A/N: I saw the original Tron in the theater in 1982 (yeah, I'm that old), and was blown away by it. It was, at the time, absolutely groundbreaking, and I was very disappointed that it didn't do very well at the time. Still, it is still one of my all-time favorite movies (and led to my becoming something of a Bruce Boxleitner fan [yes, I think he's still damn hot]), so when the sequel came out, I naturally went and saw it the first day, in 3D (I didn't discover the Flynn Lives movement until afterwards and am totally bummed about it even though I'm not into computer games). Therefore, even though I have other stories I should be working on, this one just wouldn't leave me alone, and I just had to write it.

Also, I'm somewhat computer literate but I'm no programmer, so, while I tried to make this as true to the way I believe programs would think, talk, and act as I could, I know that still leaves much to be desired. I have no objection to re-editing this story if someone has suggestions I like about improving that part of it, though.

The Standard Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the movies on DVD. And the books. And a computer with an internet connection so I can go to the Flynn Lives site and at least see the stuff that's still up.

Spoilers: Everything except the computer games.

Timeline: This story takes place about two weeks after the end of Tron: Legacy.

Tron: Reprogrammed

By Moonhawk64

Chapter One

Sam Flynn approached Alan Bradley's office with some trepidation. It wasn't that the twenty-seven year old head of Encom didn't trust the older man with the information he was about to impart, it was that he knew convincing the straight-laced CEO was going to be tough at best. After all, if his father had kept knowledge of what had happened to him the night he was zapped into Encom's computer grid - and everything that happened afterward - from his best friend, then it was probably because he knew Alan would never believe it. Unfortunately, Sam didn't feel he had a choice now - Tron was not just acting erratically, now, he was apparently actually glitched - and his programming, originally Alan's, was complicated enough that Sam knew his meager programming skills were definitely not up to the task of fixing the security program. Sam chuckled ironically. Alan had been right about that, too. His surrogate father had told Sam when he dropped out of college that that act of rebellion against his missing father would be something he'd regret. Now, he not only regretted it, it had actually come back to bite him on the ass.

Sam knew the best way to convince Alan of the truth was to take him into the grid. And that was just what he was prepared to do. If nothing else, Sam felt that after all the years of faithfulness, his dad's best friend deserved to know the whole truth. Besides, while Sam often engaged in extreme sports - such as base jumping - he wasn't stupid enough to do things like that without some form of insurance. In this case, Sam had no intention of spending twenty years trapped in the Grid because no one knew he was there. Had his dad trusted someone with that knowledge - besides a child who thought those stories were only stories - then Kevin Flynn wouldn't have been trapped in the Grid for twenty years, either. So much pain that could have been avoided...so Sam had decided to correct that mistake now.

Sam walked right past Alan's PA, a beautiful but efficient brunette that Sam had tried to get a date with once, but who Sam knew Alan probably had never even noticed; Alan was too devoted to Lora, his wife of twenty-five years. The brunette was on the phone, but nonetheless tried to stop Sam. Sam, still worried about Tron's latest incident, ignored her, and walked right on through, pushing open Alan's door and breezing in without even knocking.

"Alan, I need-" But Sam stopped abruptly - both physically and verbally - when he saw that Alan had a visitor. The curly-haired older man was familiar to Sam, but the younger man didn't know Roy very well. He knew Roy Kleinberg had been a friend of his dad's, although, there had been some sort of falling out some time after his mom's death, then Roy had been a victim of the mass firings at Encom about a year after his dad's disappearance. He hadn't seen Roy in years, until Alan brought him back to Encom. Now, both men looked at Sam, slightly annoyed. Sam flushed in embarrassment, but barreled on ahead, anyway.

"Um, sorry to bust in like this, but I need help, and I think Alan is my best hope."

"Yeah," Roy said, "Because, you know, he fought in the Clone Wars. Although that was so long ago..." Alan quelled the other man with a look, but grinned nonetheless. Sam chuckled too, but sarcastically.

"Uh, yeah." Sam said, an idea suddenly coming to him. He'd never known the reason for Kevin Flynn's falling out with Roy, but he did know it had nothing to do with the blond man's programming skills, which had been top-notch. And, while he had no idea whether Roy - or even Alan, come to that - had kept up with current programming, what he needed was skill in the older stuff, anyway. "Listen, Roy, I could really use both your help with a bit of an emergency I've got. I really need you both to come with me."

Alan raised both eyebrows. "Please?" He said. Sam, exasperated, gave in, not wanting to take the time to argue.

"Yeah, please." Alan glanced at Roy, who shrugged. They were supposed to be collaborating on the new firewall/anti-virus software they wanted to present, but it was almost finished so, instead, they'd just been shooting the breeze, so, why not?

"Hmm, ok." Alan said as he stood from his chair and moved out from behind his desk. Roy fell in a half-step behind him as they exited Alan's office. "What's your emergency? Gaming software development get into it with Military Simulations again?" He turned to Roy. "You remember what happened the last time...?" Roy rolled his eyes.

"Let's just hope they don't-" Roy started, but Sam interrupted.

"Um, no, nothing like that. It's...well, I really think showing you is the only way you'll understand." Alan shrugged.

"Ok, Sam." Alan said tolerantly, willing to bide his time. Roy said nothing, simply shrugged and followed along. They continued following Sam down into the first sub-basement level, down a green-painted concrete corridor to an unassuming door with no markings. Beside the door, leaning against the wall, was a tall woman with strong features and a child-like mein. Her raven hair was cut in an assymetrical bob, and she wore a black tank top and black jeans. She grinned upon seeing them.

"Hey, Sam." She greeted, then turned to Alan and Roy, nodding respectfully to each. "User Alan, User Roy."

"Hello, Quorra." Alan returned her greeting politely, while Roy simply nodded acknowledgment, then turned back to Sam.

"Um, Sam? What are we doing here? I thought you needed to show us something." Roy asked, confused.

"Yeah, well, under the circumstances, I figured hiding it here was for the best." Sam answered cryptically, pulling a leather cord out from under his shirt. On the end of it was a key, which Sam fitted into the door's lock. He opened the door and entered, gesturing for the two older men to follow. Quorra entered last. Inside, the room, about ten feet by ten feet, contained, on the wall opposite the door, a desk with a laptop computer on it, and a chair. Another chair was beside it, and it was to this second chair that Quorra moved to sit. In the corner beside the door, and pointed at the desk chair, was a device Alan recognized, although it had been years since he'd seen it last.

"Is that..is that the Shiva laser?" Alan asked incredulously. "My god, I haven't seen this in...Sam what is this doing here? What's going on? I think we've been patient long enough. Talk to me, Sam."

"Shiva, you called it?" Sam said. "Um, yeah, well, I didn't know it had a name, but it's the only way to get there."

"Get there?" Alan said, puzzled. "Get where?"

"Inside the Grid."