Title: Tron: Restore
Author: Zipper Nova
Rating: T
Pairing: Clu/Rinzler, Rinzler/Tron, slight Tron/Flynn, slight Sam/Quorra, slight Flynn/Alan
Warnings: Gay people and their gay things! Don't like? Hit the back button okay! :)
Summary: Flynn and Clu never merged. But they did get into the real world. Just something I came up with if Flynn and Clu hadn't merged. Probably gonna be some gay stuff in here.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Tron or any of its lovely characters. If I did… It wouldn't be Disney safe… /
"Listen man!" Flynn exclaimed to Clu. "You can't do this! The world isn't ready yet!"
"You made me to build the perfect system! I need to get to the other side to perfect this one!" Clu shouted back.
"Dad!" Sam exclaimed.
"Sam, go!" Flynn yelled back at him.
"Sam we have to go." Quorra tried to persuade.
"No, there's no way I'm losing my dad again!" Sam shouted. He tried to go back to save his dad but Quorra held onto him tightly.
"Sam, listen!" Flynn yelled. "I need you to get out of here-"
"No!"
"Hold on!" Flynn said, waving his arms. "I need you to get out of here and find Alan! Bring him back to the arcade and send him in here. I'm gonna need you to stay on the other side with Quorra and wait till I give you the signal!"
"What's the signal?"
"Go, before it's too late!"
Sam looked at his dad with confusion and worry evident in his blue eyes. Quorra handed him his dad's identity disc. He stared at it then back at his dad. He held the disc in the air as the portal began to close.
"No!" Exclaimed Clu. He tried to run into the beam but Flynn grabbed him.
"The world isn't ready yet, Clu!" Flynn yelled at him.
"No!" Clu shouted again. He clawed at the other's hands to try and pull them off of him but he failed. The portal closed and Sam and Quorra were gone leaving Flynn and Clu trapped in the Grid.
~X~
Sam and Quorra were laying on the floor in the basement of Flynn's Arcade. Sam sat up quickly and looked around, his breath coming in quick gasps. He stood up and hurried over to the computer screen. He started typing in different codes and keys that he knew to see if he could find anything out about his dad or how he could get him out from the outside world.
Quorra sat up with a groan and looked around. She had no idea where she was. She pushed her hair out of her face and saw Sam messing around with something. She carefully got up and moved to stand next to him.
"What's that?" She asked.
"A computer. I'm trying to see if there's any way to get my dad out from here." Sam said quickly.
"He said to find Alan." She reminded him. "Who's Alan?" She waited for a moment before calling Sam's name again. Sam slammed his hand down on the glass surface causing the screen to glitch and type in random keystrokes.
"Quorra just please be quiet! I have to save him!" he yelled at her. Quorra stood silent for a moment, shocked at Sam's outburst.
"But, Alan." she said quietly. Sam stopped typing. Quorra got ready for him to yell again thinking she had upset him. He slowly turned and looked at her, realization finally hitting him.
"Right," he mumbled. He hurried over to the door before stopping to face her. "Come on, we have to find him."
"Who's Alan?" she asked, following behind.
"Alan is a friend of my dad. He made Tron." Sam explained. "He's the one who raised me when my dad got stuck in the Grid."
They hurried out of the arcade, Sam being sure to turn everything back off and locking the door. He and Quorra got on his motor cycle and sped off towards Alan's house. When they got there Sam quickly told Quorra to get off the bike. They ran up the front stairs to Alan's house and knocked on the door. When no one answered in three seconds, Sam pounded on the door repeatedly. After a few more pounds, Alan quickly answered.
"Sam," He exclaimed.
"Alan!" Sam yelled.
"Sam, where have you been? You haven't answered your-"
"My dad's alive!" Sam interrupted.
"What?" Alan questioned.
"My dad, he's alive! He's in the Grid!"
"The Grid? What're you talking about?"
