Sam's P.O.V.

I stand in front of the Tron video game, remembering when I thought it was just a game. And now, it just is a game. And my father risked his life to take Quorra and me out of it, permanently. The Tron game is full of dust, and I take off the bag that covered it. The music blares 1980's music, and the other games made their own noises.

Soon, my mind is overwhelmed by the memories of The Grid, my father, and the death of both Clu and my father. And meeting Quorra, and thinking I lost her forever.

"What are you doing?" I turn around to see Quorra standing there. She wears black skinny jeans and a black shirt, something she has inherited from The Grid.

"Just. . . looking around," I answer. Quorra steps in and looks around with a confused look on her face.

"What is this stuff?" She asks. Quorra has only been in the real world for a few days.

I walk towards Quorra and laugh. Her chin length black hair surrounds her face and her makeup is too dark to tell what color her eyes are. She smiles at me, but her teeth don't show.

"Arcade games. Kids use to come here a long time ago to play. My dad use to take me." Quorra gives me a sympathetic look, knowing how much my father meant to me.

"But what do they do?" I grab Quorra's hand and lead her towards the Tron game. She giggles a bit. "So, this is why Kevin and Tron build The Grid?"

"Yeah, and he made action figures. And at night, he told me stories about it all. And the night that he disappeared, he promised me he would tell me what the big miracle that happened." Quorra looks at me with a fascinated expression.

"Well, what was the miracle?" I laugh and look into her eyes. I push a piece of her hair behind her ear and smile gently.

"You, of course."

Later that night, Quorra and I step inside my "house" and I introduce her to Marvin, who had been staying at Alan's house until Quorra was settled in.

"His name is Marvin?" She asks gently. I nod and hand her Marvin. She hesitates on picking him up.

"Don't worry, he's absolutely nice," I explain. Quorra lightly touches Marvin's fur. She laughs and keeps petting his soft coat.

"He is so cute," She says. I nod and set Marvin in her hands. Quorra laughs and he licks her hands. "It tickles!"

"That means he likes you!" Quorra smiles greatly and continues to pet him.

There is a knock at the door and Marvin jumps out of Quorra's arms. She moves closer to me, her arm clutching mine.

"Did I do something?" She asks. I laugh and rub her arm.

"No, he just wants to go see who's at the door."

I lead Quorra over to the door and open it. Alan stands there with a grave look on his face. He doesn't acknowledge Quorra. He just takes my wrist and leads me over to the corner. Only a white table sits there, and a picture of me and my father.

"What's up?" I ask.

"Clu is powerful," Alan says. "You might want to check up on the Grid now and then. You never know."

"Alan, have you been having too much to drink?" I motion towards the glass that Alan is holding.

Alan shakes his head and stares at me deeply.

"Listen to me!" Alan exclaims. I scoff and squint at him.

"Clu died. As in gone forever! He isn't coming back! What has gotten into you?" I say.

Alan slams his glass onto the table and stares at me. He breaths deeply and says, "Listen, Clu is a powerful program. You don't know what he's capable of."

I think for a moment, not knowing what to say. Alan sighs and says, "Don't say I didn't warn you." He walks out and Quorra stands next to me.

"What was that about?" She sets her hand on the table.

Where the sharp glass is.

"Ow!" She exclaims. She quickly lifts her hand up and gasps. Quorra picks glass out of her hand and I lead her back over to the couch. "Ow!" I look at her hand and pull out pieces of glass. Her hand twitches and she pulls her hand back. "That hurts!"

"I know it hurts," I say. "But let me fix it up." I grab her hand again and pick out more pieces of glass. Quorra's hand gushes blood and I sigh, debating on whether to take her to the hospital.

"I'm a program, I don't bleed!"

"But you're in the real world. You now have a human body. A . . .user body." Quorra nods and winces. I get up and grab a few Band-Aids. I place them on the cuts and she smiles.

"Guess I'll have to be more careful in the . . .real world."

Author's Note:

I don't own Tron: Legacy.

I really hope you all like the first chapter! This story will be fantastic, I promise! Who else wishes Kevin didn't die? There better be a 3rd Tron movie!

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