A/N: Written for the Digimon Flash Bingo at the Digimon Fanfiction Challenges forum, (link in profile), number 485 - prompt: "Please? For me?'

Following Tailmon

Wizarmon was not a naturally malicious digimon. At one time, he had been one detached from the rest: flying over the skies like the ground and the ones who dwelled there did not exist for him. But that was before he had fallen from ignorance, fallen into the lap of one of, he felt, the few people who would not leave him there for dead.

Because most of the world was driven by their desire to live and nothing more. Few knew compassion – and, the moment he met Tailmon, he knew she was one of the special ones.

He'd heard rumours before that, that special digimon were partnered up with human children in times of crisis. When he'd met Tailmon, he'd been sure she would one day be one of those digimon.

So it came as a surprise to him to find her, years later, building an army against the children that had come to save their world. With some probing, he found she remembered nothing of him at all, nor herself. He could see easily what had changed her; it was in every contour of her thoughts, artfully hidden but so obvious for one such as himself – and yet that was useless knowledge, unless he could find a way to change things once more.

So he begged his way in to her army: proved his strength by destroying digimon he would have passed by without a word because she needed power, and he needed to prove himself to her. He couldn't tell her the real reason of course: she'd fallen into a spiked cage and Vamdemon would drive it in to the both of them if he knew the destiny he saw for her.

But when she asked his reasons, he had to confess they were for her.