Greetings Users! Having watched Tron:Legacy, I found myself bitten by the writing bug. Thus, Tron:Absolution was created. If you, dear reader, would be kind enough to drop me a review on my story, tell me what's good, bad and ugly, then I'd be extremely grateful. Cheers!

PS: DISCLAIMER BE HERE: I own only the OC's and plot, the rest goes to the great and wonderful Disney.

Hannah Harrison adjusted the little model Delorean on her windowsill and looked around her room with a contented sigh. After two days of pushing, pulling, procrastinating and occasional collapsing in exhaustion, she was finally settled down in her new place. It was her first time living on her own, having moved out of the house she shared with her parents and older sister. This was her first taste of real freedom, and responsibility (which she'd probably get her family to help her with). She revelled for a while in the new paint smell.

The freshly whitewashed walls looked tan under the sepia streetlights outside. It felt like being inside a 19th century photo. The whole building was old, part of a project to reinvigorate the area, which had been mostly derelict for nearly two decades.

All in all, you couldn't really call the scheme a success. Less than half the apartments in her block were being rented, and many of the other blocks in the area had done worse. It didn't take a genius to figure out why, there was nothing around. There were no shops, no services, no movie theaters, just rows and rows of cheap housing and some weird old building called Flynn's; which looked so haunted it was unreal. Her dad had stared at it a little too long, then quickly named it the Scooby Doo shop when he'd popped down for a visit.

Quietly content with her work, Hannah wandered over to her bedroom and flopped face first onto her bed, landing with a satisfying 'whump'. Curling up, she didn't even bother to undress before rolling the covers over her, snuggling in and falling asleep.

At two in the morning, Jessie Harrison had been asleep for three hours. At five past two, she was awake, and patting the duvet around her, trying to find her phone. Still half asleep she finally answered with a groggy "Humgluh?"

"Jessie? Are you there? Hello-" At the sound of her sister's voice, she sat up, rubbing her eyes and clearing her throat.

"Hannah? – Jesus kid, it's- "she glanced at her clock, but her sleep filled eyes blurred the numbers. "-stupid o'clock in the morning. What the hell are you doing up?"

"Jessie! Jessie you've got to see this! I-I think my place is haunted! Seriously, everything's going haywire, and the building opposite me is doing the same. The lights are going and my TV won't shut off...Bring food."

Jessie winced as her little sister jabbered at a million miles a minute. She grabbed her jeans from off of the floor and started pulling them on.

"Don't move, I'm coming to get you. Don't touch any sockets." She said. She grabbed her bra from the day before and put it on.

"Okay, I'll get drinks. You're right; I'm not going to touch the fridge though. Is Coke okay? I got diet. It'll be warm though." There was a muffled clunk in the back ground. "Damn walls," Hannah muttered.

"Sure thing, I'll be over in a minute. Keep yourself safe."

"Will do. Don't make me wait."

Jessie hung up and slumped back, pulling on a pair of socks she'd found under her bed. Hannah had lasted ten hours away from home without calling her. A small smile crept onto her face. It was nice to know she still needed her older sister, even if she was a little farther away. Big Sister to the rescue!

It took ten minutes for Jessie to drive to the apartment and she pounded up the stairs to the second floor, the bag of chips she'd grabbed rustling loudly as she went. She was surprised to see that a lot of the lights in the street were flickering, the streetlights, the apartment's lights and even the old 'Flynn's' sign was flickering. Eighties music boomed loudly from the interior. She listened to the faint strains of Journey until she was at Hannah's door. Her baby sister wasn't kidding.

"Hey, I got chips and Oreos. Open up!" She shouted, knocking with her free hand. The door was open before she'd finished talking and she was engulfed by a flying leap of a hug.

"Thanks for coming." Hannah extracted herself from her sister.

"Sure thing kiddo, but you know I can't just leave you hanging. It's a genetic thing remember? Looking after you is coded in as quite a high priority." She grinned. Hannah ran back inside and jumped onto a chair in the hallway. It squeaked on the hardwood floor as it slid under her weight.

