Astra found herself tossing and turning that night as memories poured into her again, new ones, ones she had never had before, and when she finally awoke, she wondered at the appearance of her room, expecting to see crystalline walls and light glowing all around from the objects and walls around her.

She blinked as her memories of her current life returned to her, and sighed. She really had a hard time denying her dreams this time, they were so real, and so wonderful. She remembered defeating the MCP this time, and gagged at the thought of kissing Flynn. At the time, she simply followed what she felt, it was an impression of what Lora had done with Flynn before, it was a part of Yori, (as Astra distanced herself from her dreams), but she knew, just after it had happened, that Flynn had taken advantage of that, of her. She wasn't Lora and she had a man she only wanted to be intimate with, not anyone else.

She remembered distancing herself from Flynn since then, not letting him get too close without her Tron there, or not even seeing him without her Tron at all. She did still respect him as a User and friend, but she didn't trust him.

Shaking her head, she got up, eyes closed for a moment trying to block out the memories. Her heart hurt. She wanted to believe so badly. But she couldn't. I should probably tell Tron… She thought as she went to her shower to get ready for the day. He'd want to know… Maybe, he can help… I don't know when to bring it up though… She hesitated, hand hovering over the shower handle. Maybe not this cyc- today. She shook her head as she corrected herself, eyes closed shut. It was like her spirit was fighting her mind. She felt it deeply within her, but she just couldn't be sure. She had no proof. What if they were just dreams? She shook it off and got in the shower.

A few hours later and she was at ENCOM, her smile didn't quite reach her eyes and she was tiered, but in good enough spirits.

And leaning against the security desk, just waiting for her, with a teasing grin upon his lips, was Tron, eyes sparkling as she walked in the door. He noted her less than genuine smile and walked over to her, uncrossing his arms as he pushed off from the desk. "Have trouble sleeping?" He said and added in a whisper. "Must have been all of that dancing." He couldn't help but tease, hoping to lift her spirits.

She immediately perked up upon seeing him and almost answered him until he leaned in close. She blushed at his proximity. But when he whispered to her, her eyes lit up in a furious, yet teasing gleam and her mouth dropped in an "O" shape as she put her hands upon her hips and leaned in close as he stood back up. "Oh, you never know, it might have been." She grins and traces where his symbol would have been upon his chest.

His smile becomes radiant, which stops her heart, as he suppresses a shudder. Users I love her teasing! He thought as he reaches up to gently grab her hand, running his thumb over her palm a few times as he leads her towards the elevator to the rezzing room. "Good." He says happily back at her.

She blushes, but her smile is still intact. Goodness she loved this man! He knew just how to lift her spirits! She doesn't say anything as he leads her away, keeping her thoughts to herself, and knowing better than to ask him what they would be up to that cycle on the Grid until they were in the rezzing room.

Once in the elevator, she becomes acutely aware of his close presence and with her dreams so close to the surface, she realizes with a pang in her heart, that she wants him to hold her close, so, instead, she settles for bumping her head against his shoulder.

He looks down at her, surprised, reminded instantly of Yori as he looks down at her. He feels the want to hold her close too, and press his lips against her neck. But, with thoughts of his dead bondmate resurfaced, he simply stands there and turns his gaze to the wall in front of them.

Astra releases her head after a few seconds and stares sadly in front of her as well. Maybe I should tell him today… She thought as the door opened.

Soon they were in the rezzing room and she feels it safe to ask her question. "So, what are we doing today?" She says with a smile and a hand upon her hip.

He turned back to her then after having worked the controls for the laser and grinned. "Training." He said simply and stood beside her to be rezzed onto the Grid.

She just grins at him, teasing, and looks up to him, unable to say anything before they're on the Grid. She speaks then with a teasing tone. "Oh? Sounds fun." She grins at him.

He laughs and shakes his head as he looks back at her. "You really don't know when to fear, do you?" If he were willing to admit it, he held love in his eyes at this fact.

She just smiled cheekily up at him, hands on hips, and said. "No."

He chuckled then and rezzed up his lightcycle and gets on. "Then I'll have to push you extra hard today." He smirks as he rezzes his helmet over his face.

