By: Ciel Elleira Sky
Disclaimer: I own nothing of these characters except for both Syler (the bad guy) and the main character Samantha, which is portrayed as me! Knito and Scarlet are also mine btw ^^
Summary She was born from both worlds, but eventually pulled away from the world she desperately wanted to meet.
The stories consumed her.
The world she lived in felt unreal to her.
She needed to meet this other world, and meet it, she did.
Little did she know that sooner or later, she will have to choose which world she will stay in.
Warnings: T, language and some cute scenes between pairing.
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Tron: Savior.
Ch. 01- Samantha Flynn
Nearing the edge of a building towering above a city, we see a tall slim figure sitting on the ledge, staring down at the city beneath her feet. She smiled at it, would it be like this?
Her name was Samantha Flynn, daughter to Sam Flynn and yes, grand-daughter to Kevin Flynn the master programmer and creator of the Grid. She had a good reputation as well, ever since childhood after being told many stories of the Grid, of her grand-father's journeys and even her fathers, she became almost obsessed with the fact, that there is another world out there that she wants to see for herself.
Shall we go take a closer look?
She smiled widely, standing up, stretching.
Her black uniform stretched with her, the buckles making each a sound with the movement.
Yes, lets.
Let's see what is so impressive about this other world grand-father spent all his life creating.
"Alan!" Samantha yelled from the apartment building.
An aged Alan stepped into the living room and smiled when he got to see her standing there, a bag of take-out in hand, "I see you have supper for us"
"Don't I always, gramps?" She winked at him.
"And don't I always tell you to not call me that?" He frowned at her, "You make me sound very old"
"Isn't that the case? Or would you prefer I call you old man?" She smiled, setting the bag down on the table.
"No, no...I hate that" He shook his head at the mere mention of that sur-name.
"Well then, either you let me call you Alan or gramps" I offered, setting the food down.
"I would prefer you would call me Alan but ever since you were a child you have been calling my grand-father" He leaned against the wall, staring at her.
"That's because you were the only person close to me, the only man that was older...obviously, I thought you were you grand-father. I guess it just stuck even now" Samantha sat down on the chair and looked up at Alan, "Would you care to join me, Alan-1?"
Alan smiled widely at the girl, "Don't let your father hear you say that name, you know what happened last time"
"Oh trust me; you don't have to remind me. He made it perfectly clear that he did not want me to get my head filled with anything but my studies. My world is this one, forget about the other world. I remember him saying" I sighed, "I just never understand him"
"He's worried about you, ever since you were in your diapers you always thought about those stories he would tell you about. He was afraid that it would come to distract you from your studies for the future" Alan sat in front of her and picked up the chop sticks, "its normal for a parent to worry about their only child"
"A parent that never sees me anymore" She sighed deeply.
"Samantha, we already explained to you why that is the case" He frowned.
"I know, I know...the company is in dire need of him...you are about to make history but seriously Alan, I just wish he would come home once in a while. Even mom is becoming a wreck"
"I know sweetie, I know it's hard" Alan gazed at her with gentle eyes, "I hope I can support you until the day comes where your father can come back and be a father to you"
"Until then, I don't have much of a choice Alan" She smiled, "You're the best"
"I know" He chuckled. He looked upon Flynn's grand-daughter and his gaze softened, sad almost, "Sammy?"
Her bright blue eyes looked up at him in wonder.
"I actually have something for you, here" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a USB key, that was attached to a necklace, "This was your fathers, he gave it to me for safe keeping but...I haven't had the time to check out what's inside. I was thinking of handing it over to one of my directors but...since you have nothing to do with your life but cause trouble, might as well get you to try it out"
"Admit it, you just know I am good with computers" She leaned into him.
"No, you are good with anything electronic. Just like your father" Alan smiled.
"Just like grand-father" She smiled back.
"Indeed" He nodded, "So, will you accept this and come back to me once you find out what's its contents?"
"Sure, I got time" Samantha grabbed the USB and examined it; "Do I have a fixed date?"
"For you, never" He smiled at her, "Just don't lose it, alright?"
"Yes gramps!" She giggled when he groaned in annoyance.
"Good thing you are a cutie, cuz I would have sowed that mouth of yours together by now" He frowned at her. Samantha's eyes widened, before she covered her mouth with her hand, "No way! You wouldn't"
"I would have, but it would be a shame to ruin that face of yours" He smiled, resting against his knuckles. She smiled widely at him, "You are such a flirt!"
"Don't tell your father, he'll kill me" Alan laughed with her.
"He would kill you, he really would" She laughed, "I would love to see that happen!"
"Not funny anymore kiddo" Alan glared at her, "Your father can be quite menacing when it comes to his baby girl"
It was her turn to glare at him, "Don't call me that Alan"
"Fine, fine, hurry up and finish eating, I don't want your mother freaking out on how late you get home" Alan stood up and picked up the dishes.
"Mom is always freaking out Alan" Samantha stretched.
"She's not used to this world yet Sammy, no matter how many years passed, its different for her, she knows what danger lurks here, and she's afraid for her daughter" Alan tried to reason with her.
"Maybe but I mean come on, I am a grown woman now!" Samantha stood up and threw her back pack over her shoulder.
"Call me when you get home" He told her.
"That almost sounded like an order Alan" She arched her eye brow at him, eyeing him. Alan's gaze found hers and he stared at her seriously, "It is"
"Whatever, thanks for the chat" She waved at him.
"Thanks for the supper" He waved back at her as she neared the door. She opened the door and stopped when Alan called out to her from the kitchen, "Oh and Samantha?"
She looked at him in wonder, "Yeah?"
"Say hi to Quorra for me" He smiled.