The World Outside

Tron: Legacy

Garrett Hedlund

Olivia Wilde

hatericeviolence

A/N: This story is a joke. I hate this pairing with a huge passion. How anyone would ever enjoy this, I have no idea. This purposely written badly (yet fits the movie and all Tron stuff).

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Tron, Tron: Legacy, Olivia Wilde, Garrett Hedlund, or any of the characters surrounding them.

"Where are we going, Sam?" Quorra yelled out sitting behind him on his Ducati.

"I told you I had something to show you. Sit tight." Sam pulled tighter on the throttle and zoomed off of the bridge.

Quorra's eyes grew as she tried to take in everything. She wasn't in the Grid anymore. The color range was much more than she could have imagined. The spectrum was wide. She had heard of things like this. But she never thought she'd see it. Flynn's words and stories would never have prepared her for this. And the sun. The sun...it was warm, radiant, beautiful. Sam was right. It can't be describe in words.

Sam suddenly stopped the motorcycle as he pulled up to a tall brick building. He got off and helped her off. She looked up in awe. The colors were dark in some spots and sun-washed in others. Sam walked up to the sidewalk then turned back to her. "Come on. I think you'll enjoy this."

Quorra ran up to his side and entered through the large doors. She couldn't help but to stop and look at them. She had never seen doors of any other color besides white. Sam stepped in and waited for her for a moment. Quorra tore herself away and stepped into the building. Her jaw dropped at the sight of thousands of books. In all of her microcycles she had never seen such a beautiful sight. "What is this place?"

"It's the library. Like it?" Sam grinned as he watched her eyes grow.

"Sam, are they yours? Can you read them to me?"

"They're not mine. I can borrow some, if you'd like. I can teach you to read...or I can try. If not maybe I can program it, or something..." Sam rattled off. He hadn't thought that far. Could she programmed when she was outside of the grid? Could Isotopes be programmed at all? "I-I don't know. We'll figure it out. Did you want to find some Jules Verne to take back?"

The blue in her eyes glimmered and she breathed excitement. "Can we? Please?"

"Yeah," Sam said taking her by the hand and navigating her through the bookcases. "It's around here somewhere." Sam walked faster, trying to find the sign that would point him to the science fiction section. He turned a corner and scanned over the names on the shevles until he found what he was looking for. Sam pulled out all of the books by Jules Verne and spread them out on the floor.

Quorra sat down quickly and glided her fingers over the books' covers. She picked up Journey to the Centre of the Earth and flipped through it. "I know this one. Flynn read it to me all the time."

"Yeah?" Sam knelt down in front of her. "Think you can read a little to me?"

"Science, my lad, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth," Quorra said flipping to the page she knew it would be on. She looked up at him and lightly smiled. "Sam, can I take this home?"

He nodded and smiled. "Yeah, come on. We'll go ahead and head back."

"Will I ever go back?"

Sam picked up the other books and started putting them back. "I don't know. I mean, if you want, yeah...I don't know what to do really with you...I'll figure something out."

Quorra got up and stood beside him. "I want to stay here." Sam turned his attention to her. "With you. If that's alright."

Sam grinned. "Of course. You can solve all my problems." Sam leaned in and gently kissed her. "Even my dad thinks so."