She just breathes out a laugh and gets on behind him. "I can handle it." Rezzing her own helmet over her face this time and holding on tight.

He just grinned behind his helmet, looked forward and shot off down the street.

It didn't take long to get there, but both felt the exhilaration of driving so fast down the city streets, and were smiling happily once they reached Tron Tower.

Beck and Mara were working just inside the door and greeted them as they entered. "Welcome back!" Beck said as Mara smiled and said. "Have a good drive here?" She was relieved to see the smiles on both of their faces, knowing that things were ok between them.

Tron laughed and nodded. "Yes. I think she enjoys the ride as much as I do!" He looks fondly to Astra beside him.

She beams up at him and nods. "I do!"

Mara smiles. "Good! We'll see you guys for energy after?" She said hopefully.

Tron nodded. "Yeah. I'm going to work her hard this cycle." He grins wickedly down at Astra who just looks up at him with teasing challenge.

Beck cough-laughs and shakes his head. "I hope she can handle it." He teased, knowing how difficult Tron's training could be.

Astra just looked at him with that same challenging look and said. "I can!"

Tron smiled and took her hand. "Then we should start as soon as possible. We'll see you two after." He said as he walked past them to the elevator.

Astra was ready for this, and excited. She loved his training sessions so far, and loved a good challenge, often doing things over and over again until she got it right. This was something that would come in handy as they began. Though this time, she took a moment to take her disk and make her hair a braid around her head, which went around twice, the end, though hidden under one of the loops of braid, tied off with a glowing white band, the back was French braided so that her bangs wouldn't get in her eyes.

Tron looked over to her appreciatively. "I like the new look." He added after a beat, his mind catching up with him. "It's efficient for training." And walked over to the control room to ready a new simulation and abruptly they were in the middle of a city Astra hadn't seen before.

Astra smiled back at him. "Thanks! I thought of it this morning. I thought it would help with training."

Tron nodded and they began, starting with him simulating a baton and rezzing it into a staff.

Astra did likewise almost as fast and took her fighting stance.

Tron attacked.

Astra managed to block just in time, but Tron's attacks came much faster this time, and with a slightly different technique, which surprised her as she struggled to keep up!

He assessed her movements, what she had taken away from their previous training, and her skill with her weapon. She wasn't as bad as she was when she started with him, but she needed a lot more training.

He stopped after a few more attacks and pulled back.

Astra was panting.

"You've gotten better, but you still need improvement. You need to be able to take on any opponent, and not all of them will use the same fighting style. Anticipate. You need to study your opponent's moves and predict what they will do next. A trained fighter is easier to deal with, an untrained one is unpredictable and will catch you off guard." He said with all seriousness, yet a soft voice.

Astra nodded as she caught her breath and stood straight. "I can do that." Though she knew it would take a bit of time to get used to it and predict moves at all, let alone like he could.

He nodded, satisfied with her answer. "Then let's try again." And launched another series of attacks upon her.

They continued like this for a few microcycles with a few breaks in between, but they didn't last for long as Astra's determination and seriousness won out every time, and Tron's own of the same as well.

Astra also had a hard time concentrating on her task, as every time she tried to watch him move, she was caught with his grace and prowess with his weapon… And how handsome he was.

He grinned when he noticed this after a few nanos and rezzed his helmet around his face. "You can't always read your opponent's expressions. Now, try again!" He teased yet was serious at the same time.

Astra just blushed more. She loved that helmet! It was so sexy and seemed so him! She grinned back and said cheekily. "Oh, I thought I was looking at your symbol to see how brightly it glowed." She couldn't help but flirt.

Tron just looked surprised behind his helmet and then chuckled. "Oooh. I might say the same about you." Low blow. He thought with a light blush to his symbol, he had to admit, her flirting tactic worked. Control. He thought the singular word as he tamped down his feelings for her.

It was about then that she changed the way she moved. It started with a graceful step here, then she twirled, and a graceful step there, a wide smile upon her face, yet concentrating.

He had noticed, and he swallowed. The way she moved… It was like… He thought with a blush to his symbol, when she danced. Immediately it had an effect upon him that he didn't think would happen this cycle, despite the flirtatious teasing he does with her, and he growled. Two can play at this game.

He started to prowl her, come up close and touch her rather than just a push or hit as per their training, and at times, touch a lightline. After a beat he asked. "What made you want to move like this?"

If Astra was having a hard time concentrating before, now was even worse! Her symbol lit up at his growl, and then at his closeness and touch. She had to suppress a shudder each time his fingers grazed a lightline. She looked up at him cheekily, and a bit flirtatiously, and said. "I wanted to move like you. So I decided to use the only method I had, dancing… Aaand." She landed a hit this time. "I wanted to see how you'd react." Her eyes gleamed.

His eyes went dark. She wanted to move like him. She was serious. He loved that about her! But her tactic had also worked for her ulterior motive. He grinned and brought his helmet right next to her ear, purring loudly. "Oh? And did you get the reaction you were hoping for?" He retracted his helmet, as she stood still, blushing, and placed his teeth to her neck. So much for control.

She shuddered and wasn't able to fully suppress a moan as his teeth grazed her neck, hand dropping her staff as it moved on its own to touch his symbol. "Yes." She all but whispered, eyes closed.

He grinned and brought his face an inch away from hers. "Good." And touched her symbol.

She shuddered and her head fell on his shoulder. "Tron." She whispered again, but then stood up. She looked like she wanted to tell him something, but let it go.

He noticed with concern and stood as well, regaining control over himself. "We should continue practising." His eyes softened as a flirtatious smile touched his lips. "Keep up the dancing. It improves your grace, and, helps you to maneuver better around me." And I get to watch her. He thought with a little guilty pleasure.

She nodded and picked up her staff, then took up her proper stance. "Thank you." She blushed, what was on her mind still weighed upon her, but she didn't let it deter her from a little flirting.

They practised for the rest of the time, until finally, Tron decided it was time to call it for the cycle and stood. "You did well this practice. Your creativity will help you fight, I'm impressed." I love that about you too. He honestly thought, but kept it in. In all honesty, with what had happened between them, he was finally able to think these things in the forefront of his mind, but he would be damned if he would say them out loud. It would mean he actually felt it, and he didn't want to give her the wrong idea.

She panted and smiled. "Thank you. It's, not easy trying to predict someone's moves."

Tron smiled. "It never is. Come." He ended the simulation and grabbed hold of her hand. "We should meet the others at the bar."

Astra looked relieved, yet happy as he grabbed her hand. Tomorrow. She thought as he led her out of the room and up to the bar.

Beck, Paige, Zed and Mara were already waiting for them. Beck waved them over. "You ran her down!" He teased Tron as he took in the messy hair and tired look of Astra.

Tron looked back at her dishevelledness and looked proud. "She pushed herself."

Astra just giggled and sat at the bar. "I wanted to get better."

Beck looked shocked, but smiled. "Well, she gets points for determination." He was honestly impressed, she must have trained almost as hard as he had.

Astra giggled. "Thanks."

Tron chuckled and sat at the counter. "How long have you guys been waiting?"

Mara piped up then. "Not long. Zed and I were just discussing weapons that could help with the next Infinitas attack."

That immediately perked Tron's attention. "What have you come up with?"

Astra leaned over to listen as Zed talked. "We've thought of combining your balls that immobilize their target with a canon that can fire rapidly from a stationary location." Zed smiled, then looked a bit sheepish. "We haven't figured out a way to make it movable yet, which might not be much use in large mobs like last time anyway."

Tron nodded, thoughtful. "That's a good idea. It will spare the invading Programs and will hit many in a short time. You have my permission to go ahead with it."

Zed smiled and looked back to Mara happily then back to Tron. "Thanks! You won't be disappointed!"

Mara smiled as well and took a sip from her energy.

Astra was thoughtful about the idea of the weapon and actually had a question. It impressed her that Tron had thought of a way to immobilize his target without hurting them. If she remembered from her dreams correctly… It seemed like something he wanted to do for some time.

She looked up to Tron. "A ball that immobilizes its target?" Her look said she was impressed.

He caught that look and smiled, pleased. "Yes. I came up with it shortly after I got here. It was possible. It's a small ball that fits in your hand, that when thrown, expands and envelops its target or targets." His eyes shone. "And holds them by the disk dock in the middle of it."

