AN: So, I was watching Tron:Legacy with my daughter, she made a comment about Sam Flynn being like Captain Kirk and the plot bunny just manifested. In watching both movies again, I realized that they're eerily similar. This story is me putting Trek characters in the Tron universe. It won't be more than ten chapters. As always, I don't own Star Trek or Tron. The things I would do if I did...
"Hey, daddy," she said. "Do you think I'll ever get to see the Grid?"
"One day. When you're older," her father smiled. "The world was more beautiful than I ever dreamed and also more dangerous than I ever imagined. Hop in bed, sweet pea." Jamison did what her father told her to do so that she could hear the rest of the story. "Now, I met a brave warrior."
"Trek," the girl smiled.
"That's right. Trek."
"He fights for the users," she said, holding her Trek figurine.
"He sure does," George told her. "Oh, man, he showed me things that no one had ever imagined. There were these disk battles fought in spectacular arenas. Cycles that raced on ribbons of light. It was so cool. And together..."
"You built the Grid."
He chuckled, "We built a new grid for programs and users. Now, I couldn't be in there all the time, so I created a program in my own image that could think. Like you, and me. And I called him Clu."
"Codified Likeness Utility. I know that one, daddy," she said proudly.
"Of course you do, sweet pea. Now, Clu, Trek and I, we built the system, where all information was free and open. Beautiful. And then, one day, something extraordinary happened. A miracle."
"What was it?"
"That'll have to wait till next time, my little adventurer. I gotta get to work and you gotta go to bed," he told her.
"I wanna go with you."
"Like I said, one day you will. I promise," the man said before giving his daughter a kiss on the head.
"To the Grid?" she asked.
"Good night, Jamison," he smiled. "Hey, what do you say tomorrow you and I hit the arcade? You can take a crack at your old man's high score."
"First game's on me," Jamison said, flipping the lucky coin her dad gave her. "Can we play doubles? On the same team?"
"We're always on the same team, sweetie."
"Good evening. Our top story. Enterprise Technology CEO and video game icon George Kirk has disappeared," the news reporter said.
Jamison just glared at the T.V. There wasn't much else that a five year old girl could do. Her dad didn't come home. First it was one night, then two, now it's been two weeks. The adults didn't really talk near her much but she heard bits from her grandparents. Enterprise had been keeping it a secret until now.
"Kirk is best known for designing Trek and Space Paranoids, the two bestselling video games in history. He took ownership of Enterprise in nineteen eighty-five as the company skyrocketed to the top of the tech industry. But things changed in nineteen ninety-two with the tragic deaths of Kirk's wife, Winona Davis-Kirk, and their six year old son, George Samuel Kirk junior. Recently, Enterprise board members have been troubled by reports of Kirk's erratic, even obsessive, behavior. Sources inside Enterprise have confirmed that the company's board is seeking to seize control from Kirk's partner, Christopher Pike, vowing to return the company to profitability. In Pike's only statement to the press, he maintains his belief that Kirk is not missing and is instead pursuing his dream of 'a digital frontier to reshape the human condition'."
She watched as they played footage of her dad from an interview. She could even see herself playing in his office behind him, he took her to work with him all the time. He smiled at the reporter, "In there is a new world. It's our future… our destiny."
The reporter returned, "Even Kirk's most ardent supporters are now acknowledging a difficult truth. George Kirk may have simply run away. And while Kirk's loyalists hope for his imminent return, there is perhaps no one who wishes it more than Kirk's young daughter, Jamison, now the heir to an empire in turmoil. What will become of Kirk's legacy and the future of Enterprise Technology will most likely depend on what becomes of this now orphaned little girl."
"You shouldn't be watching this," Chris said from the door.
"Judging by what they said, neither should you," she told the man who looked like he could be her dad's brother. "He's coming back. He promised to show me the Grid. He wouldn't break that promise."
He sat on the floor next to her, "I hope you're right, kiddo. I really do."