Chapter One
Reprogramming the Perfect System
Disclamer- I don't own anything but Misha, who dosent have a last name for now. Everything is Disney.
A/N- So this is my first Tron:Legacy fic and hopefully it will be good. Its rated M for future chapters. Now be warned now, this is NOT going to be fluffy! It's a damn Clu/OC fic people!
.Tron Legacy.
"Ah, Misha. Long time no see!"
I smiled and rolled my eyes as Sam Flynn, the new CEO of Encom, pulled me into a tight hug. We were meeting up for a quick briefing and Lunch.
"Really Sam? Its been what? A month, its not really that long. Now how is Quorra? She is about six months along now, right?" I smiled as the waiter came and left us our usual drinks.
"She doing great, she is in her craving stage. Unfortunately for me, most of her cravings are food that you can only get on the Grid. I'm having trouble with that, but she is doing very well." He smiled brightly as he sipped his gin and tonic. I smiled back brightly and took a large sip from my class of coke.
"Good for you, really. I've missed Quorra, I haven't seen her since the day she told us she was pregnant. I though it was quite cute that she didn't really understand what was going on to her body." I laughed, Sam choked on his drink slightly before whipping away the drink from his lips.
"Yeah, funny for you, now can we get back to business? I need to get back to the office." He sighed before pulling out a good sized pile from his briefcase.
How, you might ask, would a twenty year old woman like myself be so chummy with the CEO of the biggest Gaming company in the world? We were childhood friends, he was a few years older than me but he looked out for me like a big brother. We had been together since we could walk. Even through all of the troubles with his father disappearance, the stealing of anything Encom related, even to his trip into the grid; I was there to catch him.
Now he had Quorra and my services were no longer needed. Well at least until Quorra would kick Sam out for saying something stupid, he did that quite a lot. We leaned on each other quite a lot. I missed how we were when we were kids, he had said we were going to get married. Don't get me wrong, I love Quorra and I would never want the to split up. Its just sad sometimes to thing how I don't get that midnight call to bale Sam out of Jail.
"So I was thinking that we expand on what my Dad did with the Grid. But I need to see if the grid is safe, I also need to reprogram some things. I need to make sure when you get derezzed that you come back to our world; not just die. I was hoping that someone was up to the challenge to do this for me…Misha." Sam started before I let out a high pitched squeal.
The people in the restaurant turned to catch me jumping Sam and giving him a bone crushing hug. I planted numerous kisses on his cheeks and couldn't stop freaking out.
"Settle down, Misha. I mean really! You would have thought I just told you to marry me." Sam chuckled, I stifled the dull ache in my side. I looked away with happy, teary eyes.
"When do I start?" I smiled brightly, Sam's arms went from my shoulders to the chain at his neck. I knew what was on it and how important the information on it was.
"I don't know the amount of damage in the Grid there is from my fathers…" I stopped him with a pat on the shoulder.
"I'll take very good care of it Sam, I know how much this would mean to your father. I know he would be very proud of you." I let a small, sad smile appear on my lips. He copied my smile and hugged me.
"All of the equipment from the Arcade is in your office. Good luck, now how about some tempura? I'm starving." He laughed. I nodded in agreement as we finally ordered some lovely food.
.Tron Legacy.
My Office was not small by any means, oh no, but will all of the bulky pre 2000s' technology; my office looked like a tin can.
I dodged many questions from my secretary and personal assistant as I slipped into my office and closed the door. I slipped down the door frame and sat Indian style on the floor. Sighing to myself, I took the memory card from my jacket pocket and flipped it between my fingers. Hard to believe a whole world was on this little card.
Standing slowly, I walked over to the large touch screen desk. Touch screen desk, Kevin Flynn really had the best technology; even back then. Smiling to myself at the through of Sam's kind father I slipped the memory card into its proper slot and watched as I pulled up the data. It was registering as a large amount, there was about 250.0 gigabytes out of the 300.0 available. Strange, if the world was gone…the whole memory card would be empty.
I brought up the technical list of everything on the card and gasped in shock.