Astra's eyes lit up at that and she laughed. "That's amazing! It's safe, and highly efficient!" She meant it, though her laughter said she found it also funny.

Tron smiled at that and nodded. "It also allows the user of it to walk through the field generated by the ball and interact with the targets. Like taking their disk for inspection for example." His eyes trailed to Zed and Mara with that. If they were to use so many, they could get a hold of one of those invading Program's disks and learn what Infinitas was really up to. Though, that was a last resort. A Program didn't simply take another Program's disk unless it was really needed. Having to sort through their memories is a very private thing, but also, takes some time especially if you don't know when in their memories to look. It's much faster and less invasive to get it from the Program themselves via talking, which is why he hadn't done so with the Programs in containment.

He looked back to Astra, who looked at him with an awe and surprise, yet also a bit of uneasiness.

"That's really impressive! But… Taking a Program's disk… Or even a User's without asking… Is that what you really want to do?" She asked warily.

Tron nodded. "Only as a last resort, and if we know that the most recent memories will be the most useful. Having to sort through a Program's disk is very invasive and time-consuming. It's easier to get the information straight from the Program." He said with all seriousness, yet a gentle tone. He respected and was happy that she felt the way she did about taking someone's disk.

Astra nodded, her hand protectively going to her shoulder as if to reach to protect her disk. "I'm glad." Her eyes were clouded as she looked at the counter before her.

Tron didn't like that sad look upon her face, so he placed a hand upon hers on the counter. "I promise we won't invade a Program's memories unless needed."

Astra released her hand from her shoulder then to place it on top of his with a sad smile. "Thank you."

The others had been watching the exchange and looked amongst themselves. She was definitely different from most Users.

Tron smiled at that and pushed the drink that had been placed before her, up to her. "You should drink, you trained hard today." His eyes shone, remembering what had happened when she had drank too fast. She had also thought of this from the look on his face and her mood immediately perked. She looked up at him cheekily and took her glass with a smile. "Then I will." And immediately downed half of it.

His eyes went wide and before he could pull his hand away, he felt her arousal though her fingers. Whereas it wasn't unpleasant, not unwanted, he was trying to control himself around her, and he let out a low growl as her arousal passed through him.

She grinned cheekily at him and leaned in. "Got you back."

He growled lower at that and gripped her fingers. "Oh, I'll think of a way to repay you." His voice was low.

From beside him Beck coughed, and Paige smiled, keeping her laughter cleverly in.

Tron took that hint and let go of Astra's fingers, just as the feeling began to dim within her, and looked back to them.

Astra looked absolutely smug yet teasing. She always enjoyed getting a one-up on him, especially when he made her feel like that. She could feel his own passion within him through their fingers, which made her feel happy that she had caused that within him. And… It just happened, as it always did between them. She couldn't help herself…

Paige spoke up now to the both of them. "We're heading over to the club tomorrow, would you two like to come? I understand if you don't." She asked carefully.

Tron thought about that, then looked to Astra. "How do you feel about it?"

Astra took a few micros to think about it as her gaze travelled to his symbol, it helped her think. Finally, she rose her eyes to meet his. "I think it would be good." She smiled up at him. No hard feelings.

He smiled back, a bit relieved and nodded, then looked back to Paige. "We'll join you."

The four of them immediately looked relieved at that. "Then we'll meet you there after you're done training." Paige said happily.

Beck smiled lovingly at her and held her hand.

They continued talking and drinking for a little while after that, laughter filling the space and happy voices. It was a good time. Then, it was time for Astra to head back to the portal.

Tron smiled down at her and took her hand, offering to bring her back to the portal room. In truth, he just wanted to spend a little more time with her, she made him so happy and he enjoyed her company, perhaps too much, if he were to think on it.

She smiled up at him and nodded, accepting, and soon they were both leaving the bar for the elevator to the portal room.

"So, did you have fun today?" Tron said down to her with a smile.

Astra laughed and said. "Yeah! I love hanging out with you and your friends!" Then she added slyly. "And training was fun too. I think it was my favourite time this cycle."

Tron's symbol flared at that. "Oh? And why is that?"

