So this is my new story. I don't own TRON. Enjoy! (:

Confined

Sam P.O.V.

I walked into the small confined room quietly, like I did everyday. I heard the buzz as the large metal door opened and closed. It took me a minute for my eyes to adjust to the darkly lit room. I shivered as I felt the cold air hit my skin.

She was sitting in a plain metal chair in the corner of the room with her arms leaning on the table in front of her. She flinched at the noise of the buzz, turning her head slightly to see me standing near the door. I watched silently as her muscles relaxed and she smiled over at me, but today, her radiant smile didn't reach her eyes. "Hi, Sam," she acknowledged as she tapped her fingers against the square table.

"Hey," I echoed quietly as I took a few steps forward. "How are you doing?" I asked her, shoving my hands into my pockets.

She started to laugh but then a wheezing cough overtook her body and she pressed her hand to her forehead as if she were in pain. "I'm fine, Sam Flynn, just like I have been every day," she answered as she looked up at me.

Her skin was paler than normal and I could see the tiredness in her eyes. She looked weak. Staying here was starting to take a toll on her physically and mentally. "You're not...don't lie to me, Quorra," I said as I came even closer to her and pressed a hand against her skin.

Her body was shivering and her skin was ice cold. "I said I'm fine," she said as she looked up at me, trying to convince me but all she did was convince me even more that I was right.

"And I know that your not," I stated as I pressed my hands against the table and looked down at her. "You've been in here for almost two weeks and I can't see the effects this is having on you."

She shook her head. "Sam..." she trailed off with a sigh. Her eyes were glued to the table.

I reached and hand out and titled her chin up so she was looking at me. "Quorra, you look awful and I'm pretty sure that you're feeling awful," I said as I scanned her face. "You look sleep deprived. When was the last time that you slept?"

She sighed and looked away from me again. "None of that matters, Sam," she breathed.

Anger started to build inside of me when she said this. "Of course it does! You need sleep, you need nourishment," I told her as I took my jacket off and wrapped it around her. "You're partially human now. You can get sick," I said as I pulled a warm hat out of the jacket pocket and put it on her head.

She let out a shaky sigh and turned back around again. "Don't you need these?" she asked me as she reached for the hat. I grabbed her hand and shook my head.

"You need them more than I do," I answered as I straightened up. "They aren't feeding you then," I stated as I turned away from her and glared at the wall.

"Once a day, but it's nothing like the food that I had when I wasn't in here," she sighed. "It tastes weird and I don't really like it," she added as I heard her shift.

I had to do something. I had to get her out of here. I had been trying to figure out a way to get her out of here ever since she had arrived last week. But now that I looked at her...I realized that I was running out of time...

"Quorra..." I started.

"Sam, don't," she said, cutting me off before I could even begin. "We go through this every day. I have to do this," she stated as I heard the scraping of chair legs.

I spun around to face her. "You don't have to do this! Don't you realize that they are killing you?" I asked. "I've heard them talking. They are going to run procedures until they have what they want and just throw you away!" I shouted. "Or the procedures will kill you," I said harshly.

"I can't leave..." she whispered. "This is what Flynn wanted," she breathed.

I watched as her composure slipped away and for the first time since she'd been here, I could finally see what she was feeling. She looked betrayed, hurt, scared...

"You know that my father didn't want this for you," I said. "He would've never set you up like this," I promised her.

"I have..." she trailed off as I walked forward and stared down at her.

"You're not doing this, I'm telling you that you're not," I stated. "Please, Quorra...I'm begging you," I breathed. Her body shook as she continued to stand and I wondered if she was going to collapse.

She looked at me with confusion written all over her face. "I don't have a choice...I can't exactly leave, Sam."

I pressed my hands against her face. "I'm going to get you out of here," I whispered as I leaned in closer to her face, brushing my thumbs over her soft but cool cheeks.

"How?" she asked as she gave me that familiar large eyes stare filled with wonder.

I shrugged. "I don't know, but I can't...live with myself knowing that you're here. This is all my fault. I was just trying to help. I can't sleep at night because I'm afraid that you won't be here when I wake up..." I trailed off as I bowed my head. "I can't go home because it's not the same without you there..." I told her hopelessly.

"You shouldn't feel guilty. It was a mistake, Sam. Everyone makes them," she told me as she looked away from my face. "I would never blame you for this."

I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut briefly. "Quorra...I care about you, more than you could ever imagine or even understand right now," I murmured as I stared down at her. "You're all I have."

I leaned in closer to her and she eyed me cautiously. All of the feelings that I had been trying to hide from her and myself were starting to resurface as I stood there in front of her. I wanted to kiss her, more than anything. I let go of her face and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her body against mine. "What are you doing, Sam?" she asked in a flustered tone as she stared at me with her beautiful doe-eyed gaze.

"Something that I might regret," I answered before I leaned in the rest of the way and pressed my lips against hers.

She sucked in a surprised breath but she didn't pull away from me. She stood there, motionless until I heard her sigh and I felt her small and cold hand wind around the back of my neck. I felt her body relax slightly as she let out a small sigh, her breath tickling my skin.

She slowly started to move her lips like I was moving mine, but she gentle, almost unsure with what she was doing. Her body started to tremor as she did this and I chuckled softly, nudging my head against hers. "Calm down," I breathed against her lips. "Just relax."

I covered her lips again with mine and I could feel a small smile shaping her lips slightly. Her other hand moved to rest on the side of my arm as I kissed her a bit harder, wrapping my arms around her even more to press her body flush against mine.

I could feel her warmth against me and I could feel myself being absorbed into her. Her smell, her touch, her taste. It was more amazing than anything I had ever experienced. My hands moved over the curves of her body slowly, feeling the softness of her skin.

Her breaths were becoming more labored and after a few more seconds, I pulled away from her slightly, opening my eyes and looking down at her to try and read her expression.

She took in a staggering breath and exhaled shakily, staring at me with a very composed and blank expression. Her body remained still, her hands still clinging to me. "Sam..." she started carefully once she had caught her breath. Her wide electric blue eyes bore into mine with an awed look. "You kissed me...why?"

"Because I like you, Quorra," I stated. "God...I've always liked you. You're so unique and just...amazing," I answered quietly.

She bit her lip and shook her head. "You don't, Sam. I'm not human," she told me with an expression of indifference.

"I don't care that you're not human, even though I keep telling you that you're more human than you think. I don't care that you're different," I said as I held her beautiful gaze. "I haven't felt this way about anyone in years...hell, I've probably never felt this way about anyone ever," I went on. "I'm not going to sit back and watch something happen to you. I don't want to live without you..." I trailed off with a sigh.

She stared at me curiously and I wondered if she was completely lost. And just like she normally did, she gave me no leads as to what she was really thinking. "Then get me out of here, Sam."

So? Cheers to my new story! I hope you all liked the first chapter. Don't forget to leave a review! (: