Chapter Eight

One Little Happy Family…Sort of…

A/N- I kinda changed the amount of years Flynn's been gone for the good of the story, I forgot how old Sam was. So now he had been gone 13 years. I had a major 'Oh Crap' moment when I was doing the math. So Sam was fourteen when he disappeared, Misha was seven.

THIS CHAPTER WILL START WITH SAM'S POV

Disclaimer- I don't own anything but Misha Hawthorne, everything is Disney.

. Tron Legacy. Sam's POV . Tron Legacy.

Sam had gone through his morning like any other day, he had meetings and more meetings. Alan had stayed home so he was alone most of the day. Quorra had called after he had gotten back from lunch.

"How is Misha doing?" She asked, Sam just grunted.

"She got past Alan, he had fallen asleep. Quorra, what am I going to do? She's going to get hurt, whether physically or emotionally. I'm worried for her, what if Clu hurts her? What if…what if she get pregnant. Jesus, I couldn't handle that."

"Sam, I'm sure Misha is taking steps to prevent her getting pregnant. She's a big girl now, she can take care of herself." Quorra assured through the phone. Sam sighed, he knew she was right.

"I'm just not sure that she can. I mean, I don't think she has really ever 'in love' or whatever she want to call it. I don't trust Clu, I trust him even less when it comes to Misha. I mean what are his motives? He hated me, he turned on my father. My father, Quorra. His creator."

"Have you ever thought that he might just genuinely like Misha? Hell, Clu may have fallen in love with her. I think you need to take a hands off position on this. Misha didn't step in with our relationship. I'm a program just like Clu. She loved you Sam, why do you think she had those big deep cuts in her wrists all this time?" and just like that, after leaving such a bombshell, Quorra hung up the phone.

Sam sat stunned. Misha had been in love with him? What? For how long? Quorra had to have been lying; there was no way in hell that his best friend of so many years was in love with him. He would have noticed…right? Sam scratched his head in frustration, this was just pissing him off. He groaned before there was a soft knock at his door.

. Tron Legacy. Misha's POV . Tron Legacy.

My eyes opened and I was standing in my office. This time I was wearing what I had left this world wearing. Well that fine, I didn't die in the transfer either and…

Where was Clu? Oh shit, oh shit, oh I am SO DEAD. Sam will kill me dead and kill me again when I wake up as a zombie. Fu-

"Misha?" A deep voice called my attention. I turned and saw him, Clu was sitting in my office chair.

He looked just the same; same wavy chestnut hair, same smirk on his handsome face. The only thing that had changed was his clothes. Instead of his tight fitting grid suit he wore a black t-shirt under a dark leather motorcycle jacket. Dark jean and black boots finished his outfit. I blushed at him, in the User world it was quite obvious who he looked like. Now I just need to figure out how to get him back to my house without getting caught by anybody.

Oh I didn't think about that. He looks like Flynn, how was I supposed to explain that? 'Oh him, its not Flynn. He is just a codified likeness utility, a program from Flynn's big project called 'The Grid' No big deal! Well he did kill Flynn but who cares, were sleeping together and that makes all the bad things he did go away. Including the purging of an entire race. '

Yeah that will go over well…

Clu seemed to notice my internal rant and care over and kissed my gently. I looked up and blushed.

"You look even more like Flynn here, which is going to be a problem."

"How so?" He asked, I sighed and rested my hip against the grid desk.

"You look just like him and he has been missing , in the grid, for years. He was the head of the company till Sam got back a few months ago. Everybody knew who Kevin Flynn is. I need to figure out how to get you out without getting caught." I sighed while pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Can't we just run out?" He asked I shook my head. Suddenly I had an idea but it would only work if Clu would listen to me..

"Clu do you swear that you will stay here?" I said, taking his hand. He smirked.

"I suppose, what are you planning?"

"I need to find Sam. Here figure this out." I looked around wildly and took the Rubik's cube from my desk and tossed it at him. He caught it and seemed mystified by it, I snickered. "Figure it out by the time I get back and we'll go out to dinner."

