Title: Running with Blood On Our Knees
Author: Myde the Turk
Fandom: Tron
Rating: T, though it will vary
Summary: Sam's a hacker, Ed's a programmer. Yet despite a few bumps and bruises, they get along fairly well
Warnings: Pretty much what you can expect, Sam's a bit of a delinquent, Ed's a hipster, and they have minds of their own.
Disclaimer: If I owned Tron, there would be much more gay, Ram would still be alive, and Alan would have been on the Grid. Plus the story would have actually been about Tron.
Notes: I'm writing a 30 day OTP challenge, and because I'm a multi-shipping whore, and since Sam/Ed is one of my underappreciated pairings, I'm giving my fellow shippers some love. Enjoy.
Holding hands
"Flynn."
"Junior."
Neither was willing to break eye contact first by looking away. Fortunately they were saved from the indignity of giving in by Alan's annoyed, faintly disapproving grumble of "Boys, do I have to get the spray bottle?" Satisfied with their disinclination to get needlessly damp, Alan settled in his chair behind his desk in the office Sam had guilted him into taking. For a moment, he watched the two young men standing on the other side of the desk resolutely not looking at each other. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose and thought.
An idea came to him. It had worked on Roy and Kevin when Kevin had irritated Roy to no end somehow. Alan just prayed that it would work on these two. "Reintroduce yourselves." When he received two blank stares, he continued, "Shake hands, tell each other your names. You're meeting each other for the first time, make the most of it."
Both of them sighed and turned toward each other, extending their hands.
"Hi, I'm Sam Flynn."
"I'm Edward Dillinger, Jr."
The fact that the handshake lasted a short while longer than it normally would have didn't get past Alan at all.