"I went into the Grid on accident and my dad is there! He's been there all these years with her," Sam gestured to Quorra. "She's an ISO Alan. My dad created another world! A whole new place for people and programs to live! The ISO's just showed up though but something happened and it's a mess and, Alan! Alan… I need your help now more than ever."
Alan was quiet for a moment. He stared at Sam in disbelief, the story seemed to make no sense but at the same time he completely understood him.
"Please Alan, you have to believe me." Sam said, his voice quivering. "My dad said to come get you. Tron!" He exclaimed. "Tron's been destroyed. But we can fix it! We can fix all of it! I just need you to come back with me to the arcade."
Alan looked to Quorra who was now looking all around her. At the grass, the trees and even examining Alan. After all, she'd never seen the real world before.
"She came from the Grid?" Alan asked.
"Yes! Please, you've gotta help me!" Sam exclaimed.
Alan shook his head. He didn't know what to believe. Flynn had called him the night before he disappeared. He had told him he'd done it. He'd cracked it. He said he had come up with the cure to everything, sickness, religion, all of it. Then, he just disappeared. Sam had to be telling the truth. He'd never lie about something as absurd as this. Besides, who would Sam know that would be willing to act like they'd never seen the outside world before? Sam knew some weird people but not that weird.
"I'll get my car." Alan said. The younger male smiled and nodded excitedly.
"Come on Quorra," Sam said. He grabbed her by her hand and led her back to the Ducati. "Make it fast Alan."
They raced back to the arcade where Sam unlocked the doors and turned all the lights back on. He ran down to the Tron game where he waited for Alan to catch up.
"Watch," Sam said with a smile as he pulled the game back. Behind the game revealed the secret door from before. Alan gawked in amazement. The door had never once been shown to him by Flynn and seeing it now was a little unnerving. Sam had to be telling the truth about his dad.
The young male opened the door and ushered Alan and Quorra in. The door closed behind them, leaving them to stand in the cramped, dimly lit stairway.
"Hurry!" Sam exclaimed, somehow managing to squeeze past Alan and Quorra. He led them to the big doors that still had the keys in them from the first time Sam went in. He pushed the door open more and stood in front of the computer, his exciting smile fading. Alan looked around the room and Quorra eyed Sam.
"Sam," She said quietly.
"What do we do?" he asked in a low voice. "How do we contact him?" They were all quiet for a moment before Alan spoke up.
"How long has this been here?" Alan asked Sam.
"I don't know. Years I guess." He said dully.
"Sam!" Quorra exclaimed. "He said to send Alan in!" Sam looked at her quickly then to Alan. Alan's eyes went wide.
"Send me in?" He asked. "What, how?"
"That," Sam said, pointing to the laser behind them all. "There's a code," He said. "I'll put it in and send you into the Grid."
"W-wait a minute Sam. I don't think this-"
"Damn it Alan! You have to!" Sam yelled at him desperately. "My dad is just gigabytes away from being home. You can't do this to me. I'll go back in! I'll save him myself. Or maybe I'll just stay there."
"Sam," Alan scolded. He sighed and eyed the laser. "I'll do it."
"Good, Quorra and I will stay here and help get you guys back if anything happens."
"If anything happens?"
"Just a precaution Alan." Sam smiled. He sat Alan down in the chair and typed in the codes he had typed before. A window asking if he wished to confirm the digitalization popped up. Sam looked to Alan, a serious look etched into his face.
"This is it." Sam said. "Just hit enter and you'll be in the Grid."
Alan looked at Sam and Quorra then to the enter button on the screen.
"You better be right Sam." He said.
"Thank you, Alan." Sam smiled. Alan hit the enter key and the laser fired up. It hit Alan and a bright light filled the room. When Sam and Quorra opened their eyes, the older man was no longer sitting in the chair.
