How many of you believe in miracles now, huh? Honestly, I had most of this typed up a long time ago...particularly the last bit. So...that said, here's 44

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

Key:

"adfasdfa" -Grid announcement

"adfasdfa" -Monitor's Sensing (Grid's voice to Her Monitors)

"adfasdfa"-thoughts/announcements/memories

Chapter 44

The Way Out

The three made their way to the Sailer…and Tron yanked his nephew and son backwards behind a wall.

"Black Guards," he stated, nodding his head at the Sailer, "They were expecting us,"

"What?" Kevin asked, "You can't be serious,"

"Clu knows me too well," Tron growled, "He knew I would try to escape to the Portal. He knows that Alan-One is the only one who can fix me,"

"If Grandpa Alan is the only one who can fix you…then why didn't he fix you when he came here?"

"Wait…Alan-One came here?" Beck asked, blinking, "And you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't think it was that relevant," Tron said, "Besides, you were too occupied on your date,"

"It wasn't a date!"

"Looked like it to me," Tron chuckled, "You looked at her like I looked at Yori when I first met her…and you kept staring at her like I did when I saw the sun for the first time,"

Beck's eyes narrowed and he gave a small hiss of pain, holding his head…

"Higher Daddy! Higher!" I cheered as I felt strong hands on my back, pushing the swing.

"Any higher and you'll be going to the moon!" came Tron's laugh from behind me.

"NO! To the sun!" I giggled, "To the sun!"

Beck gasped, grabbing the wall to brace himself.

"You ok, buddy?" Kevin asked.

"I…I don't know," Beck admitted, "This is happening more and more often…"

"We'll figure it out once we get help," Tron told him, "Right now, we need to find another way to the Portal…a three seater Lightjet would be just fine,"

"Where in the Grid are we going to find one of those!?" Beck hissed, turning around.

"We'll find one," Tron reassured him, "We just have to look,"

Beck turned around and stared wide-eyed at the alley behind them.

"Um…Tron…?"

Tron turned around just to see Kevin wobbling on his knees…right in front of a three seater Lightjet that was just rezzing over with black pixels while its circuits flickered white.

And he fell to the ground, his cloak spread across the ground.

Tron and Beck rushed over to the User and Tron picked the boy up off the ground, noticing a faint silver streak going through Kevin's hair.

"Kevin…" Tron started and the icy blue eyes fluttered open tiredly.

"One three seater Lightjet to go," Kevin said with a tired smile, "Ohhhh…tell the guy with the jackhammer to lay off will ya?"

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Tron laughed…reminded of Flynn's exact words when he created a junction so many, many cycles ago.

"You did well, Grandson of Flynn," Tron said with a faint smile, "Your grandfather would be proud,"

"Hey, Uncle?" Kevin asked, looking down at the illumined black robe, "What the heck am I wearing? I look like a monk…or like I'm wearing a bathrobe,"

"Let's just say…you look more like Flynn than ever," Tron told him, "Now…let's go home,"

He picked the young User up, putting him in the middle seat while Tron sat down in the passenger seat and Beck took the pilot's seat.

"You know what to do," Tron told his son while Beck gave a bright grin.


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The threesome had just barely made it to the outskirts of the Sea when they started getting chased.

"Kevin…" Tron started, "How well can you see?"

"Pretty well," Kevin replied, "Now if we had some of those energy cubes…"

"For the love of the Users no!" Beck yelled, jerking the jet to the side as the enemy started firing, "He was over charged for two millicycles! And that's saying something coming from me! I'm putting it this way…we are never letting him get his Disk zapped by lightning,"

"That sounds like it would hurt," Kevin retorted.

"Oh it doesn't hurt," Beck replied, "It's the best charge you can get…and it's amazing…"

"Cool! I want to try!"

"NO!" both Monitors yelled, making Kevin shrink back.

"Kevin…since you're seeing well enough," Tron stated, tapping on the controls, "Take the turret,"

"Huh?" Kevin asked as the seat started sliding backwards, turning around as the back of the jet opened up and two triggers unfolded next to Kevin's hands.

The half-ISO gave an evil grin.

"Oh man, I'm all over this!" he cackled as he started to open fire, "YEAH!"

"Great, you gave him the guns," Beck deadpanned, "We're gonna die,"

"As long as he's a better shot than his father, we'll be fine," Tron replied tersely.

He gave a low growl of pain, doubling over as his circuits spasmed. Beck put a hand on his father's shoulder, but this time, the red didn't abate.

Tron looked at his son sadly.

"I don't think there's much you can do now, Beck," he sighed, "Just head east. I know where I'm going,"

"Which one," Beck muttered to himself.