Without another word, I left Clu to dive in to the Rubik's cube.

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I knocked on Sam's door softly and waited for him to answer. After a few seconds, he must have got up because the door swung open. I winced slightly as I waited for the firestorm about leaving…again. Sam did nothing for a few minutes before he pulled me swiftly into a tight hug. I stood stunted, I was waiting for a shit storm and instead I got a nice hug? What happened to him?

"Oh, Misha. I'm sorry." He sighed as he finally let go, I slipped into the office as he closed the door.

"No need, now I have something to tell you." I said as quickly as possible. He seemed to pale.

"I have something to tell you too. You can go first." Sam said sitting on the couch in his lounge. I kept standing and made no movement.

"Sam, I experimented with the grid and I know why Clu lived. Your dad must have forgotten he backed up Clu's file, there was no way that he would have been destroyed. Plus I know with my system, we can have even Programs get out with the code I set up. Its perfect, if I can get it so users can customize the password and some minor fixe-"

"Wait, how do you know you can get programs through the portal?" He asked before I could even finish.

"Would you believe me if I said I sent a grid cat through?"

"No. No, Misha you didn't…" He groaned, I smiled weakly.

"Surprise?"

Sam stood and grabbed my shoulder roughly, I grimaced in pain.

"Send him back. Now." Sam growled lowly. I stood my ground, I pulled out of his grip.

"No. Sam, I want this. Whatever this is, I just know its something more that you can control. I'm taking him home and I came to ask for you help. You can help me or try to explain to the staff why a man who looks just like your father is here." I snarled at him. He seemed suppressed for a minute before he sighed and rubbed his face in annoyance.

"Stay in you office till work is over, you only have a few ours till five and I have a meeting with the heads of the board after hours anyway."

"Sam, I'm on the board. Wait! That's perfect!"

"I don't follow…"

"We can tell them all about our new project at the meeting! We can introduce Clu. Say it was your father's big project and he died protecting it. Plus Clu would love the attention!" I raved, Sam pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"It just seems like such a bad idea…" he sighed, I gave him puppy dog eyes.

"Please Sam? Why don't we just ask Clu how he feels about it?" I begged. Sam looked at me and I knew he had caved.

"Fine. We can ask him, but I need Alan to come here for the meeting. I'll call him first. You take Clu home, I think talking at your house would be a better idea than here in the office. Just incase he goes ape shit because he thinks he being used." Sam sighed as I jumped up and down. He walked over to the phone and dialed Alan's number.

I smiled when I herd Sam trying to explain to Alan what had happened. Sam hung up the phone and looked at me. I must have looked a mess; I was wearing my old, worn thin skinny jeans, my high school marching band sweatshirt, and a pair of old converse. I smiled.

"Shall we go to my office?" I asked, Sam nodded his head. Together we walked back to my office barley chatting. We only talked about how we could pitch it to the board.

"I think we should tell them all of the different things people who get rezzed in could do. If I can fix the derezzing to be like when you die in a video game, it could be perfect. You could just hang out in any of the clubs, you could go fight in the games, have dinner in the restaurants, possibly fall in love. Of course rezzing out, we need a facility that will house all of the logged out users but that's a simple build. The problem in reversing the attitude towards Users in the grid before its marketable." I explained. Sam seemed to understand that and as we walked into the office we agreed that we would have to work together to fix it as much as possible before going to the meeting tonight. Clu would stay with me and then we present and hope for the best.

When we walked in I burst into laughter.

Clu was gnawing at the Rubik's cube like a small child. Sam stood there with wide eyes as tears welled up in mine. Clu looked to me and placed the cube on the desk beside him. I continued to laugh as Clu came over and goosed me. I yelped and he smirked.

"You little minx. How does that demon cube work?" He smirked as I walked over and picked it up. Quickly I unjumbled it, the program seemed mystified.

"It takes practice." I laughed as I tossed it at him. He looked at it before smirking again and sitting in my chair. I felt him take my hips and pull me into his lap. I giggled before noticing Sam again.

His face was set in a stone like angry grimace, he was pissed. I laughed uncomfortably.