~X~
Alan opened his eyes to find himself in a dark room that looked similar to the one in the arcade's basement. He quickly noted that Sam and Quorra were longer with him. He carefully got up and looked around, moving towards the door and making his way out of the building. He found himself in the street of what looked like the real world, much like the one the original Flynn's Arcade had been positioned on.
The streets were bare and dim, not a single form of life anywhere to be seen. The sky was dark and seemed to be covered by clouds that added to the eerie feeling that was left in the pit of Alan's stomach.
"Probably should of asked what I was supposed to do when I got in here." He mumbled to himself.
"Alan?" said a voice from behind. Alan turned around quickly and saw and older looking man and the Flynn he hadn't seen in years.
"Kevin?" Alan asked, referring to the young man. His voice clearly showed shock and disbelief. Where was he? Who were these people? What was going on?
"It is you!" The older man exclaimed.
"What?" Alan mumbled. The older man ran up to him and hugged him tightly.
"Man, am I glad to see you! But geez, you've gotten old huh?" The older man laughed. The young Kevin walked up behind the older man. Alan looked at him then to the older man.
"Kevin?" Alan asked the older man.
"Yeah?" He said with a smile. Alan shook his head in disbelief.
"No, this can't be real." Alan mumbled under his breath. "You can't be real."
"Hey buddy," Flynn said with a comforting smile. He reached out a hand and placed it on his old friend's shoulder. "It's okay, it's me. I promise. I'm not gonna leave you again." He pulled the shocked man into his arms again and held him in place. Clu watched awkwardly as the two shared the embrace.
"Flynn," Alan whispered. He pulled away from the other to take in his wrinkled face. His eyes hadn't changed at all over the years, still that same carefree vibe, but there was something else now, something else in those eyes. There was, peace, tranquility, something Flynn had definitely lacked when they were younger.
"Flynn," Alan whispered again. He reached his hands up to touch the other's face, taking in each and every detail. He felt like it was all fake, like he was going to fade right in front of him. He pulled his shaking hands away and burst into tears, all his pent up anger coming out in a matter of seconds.
"I'm sorry Alan." Flynn said sadly, holding the other in his arms again. They stood like that for a moment, taking in each other's presence.
"Are you done?" Clu asked after a while, his annoyance evident.
"Clu," Flynn scolded.
"We have to find Rinzler. We're running out of time." Clu immediately informed.
"Right," Flynn frowned. "Alan, I know this is a lot to take in, but we have to go. We have to find Tron and turn him back. I need your help though." Allan pulled himself together enough to nod in agreement.
"We're headed towards the Sea of Simulation. It's where Rinzler's plane went down after Tron broke through." Clu explained. He was annoyed with the other program managing to break through his Rinzler coding once again and it had happened at the worst possible time to say the least. Flynn showing up hadn't helped anything either.
Flynn reached out and took Alan's hand, his easygoing smile sliding perfectly into place.
"I promise Alan, I'm not leaving. Never again." He said in a serious tone. Alan looked him in the eyes and saw the trust, the trust that hadn't been lost in all those years. Alan felt safe again. He held the other's hand tightly and Flynn gave a sad smile.
Flynn regretted everyday he was stuck in the Grid. He regretted losing track of time, not seeing Clu slowly losing sight of what Flynn had originally had planned for him to do. He regretted making Alan raise Sam. He regretted everything. But that all had to wait. It had to wait until later. They had other things to take care of now.
The three of them headed to where Clu thought Rinzler might have landed. They didn't actually go over the sea but to the shore of it. They scanned the shore line until Clu saw something flicker in the distance.
"Over there." He said. He lead the way to the black heap lying on the shore. The figure was half way out of the water, laying on his stomach. The circuits of the suit were barely shining, off and on.
"Tron." Flynn whispered. He turned to Clu who was kneeling beside the other program. He rolled him onto his back and slung him over his shoulder.
"This isn't the best place to reprogram him." Clu informed.
"We should go to my place." Flynn said. "It'll be easier if we get a recognizer or something."
