Disclaimer: I do not own Tron. Disney does.

Tron lay on the grass outside the house Sam had bought just after Tron and Risie had left the Grid. Risie lay perpendicular to his feet. They had been sparring all morning. Risie wore a blue tank top and black shorts and Tron wore a pair of black workout pants. They had decided to lie on the grass and let the afternoon sun soak through their sweat covered bodies. Both were breathing hard and smiling. It had been two weeks since they had left the Grid. Neither of them were quite sure what they should be doing, so when Sam and Quorra were at ENCOM meetings, Tron and Risie sparred in the back yard. Tron sat up on one elbow and reached for the plate of sandwiches on the blanket beside them.

The plate was empty.

Risie was licking the peanut butter from her fingers. She had discovered her love of peanut butter in their first days and so Tron and Risie usually ate peanut butter sandwiches after a sparring match. Sam had said it was a strange choice, but Risie liked it and Tron had no objections. She was smiling now, watching the clouds as they lazily passed overhead. Tron wasn't sure what she liked about watching the clouds in the afternoon, but it brought a smile to her face. She would tell him the different shapes they made. He would follow her eyes, but still only saw them as abstract shapes of vapor in the sky.

"What time will the others be home?" Tron said.

"After dark," Risie said, "Sam said the meeting was only one of many things to do today. He said something about him and Quorra going out somewhere."

Risie sat up on one elbow and her eyes met Tron's. Sweat from their sparring match caused her brown hair to stick to her face. She had changed the moment they had left the Grid. The white hair coming from her temples was gone, as well as the scar that had lined her face for so many cycles. The only mark she still had was what looked like an old white scar on her back, in the same place that the logo on her armor had been. All of Tron's unique marks were gone as well. No one would suspect that they weren't Users, but programs.

"So what's the plan for the day?" Risie said.

"You said you wanted to go to the beach today," Tron said.

Risie said, "Did you and Sam finish the bikes yet?"

This time, Tron did smile. Sam had been able to purchase some motorcycles, but they needed a little work before they could be used. Sam stayed up late into the night teaching Tron how to fix a motorcycle. Sam had also taught Tron and Risie how to ride one.

"Finished last night," Tron said, "you want to try them out?"

She jumped to her feet. By the time Tron joined her inside the house, she had changed her clothes. She was wearing one of Sam's old outfits, similar to the one he had worn the first time he had come to the Grid. Quorra had tried to get Risie to wear something made for a girl, but Risie complained about the material and so Sam had donated one of his older outfits. Tron changed as well, grabbing two helmets on their way out to the garage. Two black motorcycles sat waiting for them. Neither spoke as they started riding down the road towards the beach just outside the city.

They arrived at the beach soon after, but decided that they were having more fun riding. They continued down the road, letting the wind echo in their ears. Neither would admit to the other how much they missed the Grid. Even if it was far from perfect, it was the only life they had ever known. Sam had gotten the motorcycles because of their similarity to Lightcycles. It was something familiar in a world that was very new.

The sun was setting by the time they stopped. Somehow they had made their way to Flynn's Arcade in the city. It was under this building that Flynn had built the Grid. This was where Sam still accessed the Grid and it was the first place Quorra, Risie and Tron had seen when they entered the "Real World".

"I wonder how the reboot is coming along," Risie said quietly.

Tron was thinking the same thing, but had no answer. A voice behind them made Risie jump. A hand went to her back, trying to find a non-existent disk. Tron chuckled as he turned around.

"Hello, Sam," Tron said, "I thought you were busy tonight."

"I had a surprise for you two, but I didn't expect to see you here," he said, "Do you want to see?"

"What is it?" Risie asked.

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you," Sam said, "come on in."

Tron and Risie left their motorcycles outside and followed Sam inside the arcade. The first thing Risie noticed was the noise. All of the games were on and the chaos of all the different sounds made her flinch. Tron only shook his head. Sam led them up a set of stairs to an office where Quorra sat. An older man sat next to her.

Tron had never met the older man, but knew who he was instantly. After all, Tron looked exactly like his User had over twenty years previous. Alan's hair was lighter and he wore glasses, but otherwise matched Tron in every way. Tron stopped in the doorway when he saw Alan. Risie grabbed his elbow.

"That's him isn't it?" Risie asked, "Alan1? He looks just like you, but he's different."

Tron went to speak, but only a small squeaking sound came out.

"Quorra," Sam said with a big grin, "look who I found outside."

"Tron! Risie!" Quorra said with excitement, "you're just in time!"

"Tron?" Alan turned to the doorway.

Tron's eyes met Alan's own. Program and User were frozen for a long time before either responded. Alan approached Tron and wrapped the former security program in a big hug. Alan grabbed Tron's shoulders and looked him up and down.

"I never thought it was possible," Alan said, "I mean, I knew what happened to Kevin when he first met you, but I thought it was a one-time thing. He told me you were on his new Grid, but I never thought I'd get to…well…see you again."

Tron was still perfectly still. Tears were forming in his eyes.

"What is it, Tron?" Risie asked with concern, "are you hurt?"

"I never thought I would ever hear from you," Tron finally said, "Flynn told me that there wasn't a way for anyone else to come into the system."

"Is this the surprise?" Risie turned to Sam.

"Sort of," Sam said, "Alan was going to come over for dinner tomorrow, but he has to go out of town tomorrow. I was trying to figure out how to get them together before he left."