"Sam, Clu. I think you guys need to put your differences aside and just kiss and make up." I exclaimed and smiled. Neither men did anything.

"Look Clu. I've got a business proposition, we want to try and market the grid and make our two worlds live as one. Programs can come and go, as long as Users can do the same. We want you, as the leader and beacon of the grid, to be the spokesperson along with Misha. We have our first pitch tonight at ten. Are you in or am I going to have to send you back?" Sam snarled. I looked at my feet then at Clu, his eyes were focused on my own.

"What do you think? Do you thing it could work, I mean bridging our two worlds. It would be against all rules that Flynn set up. I would need to go back to the grid and try to re-teach everything we have every been told." Clu explained. I stood and walked over to the computer. As Sam and Clu discussed their ideas, quite civilly in fact, I looked deep in the programming files as a whole. I suddenly found what I was looking for.

"Clu, I don't think you would need to reprogram them all. There is a whole file on 'User hate' it right here." I said, both Clu and Sam were suddenly next to me.

"Are you saying you could delete the entire prejudice of the entire system?" Clu asked I looked at him and kissed his cheek.

"No, but we can rework it. Clu, never doubt my programming abilities. Now if you boys excuse me, I have some reprogramming to do."

Without another word, I pulled up my comfy leather chair and settled in for a long few hours of programming. I was still listening to Clu and Sam.

"I'm calling a truce, for her sake. I don't want to loose her and I believe in the grid. I want your help, Clu. Can I trust you?" Sam asked. There was silence before I hear them have a handshake.

"For her and The Grid sake. Don't disappoint me with this Sam, I could get ugly." Clu muttered.

"Don't look at me. Misha is the head of the operation. I'll see you guys at meeting tonight, don't forget to eat Misha." Sam said before leaving. I smiled and turned around to Clu. He was smirking.

"You think you can market my home without telling me? How disappointing Misha, I thought you knew better than that. I think if the pitch doesn't go well, I'll need to give you a firm punishment." He purred, I shuttered at the thought.

"Please Clu, I need to concentrate. C'mon help me out." I smiled at him and stood to let him sit. I sat in his lap and showed him how I can customized the rezzing in and out processes. He and I refined the whole system so it would be safer. We still needed to fix being derezzed so we could open the grid for users but we had made progress. Oh and the challenge of reprogramming every program to know that Users are not the workers of the devil.

I was surprised when I got a text from Sam. The clock on my phone said it was five. People had already left for home.

'Misha, go home with Clu.

Change, eat some food, come

back around nine. I typed up

the pitch and we just need to

make copies. I'll leave it

to you. Oh and get Clu some less

eighty style clothes.

- Sam.'

I snickered a little at his mention of Clu's clothes. I liked them, but we wanted him to look more professional. I stood from Clu's lap, grabbed my keys from the bowl by my door. Clu looked back at me.

"C'mon. I need to change and we need to get you some new clothes." I smiled and took his hand. I pulled him thought the office and down to my car. He was fascinated by it, I had to force him into the passenger's seat. He saw someone walk by the parking garage with a dog and asked me about a thousand questions.

"Clu, slow down. I'll explain everything later, I would have thought you would know about some of this stuff." I sighed as I started the car. He jumped as 'Around the World' came screaming from the speakers. I couldn't help but giggle as he calmed down.

Clu looked out the window and took everything in as we drove from the office to my apartment. I shut off the car and, once again, Clu was asking me a million questions at once. I told him to slow down as I unlocked the door to the apartment. Everything was in order and there was a note on the table by the door.

'Misha,

I filled your fridge and cabinet with food. Eat it and try not to burn the place down when you cook the stuff.

- Alan.'

I smiled as I read the letter. Oh Alan, you know me too well. I looked behind me and saw Clu was staring out the window and down at the city. I walked over and placed my hand on his arm. He looked at me a smiled.

"The sun feels wonderful on my face, it makes you glow." He sighed as he cupped my face again, I blushed and backed away, my bashful self came back. It was different now that I was here in the user world where people thought he was Flynn. It made it feel more perverse.