"Did you see it? You saw it didn't you, you had too. It's happening outside, inside, everywhere, is it happening everywhere? I can't tell, I can't get the news anywhere. The electrics are going crazy! My computer turned itself on, but it didn't load up. It didn't even blue screen me; it's just on, humming away in the corner. Same with the TV, it's chugging away, but you can't find a channel. It just keeps showing black. Sometimes it flashes static, but I don't know if I'm imagining it, it catches a light that's been reflected outside or anything and I'm really -"

"Shut up!" Jessie said, punching her lightly in the arm. "You're going to give me an aneurism. Talk slowly or don't talk at all."

"Right, yeah." Hannah nodded.

"Now take a breath."

"Okay, done,"

"And start again."

"I think that this whole street is haunted." Hannah said, completely sincere.

"Uh huh." Jessie said sceptically. "and you don't think twenty one is a bit old to be believing in ghosts? Did UFO's zap the power grid too? Or has Skynet taken over the world? You think we'll see a Terminator down there sometime soon?" She laughed. "Oh, wait, I know! The CIA and the FBI have joined forces to fight the Transformers, and then the guy who shot JFK from the grassy knoll-"

"Alright, I get it. Bad idea." Hannah slumped back in the chair sullenly. Jessie threw the cookies at her and opened the chips herself.

"I know you get hungry when you're thinking too hard." She teased.

"Shut up," Hannah said, stuffing a cookie in her mouth. "I'm just freaked out."

"I get that. You're talking about ghosts for god's sake." Jessie wandered into the bedroom and sat on Hannah's bed. The room was lit by candle light. Good girl, thought Jessie. Hannah followed her, dragging her chair behind her. "You'll scrape the floor doing that."

"It's all scratched to hell anyway," Hannah said, grabbing another Oreo. "Oh, coke! I'll grab a can."

"Make sure mine's diet!" Jessie shouted to her.

"Yeah!"

Jessie put her feet up in the bed and cursed when her shoes left a muddy circle on the sheets. Tucking it away, she hid it before Hannah came back and threw her a drink.

"So everything's on, but you can't use it? Like the TV?" she said quickly.

"Yeah, that's what I said. There's just these random flashes of white. I thought I saw some shapes in it for a while, but then I stopped catching them because I was looking at the computer."

"Weird." Jessie sipped her drink thoughtfully. "Hey, do you think all the machines are on at Flynn's?" She said with a grin. Hannah cocked her head.

"I guess. What's even in the Scooby Doo shop anyway?" she mused. Jessie snorted.

"Oh yeah, I guess you're a bit young to know. Flynn was the guy who owned Encom-"

"Everyone knows that." Hannah interrupted.

"Yeah- but he owned an arcade too, that one out there. It had the best machines this side of the river, people used to come for miles to have a go. Dad used to go there when he was in his twenties and he said you'd get these golden tickets sometimes; and if you did you got the rest of the night free, as many goes as you wanted on any machine. Dad got one once and spent the whole night on Tron. What a nerd."

"So there are arcade games? That's all?"

"No way! There's so much more than that," Jessie said knowingly. "Didn't you ever hear the rumours? Kevin Flynn goes missing, says he's going to the office and never comes home. Leaves his kid an orphan, Encom stock drops for a bit, yadda yadda yadda."

"That's not exactly a rumour," Hannah deadpanned. Jessie rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, because that isn't it. That's the backstory to this sordid little play. You see, before all that, Flynn was going a bit nuts. You were probably too young to remember and people don't really talk about it now; or maybe Encom covers it up," her eyes glinted in the candle light. "So, here's where this rumour comes in."

"What is it?" Hannah leant forwards as Jessie whispered conspiratorially,

"They say Flynn never went to the office. They say he went to the arcade that night and when he got there, he was murdered. Whoever did it hid his body in the basement." Jessie grinned wildly.

"Who killed him?"

