Disclaimer: I do not own TRON. I bet you knew that, though.

Other disclaimer: This story is based only on the two movies.

It begins at the same moment that Tron: Legacy ends, with Sam and Quorra driving down the street on Sam's motorcycle, with Quorra gazing out at the sunrise.

Chapter 1

Quorra's arms tightened around Sam's chest as they sped toward the outskirts of town. Over the rushing wind, he could just hear her yelling, "Sam! Sam! It's…" She trialed off, having no words to describe her first view of the sun. Sam grinned, gratified that she was impressed. This was Quorra's first day free of the grid, and Sam's last few hours free of the responsibility of running a multi-billion dollar corporation. He had decided to take this time and drive her out to the country, to show her the trees and the sky, and all the other things she had never gotten to see. Later this morning, in addition to starting work at Encom, Sam knew that he would have to find a way to prove Quorra's existence. Getting her a social security number, inventing a birth certificate, and probably finding her a job would only just the beginning of the tasks they would have to do in order to truly bring her to life for the rest of the world. Later, hard work would begin for both of them, but Sam was determined that this morning would be perfect. He had planned out everything they would do. This morning, there would be no responsibilities, no problems.

But there were some things that even Sam, with his far above average intelligence, couldn't plan for.

It happened too fast for Sam to quite process. A moment before, everything had been fine. Quorra had been gazing in wonder out toward the sun coming up over the mountains. Then, a moment later, Quorra's arms had begun to loosen. Instinctively, before he had even had time to truly realize that something was wrong, he began to slow his bike down. This was fortunate, because, a moment later, Quorra let go all together.

"Quorra!" Sam shouted, trying to reach back and grab her, but she was already sliding back off the motorcycle. He heard the thump of her hitting the ground, and brought his bike to a screeching halt. He leapt off the bike without even taking the time to prop it up on its kickstand. As he ran toward Quorra, who lay unmoving on the ground ahead of him, he heard the bike fall to the ground, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that he reach her.

"Quorra!" he yelled again as he dropped onto his hands and knees beside her. "Quorra. Quorra!" He yelled, panic rising in him. Then, his mind caught up with his emotions, and he registered the fact that she was still breathing. He let out a massive sigh of relief, and fell back into a sitting position on the pavement. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down, reminding himself that he couldn't help her if he was panicking. After a moment, when his heart rate had slowed somewhat, he pulled out his cell phone, and dialed 911. He told the operator that his friend had fallen off a motorcycle, and where to find them.

As he sat there beside Quorra, he moved over to her, and looked closely at her. What had happened? He couldn't see any obvious injuries. She didn't seem to be bleeding anywhere, save for a few small nicks and cuts that she had gotten when she hit the ground. It was a good thing that he had slowed down when he had! But why had she let go in the first place?

He leaned closer, and gently laid a hand on her cheek. Almost at once, he pulled it back, staring at her in horror. Her skin had felt cold and clammy, and the hand he had touched her with was covered in sweat. As he looked at her, he saw that she seemed much paler than usual. There were shadows under her eyes that hadn't been there half-an-hour ago when she had climbed on the bike behind him. He stared, unable to believe his eyes. She stirred under his gaze, and half opened her eyes. She looked up at him, and said in a frighteningly weak voice, "Sam? What's happening? Help me…" Then, she collapsed back onto the ground, unconscious.

"Quorra!" he shouted, panic once again filling him. He yelled her name again and again, begging her to wake up. He didn't even hear the sirens as the ambulance pulled up beside him. He didn't notice anything into two paramedics hurried over, carrying a stretcher. A third paramedic gently pulled him out of the way as the other two carried Quorra into the ambulance. The paramedic then guided Sam into the ambulance, and sat down across from him, checking Quorra's vitals.

"What happened?" he asked Sam.

"I think she's sick," Sam said, not really having heard the man's question.

"I think you're right, but what happened?"

"She's sick," Sam said, hardly able to believe his own words.

The paramedic sighed slightly. "Son, tell me the truth. Were you two doing any kind of drugs?"

"She can't be sick!" Sam exclaimed.

