Sorry this took a little bit, school's a bit hectic and I'm trying to keep my grades up. Now we get to the birth of our protagonist, those of you who've read Son of Tron know how well Tron takes Yori being in labor...well, he still takes it just as well. :) Also, the Archives will be featuring one or two voices depending on the chapter. They'll be easy to figure out who's speaking, but it's just a little fun for me to write.

Chapter 2

Welcome To The Grid

Accessing Archive Data…

Yori is getting rounder with every passing millicycle. Our child will be here soon…I do not know if I should be frightened or excited. The Grid is a dangerous place just as much as it is beautiful. Our child will be strong, whether he will inherit my skills or his mother's remains unseen…

I hope it is the latter…

Accessing Archive Data…

Our son is getting bigger. I think he will take after his father…judging how strong he is becoming. Like Flynn said, he'll probably be a Monitor. I hope that's true, Tron and Anon could use some help out there…there's been unrest between the ISOs and Basics and some have been pretty bad. Nothing deadly yet, but I worry. Quorra came by with Jalen and Radia. She seems interested in our son, Flynn's teased Tron about it but Tron's brushed it off. Jalen's gone into the tournament…he hasn't lost yet and he's looking to compete against Tron. Knowing that ISO, he's not going to back down from a challenge.

Tron's brushed it off that our son will be like him…but I don't think he's right…

I've been hearing things. Based on how Tron's described it in the past, I think it's the Grid that's talking…but that's ridiculous, right?

By the time Tron got back from his patrol, he looked awful. The Monitor's reddish brown hair was disheveled and his normally bright blue-white circuits were a dim grey-blue.

"Rough patrol?" Yori asked, shifting her slender body so that Tron would be able to collapse on the couch next to her.

"You have no idea," he murmured, sitting down gracefully and closing his steely-blue eyes.

Yori gave a soft nod before running her fingers through the back of his reddish hair, making a soft, rumbling purr sound off from the Monitor. The Simulations Program gave a soft laugh while one of Tron's eyes cracked open.

"It's not funny," he growled, "It's not like I can help it,"

"But it's so much fun to tease you," Yori purred, gently rubbing her fingertips on the back of Tron's head, making his purr rumble even louder.

The Monitor moved suddenly and gently pressed his lips against those of his counterpart, making her circuits turn a soft, pale lavender to complement his burning deep violet.

"…What were we talking about?" Yori murmured as Tron pulled back and wrapped his arms around her and their child.

"Don't worry about it," he told her, hiding his smirk.

"Works every time," he thought.

As the end of the cycle drew near, Tron started noticing that some of Yori's behaviors had started to change. Not her personality…but rather some of her physical behaviors. For one…her hearing had gotten astronomically better, Tron couldn't sneak up on her and surprise her anymore. Her reaction time had quickened, catching a falling glass after her elbow had sent it towards the floor. But the one that got Tron was that she was somehow hearing the Grid's voice. He'd brushed it off as nothing at first, but when she was suddenly able to sense danger and grabbed Jordan out of the way when a cable holding some large beams snapped…Tron figured something was up.

The Monitor carefully made his way through their home, trying to find his counterpart…

"I know you're there, Tron," Yori called, "I'm in the kitchen,"

The Monitor gave a nod and walked towards said room, seeing Yori with her back towards him. The Simulations Program turned around, smiling as he came closer.

"I'm glad you're home," she told him, "It's been a long day,"

"Yori…" Tron started, "You told me you had been able to hear the Grid's voice…when did that start?"

Yori grabbed her arm, her circuits dimming slightly but looking more blue than ever.

"Beginning of the Cycle," she murmured, "I think…I think it's him, not me. I think I'm able to hear Her just because he's going to be able to. Tron, I think he's going to be a Monitor like you,"

Tron shook his head.

"I'd rather he didn't," he admitted, looking away, "It's a dangerous place…and being a Monitor…he'll be killed very easily because he won't be prepared for it,"

"He'll have you and Anon to teach him," Yori countered, "Tron, he will be fine, I'm…"

She cut off, her face grimacing, but Tron didn't notice.

