A/N: Sorry I took so long folks. I've been agonizing over this ending. :D

END OF LINE PART 1

Quorra was supposed to go to the lab for a test, but she stayed home looking out over the lake. A month had gone by, and Sam hadn't come home. Quorra and Dillinger tried to pick up where Sam's research left off, but it wasn't easy for Quorra. She had had too many people abandon her. Sam's disappearance broke her heart.

There was a knock on the garage door.

"Come in," Quorra said without looking. She knew it was Dillinger. He walked through the trailer and went to sit next to her on the shore. They sat there for a while in silence letting dirty waves lap up against the sand.

"You were late. I hope you don't mind."

"I don't. Why would I mind?" She went back to looking at the water and absent-mindedly dipped her toe in the water.

"Quorra, I know what you're thinking. Sam's a huge flake, we all know that, but time is different in the grid. Maybe he thinks he's only been gone for a few hours."

He put his hand on her shoulder. He knew it was typical, a pathetic effort to try and comfort her, but he would try anything to make her feel better. Every day Quorra grew more distant. He missed that spark that she used to have when they worked together. He sat next to her, and she put her head on his shoulder. He smiled softly, wishing that this would last a little longer and knew that it wouldn't.

The sound of an engine in the yard made Quorra sit up. "Sam?" she gasped. "Is that you?" She stood up and walked to the front of the house. There, sitting astride his Ducati was Sam. Dillinger's shoulders slumped, but he made his best effort to look happy.

"Miss me?" he smiled, unhooking his helmet. Quorra ran up to him and hugged him.

"You've been gone for a month!"

"We didn't think you'd be coming back, Sam," Dillinger said as he walked into the living room.

Sam pretended to be hurt, shooting Dillinger a pained glance.

"Well I came as fast as I could." He turned and smiled at Quorra. "Come with me, I have something to show you."

They raced back to the lab on Sam's motorcycle. The city passed them in a blur. Dillinger followed in his car. When they got to the lab, Sam jumped up and quickly walked up the stairs.

"Come on Quorra."

"I'm coming Sam," she yelled as she tried to keep up. He was already in the building heading towards the lab. When he got there, and Dillinger and Quorra caught up, he went to one of the computers and took out his father's disc. He placed it in the memory slot and the data appeared on the screen.

"We were missing something." He pointed to a series of lines of code focusing on the intricate data. Dillinger was leaning over the desk trying to see if he could make sense of it.

"It looks like filler DNA for the genetic code. That makes a lot of sense. If we were just using the DNA it might not replicate correctly without additional..."

"Sam," Quorra asked, "Where were you?" A tear sparkled in the corner of her eye.

"I was in the Grid Quorra, you know that."

She pointed at the lines of code racing down the screen.

"How could you know this? This code, who taught you this?"

Sam paused. He didn't want to upset Quorra, but she deserved the truth.

"I met my father, Q"

"You mean he's alive?"

"Yes." Sam didn't go into details because they didn't matter. His father was alive. It wasn't an illusion.

"He's alive. I knew it." Tears were starting to form in her eyes, but she held them back. She noticed that Sam and Dillinger were both looking at her funny.

"What are you staring at? Get back to work" She laughed. And Dillinger and Sam went back to staring at the code.

"I think that might work, if we just changed a few modules and added the power from the old system."

"Yeah." Dillinger was typing furiously. Sam was nearly jumping up and down. The work they had been doing, finally coming to life.

The next day, after a long night of programming, they were ready to try again. Sam called the Motley Crew together. Before he left to go to the laser at the arcade, Sam made sure Ryden understood what they were supposed to do on their end.

"Make sure the I/0 tower is working at maximum capacity. We don't want the same problems as before."

"Aye aye captain," he said with a mock salute. "We'll make sure things go smoothly. Now get out of here and do your job." Sam threw on his jacket and motioned for Quorra. She followed behind with a wave and a smile.

"Thanks for everything, guys!"

When they arrived at the arcade, Sam stopped and looked around at the old machines. He had started up the arcade again, but it didn't make much money. Some people still had the heart for old games, but most kids had moved on. He walked over to the Tron machine. He reached for a quarter in his pocket, but stopped. He ran his hand across the screen and pressed the buttons. Then he opened the hidden door and they went to the laser.

Quorra made herself comfortable on Sam's lap. He looked down at her and smiled a half smile. He thought he could get used to this. Before any other dirty thoughts crossed his mind, Quorra activated the laser.

There was a flash of cool light, and they landed in the grid along with the modified disc. They were in a plaza in the center of Tron City. Programs passed them. Sam was glad that he wasn't recognized.

