So now we've entered Once Upon A Time territory. Beck's just turned eight in this one and we get to see the very tail end of Once Upon A Time...as well as something that happens later on in the night...

I do not own any of the Tron franchise, much as I want to.

Chapter 10

Home

"Come on you two, put some muscle into it," Alan chastised as Sam and Jet struggled to lift a table over their heads.

"You try lifting this thing!" Jet protested, "It's friggin' heavy!"

"I'm an old man," Alan chuckled, "And your father, now get moving,"

"Al, this isn't fair!" Sam added, "C'mon…"

"What is all the racket in here?" came Tron's voice as the Program came around the corner, wiping his hands clean of the dark blue paint that stained them.

"We have two boys that are being whiny about lifting the table," Alan explained.

"That table?" Tron asked, coming over and scanning over the piece of furniture, he looked back up at the two men, "It's not that heavy,"

"If it's not that heavy then why don't you lift it?" Sam snapped.

Tron shrugged and picked up the table with ease, carrying it into the room while Jet and Sam stared at him.

"Has to be because of his old job," Jet stuttered, "Yeah…that's it,"

"I'm sticking with my theory that he's stronger in our world like we're stronger in his…" Sam blinked.

"Or, it could be the fact that you two are wimps," Alan snickered.

"Now was that so hard?" Tron asked, walking back in and brushing his hands off.

"How did you…" Jet started.

"It wasn't that heavy," Tron answered, looking out the door that the two men had just came in with the table, "And that was the last piece?"

"Yeah, everything's in," Sam told him.

"Good," Tron said before turning to Alan, "Do you think she'll like it?"

"Lora was ecstatic when she saw the one I made," Alan replied, "Yori's going to love it. It's a first step in the direction of a new life. Now all you'd have to do is get a job…"

"I think I might have one for you," Sam piped up, "The ol' Chief of Security is retiring, he's been Security Chief since before Dad took over, and with your expertise, Tron…you'd be a shoo in for the job,"

"A…'shoo in'?"

"Basically you'd be the best candidate for the job," Jet supplied, "And based on what Sam's told me…he's right. You would be perfect,"

"…I'll have to stop by then," Tron started slowly.

"We'll be waiting for you," Sam grinned, "Now…when are you going to show Beck and Yori?"

"The paint is still drying," Tron said, "It'll be done in a few hours,"

"Then that means we get to have some shut eye," Jet yawned.

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"Yori, wake up,"

Yori's eyes fluttered open at Tron's touch and voice. She looked at the clock and groaned.

"Tron…it's six in the morning, go back to sleep,"

"I want to show you something,"

"Can't it wait?"

"No,"

Yori sighed, pushing back the covers of her nice warm bed and shivering as her feet touched the cold floor.

"We need to get Beck too," Tron told her.

"He's not going to like this…" Yori told him, "He has to wake up early every weekday to go to 'prison' as he calls it…and making him wake up early on a Saturday? Tron, that's cruel,"

"He'll like it, I promise,"

"You sound so sure,"

"Come on,"

Tron and Yori went out of their room and walked into Beck's. Tron shook his son's shoulder gently.

Beck's steel blue eyes fluttered open and glared blearily at his father as he saw what time it was.

"Daaaaddddyyyy! It's Saturday!" he whined, "The sun's not even up yet!"

"Up,"

"No," the eight year old growled, taking his blanket and pulling it over his head, "And you can't make me!"

Tron's gaze flicked towards Yori…before he ripped off the blanket and tossed it to the floor…

Only to reveal the eight year old wrapped in a second blanket…and smirking with his eyes closed.

"Admit it, he's beat you," Yori chuckled.

"Not a chance," Tron replied, grabbing that blanket, which Beck in turn grabbed, holding it close to him, and tried ripping it off the bed…

Only to send Beck tumbling out of the bed with a yelp and a thud.

"It's cold!" Beck protested as he got up, trying to flatten his already unruly hair and failing.

"You'll warm up," Tron told him, grabbing Beck and Yori's wrists gently and pulling them towards the front door.

He led them outside and opened the doors to Alan's car, motioning for them to get in. The two did so and Tron slid in after them, handing them a blindfold.

"I want it to be a surprise," he explained as Yori raised an eyebrow.

Beck turned around and let Tron put the blindfold over his eyes while Yori did the same. Minutes later, the car stopped.

"Can I take it off now?" Beck asked, pulling at the blindfold.

"No peeking," Tron warned, getting out of the car and opening the doors so that Yori and Beck could get out as well.

He led them to one side of the car and positioned them just right…

"Alright, now you can look," he said.

Yori yanked off the blindfold and gasped at the sight before her.

It was a house.

A real house!

"Is it…" she breathed.

"Ours, yes," Tron nodded, "Sam, Jet and Al…Dad…helped me build it,"

"Trevor…" Yori murmured before wrapping her arms around him, "It's beautiful!"

"Wait until you see the inside," Tron smiled, "Beck? Would you like to see your room?"