They found a recognizer and Alan watched Rinzler as Clu flew it every direction Flynn told him. Eventually they made it to Flynn's home and, with a little trouble with landing, made it safely inside.
"Alan," Flynn said as he and said male sat down on the couch. "Tron's programming is severely messed up. Clu did a great job." Flynn smiled at the other program. Clu simply moved to another couch and laid Rinzler down on it.
"I would've fixed him myself but I wanted you to be sure that I did it right. Programming is a little different here than in the real world but I'm sure you can still help me." Flynn continued. "Clu, his disc." Clu pulled Rinzler up and detached the disc from his back. He then laid him back down and handed the disc to Flynn. Flynn activated it and watched Alan's expression as a digital strand of red DNA came up. A couple segments where still a light blue but most was converted when Clu got a hold of it.
"There's blue." Alan pointed out.
"That's what we're going to have to work from. That and what you had him programmed to do." Flynn said.
"That's a lot." Alan frowned.
"Lucky us, Clu here can help too." The two older men looked over to where Clu was standing by Rinzler. They heard the swooshing of a helmet receding. They couldn't see Rinzler's face due to the couch being in the way so Alan still wasn't one hundred percent sure if the program really was Tron. In one case he really did but in another he hoped it wasn't. He didn't want to have to fix the program he worked so hard to make.
"The coding is doubled over in some spots. In those areas you should be able to pull the coding. You Can't delete it though." Clu informed.
"Why not?" Alan asked.
"It's a whole separate coding to another program. Since there's so much of it, the Rinzler coding can stand alone to be a whole new creation."
"There's enough data to make a new one?" Flynn asked incredulously.
"Tron wasn't easy to break." Clu said, looking to Alan. "You did well in programming him, User. I used not only the Rinzler code but also the virus that was spreading at the time."
"Right, Abraxas. You were working with him…"
It was quiet for a moment. Alan looked to both Flynn and Clu.
"Virus?" He asked them.
"A program became infected and spread the virus to many other programs. There were a lot of battles. That was when Clu started taking over the system." Flynn explained.
"When I thought that the only way to perfection was to destroy the errors." Clu said in an almost sad tone.
"Hey, it's in the past man. Now we gotta fix Tron." Flynn comforted.
"Wait, then Tron still has the virus on him." Alan stated.
"Yes, there should be remnants somewhere in his data. It wasn't enough to completely recode him into a mindless program. Just enough to make him listen. Just to help control him."
Alan frowned at Clu. He felt like the program was trying to get under his skin by insulting his own creation. Flynn took notice and stopped Clu from going any further.
"Alright now let's take a look at what we're dealing with exactly!" He said loudly. He looked at the coding again and started with the light blue bit. He zoomed in on a red segment right above it.
"We'll need another disc." Flynn said to Clu. "If this Rinzler data is enough to make a single program on its own then we'll need somewhere for it to exist. Clu nodded and left the house to get a disc.
"What's Rinzler?" Alan asked once Clu was gone.
"Rinzler is what Tron currently is." Flynn said while working on the data in front of him. "Clu created the data, as you know, and erased Tron's memory, to say the least. He renamed him as Rinzler. Rinzler would do Clu's bidding. Every little thing he said to do, Rinzler did it. It's amazing, man. A program reprogrammed another and was able to use him!"
Alan nodded and looked over to the lifeless, flickering program laying on the other couch. He wanted to see him but at the same time felt it would be weird. Clu looked exactly like Flynn so he could only imagine what Tron looked like, or what he didn't. After all he had been reprogrammed, he was sure physical appearance could be changed easy.
"Radical!" Flynn exclaimed. Alan looked over to him with a funny expression. No one talked like that anymore.
"Check it out!" He smiled. He had his fingers pinched and a large section of the red gene was pulling away from a blue gene and forming in midair. "This is great man!" He held out the new separate red bit of coding and looked it over. "All we need is that new disc. Hold this." he handed the red code to Alan who took it very cautiously.