He drew up the code and made some last minute checks before he felt there was nothing else he could do. He put out the disc and took it back, wanting to check again, to make sure he had done everything right. But the only way he would know would be to try.

Quorra looked over his shoulder. "Is it ready?"

Sam put the disc down and gave Ryden the signal. The beam came down from the I/O tower and connected to the disc.

There was a swirl of energy as the beam of light changed into data. Bits of information came together to form patterns, double helixes, molecular cubes. A figure of a child began to form, an infant floating above the disc.

Quorra moved closer to the disc and looked into the swirl of data. She tried to remember what it was like to be born. She only remembered coming to be, coming out of the sea just like she was now. But this, this was a miracle. She thought about how the Creator hadn't lived to see it and wondered what he would have thought of it.

"He would have been so happy, Sam. And proud." Sam was standing next to Quorra and smiled. He already knew how his father would feel. They had spent time talking about it.

The data had finally created the form of a child. There were gridlines on his body, a small suit made of light and black. Quorra reached out and held it in her arms. She cradled it as it began to cry. At first she wasn't sure what to do, but she remembered a book she had read with a mother taking care of her child and said,

"Don't worry, you're safe now. You have a family now. Don't cry." Though a tear of her own splashed on the baby's cheek. The child calmed and started to coo.

"What should we name him, Sam?"

"I think," he paused. He looked up at the I/O tower, the beam of light was still reaching out into the darkness. Back to home and all the things he had to do, all the things that were out there waiting for him. He looked back at Quorra.

"Jordan. His name is Jordan"

Jayla woke up in the emergency room. The ceiling looked blurry. So did the lights and the drapes. And the figure of someone standing over her had just begun to take shape.

"Harry is that you?" She squinted and tried to make sense of it.

"It's me."

"Something wrong? You sound like you're at my funeral." She was trying to make light conversation, but it came out horribly wrong. She, like Harry, was agonizing over the results of the operation. She could see Dillinger and Sam talking out in the hall, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. Ryden was also outside waiting on an uncomfortable looking chair.

"I'm just worried about you, Jayla. You know that."

"Yeah. I'm worried about me too." He bent down and hugged her. And as he did, her leg twitched.

"Did you see that?" she asked.

"See what?" She tried moving her leg again. This time she kicked out and nearly kicked Harry in the side.

"I can move it. It's moving! I moved it!" Jayla sat up in bed and swung her feet over the side.

Sam and Ryden came in from the hall. "Not so fast. You probably want to wait a few days."

"Sam," Harry turned to him.

"It worked. Dillinger says it will be a few more days before we know if you'll be fully functional again Jayla, and we'll have to run some more tests, but it seems like things are under control."

Jayla's face turned red and she looked away. This was her boss, this was the guy who signed her paychecks, but she reached out and hugged him anyhow. She hugged Harry too.

"I can't believe it, I just can't." She tried putting her foot down at the side of the bed. Then she tested it, put a little weight on it. it held.

"Jayla, I don't think," Sam tried to interject.

"Help me up." Jayla put her arm around Harry's shoulder and Sam helped her stand up. She took a step forward and wobbled. Harry moved in to catch her, but Jayla said, "No I can do this. I know I can do this." She took another step, this time more assured. Dillinger came in from the hall where he had been making a phone call. Jayla looked over at him and then quickly made her way over, hugged him and ruffled his hair.

"Well that was unexpected," he said.

"Well start expecting it, Junior," Jayla said and gave him a peck on the cheek. Dillinger blushed. Sam laughed.

Quorra came in to see what all the commotion was about. She had been in the other lab taking some extra tests, and was finally finished. Jayla was still a little wobbly on her feet, but she made her way over to Quorra.

"You might not understand everything I've been through, but thank you. Really. Thank you Quorra."

Quorra smiled softly. "I didn't really do anything. It was Sam and Edward. It was their work. But I'm glad you're better."

Sam put a hand around her waist. "Come on Quorra. Jayla should rest. You guys should all rest. As your boss, I give you all the day off!" Harry and Ryden cheered.

"Thank you oh high and mighty one. We are most grateful," Ryden bowed.

Sam sighed, smiled and turned back to Quorra.

"You ready?"

"Sure!"

"See you guys later."

As they rode back to the arcade, Sam felt Quorra's arms wrapped around his body. It felt nice just to be there with her, like old times. They fit perfectly together on his Ducati. Now that things were moving forward, he thought about their future together, and Jordan's future. Only time would tell what the world would be like for him.

"Sam," Quorra's voice brought him back to the now.

"Yeah?"

"What's next?"

She put her head on his back and closed her eyes, waiting for his answer. Taking it all in, like the first time. The sun spilled down. The clouds raced across the sky.

"We change the world"