"I know where I'm going," Tron growled, eyes flickering darkly, and then dimming as Beck shot him a frightened look, "I'm sorry…I'm…frazzled…"

"You can say that again,"

"HEL-LOO!" Kevin yelled, "I could use some help back here!"

"Apparently he's a worse shot than his father," Tron deadpanned, flipping the switch for the lightribbons.

"One down! Five to go!" Kevin called.

Two jets crossed streams in front of the white jet and Tron braced himself…but Beck seemed to know what he was doing, firing incessantly at the ribbons until they were weak enough that he could break through.

"Good," Tron said with a faint smile.

Beck beamed, blue eyes sparking happily as he turned back towards the front.

"We got to split 'em up!" Kevin yelled.

"No problem!" Beck yelled back.

"Beck…" Tron started as Beck flew full speed at one of the floating spires that surrounded the Portal.

"Don't worry," Beck replied.

The spire came closer…

"Beck…"

He was ignored.

"BECK!" Tron roared, reaching for the controls right as Beck jerked them away, swerving at the last second and letting the jet right behind them crash into the the spire.

"I knew what I was doing," Beck replied nonchalantly.

Tron shot his son a dirty look.

"Next time…warn me,"

They heard Kevin give a yell of triumph and Tron looked back just to see a jet falling into the Sea…wings clipped.

"HAVE A NICE SWIM LOSER!" Kevin crowed, pumping his fist.

Beck gave a loud laugh right as he brought the jet up, barrel rolling and crossing the streams from it in front of another single pilot jet, slicing off it's wings.

"I had that one!" Kevin yelled.

"Well I got it first!" Beck called back.

"Boys, stop fighting," Tron ordered, "It…"

He froze, shaking terribly as his side of the jet brushed the water.

"Tron!?" Beck yelled, "Hey!"

He poked his father in the shoulder, jerking him out of his fear.

"You ok?"

"He's not a big fan of water!" Kevin yelled, "Hey, Beck! Go up! We've gotta get behind this guy! He's gettin' a little too close for comfort!"

"YOU WANT ME TO STALL THE JET!?" Beck demanded, "ARE YOU INSANE!?"

"NO!" Tron snapped, "He's right…he's replaying his mother's memories…all Child Programs, Basic or ISO, have memories from their preferred parent just like the majority of their personality comes from that parent. Kevin's only got one Program as a parent…he's seeing some of Quorra's memories…and some of Sam Flynn's by the looks of it. Quorra stalled the jet when they were being pursued by Clu and his entourage the first time. They shot down the enemy jet easily,"

"I don't think this is a good idea…" Beck muttered, but he eased the controls into a steep climb with the other jet on their tail.

"HE'S GAINING ON US!" Kevin shrieked.

And Beck felt the jet shudder underneath him as the engine cut out.

"Here we go," he muttered as the jet started to fall, and Kevin's wild laughter filled his ears.

They ended up behind the other jet…

"Open fire!" Tron ordered.

"But…it'll derezz him!" Beck protested.

"I know this Program, Beck, he was one of my first soldiers during my bit under Clu's influence," Tron told him, "He was among the first defectors. He did so willingly, he will never change. I know this is hard…but we must if we want to…"

He cut off with a low groan of pain…

And Beck open fired.

The jet in front of them blew apart, sending the Program into the Sea.

"That's my boy," Tron thought watching as the young Monitor sent the jet into a roll once again, making Kevin screech in indignation and derezzing another enemy jet.

"One more," Beck started, watching as Kevin started shooting.

The young User' shots were wild…but one got lucky, slamming into the Black Guard's chest and derezzing him instantly.

"And then there were none," Beck murmured sadly.

Tron put a shaking, reassuring hand on his son's arm as Kevin came back to sit between them.

"How much farther until we reach the Portal?" Kevin asked…

Right as the sky burst into brilliant white fire.

"Never mind," Kevin whispered in awe.

"There it is. Put us down there, Beck," Tron ordered, gritting his teeth as a fresh wave of pain rippled through him.

"Hang on," Beck warned, "I haven't had much practice in landing these…could get a little rough.


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The two cousins helped their wounded family member towards the Portal. Kevin had no problem heading towards it…Beck however…

"I have the feeling that I shouldn't be here," he murmured.

"You're a Basic…Flynn made the…Portal…like that," Tron growled, "Keep us…away…"

"We need to keep moving," Kevin told him, "Otherwise…well…it ain't gonna be pretty, that's all I can say,"

"Right…" Beck agreed as they went up the stairs…

And all three of them froze.

They weren't alone.

"I had a feeling you'd be here," a breathy voice chuckled.

"YOU!" Beck snarled.

