Summary: An in-depth story of Quorra and Sam's lives after returning from The Grid.
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: I do not own Tron or Tron: Legacy, or any of the characters associated with the franchise. All rights go to Disney.
*Authors Note: I know this topic has been re-done a thousand times over since Tron: Legacy came out, but stay with me. I watched the original Tron movie and re-watched Tron: Legacy, collecting facts so when I wrote this FanFiction, the details would be accurate. I continued with this story only because those other FanFictions were lacking a sense of reality. In a series of chapters, I'd like to depict Sam and Quorra's growing relationship with precision and heart. So thanks for reading :)
Sam Flynn and Quorra whizzed by on his black Ducati, heading towards the city and the rest of their lives. Sam stared forward into the skyscrapers, knowing his potential and birthright was almost within his grasp. Encom needed him and he felt like he needed Encom in return. All of his father's work, the future of technology, and the redemption of his faith rested in that company. As Quorra held his middle tight, he felt everything would fall into place. The last living ISO, the solution to everything in the world as he knew it, was sitting on the back of his bike.
Quorra beamed up at the sun with her brilliant and curious eyes. The sun was everything Sam had described it as: warm, radiant and beautiful. It was leagues better than the portal that The Creator had opened. Her imagination of the heavenly orb in the morning sky was dull in comparison to the actual fiery star. The air was cool and intoxicating, filling her lungs with oxygen that suddenly made her feel more alive than ever. No longer would she see lightning storms within the black void, but a pure blue atmosphere clearer than any crystal she had ever seen.
Together they rode into the massive city, heading straight for the Encom tower. Sam intended to fire those fools called board members as soon as possible. Encom was his father's vision and Sam vowed to himself in that moment that even in his last breath, he would restore it to all its glory and promise. It stood tall in the sky, soaring above the grandest of fortune companies, its bright red neon logo still illuminating after all these years. It had shone for all his life like the pinnacle of human revolution it represented, but only now would did he come to appreciate its loyalty. His Ducati sprinted past the first intersection and its red light. Sam smirked to himself, what's one more road misdemeanor?
Quorra was staring at the glass in the buildings as they flew by, seemingly fascinated by their reflection. Everything was so wonderful and new, her love for learning exploding with every moment she was in Sam's world. She smiled to herself, knowing deep within that Sam was the only person she would want to take this terrifying and breathtaking journey with. He couldn't have been a better friend and he felt the same towards her.
Quorra was sure of miracles for she was one herself, or so she was told. She never felt any different from anyone else but the idea that she was so unique that she could cure such undeniable diseases and help humans discover mysteries they've been puzzled by for thousands of years excited her immensely. She would do anything to help mankind, but most of all, Sam. She owed everything to him and his father. Her life, education, understanding of herself and virtually all that surrounded her were all gifts given from The Creator. Astoundingly, Quorra was given one more marvel all thanks to Sam Flynn. She would wake up every morning to see the luminous sun, and fall asleep under the sparkling stars.
"Where are we going?" Quorra asked Sam, still holding onto him as his motorcycle pushed ninety five miles an hour.
A smirk played on his lips but did not develop before he answered, "We're going to Encom headquarters. I'm going to take the company back."
"How will you do that?"
This was when he smiled, "You'll see."
