. "Once you said you were Jay's kid, the pieces kinda fell into place."
"Your mom and I are still madly, passionately in love, right?" Jay's tone was light, but he wasn't fooling anyone. You had your own doubts - about if you two could really make it, because your life goals differed so drastically - but you didn't dare to vocalize them.
Jay approached relationships differently than you: that is, he didn't. You had had more long-term relationships, between Tom in high school, Michael for a year or two, and Koushiro-kun more recently, and okay, maybe you had thought about Justin Russo before realizing he was taken. You had a type! You liked the nerds! On the surface, Jaybird didn't fit that criteria. Only when he played D&D with Tom or when he fixed Maxine's hard-drive did his love for technology shine, and he could rattle off sports statistics like no one's business.
So no matter how much you pushed those doubts away, they lingered on the surface. Jensen was living, breathing proof that you two loved each other enough to start a family.
Jensen furrowed his brow, staring down at his bagel and adding more smoked salmon to it. "Yeah. Why wouldn't you two be?"
Palmon nodded in agreement, reaching over for a bagel and inhaling it whole. "If you didn't love each other, you wouldn't be dating, right, Mimi?"
"I guess so," you said, mulling over what you had just learned.
"You guess?" Jason pouted. "Come on, I expected a bit more enthusiasm here."
Palmon and Tom exchanged knowing glances. Jensen's shoulders sagged as he all but collapsed onto the floor. You could practically feel the embarrassment radiating from the poor kid's beet-red face.
Before awkward silence threatened to take over, you said, "Give him a break, Jay. I'm sure he misses his parents."
Rising to your feet, you grabbed your laptop and sent Koushiro a message on Facebook (because you clearly saw him online). "Don't worry, we'll get you home as soon as we can."
"That's not what I'm worried about," Jensen murmured.
You pretended to ignore him, because you didn't want to know what he meant by that. You and Jason had dozens of kinks to work out - and not in the fun way. That was no secret. Tom couldn't judge, because he was dating freaking Sharpay Evans, but even 'Tompay' had worked a formal compromise.
You couldn't even get Jason to move in with you. He had always scoffed at the idea, gesturing to his guns, while you just wished that he had a safer home base than some building owned by a shadow corporation.
Thankfully, Koushiro-kun sent you a message in response, carefully navigating a Digiport that would cross the time stream.
It's not the best, he had admitted in Japanese, But it'll do for now. Tell Thomas-san and Jason-san I said hi!
Breathing a sigh of relief, you followed his instructions to a T, leaving no room for error. Jensen needed his parents, just as you needed to seriously talk to Jason about a potential future.
Jensen had gestured towards a newspaper, asking Uncle Tom to explain the current show 'Aunt Sharpay' was in. While they were distracted, Jason leaned over your shoulder with a steaming mug of coffee.
"He knew how to transport the kid in time?" Jason whistled softly. "Man, I'm surprised Izumi's not a household name yet."
"Only 'cause he doesn't want to be," you said, rolling your eyes slightly as you typed in the last bit of code. "Jensen, gimme your Digivice? We need to calibrate the Port."
Jensen nodded, holding out his USB device / Digiport and allowing you to hold it to the webcam. A bright light radiated from your screen, before dispersing into the room.
"I... think it's ready," you said, biting your lower lip as you inspected the screen.
Jason glanced down at his - your - son. "You good to go?"
"Yeah." Jensen reached for his Digivice and kissed both of you on the cheek. You both froze at the gesture, at how he didn't even blink before he said, "I'll see you in twelve years!" and just disappeared into the datastream.
Once the Digiport collapsed, Tom was the first to break the silence by saying, "So... uh... how do we know it worked?"
"I guess we'll find out in twelve years," Jason said slowly, staring at the blank screen.
You nodded in agreement. "I wonder how badly he'll be grounded."
"For breaking the time stream? That's a solid time-out."
You rolled your eyes. "Jayyyy, he's ten, not four. I think that's more like no internet for a week."
Palmon giggled, just as Tom stifled a laugh. Okay, so maybe you weren't quite on the same page when it came to parenting, and maybe you would've liked a little bit more time with your (quiet) kid from the future---
Before you could let your shoulder sag with relief, a message briefly flashed across your screen.
Thanks for sending me home!!! :) If Mom & Dad give me permission, I'll come and visit soon.
With love,
Jensen
Jason and you exchanged nervous glances, before you managed to say, "You know, most parents work out visitation rights after their kid's born."