"I'm going to shower. Make yourself comfortable, I'll be out in a few minutes. Don't break anything." I smiled at Clu and he nodded. As I slipped into my room, tearing off clothing as I went I yawned and felt my stomach growl. It seemed to finally catch up with the brain, and I knew I needed food now.

As I begun to wash the last few days of filth from my body I felt someone slip into the shower with me. Clu's arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled me against him. It didn't feel sexual at all, it was…loving.

"Clu…" I sighed as he kissed the top of my head gently.

"You know, everything feels so…different in the User world. You smell beautiful, your skin is so much nicer, and you feel warmer. Its like a sensory overload." He muttered against the side of my head. He was resting his cheek against my head. I sighed and eased against him, it was relaxing and couldn't help but just drink in the feeling.

"You seem different." I said, Clu chuckled.

"I know, I feel different. Every feeling in my body is intensified, I understand now why Flynn would always come back. But I feel like a newborn program, I don't understand everything. I knew how to solve the cube but I just couldn't get my hands to function."

I smiled and turned to face him. He was fully naked, I wasn't surprised. It wasn't the first time I saw him naked. It was just the first time I had seen him naked without sex following it. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around his waist and lent my cheek against his naked chest. I sighed and pulled away, I need to finish my shower. Clu kept wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back against him.

"Clu…I need to shower. C'mon let go!" I laughed, he finally gave in and I was able to wash out the conditioner and shut off the water. I slid the glass door back and stepped out.

I went to grab a towel but Clu had wrapped one around me gently. I smiled as he dried me off like someone would dry a child. I couldn't help but laugh when he ruffled my hair. I tossed Clu a towel and walked into my bedroom. I slipped into the walk in closet and picked out an outfit quickly. Another black pencil skirt, a peter pan collar blouse tucked into said skirt, and black oxford pumps. I sideswiped my bangs and pulled the rest of my hair into a messy bun held with chopsticks.

Clu had put on his old clothes, and was waiting for me. I smiled and walked with him to the living room. He linked arms with me as I grabbed the keys.

"So where are we going now?" Clu asked. I smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Were going shopping."

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One hour later Clu and I were sitting in the little sushi place across from Encom. Clu was dressed in a gray suit with a crisp white shirt, a thin black tie, and a pair of black dress shoes.

"Welcome back Miss Hawthorne. Can I get you your usual?" The waiter asked, I shook my head.

"Actually, my friends has never had Japanese food. I think were going to start with something simple. Can we get a plate of soba noodles, a plate of yakitori, and two bowls of miso soup. Two cokes would great too." I smiled, the waiter left and I looked at Clu. He was staring out the window at all of the people that went by.

"It is so different here than in the Grid. I can't believe that Flynn wanted to keep this from our world." Clu sighed.

"He didn't" I said, Clu looked at me and frowned. "He was planning on linking our two world, just like I want to. Clu I want to share the miracle that is the grid with my world. I also want to share my world with the Grid."

He face softened as he reached for my hand. Clu gave it a light squeeze, I felt my cheeks begin to burn.

"I want it too. I want all programs and users to live together happily." He kissed the top of my hand as our food was slid onto the table.

"I hope you enjoy." The waiter smiled as I picked up my chopsticks and smiled at him.

I dug in and had a few bites of everything before I noticed Clu. He was having trouble with the chopsticks. I giggled as he dropped one of noodles as soon as he picked it up, he glared at me.

"Here, let me show you." I laughed as I placed my chopsticks down and grabbed his hands. I helped him position it and showed him how to grasp noodles and the chicken. He got the hang of it soon after.

"Thank you." Clu said, I smiled.

"Your welcome."

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Clu and I finished dinner and walked across the street into the Encom building. I flashed my badge and dragged Clu ups with me, hiding his face the whole time. Once we were upstairs we slipped into Sam's office and were greeted to the sight of Sam and Alan talking softly.

Alan looked up and his eyes grew as big as saucers.

"Kevin…" Alan whispered. He stood and walked towards up but Sam grabbed his hand.

