A/N: Okay I know this is not fantastic, but it's what's in my head at the moment. I wanted to portray Sam and Quorra in a post-movie non-awkward situation. So here you go.

Disclaimer: I do not own TRON, although I do own a Bag of Holding and wouldn't mind renting Garret Hedlund.

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As Sam entered his garage-apartment with Quorra, he could tell something was up. There were signs, some things were moved around, and it didn't have the usual Chinese food and beer smell he was used to. But the biggest sign was the fact that his fridge door was open and he could hear someone rifling through it. Marvin was sitting comfortably on his pillow so it probably wasn't a burglar. Quorra was standing slightly behind him with a worried look on his face. Sam looked around and spotted grey-green canvas messenger bag with a badge saying "Bag of Holding" on the front. It was this last sight that assuaged his worries. He looked towards Quorra and mouthed It's okay.

"I thought we talked about you breaking into my place without my permission, blondie."

There was a loud thunk, followed by some muffled curses and a head popped up from behind the fridge door. The owner the head was a woman a few years younger than Sam, with blonde hair up in a bun and small gold hoop earrings that already added to a gypsy like appearance. "I went grocery shopping, you were out of food and I knew you'd need to feed your lady-friend eventually. Hi, lady-friend!" The last bit was directed towards Quorra with an extreme smile. The addressed looked wary as she returned the greeting.

Sam didn't seem so worried. "You always did know things you shouldn't. Quorra, this is my friend Thea; Thea, this is Quorra, although I'm sure you already knew that."

Quorra looked at Sam a bit puzzled. Sam explained, "Thea knows things. Stuff she shouldn't know. Like what happens in people's dreams, or who you are. Am I right, little sister?"

Thea nodded with a smile. She bounced over to Quorra and held out her hand. "I am a friend." They shook definitively. Then Thea went over and picked up her bag. "I'm sure you're tired so I'll take my leave now." She looked toward Quorra. "Sam'll loan you something to sleep in I'm sure, and I'll come back tomorrow to take you shopping. Because Sam, for all his charm and mischievity, should not be in charge of buying women's clothes."

Thea looked amused, Quorra gave a small laugh, and Sam had a look akin to embarrassment on his face. "Okay you've said your piece, now get out. Go find your wayward boyfriend, or hack something."

Thea had forged outrage on her face. "Edmund is not wayward! Well most of the time. Fare thee well then, Quorra don't let him scare you off, Sam don't be an ass." And with that Thea exited, and from outside the building came the sound of a motorcycle speeding off.

"Well I hope she didn't scare you off." Quorra was startled by the sound coming from next to her. Sam was smiling as he took off his jacket. "This is my apartment. Feel free to make your self at home."

Quorra followed his example and threw her jacket over the back of the couch. "She has a way of making people feel comfortable and reassured." Sam nodded in agreement. "You gonna show me around?" She gestured to their surroundings.

Sam did so and Quorra was surprised at the similarity of it to his father's "home" that she was accustomed to. Simplistic, but with a personality. While Kevin Flynn's lodgings were open and airy and bright, but untouchable, his son preferred more comfortable, worn surroundings that emanated a certain warmth. Quorra felt as completely at home here as she did with Flynn, her surrogate father, her protector, the creator. Upstairs was Sam's bedroom and the bathroom. There was a hammock near the window and Sam's computer was up here. "Me, Thea and her boyfriend Edmund spent a weekend putting this thing together," he said gesturing to the complex display with multiple monitors, different levels and a keyboard like the one in his dad's workshop.

"This is my brainchild, I came up with it myself. Based it off my dad's computers. You could say I'm a bit attached." Sam looked a bit sheepish.

"A bit?" Quorra's laugh turned into a yawn.

"Tired?" Quorra nodded. Sam dug through a drawer and pulled out a grey t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. He handed them to Quorra and pulled out something for himself. "I'll let you change, I'm gonna take a quick shower, I still smell like jail. Feel free to go ahead and go to sleep," here he stumbled over his words, "you can-, you don't-." He stopped and took a breath. "Sleep wherever you like." Quorra gave him a reassuring smile.

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Sam came out of the bathroom with wet hair and looked around. The hammock was empty and when he looked toward his bed he saw Quorra's head peeking out from a mountain of blankets. She quirked an eyebrow up and seemed to say with her eyes: you coming? Sam smiled to himself and walked toward Quorra who moved to one side of the bed. Sam lay down with a groan. He answered Quorra's questioning look.

"The bruises are still tender from when I jumped off ENCOM tower."

Quorra nodded and settled down next to Sam, who marveled at the lack of awkwardness in the situation. He pulled the blankets around them and quickly fell asleep. Quorra's last thought before she drifted off as well was a contented 'So warm...'

TBC

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