The paramedic finally seemed to realize that he wasn't going to get anything helpful out of Sam, and simply said, "Don't worry, son. We'll be at the hospital in just a few minutes. The doctors there will be able to figure out what's wrong, and they'll fix her right up. It'll be alright."

Sam wasn't listening. She couldn't be sick. She just couldn't be. It was impossible. His father had said so. There was no room for illness in the Isos' genetic makeup. What was happening to her?

Just as the paramedic had promised, they reached the hospital quickly. Quorra was rushed into the emergency room, while Sam was left to wait in agony in the waiting room. After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor called him into the hall. She was a tall, middle aged woman with a serious demeanor, but she was looking at him with compassion.

"First," she began, "You will be happy to know that she was not harmed in the fall from the motorcycle at all, besides a few minor bruises and scrapes."

"So what is wrong with her?" Sam demanded. "Is she sick? With what? Can you cure it?"

The doctor held up a hand to stem the tide of questions. "Calm down, Mr…"

"Flynn. Sam Flynn."

"Calm down, Mr. Flynn. Your—friend—isn't sick."

Sam stared at her. "If she's not sick, why did Quorra pass out in the middle of the road?"

The doctor smiled. "Quorra, did you say her name was? Well, Mr. Flynn, Ms. Quorra is almost four months pregnant."

Sam's jaw dropped. The doctor went on, "For some reason, the baby seems to be drawing more nutrients than usual from the mother. This caused a nutrient deficiency in her, which lead to her collapse. We aren't sure why the baby is taking so many nutrients, but once we learn the cause of the problem, hopefully we will be able to correct it. In the mean time, we are giving her extra nutrients to compensate."

Sam was still stuck on her first statement. "Four months?" He gasped. The doctor nodded. "That's impossible!" He exclaimed. "She wasn't pregnant at all when we left the house this morning!"

The doctor smiled in an understanding way. "No, dear, I'm afraid that's impossible. If she's four months pregnant now, she must have been four months pregnant then. Now, are there any health concerns from either of you that we should know about? Particularly if they could be related to her current condition?"

"It isn't mine," Sam said absently. How could she be pregnant at all, let alone four months? Surely she would have noticed something before now.

The doctor was talking again, still in her understanding tone, but this time, with a touch of irritation. "Now, I know that this has come as a shock to you, but you need to understand that if you have been having sex, even with protection, there's a chance that…"

Sam interrupted her. "You don't understand. We just met a day ago! We haven't had any sex!" Without realizing it, Sam had started shouting. Her patronizing tone had grated his already worn nerves. He heard a gasp from behind him. He turned round to see a scandalized looking woman, holding the hand of her child, whose other hand was in a cast. He turned back toward the doctor, embarrassed. She too was looking somewhat shocked. Sam thought that she was probably wondering why two people who were clearly not related and who had just met were living together.

Sam sighed, closing his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself. "I'm sorry," he said, "I'm sorry. I was just so worried about her. Poor Quorra…" He looked back up at the doctor. "Can I see her now?"

The doctor still looked skeptical, but it seemed she decided to have mercy on him. "Alright," she said. "She isn't conscious yet, but she should wake up soon. This way." The doctor began walking down the hall, and Sam followed. She lead him into Quorra's room, and then left him, pulling the door shut behind her. She called as she left, "If you need anything, just ring for the nurse." Sam ignored her, so she pulled the door shut.

Sam looked at Quorra. She still looked pale, but she did look healthier. How had this happened? Sam wondered as he looked at her. She was clearly showing through the hospital gown, and yet neither of them had noticed anything that morning, or before she had left the grid. Could someone even get pregnant on the grid? Sam wouldn't have thought so, but obviously they could. He wondered if his dad had encountered this in his time on the grid. Suddenly, Sam sat up. That was it! His dad! How could he have forgotten? He had downloaded all of his father's research and journals onto his phone from the computer in the arcade. If his father had witnessed this, or even if he had theorized about it (and, Sam remembered, his dad's theories often turned out to be right), Sam had access to it on his phone. He pulled his cell out, and clicked, "Search all files".

"Ok, dad," he said to no one in particular, "What have you got for me?"

Well, there's the first chapter for you! Most of the chapters will be pretty short, but that will hopefully mean that I will be able to get them up quickly. Please read and review!