"No, Alan. This is Clu, Codified Likeness Utility. He looks just Like Dad, sounds just like Dad, but isn't Dad." Sam explained. Clu walked up to Alan and narrowed his eyes.

"You look just like Tron. You must be his user, Alan-one." Clu said as he inspected Alan, like he was suspicious of him. I stepped forward and grabbed Clu's hand, pulling him away from Alan.

"Clu, this is one of my good friends. This is Alan Bradley, he worked with Flynn and he is Tron's user. Alan, this is Clu. He was the one I was…er…talking about the night before." I blushed as I thought back on the major fiasco. Clu smirked and wrapped his arms around my hips.

"You told them about us?" He purred in my ear, I shuttered.

"Clu…" I warned him, he backed off and I shook my head to clear the thoughts.

I looked at Sam, he was less than pleased with our little display. Alan looked a tiny bit green but nothing like Sam. The young man looked like he was going to punch Clu in the face. I walked quickly to collect the folder from his desk.

"I thought you wanted me to make copies. It seems like you already have."

"Well I figured I needed something to do. You have the duty of putting a folder of each proposal in everyone's office if everything goes well tonight." Sam smirked evilly as I groaned.

"Aw no, Sam! That's not fair. Junior is going to try and corner me again." I whined as I covered my face with the folder. Sam chuckled.

"That's what you get for being on time." He smiled before I scoffed.

"Who is Junior?" Clu asked as I sat on the leaver couch Sam had in the corner. I took off my shoes and continued to wallow in self pity.

"Edward Dillinger Jr. He's had the hots for Misha since she begun working here." Sam laughed.

"I can't seem to get it thought his thick head that I'm not interested." I cried behind my paper shield.

"The hots?" Clu asked, I smiled. He was so behind in the lingo. I removed the paper as Clu sat next to me.

"He thinks I'm cute, he want to date me. He is in love with me." I explained, Clu's eyes narrowed.

"He can't have you. Your mine."

I was shocked at first to here him say that. Sam seemed more shocked then I was, Alan was more intrigued than any of us.

"What do you mean?" I asked, Clu angry face softened.

"I mean what I said. Your mine, I don't want to share you, with anyone. Program or User."

I blushed and looked away from his intense gaze.

"I…I don't know what to say Clu." I whispered, Sam cleared his throat.

"Its just about ten, we need to get to the meeting. Clu You'll be waiting in the side office till Misha gets you. We want this to be a surprise, just follow along." Sam said Clu scoffed.

"I'm not a child, Sam. I can follow along just fine."

As we left the office, I fell behind with Alan. Clu and Sam walked faster as they argued. I looked at Alan, he just smiled.

"Keep him close, Misha. He seems to be like a newborn pup, he doesn't get much of our world." Alan said. I blushed.

"I don't know what to make of it Alan. He is so different here in this world that in the Grid. In the Grid its all about sex and ferocity. He was just dominate and overwhelming, he liked to make me squirm under his gaze. But here he is sweet and kind, no sex and barely any kissing. Its just…strange." I sighed as he laughed.

"Just keep and eye on him. That's all. I'm afraid he is going to punch Junior's lights out." Alan laughed, I joined him.

"Maybe he would understand I don't want to date him then."

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A/N- Oh Clu…you little puppy thing.

I do realize how OOC he seems, but it makes sense. Clu is brand new to the world, If you had never seen half of the things you barely understand now; would you not act way OOC too? Plus puppy like Clu is just too cute. So the next chapter were going to see how the board is going to react to Misha's idea of making the grid accessible to all. We shall see how this goes. Plus Quorra is coming back in. Oh and Junior, oh Junior…your going to get so mush sh.t in the next chapter.

Clu's suit is based off a picture of Jeff I found on Google. Oh Google, how I love you. Misha's outfit was all inspired by clothes from Nordstrom, I own her shoes actually.

OH, to the Tronblr's who read this (if there are any of them). All of the office sex I mentioned is all in the NEXT chapter.

- Always Running The Labyrinth.