Hello there, readers! This is a Tron fanfic, specifically, one that will lead to SamxRinzler. This'll be one of those slow, progressive stories that try to cover the bases of relationships before all the sex, so no smut now, but eventually! Also, a short side relationship between Quorra and Ed Dillinger Jr.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own TRON:Legacy and am glad to give all copyrights to Disney. But it's awesome enough for me to write a fanfic about.

Chapter 1

Who knew that owning a multi-trillion dollar company could be so difficult?

After they got out of Flynn's Arcade and saw the sunrise, Sam steered the old Ducati in front of the beaten garage that served as his living space. Switching off the motorcycle, he turned to Quorra and said, "Well, welcome to my humble abode. It isn't much compared to the little nook Dad had there," he smiled sadly in memory, "but this is where I regularly crash every night."

Quorra looked at him incredulously, "You crash here every twenty-four hours? How are you still functional and why would you keep coming back?!" She exclaimed rather than questioned.

Sam shook his head and laughed, completely confusing the ISO. "No, no, silly. That's not what I meant. To crash is slang for sleeping or recharging or whatever you programs do," he chuckled.

"Oh…I've got a lot to learn, then," her confusion returning into her original excitement for the User world. She was about to say more when she looked past the blond and saw someone she had hoped to never see again. Immediately, Quorra stiffened and urgently hissed to Sam, "Sam! It's Rinzler! Except he's got gray hair follicles like your father did and has a small clear visage blocking his eyes."

"What?" He whipped around and laughed a bit, "It's only Alan. D'you know who Alan Bradley is?"

"A-Alan-One?" She stuttered, eyes going wide.

The man regarding the two on the motorbike widened his eyes at the name. "How would you –," he started to say as Sam got off the Ducati. "Sam! Explain this immediately!" Alan demanded.

"Whoa there, old man!" Sam replied, hands up in mock surrender, "Let me get inside and check on Marv before you barrage me with your questions."

Quorra looked between the two men, glancing nervously at each, not quite understanding what was happening.

Alan let out an exasperated sigh and raised a hand to his forehead. Sam grinned, pleased to have avoided talking about the Grid, even if for a few minutes. He glanced over his shoulder. "Quorra, you coming?"

She hastily maneuvered off the motorcycle and quickly followed Sam to the front of the garage, her eyes flitting towards Alan nervously. Quorra knew that he was angry because she had seen a similar expression cross the Creator's face many times. She searched for something to say to ease up the palpable tension.

"It's great to have finally met you, Alan-One. I've heard many great things about you from the Crea –," she managed to get out before Sam cut in. The garage door was opened and Sam strode to the center of sparsely yet nicely furnished room. "Are you coming in or not?" he teased to Quorra. Then, switching into a more serious tone, "Alan, we can sit down and talk about it in here."

The two men walked over to the leather couch, leaving Quorra to explore the space by herself, and sat down. The early morning commotion across the river's water began as the sun slowly rose confidently into the sky.

Alan began talking, not looking at Sam while doing so, "You know, Sam, after all these years, you're still a worrisome brat sometimes."

"Alan, old man, who else is gonna remind you that you're old?" Sam joked, "It's not like I'd just up and leave behi –."

"You could have messaged me!" the older man cut in, "I thought you'd disappeared after you went to the arcade. I tried contacting you after the first hour and when I went over and checked, you weren't even there!" He finally turned to face Sam with all the world's hurt in his eyes. "I thought I lost you like your father," he whispered.

Sam cringed at the memory of his father leaving and at his recent sacrifice to save Sam and Quorra's skins. "I'm sorry. I was –."

He was interrupted again by a loud crash behind them and insistent barking. Sam shot up to his feet, glad, for the diversion. Sam was so close to spilling out everything to Alan, but, truth to be told, he didn't think that his surrogate father could handle the news of his father's death, so much as to even believe him.

"Quorra?" he called out, hoping she was all right, "Quorra, where are you?"

"Over here," came the feeble reply.

Sam rushed to the source of the voice only to discover her entangled in three chairs. Marvin sat nearby, yapping and growling and the black-haired girl. "Quorra, what happened?"

She heaved herself out of the wreckage and painfully stood up. "I was perusing your inventory when this little furry object showed up," she said while pointing on accusatory finger at Marv. The dog growled in return. "Initially curious, I took the liberty to pick it up before realizing that it was mobile. It wriggled out of mu grasp and then, presumably, bit me. I happened to be near these chairs when I – What? Is something wrong?" she queried when she saw Sam lift his hands to his mouth and shook in place.

He couldn't keep it in any longer and straight up laughed until his sides felt ready to split and tears threatened to stream out of his eyes. God that felt good. Quorra gaped at him, being slightly offended at his bemusement of her misfortune. When he looked up and saw her expression, he couldn't help but laugh some more.

"There's no need to look so offended!" he guffawed, "I guess you've now been acquainted with Marv, my dog. He's usually pretty friendly, but he probably smells that you're not from around here." The glare she gave him sobered him up a little. "Let me see the hand that he bit."

As Sam examined the small wound, Quorra wondered out loud in amazement, "So that's what a dog looks like… I always imagined them to be bigger."

Sam snorted at the comment and said, "Yeah. They come in all shapes and sizes. Be grateful that Marv isn't a big one or else you might'a lost a whole finger or two. I'll go get you a Band-Aid."

While he was still in earshot, he heard her mutter, "How does a band aid in fixing a wound?"

Crossing the main threshold to get the First-Aid kit, Sam paused when Alan stood up and inquired, "Is everything all right?"

"Yeah. Everything's fine. Quorra just got bit by Marv, though, and needs some repairing."

"I've been meaning to ask you about that," Alan stated, his eyes glittering with suspicion, "Who is she?"

"Uh…" Sam started, mind searching for a possible answer that didn't require the truth.

Boy, was he glad for the interruption! "Sam, come quick!" Quorra exclaimed, excitement evident in her voice.

Sam sprinted over as fast as he could, remembering to bring the First-Aid kit, with Alan right at his heels.

"What, Quorra?" What is it?" he asked in alarm when he got to her.

"Oh, it's done now but look!" she said as she thrust her hand in front of his face. He couldn't see anything wrong with it. Oh wait, there was nothing wrong with it. Her hand was perfectly undamaged and scar-less from the dog bite!

Sam hid his mild shock with words. "Huh. I guess we won't be needing any Band-Aids now," he said.

"No, I won't need and MP3 to aid my healing," she said happily. A hand heavily fell on her should, griping it tightly. Sam stared at her eyes, urging her to shutupbeforehefindsout. She got the message and quit talking in an instant. Alan stood not far behind Sam, looking a bit pitifully confused.

"Can someone tell me what the hell is going on here?" he demanded.

End Chapter 1

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~LL725