Astra rested her forehead on his shoulder. "Because I got to spend more time alone with you." She was going out on a limb here, worrying it was too far, but she hoped he wouldn't read too much into it.

Tron paused, he was both pleased and worried. After a moment's thought, he chose to go with pleased, and let his fears be tamped down. Though he knew when a girl liked him, he liked her too, and Users be damned if he was going to push her away. At least, from what they had. "I enjoyed that time too." He said quietly back.

She smiled as she lifted her head from his shoulder, when her symbol and heart suddenly panged with pain and she groaned and nearly fell over!

Tron immediately reached down to catch her and see if she was alright! "Astra! What happened?"

Astra opened her eyes, hand going to her symbol. "I… Just felt… Nostalgic." Her eyes filled with tears. She remembered being Yori just at that moment and felt the need to be with him more than ever.

Tron watched her a nano and then gently took her face into his hands. "Dreams again?"

She nodded. "Yes." And looked away, he released her easily. She didn't know if she could face his judgement.

Tron gently placed a finger under her chin and turned her face towards him. "Tell me."

Astra looked at him a nano then, nodded. "Alright, but, not here." She looked around, they were still in the elevator.

He nodded. "We can go to my quarters." He made the quick decision and pressed the button to alter the elevator's course.

Astra looked up at him surprised! But she was also happy. I wonder what his room looks like… She thought with anticipation, her heart beating fast. She tried to shake off her excitement, she was going to show him what she dreamt of, and learn if it actually happened or not.

Tron lowered his hand from the button and looked down at Astra. His mind was racing. Could she have dreamt something more of Yori? He thought as he took in her features. She was looking up at him with a controlled expression. She must be worried. He thought and smiled. "It's probably nothing. Don't worry." He reassured her, though inwardly, he was also in turmoil. What would it mean if she did dream more of Yori?

Astra smiled then and nodded, wordless.

The ding sounded for their floor and the doors opened. Tron stepped in, Astra following.

She looked around, taking it all in. It was simple but had some glowing simulations here and there, and the walls glowed with lines upon them and the ceiling. The bed was off to the back of the room with a window on the wall beside it. It was very spacious, mostly open space in the middle of the room. Astra smiled. It seemed so him, and yet, the simulations reminded her of her dreams. He must cherish that time a lot. She thought fondly. If he loved Yori as much as he said he does, then he must have made these in memory of her.

She looked up at him. "It's nice. I like the simulations."

Tron looked at her, a bit quizzically. "How do you know these are simulations?"

Astra blushed and looked to one. "I dreamt of making them."

His face was a mask as he stared at her. Finally, he nodded and waved to the bed. "I never have any guests here, so there's nowhere else to sit. Come." He walked to the bed and sat on it.

Astra blushed further and nodded, sitting beside him. She was a bit nervous, for two reasons. One, she was sitting on his bed. Two, she was going to find out something about her dreams.

Gingerly, she reached to her back and pulled off her disk. "I'll let you see them. It will be easier that way." She handed him her disk.

He nodded and took it gently. He was worried about what he might see, but, opened the interface anyway and went to the time she was asleep. It didn't take long before the dreams started pouring forth. At first it showed her working for the MCP and building the Solar Sailer. Then it showed her making her simulations in her apartment… Finally, it showed when they rescued the System from the MCP. He had no way of knowing what she thought or felt during these moments, so he watched. He would ask after.

Once it finished, he shut off the disk and sat quietly, holding it in his hands.

Astra watched him nervously, finally speaking. "It happened. Didn't it?"

Tron just sat for a nano, then nodded. "Yes." He wasn't going to run from it this time. As the dreams unfolded before his eyes, he grew more and more surprised and scared. She dreamt of being Yori. She must b- No. No it was coincidence. But how? He was going to find out.

Finally, he sighed and handed her disk back to her.

She watched him, heart racing. It happened. I am… Am I…? She wasn't quite ready to believe it.

Taking her disk, she put it back on her back. "For the record, I never trusted Flynn again after he kissed me… That's why I kept at a distance from him and only saw him when you were around after that." She looked down at his symbol. It brought her peace.