"I have my own room!?" Beck demanded, "I've had to share with Uncle Jet…you mean I have my room?!"'

"Why don't you go see?" Tron suggested, holding out a key to the boy.

Beck's eyes sparkled as he grabbed the key and shot towards the front door with his parents following. Beck opened the door and cautiously made his way inside. Yori stepped forward when Tron stopped her.

"What?" she asked.

"Alan-One said it was tradition for the man to carry his wife over the threshold of their new home," Tron whispered softly in her ear, "I intend to honor that,"

Without a warning, Tron swept Yori off her feet and carried her, bridal-style, into the house.

Yori's eyes widened as Tron set her down.

"Tron..." she breathed quietly, "It's our apartment…you made it like our apartment!"

Tron gave her a soft smile.

"I remembered what it used to look like," he told her, "I'm slowly regaining the memories I lost, but they're coming,"

He put a hand on her shoulder.

"Do you want to see the rooms?" he asked.

Yori nodded and they walked down the hall…right as Beck shot out of one room.

"Is this one mine!?" he demanded, pointing at the door.

Tron gave a nod.

"What do you think?"

"It's amazing!" Beck beamed, "I love it!"

Yori peered into the room, taking in the carefully painted walls that seemed to actually be alive…

"Tron City?" she murmured softly, "Well…the outskirts looking in?"

Tron gave a nod before turning to Beck.

"I know you asked me to draw you a picture…I'm sorry it took so long," he said.

"It's better than I could have imagined, Dad!" Beck grinned, "But…why is that one wall blank?"

Yori turned her gaze to the white wall and she wondered the exact same thing.

"It's for your own drawings," Tron told him, "I left it for you to draw your own wall,"

Beck hugged his father and Tron returned it.

"Thanks, Daddy," Beck beamed, letting go and running around his room.

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A few weeks later, Tron came back home from his meeting with Sam dressed in his new uniform. Finally, after all these years he had a means to provide for his family, he didn't have to rely on Alan or Lora. He walked down the hall, stopping at the door to Beck's room, where Beck and Yori sat. He would have walked on by if he hadn't heard what Yori was telling Beck.

"Trevor…" pleaded the King, "What have you become?"

The Knight's steely gaze never left the King's as he landed, coming up behind the chariot and aiming once again and then…

"Then what?" Beck asked, leaning forwards, "What happened?"

"Rinus remembered!" Yori replied, her eyes shining happily, "True, it was only three words, but he remembered that he was once Sir Trevor!"

"What did he remember!?"

Tron's blood froze. How had she known that? That wasn't possible…no, it was. He remembered now, he showed her what had happened…

"Flynn! Go!"

Tron shook his head, trying to clear out the memory.

"Rinzler! Take the shot! Finish the game!"

A low growl escaped Tron's throat.

"I fight for the Users," he stated firmly to himself, "I don't fight for him, not anymore,"

"But…but it can't end like that!" Beck protested, notifying Tron that Yori's story had finished, "What about Sir Trevor? Did he throw off the curse?! What about Lady Yaira?"

"Oh, Lady Yaira found Sir Trevor alright," Yori nodded, "She broke the curse on him by kissing him,"

"Yuck!" Beck groaned.

"Well, it's true," Yori huffed, "He remembered that he wasn't Rinus, that he was Trevor instead,"

"What happened to them?" the eight year old asked, eyes wide, "Did they go back to the city?"

"Oh they tried," Yori replied, "The people saw Sir Trevor and immediately thought he was Sir Rinus, they tried to kill him so they fled. Prince Samuel, now King Samuel found them and took them home with him and the newly made Queen Cora. Sir Trevor and Lady Yaira settled down so that they would not have to fight anymore and they had a son. They named him Beckett,"

"That sounds like my name!" Beck beamed.

"Yes but he wasn't as cute as you," Yori teased, tapping their son on the nose.

And that was Tron's cue.

Beck grinned right as Tron's shadow appeared in the doorway.

"Nor as big a troublemaker," Tron added.

"DADDY!"

"Oh, don't mind me," he smiled softly, "I'm just listening,"

"Now, child, you promised me you'd go to sleep," Yori chastised.

"But Mooom!"

"Little one…you go to sleep right now," Yori growled.

"…Fine…" the boy pouted, grabbing his teddy bear and flopping down on his side.

His father gave a slight chuckle, his steel blue gaze gleaming softly as the boy's mother came to his side.

"Good evening, Mr. Bradley," she smiled.

"And to you, Mrs. Bradley," Tron answered, kissing the top of her head.

She hummed, taking in the Encom security guard's outfit on her husband's tall, lithe, well-toned form.

"You got the job I see," she smiled.

He nodded.

"I did, big surprise," Tron said, rolling his eyes, "According to Sam, I was a 'shoo in' for the job. I have him and Ala…father…to thank,"

"They've been nothing but good to us,"

"True. Eight years we've been in this world and it never ceases to amaze me," Tron hummed, rubbing his wife's back as he watched their son sleep, "I heard the story you told him,"

"He'll never know it's more than a story," she sighed.

