Tron: Reformation

Warnings: Slash later, possibly rated M later, violence, language etc

Disclaimer: I do not own Tron or any of its characters.

A/n:Hey there! As you all know, this is a rewrite of my initial story because it was similar to another story on livejournal. So I decided to rewrite the beginning, which was the issue. If I didn't, I think I would have lost my muse, so I'm glad I chose to rewrite. This first chapter has very few changes, as this I'm actually happy with and is my own as far as I read.

I hope you all enjoy this rewritten story! :3 Thanks for sticking with me through this!

Chapter 1: Return to the Grid

It was raining. There was a thunderstorm raging outside, rocking the trees with its powerful wind. Like usual, Quorra was perched on the recliner just beside the window, watching the storm outside in wonder. It had been a year since she arrived in the real world, though Sam couldn't really say that was the correct term to use. The Grid was also a world; it was real, though he and Quorra were the only ones who knew that. Part of it was also destroyed, and the coding was so complex that Sam wasn't sure he could repair the destroyed parts. He wasn't Kevin Flynn.

Sam was brought out of his thoughts when he heard Quorra's voice. "What was that?" Sam asked, looking back at the ISO sitting on his recliner.

"I said," Quorra replied without looking at him, "that I can't believe it has already been a year since the Grid was destroyed," she looked over at Sam now. Her eyes were full of emotion, though mostly sadness and regret, as well as guilt.

Sam sighed, "Quorra, I told you… it wasn't destroyed, not completely. When Dad blew himself up, he destroyed the portal… Hell, we could go back if we wanted, but we can't get back here," he explained, hand fiddling with the memory chip around his neck. He did that a lot now. "I looked at the codes, I've run scans… I just don't know if I can repair it. It's so complex, I can't fathom how Dad was able to create it," he said, looking up at the ceiling.

Sam heard Quorra sigh but she said nothing more, obviously choosing not to believe him. She didn't have hope that they could go back. But he wasn't sure, did Quorra want to? She loved this world, she said so many times before. If she had a choice, he was sure she would stay here. He wasn't even sure what the sigh was about.

Sam turned back to his computer, deciding to get back to researching the code. He had his father's notes, though there were few. He had found then in the basement of the arcade, as well as a few other helpful tools. Sam wasn't his father, but he wasn't stupid. If he researched and studied enough, he was sure he could repair the portal. Maybe he shouldn't have dropped out of college?

No, college had no point. He had studied everything he wanted on his own anyway. Besides, why spend the money? He was the CEO of a major company and he already owned a house. What more did he need? The twenty-eight year old stood up and moved towards one of the rooms he hadn't been into in awhile. He swung the door open and stood in the doorway. When he was younger, this had been his room. Yes, it was his grandparent's house, pretty much where he grew up. When they died, he took the house. And after getting back to this world, he decided to actually use it. Quorra needed her own room, after all.

Sam walked over to the shelf where his figures were perched, slightly dusty. He picked one up, wiping the dust from it. It was his favorite action figure: Tron. Though when he had gone to the grid, Tron… no, Rinzler, had tried to kill him and his father on several occasions. Though in the end, he saved them. But he was gone, one of the best warriors was gone and that was something Sam could not repair. Maybe Alan, but why? He had no need to do so. Same put that figure down and picked up another, C.L.U. He wanted to break the figure in half, but something told him not to. It did, after all, look just like his dad. He set it down, eyes narrowing. Thanks to C.L.U, everything was ruined.

He looked at the light cycles and remembered the first time he rode one. He had been riding for his life, though it was perhaps the best thing he experienced when he was there. Looking at all these figure gave Sam the urge to turn around and go back to his desk. He needed to fix the Grid. He needed to go back. Now he realized and understood why his dad was never around. The Grid was addicting.

"Sam, you should get some sleep… You've been on the computer the entire day," Quorra spoke as she walked out of her room. "The Grid is gone, leave it alone… You haven't been able to make a breakthrough yet, so what makes you think you will tonight?"

"Quorra, I'm fine… Besides, I'm really close… see this?" Sam pointed at the screen, "I found the code for the portal… I understand it, Quorra!" he exclaimed, eyes showing his excitement. "I can fix it, I know I can," the male said, turning back to the screen and typing on the keyboard. Sam referenced the paper on the desk, and then went back to typing.

Quorra sighed, turning away. "You're going to regret not getting any sleep, Sam," she shrugged, closing the door behind her. Men were stubborn she realized. Programs weren't the same way, programs knew when to stop or knew when they could not achieve something. Sam… he just kept going. He would get overworked. The ISO sat on her bed and lay back, staring out the window. Why he wanted to go back was beyond her. This world was so much better, she loved it here. Nothing was there for her in the Grid. No more ISOs survived. Finally, sleep took her away from thoughts of worry.

It wasn't long lived. Nearly three hours after Quorra fell asleep, she was reawakened by a whoop of joy. She sat up, alert and glancing around. Old habit, of course. The girl stood and opened her door, not surprised to see Sam still sitting at his desk in the living room. She was surprised, though, to see a gigantic smile on his face as he typed furiously.

"Quorra, come here, quickly!" Sam exclaimed, pointing once more at the screen. "I did it, I fixed the code. It just… it suddenly came to me," he said, and went on to explain how he did it. None of it made sense to Quorra. "It's as if somebody wants me to get back into the Grid," he grinned, hitting one last key. He saved immediately. "Now all I need to do is transfer the data to the old computer in the basement of the arcade and do some minor adjustments…. Then everything else can be fixed from the inside. But the only concern I had was the portal, and now it's fixed…" he said, without taking a breath.