"It's funny ya know." Flynn then said. "It won't be this easy for most of this thing." He zoomed out of the data and looked at another bit. He pulled a tiny bit of red from it only to find yellow underneath.
"This is the virus." He said, showing Alan the disc. "This is where it gets crazy, man. I'll need your help on this one."
"What do I do?" Alan asked.
"Tell me the coding for…" Flynn paused for a moment, searching the zone that the virus was in. "The coding for his binary function. The virus spread over it, infecting it and making it into something that wasn't originally there. The red bit I just pulled off it from Rinzler's binary function was also changing it into something else. In short, the virus wiped out the original function and left it blank for the Rinzler virus to control. So, what was Tron originally created to do?"
"Monitor the Grid." Alan answered.
"Seriously? I thought he just did that after I told him to. He got annoying after a while. Kinda like you." He smiled at his friend. Alan just frowned and shook his head.
"Man, I can remember when I first met him. He was so different back then. A stuck up little snob." Flynn laughed.
"He was not." Alan defended.
"He was!" Flynn exclaimed. "I met him in jail-"
"Big surprise. You in jail." Alan said, cutting off the other.
"Hey now, I didn't even do anything!" Flynn said smiling. "He was just, this tough little program that 'fought for the users' and all that jazz. But when I had first gotten into the Grid, I had forgotten that I was a User. He just treated me like a stupid program. Not that programs are stupid! He just treated me like I was actually a stupid program. Trying to tell me what to do and all that, like he was better than me." He paused in his talking to pull out another bit of red data and hand it to Alan.
"After I remembered I was a User, I told him. He changed so much after that. He turned into a… a little wuss." He laughed at Alan's expression.
"Tron isn't a wuss." Alan frowned.
"Well he sure turned into one!" Flynn fired back. "He started smiling a lot more." The old, wrinkled face turned into genuine happiness. "He was always worrying about something. Always telling me to be careful. He clung to me a lot."
"Clung to you?" Alan asked incredulously.
"Well not exactly 'clung.' More like, he was always by my side. He always did his patrolling but other than that he was always there beside me, asking if he could help me in any way. Even after I made Clu. Then he seemed like he was up my butt even more."
"When you get to the bit where you can change that, tell me." Alan mumbled.
"What's wrong man? Don't want your program to be a little wuss?" Flynn teased.
"He needs to be less admirable for a guy who just plays all day." Alan joked.
"Aw, you're just jealous your program doesn't cling to you." Flynn teased.
A little later Clu came back with a black disc. He took the red data from Alan and placed it in its corresponding position on the item. Flynn asked Clu if the Rinzler data also included mock physical features in it. Clu denied it and was then informed that the Rinzler code must have spread over time. There had been an exact copy of physical feature coding for Rinzler covering Tron's original coding.
"Man, Clu! You sure knew what you were doing!" Flynn smiled.
"Or maybe it just spread." Alan said. "Like the virus."
"Alrighty smarty pants." Flynn said with a smirk.
It took hours to separate the Rinzler code and get rid of the virus. Not only did they have to rid the virus from Tron's coding but also from the Rinzler coding. Clu said he'd have to update the Rinzler code sometimes since the virus would erase bits.
Flynn and Alan had finished reprogramming Tron back to himself and minimized his data back into the disc. Flynn gave the disc back to Clu who walked over to the flickering program. He lifted him up, allowing Alan his first glimpse of the being. He didn't get to see much, only his soft brown hair. Clu clicked the disc into place and laid him back down.
Tron's circuits dimmed completely for a moment. Alan frowned and Flynn clenched his fists.
"Come on," He mumbled.
Tron's circuits lit up a dim light blue. Clu watched his face contort as his systems rebooted. There was a small groan that filled the tense room. Tron opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was Clu's face. He blinked a couple times before getting a clear image of Clu. He smiled and sat up.
