A Thank You

Summary: Paige receives an unexpected Thank You. One-Shot

Authors Note: Hey guys, this idea has been in my head for a while now. I hope you enjoy. R&R please. Flames are welcome as long as they come with the fire department.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tron Uprising or Tron Legacy or the Original characters. If I did Tron Uprising wouldn't have aired at one in the morning.

Paige found herself again in Argon station. It had been a few cycles since the train incident with Beck, but she still felt a bit guilty coming here. Sure she had saved all of the programs on the train, but if she wasn't on that train they probably wouldn't need saving.

Lost in thought Paige winded through programs of different distinctions. Many of them noticed the colors of Clu that she wore and made a path, others were simply too pre occupied to move, and Paige gave them a little shove out of her way. She had places to be. Tesler wanted her down by the arena to witness another disk wars in the honor of Clu.

Paige would never admit it, but she hated, loathed the games. Her medic side couldn't get past the hundreds of somewhat innocent programs being derezzed for entertainment. But her attendance was expected and Paige knew better than to keep Tesler waiting.

Paige tried to find an empty portion of space where she could derezz her light cycle. Unfortunately she was stuck In the rush hour throng. She felt a subtle tap on her shoulder and whaled around disk in hand to find a frightened transportation program covering his head.

"Sorry," He rambled trying to get a hold of himself. He was an older program, about Tesler age and had weathered features as if he had seen a lot of harsh cycles in his time.

"What is it Program?" Paige asked. Nobody had ever touched her for any reason before. Well except maybe Beck….

The old program stammered "nothing, Ma'am."

Paige turned back around. Some programs just didn't know the importance of her time. She started to walk away and the program called out frantically: "wait, don't go!"

This guy was really pushing it. "What is it?"

"I just, I just" the man looked at his feet, trying to gather his words and his courage. He straightened his back and stood to his full height. "I want to thank you commander,"

That was unexpected, Paige thought. Nobody had ever thanked her before.

"For what?" She asked curiously.

The old man stammered as if he had to get everything out as if his life depended on it. "I was on that train a few cycles ago, the one that almost went of that bridge. I was one of the train's operators. If it wasn't for you I would be a bunch of cubes right now, and so would hundreds of other programs. I want to thank you, on the behalf of everyone aboard. I know a lot of people were too afraid to talk to you. After all your apart of the occupation and-" The old man stopped fear blatantly plastered across his face. He had just commented about the occupation in a negative light.

"Go on," Paige said trying to pretend not to have noticed, or not to have cared. "Anyway your apart of the occupation and it's never have cared about us common folk. But you, you are different commander because you cared about me and everyone else on our train enough to risk your own life. If it had been anyone different, they would have escaped and sent us all to our grave. I have to admit you did something very brave and I admire you for that." The old program stopped again nervous.

Paige stood still for several milacycles not sure what just happened. "You're welcome program, glad I could help."

The old man nodded, "Sometimes we all need a little help now and then. Say if there is ever any way I can return the favor…"

Paige thought for a moment. "You know what, there is. Can you get me to the arena?"

The old man smiled, "Happily commander, now follow me."

Paige followed, with a new spring in her step.

END

Hope you guys enjoyed. Thanks for reading J