He looked at her surprised, then, took her hand. "Tell me about when you were under the MCP's control." That was something only Yori would know… And she had told him.

"During the MCP's control, I became more and more… Listless? Controlled? I don't know how to describe it. I worked on the Solar Sailer… OH! And I sent some Programs to get you out of the games! But it fell through… They weren't able to trace it back to me though." She smiled mischievously and proudly. "I made sure they didn't know who I was." She looked up at him and continued. "I created simulations in my room for you, when you would escape, so that you would have something a little closer to home to see… I remember a crystalline palace, filled with music and light." Her eyes grew warm, distant. "We had such good memories there…" She snapped back to the present. "I also created to help me keep myself. The more functions I lost and the less energy I had, the more controlled I was, less like me. I think I would have been like all the others if I hadn't had my simulations." She smiled then. "I thank Lora-Prime for that." Her eyes went wide. "I mean Lora!" She was embarrassed. She talked like Yori.

Shaking her head she continued. "I feared the System would shut down if the MCP continued what he was doing to it and the Programs. Taking in all of the energy for himself… It was hard times." She breathed in. "When you found me, I felt that was the last cycle I would be able to keep myself. That if I had went home, I wouldn't even be able to create. I was given less and less energy, and even more of my functions were being shut down even just before you gave me energy." She shook her head, sadness evident upon her features. "It had become that I would start creating when I got home out of habit, if I hadn't started so early, I wouldn't have even had the subconscious memory to do it. Slowly, as I created, I regained parts of myself, my memories, personality, even at the cost of the energy it took to create. I didn't think I would even have that… But then!" Her eyes lit up with a smile. "You found me! Just like I knew you would!" She bounced where she sat, hands upon her legs. "You brought me back! And rescued me! I was so happy to see you." Her eyes glazed over with happiness and memory. "That's when I brought you to my place." She giggled. "And you hated it! I loved that about you. I could show off!" Her eyes gleamed as she sat and waited.

He just sat there a nano, then, slowly, he reached out for her hand and spoke softly. "I still can't say you're Yori… But, that is exactly, how Yori described it to me." His eyes met hers.

Her breath hitched at that look. He still cannot say. She thought sadly. She would not believe then either. "So I really am dreaming of being her." She said softly.

He nodded. "Yes." He ran his thumb over her hand. "I don't know why, but you are. It, might mean something… We'll have to see."

She nodded, distracted by his touch, his thumb kept that rhythmic stroke against the back of her hand, causing her to feel a bit of what he did. It was dull, though she picked up small bits, even though he wasn't touching a lightline. He felt apprehension yet excitement and happiness all at once. She wondered what he had to fear. But she also wondered if he somehow had become closer to her… She leaned over and gently touched the centre square of his symbol with her free hand.

He looked down, they both smiled a bit. She remembered when they had made love that cycle that he had rescued her from the MCP… No, she remembered what Yori had done and experienced. His mind was in turmoil. Her touch was exactly the same.

He breathed in as she moved her hand to his left square and started to trace down. It was a near-replay of the events that cycle. They were both entranced by its memory.

Astra couldn't help herself, her eyes glazed over as memories took hold of her and she trailed her way down his chest, he didn't move, to his waist…

He gasped as she came close to his most sensitive area and grasped her hand, eyes dark, a low purr upon his lips. He said nothing as he used both hands to gently push her down onto the bed.

She went willingly, her symbol flashing brightly as a blush tinted her cheeks, filled with anticipation. That feeling of needing to be close to her Tron taking over, her memories became a blur of both dreams and her own in that moment. She lifted her hand to his symbol, and "touched" him.

If he was aroused before, he was even more so now! Her passion and feeling of Yori poured into him. In the back of his mind, he registered that she must be remembering being Yori, but it was so quiet against his own passion building at that touch! He growled and swung his leg over her so that he was on his knees on the bed over top of her, his hands at her shoulders.

Slowly, he brought his left hand down, along the lightlines of her shoulder, to her own symbol in a "touch" of his own, sending his own want of her through his fingers.

She gasped as her back arched in passion as his want filtered through her, spreading to her abdomen and making her forget all previous fears of him not wanting to be close to her. "Tron…" She moaned, eyes closed. Then, she lifted her hand to trace up, along his neck, to curl into his hair. She wanted so much to kiss him!

