Alright, here begins the relationship conflicts... :/

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my friend XxQueenOfDarknessxX. Jai, I'm honored completely that you trusted me to confide in, and I'm glad that we're friends. And yes, I would totally walk into Target in my Tron Daft Punk shirt, Tron hat, Tron jacket, with my ElecTRONica bag over my shoulder and disc in hand screaming "WHERE ARE THE BATONS?"

Disclaimer: After writing a good hundred of these for various stories... NO I DO NOT FREAKING OWN IT!

Cassie's POV

I smiled, seeing Wes and Rinzler walk in. They looked like they had discussed a lot. I made my way over to them, ruffling Wes' hair and hugging Rinzler. "Welcome home," I murmured.

Rinzler smiled weakly. "Yeah." He sighed. I frowned at him. "Don't ask."

I heard Claire and Wes start talking and go in their room. Taking Rinzler's hand, I walked to the couch, sitting down. He sat next to me, sighing. "How bad?"

"I told you not to ask." He looked out the window. "I feel like that worst dad in the world, Cassie. He kept asking if I ever actually cared about you and him and Claire. He kept asking why I didn't go back to my original programming. He kept asking why I wasn't helping you get out of here." His voice cracked. "I'm a terrible father." He buried his face in his hands.

"First of all, you are not a terrible father." I put my hand on his shoulder. "It'll blow over, Rinz. Just… We have to let him deal with it in his own way." I leaned my head on him for a second.

"And what if it doesn't?" He sighed, looking at me.

"Then we can worry when that time comes." I stood up, heading over to the mini bar. "Until that day, we don't worry too much about it," I said, pouring myself a drink.

"That's another thing, Cass." He walked over, leaning on the bar. "You've been drinking a lot more."

I raised an eyebrow. "I know." I took a sip of my drink.

"Cassie, I just worry about you sometimes." He sounded upset.

I nodded, finishing my drink and leaving the glass on the counter. "I know, Rinz. I just… Never mind." I sighed, frowning. "I'm going to bed early." I kissed him on the cheek. "Night."

Quietly, I walked to my kids' room. I heard them arguing, pausing right outside their door.

"Claire, we can't ignore it anymore. We just… Mom's been getting worse. We can't just pretend it's not happening!"

"I know, I know, Wes." I heard Claire sigh. "I remember that one time Dad took me out with him, he pointed out an old I/O tower. We can try and get a message out from there."

"Yeah. But who are we going to ask?"

That's when I decided to step in. "You can ask Sam."

Wes jumped. "Oh! Mom!" He smiled weakly. "When did you get here?"

"Don't play innocent, Wesley. I heard you guys." I frowned a little.

"Mom, we're just worried." Claire looked distraught.

"I know, Claire." I sighed. "I… I know I've made mistakes with you guys. I'm sorry." Wes and Claire hugged me tightly. I wrapped my arms around them tightly. "I love you guys."

Rinzler's POV

I watched as Cassie hugged Claire and Wes. Feeling left out, I sat back down on the couch, leaning my head back. I had heard some of their conversation. Claire and Wes were planning to get out of here, with Cassie. I didn't know if I wanted that. I loved Cassie, but still…

You only love her because of me.

I frowned a bit. Tron showed up in my head too often.

You're going to have to let her go, Rinzler.

Over my dead body. I didn't want to let Cassie go. She was the mother of my children.

Technically, Rinzler, they're mine.

He wouldn't shut up. It didn't matter to me.

I was going to keep Cassie here. No matter what.

Claire's POV

Mom kissed both of us, telling us that she believed in us and that we would make it. She promised she'd keep Dad out of the way so we could head to the tower. She walked out, leaving me and Wes in the room to plan everything. She had also left us two batons. When I protested, mentioning that it wouldn't be able to run off Grid, she laughed, saying they were older models that didn't require it.

I handed one to Wes quietly. Peeking my head out the door, I saw nobody. I nodded to Wes, who snuck out and checked the hall. "Clear." His whisper floated to me. I nodded, joining him.

"Alright, go!" We dashed out of the building, avoiding guards as best as possible. We got onto the streets and took off in the Cycles Mom left us. We were quickly out of the city and on our way. "Wes… Do you think we're doing the right thing?" I started nibbling on my bottom lip.

"I… Yeah. We are." He sounded like he was trying to convince himself. "We're doing this for Mom."

"I know, but is this really the way to fix everything?"

"You sound like how Dad would've sounded. We're doing it for him too."

"Yes, and you sound like Mom. Impulsive and jumping headfirst without looking," I said sarcastically.

"There is nothing wrong with that. Mom says that just means I'm better at making split second decisions," Wes said, his voice defensive.

"No need to get worked up about it, Wes. I'm just saying, maybe we should have tried to talk to Mom and Dad and figure something out."

"We don't have time for that."

Wes' POV

Claire could be irritating at times, and as we were driving to the I/O tower, she was beyond annoying. Soon enough, the tower was in sight. Quicker than we thought, we were in front of it.

I skidded to a stop, as did Claire. Sitting up on the Cycle, I stared up at the tower. "Come on. We better go." Claire's voice was low, almost a whisper.

"How are we going to find Uncle Sam…" My voice trailed off as Claire pulled a small hexagonal piece of glowing plastic out of her pocket. "Mom gave you that?"

"Yeah. She said it'll find him for us." Claire held the plastic out to me, and I took it from her hand. It glowed brightly, and I handed it back to her. She slipped it back in her pocket.

"Let's go then." I started to make my way up the stairs in front of us. "Do you think we'll actually get a message out?"

"I think we can, Wesley. I'm sure that Uncle Sam will listen to us." Claire sounded scared.

"Alright then." We got to the top of the tower. The guardian stood there.

"Which one of us is going to talk to him?" Claire looked nervously at me, twirling her hair around her finger.

"I will." I put my hand out to Claire, and she slipped the plastic back in my hand. "Did Mom say anything about what to do with this?"

"She just said to hand it to the guardian." Claire frowned, a crinkle forming between her brows. "She should've come."

"Well, she wasn't able to, so it's our job now." I stepped forward and put my hand out, holding the plastic out to the guardian. "Permission to pass?" I kept my voice steady.

The guardian took the plastic in his hand and examined it. "You are the half children."

Claire grimaced. "Yeah. We are." At my questioning look she sighed. "Half this world, half the other."

"Ah. Well, that makes sense, I guess." I waited.

The guardian nodded at me. "All that is visible must grow beyond itself, and extend into the realm of the invisible." I nodded silently. "Go ahead. I will find the User you wish to speak to."

Claire ran over and hugged me. "It'll all work out, Wesley. It will, I promise."

I hugged my sister back and kissed her cheek. "Worried much, Claire?"

"More nervous than anything." She squeezed me one last time, then released me. Claire pushed me forward. "Go."

I nodded. "You and me both," I said quietly as I walked forward.

Well, hey there. XD Anyways, time for me to sleep, and here is a chapter!

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