A file called 'Tron City' was there and was showing to have the most active information. Once opened, I saw there was a file that was labeled for every district. Inside those were all of the places in each district. There were homes and business everywhere, and each place had more files in them. But occasionally some of the files would move. One named End of Line was busy with hundreds of files, each would appear for a long time then, would move back to their original folder. I was stunned.
'Tron City' was still up and running.
That was the final straw, I began working on codes after codes to try and crack the small problem of not being able to get out on your own. Once I had tampered with it enough to at least lengthen the amount of time till the portal closes, I lent back in my chair and looked at the clock.
One am, I had been here almost all night. I was supposed to clock out at eight, shit. With that I stood, my legs stiff and not wanting to work. I grunted in pain for a moment before stumbling in my 4in heels over to my coat rack. I grabbed my black trench coat and pulled it on with little problem. I saved all of my work and pulled the memory card from the slot and placed the chain around my neck. I shut down the computer and flicked the lights off. I shivered as I stepped out of the building into the chilly February air and into my car. I drove home, my reckless driving rivaled Sam's sometime. It was once I went to grab my phone from my pocket to see if Sam called when it dawned on me I forgot my phone at the office.
"Damn, I've got to remember the charger for tomorrow." I swore as I pulled into the parking garage at my apartment building. It was even colder as I slipped out of the car, my heels clicking on the cement. Another few minutes passed till I was tossing my keys onto the table by the door and turning on the lights. My apartment was modern and sleek but it had old Victorian touches, I loved it. The modern lifestyle I had mixed with my personal taste.
I pressed the button on my answering machine and waited for the ten messages to play. I kicked off my leather oxfords into the walk in closet at the first message started.
"Hey, Mish. Its me Sam. I saw your car was still in the parking lot when I left, I was hoping you were home by now. I guess your not, I bet you out for dinner or something. I was just checking up, call me back. Kay…bye."
As I changed from my tight black pencil skirt and blood red blouse, the last nine messages played each of them show the growing concern Sam showed. It was once I poured myself a cup of iced tea that the phone rang again. I picked it up immediately, then wished I hadn't.
"WHERE THE FUCKING HELL HAVE YOU BEEN? IVE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR HOURS!" Sam's voice screamed through the receiver and echoed in my empty apartment. Once I was sure he was done yelling for the moment I put my ear to the phone.
"Hi to you too. Look I just got it, I got all of you messages and was going to call you back in the morning. I didn't think you would worry this much. I got really distracted at work Sam, I didn't even notice what time it was till I made a breakthrough. I looked up and it was one in the morning. Relax, okay?" I had to hold back the growing snicker at his voice. He sounded like my mother when she got angry when I slept over at Sam's.
"I'm sorry. So you made a breakthrough you say? Do tell." He asked, I let out the laugh then.
"Oh hell no Mr. CEO. I'll tell you at our briefing at lunch, you need to wait till then." I smiled wickedly as he whined like a five year old.
"No, Mish. You can't! I cant sleep with something like that hanging over my head!" He groaned, it made me laugh even harder.
"Fine, come see me in the office in the morning. But only if you can explain all of it to my assistances." I said before hanging up on him.
Plopping into my bed and sipping my tea, I sat victoriously. I yawned and slipped under the covers and placed the cup on the bedside table before falling into a deep sleep. All I could dream about was the computer at the office and the memory card around my neck.
:Tron Legacy:
Bleary-eyed, I slammed on the alarm clock and stretched. I looked at the clock and it read eight. I sighed and sat up in bed, it was GREAT to be the best friend of the CEO of the company. I didn't need to be in till nine, that when Sam would come down and give me crap for being an hour late then smiled and forgive me when I pouted.
I took a quick shower before pick out a tight fitting black dress and red pumps. I fixed my hair into a tight bun and held it in with chopsticks. I yawned again as I grabbed my black coat and checked the clock. Eight thirty, nice.
There was still time to grab a hot chocolate at Dunkin' Donuts.