"Cyrus…" Tron started, "I knew you…survived…"

"Oh you never thought I died?" Cyrus sneered, "I'm touched, Tron…or should I say Rinzler,"

"Say it…again…and I'll rip you…to pieces," Tron snarled, eyes flicking red-amber for a second before fading.

"And Beta!" Cyrus grinned, "Good to see you in one piece…"

"No thanks to you Bug-brain," Kevin snapped, "Murderer! You killed Able!"

"Oh were you close to him little ISO?" Cyrus cooed, "Or should I say User,"

"Keep talkin' null-unit, 'cause once I'm outta here…you're deleted!"

Cyrus ignored him and turned his gaze to the fiery red-amber gaze of the Child Basic supporting his father.

"And you…the son of Tron," Cyrus hummed, "How's it feel to know you're the son of a murderer!"

"He's not my father, Cyrus," Beck snapped, "I might not know who is, but I do know that Tron has always been there, watching over me. Rinzler is a murderer, not Tron,"

"Looks to me like Tron doesn't have much longer," Cyrus sneered, "I see my little virus worked,"

"You did this!?" Beck demanded, "Why!?"

"You'd be surprised at what Clu would give for his little pet back,"

"I. Am. NO ONE'S. PET!" Tron snarled, circuits flaring brilliant scarlet as his sound rumbled to life.

"All he wanted was his perfect little Rinzler…"

The Monitor gave an ungodly screech and started forwards but Kevin and Beck held him back.

"He's not worth it!" Beck hissed, "Please…Tron…come back…"

"Haven't you figured it out yet, Renegade!?" Cyrus sneered, "He's never coming back! He's Rinzler…Tron is dead!"

Beck's cold, steel blue gaze locked on Cyrus…and the son of Tron snapped.

The Child Basic rushed forwards, rage fueling his moves as he snapped his fist into Cyrus' surprised face. Hot, angry tears leaked out from Beck's eyes as he pummeled the murderer.

He had lost Able…lost his father…he would not lose Tron.

Cyrus shoved him off and Beck skidded to a stop before charging in again. Cyrus landed a blow into Beck's side and the boy yelled. Cyrus used the opportunity and kicked Beck so that he very nearly tumbled off the edge of the platform.

Kevin yelled, charging in and screaming revenge for Able. He didn't have all of Beck's training or Tron's expertise and was promptly thrown backwards into the Portal where his body glowed for an instant before pixelating and shattering, streaming up into the laser and back into the User world.

Cyrus continued towards Beck and put his foot on Beck's fingers, crushing them and making Beck scream.

"So long, Son of Tron," Cyrus chuckled, "It was nice knowing you,"

"NOOOOOOO!"

A black and blue-white blur slammed into Cyrus, knocking him over. A skeletal-circuited hand grabbed Beck's wrist and yanked him upwards. Beck looked up into his father's steel blue eyes.

"Thanks," he breathed.

Tron gave a nod…before staggering backwards, crying out as he hit a wall.

"Tron!" Beck cried, starting forwards.

"Beck…go!" Tron yelled, clutching his side as red surged through his circuits, "Go! NOW!"

"I can't leave you with him!" Beck snapped back, casting a glance at where Cyrus had fallen and was now starting to get back up.

"Don't worry about me," Tron replied with a dark laugh as his eyes flicked between amber and blue repeatedly, "I…I'll…be…fine…"

He gave a low growl and he threw his head back, cracking it against the wall, the muscles in his neck taut, his teeth bared in a pained grimace as a pain filled moan escaped his throat.

"GO!" he yelled, "I can't hold back much…longer…"

Beck stumbled backwards into the Portal's white light, his steely eyes frightened for his beloved mentor…his father, even though he had no idea that the latter part was true.

"I can't…" Beck whispered.

Cyrus made a move towards Beck and Tron swept the Program's feet out from under him.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?" Tron shrieked as he fell back to the ground, "GO!"

"I'm not leaving you!"

"You can and you will!" Tron snarled, "If you don't either Cyrus or Rinzler will derezz you…I…I can't hold back anymore…I'm sorry, Beck…"

In a final movement, Tron took off his Disks, raising the conjoined objects above his head.

Beck took off his own Disk and raised it above his head, squinting against the brilliant white light.

"Yes!" Tron yelled, "Go! Find Alan-One! Let go Beck!"

His Disk split in two as he lowered his arms, the blue-white inner rim flushing with orange.

"Please let go…" Tron breathed, bowing his head while tears slipped down his nose.

Beck's grip loosened and the Disk slipped free, rising into the Portal's beam. The young Program's tear filled eyes locked with his father's before the world stopped, freezing and turning dark…

And now the boy's back home! ...Just without his dad. Next time we get to see Beck's reaction to the User world...but he doesn't see someone extremely special who has been waiting five years to see him again.

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.