"Who knows?" Jessie said with a shrug. "But I've got my theory. He had this friend, Alan Bradley, who had a huge number of shares in Encom. Probably thought he was next in line if Flynn disappeared, so, he follows him, kills him, and waits for the money to roll in. Thing he doesn't know is that Flynn junior is running the show now as majority shareholder. Bradley just stays on the board of directors and all he achieved was getting rid of a nut bucket." She finished. Hannah sat back, taking it in.

"I guess that makes some kind of sense. Still, he would have known he didn't have the majority of shares," Hannah speculated. Jessie snorted.

"You know what they say though. You should always be wary of those closest to you. I think Bradley did him in, if not for the money then because he was getting as nutty as a fruitcake."

Hannah slurped her drink and ate another cookie. The hallway lights flickered outside her door.

"So you think his body is in the basement?" she mused.

"Yeah. Where else do you hide bodies?" Jessie said knowingly.

"I'm sure the police would have checked in there, if there is even a basement."

"They wouldn't know where to look if the body was hidden well enough. Secret entrance to the basement." Jessie told her.

"Why a secret entrance? Why not just stick a lock on the door and a sign saying 'no entry'?" Hannah countered. Jessie took a long drink.

"Secret entrance to a secret project. It's a proven fact nerds always operate out of basements."

"That's the best you can do?"

"Hell yeah. The man was crazy, of course he had some secret thing somewhere and where would no one ever look? While everyone's busy checking out Encom, Flynn's secret base is really under the arcade, mouldering away like mould on cheese. I bet you fifty - no, a hundred bucks Flynn's got a secret basement down there with a secret project inside it." She snapped her fingers suddenly. "I've got it! Bradley killed him for the project!"

"I thought he did it for the money?"

"Yeah, well, I changed my mind." Jessie munched on some chips. She held one up to the candle light. "Ew, a green one. You can have that." She flicked it across the room and it bounced harmlessly off of the wall.

"I don't want that one." She threw a cookie at Jessie. "Have that one."

"Fine by me. So that's the gossip." Jessie munched on the cookie. "Hey, maybe your ghost is Flynn!" she joked.

"I didn't mean it about the ghosts. You've got to admit this is weird though. The whole grid's flickering like a faulty light bulb."

"Probably some idiots messing around with it for a laugh. It'll stop sometime."

They sat watching the candle light for a while, watching the strange shapes and shadows they made on the walls.

"It's the kind of thing you'd have done once, this power grid thing." Hannah said.

"Nah, I'd never done anything this big. Besides, i was more into hacking things than physical stuff like this."

"Yeah, I remember the time you hacked into Debbie Wanamaker's bank account and changed it all to Australian Dollars. I've never seen someone so confused."

"I told you, that was Darrell, not me. If you're going to say something like that, at least tell me a story about something I actually did." Hannah raised an eyebrow.

"So I shouldn't bring up the porn you ordered to the principal's office?"

"That was Shane,"

"Or the time you put a virus in the library computer?"

"That was Evelyn."

"Or how about -"

"Just shut it," Jessie snapped moodily.

"Just checking." Hannah slurped the last of her drink loudly. "Oh, and for the record, I'd take your bet and you'd lose faster than you lost at paintball." Hannah said with a smirk.

"What?" Jessie growled.

"You heard me," Hannah was laughing now. "I'd take your hundred dollars easy, because that bet is just stupid. Secret entrance to a secret basement? You're more likely to be America's Next Top Model than that is to be true."

"Stupid huh? Stupid like thinking a ghost is causing a power surge?"

"Even stupider." Hannah said triumphantly. Jessie glared at the wall for a moment and then at the window. Blowing out the nearest candle, she launched herself off of the bed, spilling chips all over the floor.

"That's it, you're on. Grab your jacket." She strode out of the room. Hannah stared after her.

"What? I – Jessie!" Her front door slammed and Hannah had a sneaking feeling that, not for the first time in her life, her older sister was going to get her in big, big trouble.

That's all for now! Please drop me a line to say how this is going. The more you review, the better I can do!