"Flynn," He said. Clu looked to the floor then back to Tron and shook his head. Tron made a confused face before he realized who it was. He jumped off the couch and tackled Clu to the ground. He made to grab his disc but was kicked off before he could grasp it.
Clu quickly moved over to where Tron lay on his stomach and pinned his hands above his head. He placed his knee in the middle of Tron's back and used his weight to keep the other down.
"Clu!" Tron growled out angrily. Flynn hurried over and placed a hand on the back of Tron's head.
"Tron listen buddy it's okay!" He quickly said. Tron flipped his head to his other side to look at Flynn.
"Flynn?" He asked, brows furrowed.
"Yeah, man. I've changed a bit huh?" He said with a smile. Tron had since stopped his struggling and was now looking Flynn over. Clu got off of the smaller program and helped him up.
"But, Clu." He said and he turned to look behind himself at Clu.
"Clu's fine. I convinced him to let me help with the system. Everything's going to be alright." Flynn informed.
Clu got off of Tron and helped him to stand. The blue program was hesitant to let the other help, but if Flynn said it was okay then he had to believe him. He'd just keep an eye out for now.
Tron turned back to face Flynn and noticed another man in a white outfit much like the User's. He leaned slightly to see around his old friend and look at the new comer. Flynn followed his gaze and smiled in realization. Alan stared in awe at Tron's appearance. He looked just like his younger self.
Alan took note of the long scar down the right side of Tron's face. Clu had brought up how he had damaged the other when he had attacked him and Flynn those many cycles ago. The scar was a grey color and started at his cheekbone, just beside his eye. It went down past the neck of his suit, who knows how bad it must've been.
"Tron this your User, Alan." Flynn introduced.
"Alan 1?" Tron asked quietly. Alan snapped out of his thoughts and stepped up beside Flynn to hold out a hand to the program. Tron's face lit up and he quickly pulled Alan into a hug. It was over as fast as it had started. Tron had pulled away and looked to the floor, giving almost a bow as an apology.
"Forgive me Alan 1." he said as his circuits gained a very pale purple tint to them.
"Just call me Alan." Alan said with an almost forced smile. He couldn't help it. This whole situation was slightly awkward to him.
"We still need to see if the Rinzler data will take form." Clu said. Tron frowned.
"Rinzler data?" He asked, turning to Flynn.
"It's what you were." He said simply. "Go ahead."
Clu nodded and set the disc on the floor. He and Flynn weren't expecting much to happen, after all, all they had was a disc, no actual program.
The disc lit up a bright red as the hole in the middle of the disc, where it connects to the program's back, began to fill up with black pixels. The pixels expanded further down the length of the floor to create legs, arms, a torso and a large round object where the head belonged. When the pixels finally stopped forming Clu stepped forward and derezzed the helmet to reveal an exact copy of Tron's face. The right cheek had a red pixilated scar and the same brown hair as Tron.
The program opened its eyes wearily. Clu stared down into the red orbs that glowed as the identity disc installed the rest of the data.
"Rinzler," Clu said. The program looked to him and a low purr sounded from his throat. Clu smiled and helped the program to sit up. Upon sitting up he glanced around the room, eyes landing on each individual person. Flynn, Alan, and last Tron. Both programs had a sudden jolt shoot through them. Tron let out a cry and grabbed his head while Rinzler's was a broken derezzed sounding scream. Tron fell forward and Flynn caught him before he hit the floor. Rinzler started to fall back but Clu caught him as well.
"Well that worked great," Flynn grunted as he laid Tron on the floor.
"They look the same." Alan commented.
"The Rinzler coding did copy Tron's physical appearance." Flynn said.
"Both programs have been restored." Clu said, eyeing Flynn.
"Alright, alright let's go." Flynn said. "We're gonna need to get these two into the recognizer though. They're probably gonna be out for a while."