"Maybe one day," he answered, "Maybe one day we'll take him home,"

"This is his home now,"

"Maybe," he shrugged, "But he's part of the System, just as you are, just as I am,"

He looked at the drawings on the walls, looking at the blue and white lines on blackened landscapes…seeing the sharp mountain ranges that he used to know.

"She calls to him," Tron finally said as he and Yori turned away, walking to his room.

"She calls to you too," Yori replied as they both got ready for bed.

Tron took off his shirt and settled into the bed next to his wife, his steely blue eyes watching her carefully.

"Don't lie to me," she said, poking him in the chest, "I see the way you space out sometimes, how your hand reaches back behind your shoulders when you're startled. She wants her Monitor, her Champion back,"

"I am not the Champion…not anymore," he answered, lying down onto the pillow, "I can never be that again. Not after what I did. Besides…I'm perfectly happy here,"

She gave a soft smile, tracing the four tiny white squares on Tron's chest, making them turn the faintest violet. A low, rumbling, broken purr emitted from the Monitor's chest, making his cheeks flare red as he worked to get around the purr.

"Stop," he purred softly, but he didn't really mean it.

"You still purr, after all these years," she hummed, running her fingers over the other white circles and dashes that dotted her husband's lean, tanned form, turning them faint shades of violet as well.

He gave another purring rumble, trying to get her to stop but still not wanting her to.

"I know," she sighed, "But you should see him…how the other children tease him because he's different. He spooks easily and he accidently broke a child's nose because the boy snuck up on him,"

"He has a fighter's instinct,"

"I wouldn't be surprised if he would have ended up a monitor like you," she said, "He's got the ability,"

Silence.

"He will not be going to the Grid…unless something happens, Yori," he finally said.

"I pray you're right, Tron," Yori murmured, huddling closer into Tron's broad chest, "For Beck's sake,"

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That night, Yori felt Tron getting out of bed and wandering to his desk. She sat up, watching as he turned on the light and started drawing.

"Another nightmare?" she asked, getting up and coming to him.

He didn't answer.

"Tron?"

The Monitor didn't even look up. His hands whirled and slashed over the paper, soon, two male figures took form on the page, Disks engaged.

One in white, the other in black, both with faces uncovered.

"Tron…"

Silence, except for the scratching of the pencil over the paper. Suddenly, he dropped the pencil, reaching for the bits of jewel bright color that he so loved, and he continued.

The black garbed figure Yori didn't recognize as Tron continued in his frenzied drawing…the white one looked familiar but she couldn't place it.

The background came into clarity…and it was a place Yori knew very well.

It was the platform where the Portal stood.

The picture grew in its intensity and its terror…a third figure joined the group, looking like it fell or it was getting up while the two other fought. Yori could almost hear the sound of the Disks clashing together, the shattering of voxels as the Disks connected with a body part…

Suddenly the pencil Tron had in his death grip snapped in two as he signed it. The Monitor jerked as if some part of him had broken as well and he rubbed his eyes tiredly. Yori put a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at her.

"What are you doing up this late?" he asked.

"You woke me up when you got out of bed," she said.

"I did?" Tron asked, blinking before looking at the desk, "Who drew that?"

"You did,"

"I did?"

"You're sounding like a broken record," Yori replied, crossing her arms, "Yes, you drew it…see you even signed it,"

She pointed to the four tiny white dots in the bottom left hand corner and Tron just stared at it.

"I…I don't remember doing this," he murmured.

"You were doing this for the past hour," Yori said, shooting a look at the clock, "Are you alright?"

"I-I don't know," he admitted, looking shaken.

"Do you know these two?" Yori asked, touching the two combatants, "I mean, the one in white looks like he's you almost…it was your armor before the Coup. But the third looks like you more than the other does…but the circuit color is wrong, it's…his…"

"I don't know," Tron replied, flipping the sketch book over and closing it, "I don't know who they are…let's just get some rest, alright?"

"If you say so,"

She fell asleep almost instantly, but Tron lay in the bed, looking up at the ceiling. He lied about it. He knew who the three were. The one on the ground was himself…or Rinzler…it was hard to tell because the color was mixed between red and blue. The one in white…it was an older version of Beck, easily eighteen User years or so and looking more and more like himself with every year that passed.

The third…

Tron shuddered involuntarily.

The third was covered in circuit lines, even his face. Only one was like that.

"Cyrus,"

Well. That can't be good. Tron had a nightmare of older Beck and Cyrus but doesn't remember? Wonder how that could have happened? Any ideas? Next time we enter Twice Upon a Time territory, getting to see the Monitor's "moody spell" as Yori once called it, along with the coming of the cats (much to Tron's dislike), a certain revelation in the family, and (if it's not long enough for my taste) the birthday for one of the boys.

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

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.