Just a short little thing I wrote. I really wanted to do something in the Tron Universe, so...here it is. Enjoy :)
"So you're the one who caused this mess?"
White and blue, with a symbol that was painfully familiar. It wasn't him, Sam knew that. Tron had fallen into the sea after his sudden dash of heroism. Quora told him there was no coming back after something like that.
"Well uhh." Sam said. He tapped his fingers on the glass of his drink. "That was actually my dad, but yeah, I was apart of it." The tron look-alike just looked confused at that. Sam mentally slapped himself. Programs didn't have dads.
Thankfully, the program didn't push for an answer. "Do you think you'll be able to fix it up? Make the grid's...engine run smooth again?"
"Yeah, I uh, think so." Sam hoped so, but he wasn't about to tell that to the protege of freakin' Rinzler.
The program looked about as convinced as Sam was confident.
A moment passed in silence before the program spoke. "What was he like in the end?" He was staring at his drink, a far away look in his eyes. Sam swallowed and tried to think of a good answer. What could he say about the lightjet that suddenly destroyed it's comrades? What could he say about the vicious predator who had hunted him down, and the shadow that had watched his father through the jet glass? What could he say about the faint blue he saw under the water where Tron fell?
"They didn't send him after me. " Not-Tron said, still staring at the glass. "He recognized me the first time. They were arrogant to send an experiment so fresh out of reprograming, but they had reason to be."
"Did he hurt you?" Sam asked. The User didn't understand much about the new grid, but he was pretty sure "They" meant Clu's regime. He didn't know what reprogramming meant either, but if it managed to change Tron the hero into...whatever Rinzler was, it probably wasn't good.
The program let out a bitter laugh. "Hurt me? He nearly killed me. One more blow, and he could have finished me off but-" He trailed off.
"He let you go."
"He got up and left me to stumble away. Not a word, he just watched." The program finished quietly, something like grief in his voice. He sighed, and ran a hand through his spiky, brown hair.
Sam still didn't have an answer. Kevin would have had one. He probably did the moment Rinzler saw him through the windows of the lightjets. But Sam didn't.
"What's your name?" Sam said, glancing at the weary program. "And don't say 'Tron'. I want to actually know."
The program looked, eyes narrowed at the User for a moment. Sam began to worry that he offended him before the program smiled. For the first time, Sam saw the color of his eyes, chocolate brown.
"My name's Beck."