"Sure, I know," he sighed, still not looking at her and ignoring the shudders that the Grid was giving, "I just…I don't want to lose him or you,"

"Tron…" Yori started.

"It's foolish to think that, I know," he continued, "But it's better to be safe than…"

"Tron!" Yori groaned, her knees giving out and she hit the floor while the Grid shook violently.

The Monitor leapt into action, picking up his counterpart and noting the pale, glimmering bits of code that dripped down as he did.

"Yori…what's wrong?" he questioned, checking her over but seeing no wounds, "Where are you hurt?"

"The baby…" she gasped as she shuddered, "Tron, he's coming!"

Tron had gotten Yori to the hospital straight away. Anon had felt the tremors and had told Flynn and Jordan that the child was on his way, so the three of them…along with Clu and some of Tron's team…met them there. A crowd had gathered outside the hospital doors, the Grid was putting on a show, the lights dimming and then brightening to almost unbearable light. Rumors started to spread that their Champion's son was about to be born…so the whole of the population came outside to hopefully get a glimpse of what could be their new Monitor. Jordan and a few of the medics immediately took Yori as soon as she and Tron arrived…making Tron stay outside.

The Monitor…well, let's just say he didn't take being separated from his counterpart very well. At all. It started with the pacing back and forth like a tiger in its cage…then Yori went into labor and started screaming.

Flynn suppressed the smile he wanted to give as he held Tron back from the doors. Like he had told the Monitor many cycles ago… It'd probably take five security Programs, himself and Clu to hold Tron back if Yori ever went into labor. He was wrong…

It took four Security Programs (Nike, Reeve, Dyson, and Hayden), Clu, himself, and Anon to hold Tron back. The Monitor was not a happy camper. Yori's labor had been going on for nearly half a millicycle. Any longer and Flynn would have to leave and get to the Portal…and he didn't want to leave. The birth of his best friend's son…

And his best friend was acting exactly like his User had when his kid was born.

"Why. Won't. You. Sit. STILL!?" Clu gasped as he strained to pull the much stronger Monitor backwards.

"It's Tron," Anon deadpanned, yelping as Tron lunged again, "He's more stubborn than we are!"

"Both of you, knock it off!" Flynn ordered, "Just focus on keeping him from hurting himself!"

"Let. Go. Flynn," came the chilling growl from the Monitor.

"Not a chance," Flynn told him, grunting as Tron struggled and accidently elbowed him in the stomach, "Ouch! Geeze! You and Alan seem to have the sharp elbows in common!"

Yori gave another scream, making Tron renew his attack on the doors.

"Oh no you don't!" Flynn growled, "Dyson! Watch out for his hand!"

There was a smacking sound and Dyson gave a low growl of pain, his scarred face twisted into a grimace. Tron had accidently backhanded him…on the unwounded side, thankfully.

"You never told us he would do this," Reeve deadpanned, "Users, he's a lot stronger than he looks!"

There was another scream…which abruptly quit, being replaced with a high-pitched wail. Tron froze, his blindingly blue-white circuits dimming to a barely lit gleam. Jordan walked out, her calm, blue gaze looking on the gathering with slight amusement as they all let go of the suddenly still Monitor. She turned her gaze towards Tron.

"You can go in now," she told him, "She's waiting for you…they both are actually,"

Flynn gave his friend a gentle push, nearly knocking the Monitor over. Tron shot him a look before slowly making his way into the room.

Yori was laying on a bed, her long, blonde hair pulled up out of her face, her circuits flickered weakly, but she looked up at her counterpart with a happy smile. She turned her face down towards the bundle in her arm.

"Here's your Daddy," she cooed, lifting the bundle up higher as Tron approached, "And here is our son,"

Tron's steely blue gaze scanned over the tiny child in Yori's arms, over the sweet little face, the reddish-brown curls that refused to lay flat…at the arresting steel-blue gaze that immediately lasered in on him.

"You're going to be like your father," Yori smiled, gently touching the child's nose.

The boy cooed softly as he reached for her, transfixed by the lock of corn-silk blonde hair that dangled in front of Yori's nose. He gripped it and yanked, getting a startled 'oh!' from Yori (and a soft laugh from Tron) before she gently took his tiny hand in hers.