"Where are we going?" Alan asked.
"Home of course!" Flynn exclaimed.
~X~
Quorra sat in the chair in the basement of Flynn's Arcade as she watched Sam pace back and forth. They had been waiting for a couple minutes and already Sam was losing his patients.
"They'll be back soon, I'm sure." Quorra said, attempting to sooth the other.
"Hours there are a few minutes here." Sam said for what seemed like the millionth time. "What's the signal? What if they don't send it till tomorrow? What if something bad happens?"
Quorra just sat quietly.
A little later Sam's phone went off causing him to as he took it out of his pocket. He had a new text from an unknown number. He went ahead and read out of curiosity and found that it was the signal he had been waiting for.
"We're coming through, stand clear."
Sam smiled and pulled Quorra out of the way so the laser could bring back the others. There was a bright light and then darkness. Sam opened his eyes and found Flynn and Alan standing up and brushing themselves off. Sam ran over and hugged his dad close.
"You're here!" He smiled.
"Yeah," He said looking around, "Man, this place really needs to be cleaned. He then looked to Clu who had two bodies laying atop him.
Clu sat up and adjusted the bodies so they wouldn't hit the floor.
"Why's he here?" Sam questioned angrily.
"Flynn why?" Quorra immediately asked. She sounded worried and her face helped to show this.
"Now, it's nothing to worry about! I managed to talk Clu into being the good guy in order to see our world!" Flynn explained.
"And who're they?" Sam then asked, referring to the two bodies Clu was holding.
"Tron and Rinzler." Flynn answered.
"Wait, what?" Sam said, confused. "I thought Rinzler was Tron."
"We separated their coding and ended up making two!" Flynn explained with a smile. Sam eyed Clu then the twin looking young men.
"What are we gonna do with them? And about you? You can't just show up and expect everyone to be okay with it." Sam pointed out.
"We should talk somewhere else." Flynn said. He looked over to where Clu was still sitting on the floor with Rinzler and Tron and turned to Sam again. "You take Tron and Clu can carry Rinzler upstairs. We'll introduce everyone in my office."
Sam frowned and went over to Clu. He had trouble figuring out which was Tron and which was Rinzler but Clu seemed to have it down. He held Tron forward with his shoulder and Sam managed to carry him up the stairs. Not without an incredible amount of difficulty of course. Clu on the other hand carried Rinzler up like he was a baby.
They all made it into Flynn's office where he, Alan and Quorra pulled off all the plastic on the couches. Clu gently set Rinzler down on one and took a seat next to him. Sam, on the other hand flung Tron down and flung himself on a sofa some ways away from the other programs.
"Careful!" Alan scolded him. Sam simply made a noise and waved him off.
"Alright," Flynn started. "I guess we should start with who everyone is."
Author's Notes: No idea where I came up with this but… I like it. I just love Rinzler so much I couldn't get rid of him! Plus, Sam finally sees his dad and at the end of Legacy and they're just like "No happy ending for you! BOOM! /dead dad." No. Not cool with me. So yeah, I like to think that Rinzler's coding is all magic like and can exist by itself so I did it.
Now quick question! Would you guys get mad if I called Rinzler and Tron the twins? I mean I feel like I shouldn't but at the same time they look exactly alike so I'm like "Should I?" So I need your readers input please! c:
EDIT Author's Notes: Well, after a long absence and MUCH needed rewrite and proof reading, this chapter is being brought out and thus, the fic itself, brought back to life! I would like to thank everyone who had read the last one, even though it was a beautiful example of a fail, and those who are just now joining us!
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I once again APOLOGISE A CONSIDERABLE AMOUNT for not updating for like, a year. I had no idea what I wanted to do for this fic and was busy with school. I hope to be able to update regularly! If not once a week then once every two weeks! I plan on posting another chapter in a couple days that way you all won't be as mad… I hope at least .
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