I took the elevator down from my apartment to the garage and slipped into the sleek black sports car, the one Sam insisted buying me for my Twentieth birthday. I drove all the way to work, after grabbing my Hot Chocolate, without spilling my drink in twenty minutes. I had ten minutes to get up to my office and get the before Sam. As quick as I could in my 4in heels, I dashed upstairs and into my office. Both of my assistance bid me a good morning and a nod. I gave them both a wave and slipped into the office, closing the door quickly.
Before I had time to take a victory sip for beating Sam, said CEO cleared his throat.
"God Damn. You know how always get here at nine." I smiled at him as he rolled his eyes. I placed my Hot chocolate on the table next to the large computer, which was already running.
"Thanks for turning on the computer for me."
"What did you find out?" Sam blurted as he moved from my office chair to the large comfy arm chair that had been moved to the side. I smiled before wagging a finger a him.
"Let me take my coat off first, relax Sammy." I smiled as he scowled at his pet name from our childhood. Once I was done getting settled in, I took the memory card and slipped it into the drive.
It loaded and I opened the files. Sam had the same reaction as I had, he look at the file with awe.
"It survived." He whispered. I nodded at him, before opening all of the files so he could see them. He touched my hand when we were going through the End of Line folder. He pointed to one of the files, it was part of the perm dent files that didn't go anywhere. I hadn't paid much attention to it really.
"That's says Castor/ Zuse. He was the owner of the End of Line. He still there, and so is Gem." He sighed before looking at me.
"If they lived do you think…" I could since what he was saying, I shook my head sadly.
"He never popped up in any of the folders, including the one labeled Outlands. I'm sorry Sam he is really gone this time."
Sam's face fell and he started towards the door, I made no move to follow him. He turned to look at me.
"Great progress so far, I'm quite proud of you. I'll come get you for lunch at two." He smiled sadly before leaving and closing the door behind him. I took a deep breath before looking back to the screen. There was one folder I had never seen till then.
It was named Clu.
My heart thumped faster in my chest, as I clicked it open. I jumped slightly when a long list of security codes popped up and refused to let me past. I grunted in anger as I exited the window.
Damn Flynn was too good at security codes on the important stuff. I pushed away from the desk before giving up on Clu and opting to try and expand the portal again. Once Sam had come by for lunch I had been able to program the grid to be able to let the user out when the typed in the code 'There is no place like Home' into their identity disc. I was planning on telling Sam my plan to go in after hours tonight at Lunch.
Till I saw Quorra was with him.
I squealed in delight as I ran for her. We hugged for a good five minutes before Sam insisted we head down to the Japanese Tea house across the street before our Lunch break was over. She and I talked about everything and nothing, and we both ignored Sam for a good hour. It was great fun, I was sad to see her go but I needed to get back to work.
Even though I had not told Sam about my plan, I was still going to go. I kept trying to reprogram most of the system before I was going to leave. I was lucky I was able to program the fact that as soon as I entered the Grid, I would be able to get a identity disc. I was also able to make sure my clothes would be transformed Grid style. Once my assistant bid me a good night I knew it was time. I wrote a note to Sam before sticking it in a envelope and leaving it on my desk.
I then took my phone from its perch on my book shelf and texted Sam.
'Sammy Boy,
Surprise for you in the office tomorrow.
Come by at nine. ;D'
I didn't even wait for a response before I made a new account for the grid and logged in. There was a big flash of light before I was gone.
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A/N- So I'm sorry for all the filler crap but you kinda need to know about all of this before I can get Misha to the Grid. This could go anywhere at this point. I was planning on starting this off as a Clu/OC fic but now I'm wondering if I should throw Rinzler in the mix. Hell even Castor might make an appearance. This is my first more-shot since the Labyrinth one so wish me luck! Review if you want chapters to come out faster and longer!
OH and I would like to say that I am in need of a Beta for this story. I'm not too great at grammar and I always like another opinion with my stories! So yeah, review if you want more, want to be my beta, or just want to comment!
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PS- I hope to get AT LEAST a chapter a week, I'm going to try and stick to that and hopefully I wont fall behind. I've told myself the punishment for falling behind is adding to the 3,000 word minimum I have. Each day I fall behind I add another 1,000 words.
Oh yeah, I'm quite cruel.