"The big surprise is the arcade," Quorra said, "we're going to be reopening it tomorrow before Alan leaves."

Risie walked to the office window overlooking the games below. Sam had let her play a few when he was here working on rebooting the Grid below. She was hooked ever since.

"Yes, Risie," Sam said, "you can have first play."

Risie's eyes went wide. She squealed in delight and stared downstairs for a while. She didn't notice how quiet everyone else was until she turned around. Tron and Alan were gone, along with Sam. Only Quorra had stayed behind.

"Something tells me that's not all," Risie said.

"There is something else," Quorra said.

She motioned to the couch and Risie sat beside her.

"The reboot isn't going well," Quorra said, "Clu corrupted too much. We just now got everything shut down and it's going to take weeks to get all the programs back online. It may be months before you two can go back to the Grid, if ever."

"You mean this may be our world now?" Risie asked.

"I'm afraid so," Quorra said, "I cried for hours when Sam told me. Sam wants to be the one to tell Tron. I wanted to tell you, since we've known each other a long time."

"Is there any hope that it will all work?" Risie asked hopefully.

Quorra looked at Risie carefully. Risie had become a serious security program again. Quorra put a hand on Risie's shoulders and pulled her close. Risie burst into tears, letting her serious demeanor shatter. She had been homesick for days and the idea of never going back to the Grid frightened her. There, she was always sure of herself and what she could do. Here, in the "Real World", things weren't so simple.

Downstairs, Tron was getting a similar conversation.

Tron took it all with a straight face. Sam could see in Tron's eyes the sadness and pain Tron felt. Sam went back to the basement to work on the Grid while Alan sat with Tron outside the arcade.

"I'm sorry," Alan said, "Sam told me that was your home."

"It was…it is," Tron said, "I worry about the programs I was supposed to protect. I should not have left them."

"They'll be fine," Alan said, "if there's anything I know is that people, and programs, can always surprise you."

"How do you know that, Alan?" Tron asked.

"Well, you're here, aren't you?" Alan said with a smile.

A smile crept on Tron's face. He soon found he could relax with Alan, tell him what he thought. Tron often wondered what Flynn meant when he described himself as a father. Tron had still wondered what Sam's status as Flynn's son was, but now it made more sense. For what it was worth, Alan was Tron's father. After talking for a while, Tron finally asked the question most on his mind.

"What happened to the old system?" he said.

Alan shook his head. "It's scattered. Most of the programs were divided up when we started expanding. They're all on the main server, Kevin made sure of that. You miss them?"

"Sometimes," Tron said, "mostly Yori."

"Lora's program," Alan said, "Kevin took a lot of steps to ensure that program was kept just the way it was. She's still in the system somewhere. I'm not sure where she ended up, but it was someplace only Kevin could delete things from."

Tron's eyes lit up, but Alan shook his head.

"I can't get into that system anymore, Tron," Alan said, "you'd need Kevin, and Sam tells me that's going to be difficult."

Tron let out a long sigh. It really was time to let the old system go. He had mostly put it behind him by now, but there was always that spark of hope that Flynn could bring the others to the new Grid once it was complete.

Tron and Alan looked up as they heard footsteps approaching. Quorra and Risie walked up to them. Risie was rubbing her eyes, red from crying. She put on a brave face when she saw Tron, trying to look as if nothing was bothering her.

"Well, we all have a big day tomorrow," Alan said as he stood, "Are you two going to be all right?"

Tron nodded. Alan turned to Risie.

"I don't think we've actually met," Alan said, "but you look like…"

"Yori," Tron said, "her hair is different, and so is her attitude, but the face is just like Yori."

"And Yori looks like my wife, Lora," Alan said, "I'm sorry about the Grid."

"Thank you Alan1," Risie said, "I've heard a lot about you."

"Just Alan, please," Alan said, "I didn't catch your name."

"Risie," Risie said.

Alan smiled. "Risie. I'll see you all tomorrow."

With that, Alan left the group. Risie sat next to Tron on the sidewalk. She was still rubbing her eyes.

"Are you hurt?" Tron said.

"No," Risie said, "no. I'm just a little, what did Sam tell us it was? Homesick."

Tron put an arm around Risie's shoulders and she put her head on his chest. Neither knew why, but it felt like the right thing to do. Quorra sat beside them until Sam joined them. Sam and Quorra mirrored Tron and Risie, looking out at the sky. It was full of stars.

The next morning was a busy morning. All four arrived at the arcade not too long after the sun rose. People were lined up around the block trying to get in. Alan arrived just after they did and all four went inside. Sam gave Risie two quarters and while Sam and Alan discussed how the day would progress, Risie pulled Tron to her favorite game.

Tron didn't know if he should be honored or appalled at the game with his name emblazoned on it. It was Lightcycles, but he couldn't figure out if it meant derezzing programs. Risie assured him that "no programs were harmed in the making or playing of this game". She challenged him and very quickly lost.

Sam smiled as he watched and Alan opened the doors to the arcade. People came streaming in and soon the arcade was full of life. It wasn't much, but Sam knew it would cheer them all up. Besides, having something to do besides the ENCOM board meetings was something Sam and Alan were looking forward to.

And the smiles on Tron and Risie's faces as they played again and again on the TRON game made it all worth it.