"You're a strong little guy, aren't you?" she murmured before looking back up at Tron and holding the child out to him.

Tron gingerly took the tiny child and held him close.

"Hello, little one," he murmured softly as the child reached for him, patting his nose.

A shudder ran through Tron's frame and the boy froze…

"Welcome to the Grid, little Monitor,"

The boy gave a wondering cry and looked around for the source of the voice. Tron turned to Yori and smiled.

"He's a Monitor," he stated, "There are three of us now,"

"The Grid will be a lot safer now," Yori laughed as Tron came back with the child, "We still have to name him, you know,"

"He's so small," Tron murmured, not paying attention.

"Tron…"

"Hmm?" Tron started, looking back up at Yori.

"Name?" she asked.

"Oh…right…"

Yori gave a laugh and grinned at her counterpart.

"He's not even a nano old and he has you wrapped around his little fingers,"

Tron shot her an apologetic look before gently brushing the boy's bangs away from his steel-blue eyes.

"Beck," he said suddenly.

"What?" Yori asked.

"Beck," Tron repeated, "His name is Beck,"

Yori smiled and nodded.

"That sounds like the perfect name," she told him, "You going to introduce him to the rest of the Grid?"

"I was going to wait for you to get feeling well enough to walk," Tron stated, looking back down at the tiny child, unable to take his eyes off him.

"Tron-JA-307020," Yori chastised teasingly, "You just wanted to keep the baby to yourself!"

"Maybe," Tron admitted, "Yori, he's perfect,"

"And ours," Yori agreed, "But, the Grid has the right to know that the Monitor's son has arrived…they've certainly heard him…and me!"

"Fine then," Tron sighed, "Are you…?"

"Go on," Yori nodded, smiling tiredly, "You should be the one revealing the newest Monitor to the Grid, not me,"

"Very well,"

The Monitor started to walk out of the room, still holding the boy. He opened the doors and revealed his son to the Grid's light and to the other assembled Programs and User.

Tron walked to Flynn and the User gave a bright smile, looking at his friend for permission. Tron gave a smile and shook his head.

"Flynn, you don't have to ask permission," he said as the User gently stroked the dark-haired child's unruly hair, "I want you all to meet Beck, the Grid's third Monitor,"

Anon came close and tentatively reached out, just for Beck's steely-blue eyes to flutter open and lock onto him. The baby's tiny hand reached out and batted against Anon's fingers, making the older Monitor smile.

"Heh, he's a strong little guy," the Flynn Monitor chuckled, "Clu, come check the little guy out, he's kinda cute,"

The Admin came close just for Beck's gaze to laser in on him as well. Clu blinked at the intensity in the baby's face…it looked young and old all at the same time…just like Anon's tended to do.

"I see he's got Tron's looks," Clu deadpanned while the others crowded in to see, "He's sure got the 'stare' downpat,"

Nike gave a snort as Tron let her hold the baby while Hayden, Dyson and Reeve all crowded around her to see him.

"He's so sweet," she cooed as Beck gummed on Dyson's finger.

"Ow," Dyson grumbled, removing his finger, "I'd hate to see what would happen if he had teeth,"

"We'll teach him not to bite when he gets older," Hayden chuckled, "I just hope he keeps some of that humor,"

"Don't worry, Beck," Reeve smiled, "between all of us…we're going to make sure you keep your sense of humor,"

"Reeve…" Tron sighed as Flynn took Beck.

"God, he's smaller than Sam was," he whispered, "He's a bit bigger than Jalen and Radia's daughter was, but still…"

Tron took his son back and held him close before walking to the balcony.

"Alright, little one, time for the Grid to meet you," Tron whispered as he looked at the city below.

Beck gave a little laugh and patted his father's armor…a soft gentle purr thrumming from the boy. Tron gave a smile and pressed his forehead to his son's, his own purr rumbling gently.

"Welcome to the Grid, my son,"

Next time, is a dark time in the Tron franchise...I bet you guys know what it is...

I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)

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Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.