Disclaimer: don't own Tron, and all its branches, yadda yadda yadda yadda.

So, I defeated the game TRON: Evolution, got wicked pissed at the ending, decided that I was so unhappy, I'd go as far as making this. BRINGING EVERYONE BACK FROM THE DEAD.

AHA. AHAHA.

Yay. Zombie programs and stuff.

I'm on a roll today.

Main pairing: Abraxas x Anon

Side: Slight Anon x Quorra and Tronzler x Sam


Alive…?


Everything was going, and he could hear CLU's voice in the background screaming at him. Abraxas had fallen, the virus was gone. Anon turned his head and picked up the fallen Quorra, turning to see the Recognizers falling and crashing.

It was the only way out in this entire maze, wasn't it? It was for Quorra. It was for Flynn. It was for the fallen brothers, Tron and Gibson. Anon quickly made sure that the ISO was secured over his shoulders, watching the building quickly collapse.

And he ran.

There was a split moment when he was airborne, grasping onto the Recognizer, catching Quorra on her way down. The building fell. Was it truly the end of the Abraxas virus? Anon could only hope as he watched the structure go down.

Within moments, he too, with Quorra were swirling down into the Outlands. The crash was a miracle that he wasn't crushed right away. But when he hit the hard ground, it wasn't too long before the metal beast was on top of him.

He remembered seeing Quorra wake up. She was alive? Good. Maybe Flynn could find her. Anon felt himself smile on the inside, watching as his hand dissolved, his lights dimming. How he wished he could say how he would miss her.

Rebooting…

Reboot at 32%...

45%...

94%...

Reboot complete.

Activate Security Monitor Program.

Name: Anonymous

Function: Unknown

If Anon were a User, he'd gasp and arch his back, but he had no lun…

Wait.

The Program bolted upright, staring down at his hands. Where was the black? He saw his circuits, but where was his clad clothing? He continued to look himself over, his circuits were all still there. He grabbed his head.

Hair.

Hair?

No!

Anon felt his body, feeling only the circuits and User skin, like Flynn's. He was based off of a User? He had a body? This entire time, he thought he was only metal, a program. Anon went to get and stopped.

He was alive? He was still functional? He felt the Recognizer crash on him, he knew he had been derezzed. How was it possible? Was Flynn there?

Anon felt his face to find a mouth, trying to open it and scream out for help. No words though. He was still a mute. For a moment there, he had hoped he'd be able to voice opinions with words, like how Gibson did, or Quorra.

Quorra. Anon remembered her. Her beautiful blue eyes and her gentle smile. Her weird-ass cropped hair-cut that Anon always wanted to play with and braid. Anon liked Quorra, he missed her. Was she okay? Did Flynn find her?

It was now that Anon started to take in his surroundings. He was in an old room; that seemed all too familiar to him. But yet, it was if it were only a lie. The Basic tried to take it all in, trying hard to focus on the room rather than the fresh images in his head from the battle with Abraxas.

That's when he once more realized, that there was no possible way for him to get up from the dead and make his way to a safe room. Someone had to have put him here. Flynn? It had to be Flynn.

Anon flung his legs out, jumping at the sight of toes. When did he have toes? Toes, such a strange thing on a User. The Basic wiggled them around, feeling the corners of his lips rise into a small smile. He never knew he had toes before, always boots.

Finally, pulling himself back, the program stood, wobbling a bit and falling down. Maybe he hadn't fully recharged yet, and he need more time? Anon quietly grabbed the corner of what seemed to be a desk of some sort and lifted himself up, using it as support. And when Anon thought he was free of distractions, he was captured by another.

It was… him? His reflection? A narrow jaw with full lips, green eyes and a messy head of blonde-brown hair. What? He had a face? But he was always a helmet. A reflective helmet! This was impossible!

Anon lifted one hand, touching his face, spotting some of his glowing circuits, following them down to his sternum which is where they disappeared beneath a baggy black shirt, and popped back at his feet after a pair of… pants…

These could not be pants. They clung to him like his normal uniform, but they were blue-ish in colour and they wrinkled. He felt so… User-like. Anon shook his head as he gripped the wall and made his way out of the room, following a fairly long, light-blue lit hallway.

The program paused for a moment, looking around the corner and spotting a familiar blue glow. Blue eyes, black hair. A small mark on the bicep.

Quorra.

Anon almost felt the joy overwhelm him as he tried to walk to her, only to fall down. Quorra noticed him and rushed to his side.

"Hey there Monitor," she smiled as she helped the program up and brought him over to the couch, gently placing him down and handing him a bright blue drink. "Drink this," she said with a smile, her blue eyes glimmering. "It'll help with your recharge."

Anon took the drink in one hand and gently touched Quorra's cheek. She's alive. She found Flynn. Flynn!

Anon shoved the liquid down his throat and stood up, beginning to look for Flynn. Where was he? He had to be here if Quorra was here! He had to be!

"He's dead, Monitor," Anon heard the ISO whisper behind him. The program turned, and locked gazes. "Kevin Flynn… died. He died while stopping CLU. But his legacy is still living. His son, Sam Flynn, he's here with us now. Everything is better."

Anon looked at her and walked up to her, his body higher than hers by the slightest.

"Flynn's gone," she whispered, her face soon buried in the baggy shirt. One of Anon's hands reached up and gently patted her lop-sided hair, twirling it between his fingers. He could play with it. He was able to do this now… And yet, she… she was sad. They stood there for a few moments before Quorra raised her head and looked up Anon.

"Would you like your normal clothes back?" she asked softly, Anon nodding in response. "Sorry. Sam had to take them off because the circuit spots were broken a-and… I can't believe you're alive Monitor… You saved my life. I know that if you ever meed to be saved, I will do whatever it takes to save your life too."

Anon smiled down to Quorra, gently kissing her forehead, a small spark appearing as the ISO giggled softly and helped remove the baggy clothing and put on his normal black-clad uniform, without the helmet. That made Anon feel so much better. These were his own clothes, with the circuit holster fixed of course.

The Basic pointed to his head, as if asking for his helmet.

"That, we don't have," Quorra sighed softly. "We lost it in the crash, Tron might be—"

Anon quickly grabbed Quorra's shoulders and looked at her in the eyes. Tron was alive too? He was still here? His eyes were the ones bombarding her with all these questions.

"I forgot… you didn't know…" she sighed. "You've been asleep for over 20 years, Monitor. Here… just, sit down. I'll explain everything to you."


First chapter wooo~ I feel AWESOME.

Just an intro. Abraxas won't come into the equation until later broski's.

-E-Y