"Sam… that's great, but really… I'm not sure we should go back. What if the portal isn't fixed? We don't know enough to go back… Besides, you have the company, remember? You're busy now," Quorra explained.

"Why are you against going back? Don't you see? My dad didn't want the Grid to be destroyed. It's my responsibility to fix it, and now that I can, I will… Quorra… I just have to, I don't understand it myself but now I know how my dad felt. It's addicting, the Grid is amazing, more so than this world," Sam said, finishing the transfer of data to his thumb drive.

"Sam…" Quorra murmured, watching him, "I understand, but… I like this world better. The Grid was a cage, this… this world is addicting for me. I miss the Grid, but I don't want to go back. I'm the only ISO, nothing is there for me anymore. Maybe for you, but not me. I don't have power there like you do," she sighed.

Sam frowned, looking at Quorra now. He realized when they had come back from the Grid that his father had ultimately wanted him to fall in love with her. Sure, Quorra was beautiful, but she wasn't for him. They were too different. She was in love with this world, he loved the Grid. He just didn't feel that connection for her. "Quorra, it's not like I'll stay there forever. I'll do what my dad did, go there and then come back, it's not a big deal," he said with a shrug.

"It IS a big deal," Quorra mumbled, watching as Sam turned and headed to his room upstairs.

Sam stood up, "I think that concludes our meeting, gentlemen," he announced as the others stood as well. "I have something else to attend to, so please feel free to go to Alan with any questions or concerns you may have," he said, fixing his jacket as he grabbed his bag and proceeded to walk away with a nod to Alan.

He still had never told Alan the truth of what had happened that night. But he didn't think he should, if his father hadn't, why should he? It wasn't ready to be out in public. He needed to make sure things were established first. It just wasn't the right time to tell the older man yet.

Sam exited the elevator and left ENCOM tower, moving towards his Ducati parked in the corner. He let the engine of the bike purr and then finally pulled out of the garage. Instead of heading for the house, he sped right by, making his way to the arcade instead. He wasn't positive about the situation in the Grid, but hopefully it wasn't out of control. He debated whether or not to call Quorra, but he decided not to. For some reason, she was against going back. Maybe his dad had told her not to let him go back? So he wouldn't end up like him.

While preoccupied with these thoughts, Sam didn't realize he was practically to the old arcade center. The sandy blonde pulled the bike to a stop in front of the arcade and parked it, laying the helmet on the handle bars. He walked into the familiar arcade and turned on the lights at the breaker. He then proceeded to head down to the basement like he had once before.

It was odd how he felt so confident, and the last time he was here he hadn't known anything about what was going on. Sam finally got to the small room and he glanced around. He then headed over to the old computer and took the chip from around his neck. He reinserted it with the new data that was on it and he turned the computer on.

Now it was time to do some more coding… from his dad's computer. He sat in the chair, glancing behind him at the laser. He then brought up the prompt and began to type things. Within minutes, he had many windows open, reformatting codes and sequences. He found broken ones and he had to reference the notes his father left behind as well as his own notes. He wished he had somebody here to help him… But he didn't, so he had to stop hoping and just do it.

It was almost an hour later when he leaned back. The portal, he was assuming, was now completely fixed. So now he could go in, and hopefully return as well. He had to have confidence in this in order for it to work.

The male began to type commands into the prompt window and activated the laser. Nothing happened. He turned around, frowning. What was wrong now? Sam Flynn stood up and walked over to the laser, inspecting it. This wasn't his specialty, coding was. He suddenly laughed when he realized what was wrong. It was unplugged. How silly of him. He went over and plugged the cords into the wall, then went back to the computer.

He sat, then Sam entered in the same commands as he had previously. Finally, he felt the sensation of being pixelized. It wasn't something that one could explain… it was like the feeling of being ripped apart, and yet it wasn't painful. Within seconds, he was in the Grid, in the same part he had arrived in the first time.

Only this time he was automatically wearing the attire he had left in. It was odd, but not unwelcome. Sam exited the building, looking around. It looked the same as it had the first time. The only difference was that there were no recognizers flying around. Well that was good news.

He began to walk down the street of the Grid and glanced around. It was desolate. Was… Were all the programs gone? He looked up and saw the glow of the portal in the distance. He smiled. Good. There was a way out.

Sam paused, remembering something. He was a user. He had power here, and he could create one of the baton's to give him a light cycle. He knelt and put his hand to the ground, focusing. What was the code for the baton again? It was so complex, would he be able to do this right? Damn it, Sam, focus! He thought.

The male let out a breath and focused his mind on remembering the code. It took a few minutes but when he opened his eyes, Sam saw just what he needed. He grinned and picked it up, admiring his work. It looked right, at least. He decided to try it, and so he got a running start, then jumped into the air and broke the ends.

And landed flat on his face. "Augh! Damn, what?" He muttered, standing up again. He heard laughter and whirled around. Who was laughing! He wasn't alone?

AN: Alright! So, the first chapter is largely the same as the first time I uploaded the story. This is because I found it very difficult to start my story any differently.

Also, I am definitely not done rewriting the story. XD I just wanted to put this chapter up so you guys know I'm not giving up. I was just busy with finals and such. I estimate I'll be done rewriting in the middle of June, so you should see the rest of the chapters around that time. It's actually going pretty well, and it gives me the chance to incorporate new ideas without going around my ass to do so. XDD

Reviews are loved, though I know most people reviewed this last time won't have much to say.