A/N: Hey, look, it's me, venturing into the TRON fandom. I've just gotten into this fandom recently and have FALLEN IN LOVE. I love the Grid, I love Tron, I love Beck, and I love the Tron/Yori dynamic. I'll be exploring the latter especially in this fic- specifically, things that were never mentioned on screen. I'm envisioning 4 parts- this one, one during Uprising, one after Tron becomes Rinzler, and one after Legacy. Also, I apologize for any errors in established canon, like I said, I'm new so I don't know the canon extremely well. Thank you! :)

Tron patrolled the streets of the Grid, sometimes backing into alleyways and looking for suspicious activity. He would perimeter clubs, making sure no bar fights erupted. As he walked through the aquamarine glow of a side street, two programs- one male, one female – caught his eye. They were involved in some sort of romantic rendezvous, with both of them standing up, whispering sweet nothings in the other's ear.

Tron bristled at the sight. While romantic relationships between Programs weren't prohibited, they were certainly unorthodox. He felt programs had one purpose- to serve their User. Any other attachments distracted them from that purpose. In fact, such relationships-

He paused in his train of thought as he almost ran into another Program. Tron almost sputtered out the appropriate apology when he noticed the Program's features. She was petite with a pale complexion, and there was something about her that he just found...striking. Maybe it was her looks, or the way she carried herself. Either way, he found himself frozen around her.

"Oh! I'm sorry," she said. "I'm lost, and I can't find the way back to my quarters..." Her gaze landed on the "T" on his chest. "Wow, you're Tron? Protector of the Grid?" She smiled.

He became flustered and his voice was unsteady as he replied, "Yes, I am." His voice was quick and nervous. "What's your name?" He tried to make eye contact, but could only do so for a few seconds before directing his gaze back on the ground.

"I'm Yori," she said.

Gaining some courage, he asked, "Would you like me to escort you back to your quarters?"

She brightened. "Yes, that would be wonderful, if you don't have anything else to do. I'd hate to distract you from your job."

"Oh, no, no, it's fine. What district are you in?" His eye contact was steady now as he became more comfortable.

"Upper West," she said. "I'm new here, just got transferred from Argon."

"Well, welcome," he said, celebrating silently in his head, as the Upper West district was a good ways away "It's this way. It's not far enough to take transportation, but it's a bit of a walk." He started in one direction, and Yori followed.

Maybe there was something to the Program relationships, Tron thought.

"What is your function?" Tron asked.

"I work at the digitizing laser," Yori replied. "It's interesting work. Since I'm new, I'm still learning the ropes. What about you?"

"I'm a security Program. I thought you already knew that." His tone was curious.

"No, I mean, what are you like? What are your interests, hobbies? Do you collect lightcycles, or like to go to the bars or clubs?"

"To tell you the truth, not really. I've always been so devoted to my User that I never have time for anything else. What do you like to do?"

"Well, I like shopping. It seems vain, but I like looking at all the different designs. I make some myself, too." She blushed, and Tron looked on curiously.

"That's..." Tron trailed off. The first word that came to his mind was "endearing," but he didn't think it appropriate. "...interesting," he finished.

Yori laughed at his inability to find the correct word. "Thanks. Maybe we should find you a hobby sometime." She paused in front of her quarters, and Tron did as well.

He was taken a bit aback, but replied, "That sounds wonderful. Maybe we could, um, get some energy while we're out."

"I'd like that. Look me up in the directory, alright?" Tron nodded in reply. "Okay. It was really nice meeting you, Tron," Yori said as she unlocked her quarters and stepped inside.

"You, too." When her door was shut, Tron walked off, grinning. As soon as he made it back to his quarters- a long walk, but worth it -he looked her up. He didn't contact her right away, thinking that would make him seem desperate, but saved her information.

He wondered if Alan-One and Yori's User knew each other.

A/N: and that's a wrap! Reviews/faves/follows are always greatly appreciated. :)