2 Years Later

Sam's P.O.V.

I grab Quorra's hand and lead her back into Flynn's Arcade. Before, she had been demanding not to come with. But she never told me why.

"Why do we have to go?" She whines. I roll my eyes and just lead her over by the Tron game.

"I just need to grab a few things out of the office," I explain. I move the Tron game out of the way and open the door. Quorra hesitates, but follows me down the stairs and into the office.

I stand in the middle of the office, remembering 2 years ago when I was brought to the Grid. Quorra puts a hand on my shoulder and gives me a look. I sigh, and grab the pictures on the bulletin board and put them in a box. Quorra puts a hand on my shoulder and sighs. I look down at her and push a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"Let's get out of here," I say gently.

Quorra says, "Good." I laugh a little but and furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Why do you want to leave so badly?"

"Memories," She says after a moment. I nod and link my arm around hers.

Then the worst happens.

The room turns black, pitch black. Quorra shrieks and grabs onto my arm, her cheek brushing mine. Soon, I can see again and Quorra loosens her grip a little. I say, "Oh God." Quorra gasps and closes her eyes, hoping that it is all just a dream.

"This can't be happening!" Quorra exclaims.

But it is happening.

We are back in front of the portal. Quorra and I have the same outfits on that we had on last time we were here. I feel my back, and I have my disk. It all looks the same, like the explosion never happened. I run where I last saw my father. All I see is a disk that isn't lighten up.

"Must be the one Kevin had before he . . .," Quorra starts, but she doesn't finish. "What's happening?"

"I have no idea, but we should leave, and warn Alan," I say.

"He was right," Quorra says. "He was right about what Clu. About everything!" She rubs her eyes; her makeup doesn't smear at all, though.

I sigh, not knowing what to do. Who knows how long the portal will be open now. Clu could have made it so it closes in 5, maybe 10 minutes. I scratch my head and mentally whack my brain to come up with an idea.

"Sam," Quorra says. I look up from my feet to see Program's coming our way. They light up red and orange and their faces are covered up by their helmets. "What do we do?"

"Go back to the portal, slowly," I whisper in her ear. Slowly, we walk backwards back into the portal, and I take our disks and raise them up.

"Get back here!" The Programs yell. They reach their hands out, but it's no use. We are already teleporting back.

Quorra's P.O.V.

Sam drags me to ENCOM where he says Alan is working. The place is big and is full of touch screen computers and people dressed in expensive suits and pants. Most of them have glasses on, or their faces are disguised by their cell phones. The ceilings are high and the floors give a reflection.

"Are you sure he's here?" I ask. Sam nods and links his arm around mine and leads me into a large room.

The room has a big wide table with chairs surrounding it. A big screen is placed in front of the table and a man with grey hair and glasses sits at the table. His computer is placed in front of him and he turns towards us.

"I hate to say this but," He starts, "I told you so!"

Sam shakes his head and brings me over to him. I never officially met this Alan person, but Sam talks about him all the time. I figured he was an important part of Sam's life.

"Alan, this is Quorra," Sam says. I wave a little, feeling overwhelmed. Alan smiles at me, though.

"Hello Quorra," He greets. "How are you enjoying your new life here?"

"I like it," I say softly. Sam rubs my arm and suddenly, I feel much safer. "So, are you able to help us?"

Alan sighs and closes his computer. He takes his glasses off and looks at us with a grave look on his face. Alan stands up and turns towards Sam, his eyes not meeting Sam's. He says, "Follow me, Sam." I cock my head in confusion, not knowing why I can't come.

"Can Quorra come?" Sam asks. Alan sighs.

"I don't think so," Alan says.

"How come?" I ask. I feel myself getting angry. "I've been in the Grid longer then Sam! Probably longer than you!" Sam puts a hand on my shoulder to calm me down, but I just shake it off.

"I'm sorry if I offended you, but I just need to talk to Sam for a moment. Nothing personal." I crossed my arms, not liking how I was being treated. "C'mon, Sam."

"I'll be right back, don't worry," Sam says. I nod and he follows Alan out of the room.

Sam's P.O.V.

I follow Alan out of the room, wondering what is so important that he couldn't tell Quorra. I look back at Quorra who looks hurt. I've never seen her like this before. She waved and I waved back and continued to follow Alan. I hear a small whimper from Quorra. She must not know what it's like to be treated differently because she is a girl.

Alan turns towards me and sighs, he says, "You have to kill Clu."

I scoff and stare at him. "And you couldn't say this in front of Quorra?" I turn to walk back to her but Alan grabs my arm.

"Listen, she won't be much help. You have to find Clarissa, the toughest and strongest girl on the Grid. Quorra will be useless for this."

I gape at him, not knowing how he can say that. I just shake my head and walk back into the board room. Quorra stares at me and walks towards me.

"What happened?" She asks.

"We have to kill Clu," I say. She nods, knowing that would be the only way.

I hear footsteps and Alan says, "You can find Clarissa just outside the game arena. But watch out for Clu, he has her locked away in a chamber in a deep sleep."

"How does she wake up?" Quorra asks.

"When you release her from the chamber, she will reboot and then wake up," Alan explains, then leaves the room.

Our journey begins now.

Author's Note:

I don't –sob- own Tron: Legacy:( . (But I do own Clarissa!)

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