He let her hand wander into his hair and closed his eyes, shuddering as she continued to "touch" him, even where he held no lightlines, it was still potent. He leaned in and put his lips to her neck. He wanted so much to kiss her! But something held him back, he couldn't remember what, as the feeling of Yori filled him. He nipped her.

She gasped again and sighed into his shoulder, distantly she registered that he smelled of electricity and ozone, a very familiar smell… It only made her want him more. She held her hand onto his head, holding him there, not wanting him to stop.

He grinned, his purr even louder as he nipped her again and brought his body on top of hers with just enough pressure, all of their lightlines met in a "touch", yet he didn't apply his full weight.

They both moaned in pleasure.

"Tron!" Astra called.

"Yori…" Tron growled.

For some reason, her dreams held a higher grip on her consciousness in that moment and she couldn't differentiate that name from her own. Unphased, she ran her hands down his back in a "touch," and writhed under him.

He growls into her neck and lifts his head, hand going to their bond upon her right wrist. It reveals in a glow of violet causing them both to cry out in passion as pleasure coursed through Astra and back, into Tron.

Her back arches into him as she writhes beneath him. "Tron!" She all but whispers, and lowers her hand to his waist to come around to his chest.

Though he loathed to do it, something in him awoke and he grabbed her hand before she could bring it around to the front further. He grunted and got off of her, both breathing heavily, and sat back on his knees. He still held her wrist, though he was no longer "touching" her.

She immediately protested and tried to move her hands out of his grasp to touch him.

He held her firm, taking in her features. Her being filled with passion, he could see it more now… His senses coming back to him. Her features were softer somehow than Yori's, her face longer, yet her cheek bones were not as prominent, her eyes more oval than round, but she looked so much like his Yori at that moment. He was surprised he hadn't seen it before. (Like young Avril Lavigne. I have the picture on my AO3 story chapter)

She looked up at him finally, when she noticed he wasn't moving, and breathed for a moment, coming down from their passion. She had noticed he had stopped "touching" her, and the feeling sent through his touch was unintelligible. He seemed a swirl of emotions as he stared at her.

"You look so much like her." He finally said in a whisper.

She heard him and her mind sluggishly tried to figure out what he had meant. Finally, it clicked and her own memories of her current life regained control. She blinked and blushed, then tried to pull her arms in. She was embarrassed, she didn't want to have done what she did without being in a relationship, which, now was forefront of her mind as she remembered being Yori still. "Am I her?" She asked.

He shook his head and released her. "No." And looked away. "I'll take you to the portal room." If he was willing to admit it, he thought she was. He knew deep down she had to be, but he was simply too stubborn to admit it to himself. Her touch, her memories, even her features, though different. She was her. He tamped it down.

Astra looked sadly down at her hands as she sat up, tears on the verge of spilling from her eyes, but she blinked them away. "I…" She started to say, feel like her. But it didn't come out, she just sat there until he stood and offered her his hand.

He looked at her with a new expression, one that held love, though guarded, like he had discovered something he wasn't willing to admit to himself. That, made Astra think differently.

She blinked once to rid her eyes of her tears as a new hope welled within her. He didn't do what he had done simply because of her dreams, or being Yori, and, he seemed to believe she was, deep down. She finally held hope that she might be able to be with him, one day, and took his hand.

"I hope to see you tomorrow." He said as he led her to the door.

"I'll be here." She said with a renewed happiness.

"Good." He smiled at her and the elevator door opened. He stepped through, and this time, held her close.

She sighed and closed her eyes, happy, as he held her, he still felt of turmoil, but it seemed softer somehow.

He let go just before the door opened again, and he led her to the portal, letting go of her hand as she stepped up to it.

They smiled at each other as she disappeared, they would see each other again soon.

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Time on the Grid/In the System

Cycle = Day/Year in Legacy
Milicycle = 8 hours
Microcycle = Hour/Day in Classic
Nano/Nanoseconds = Minutes
Micro = Second

Tron: Uprising introduced the use of using Cycles as days, which can actually be acceptable, whereas on the official wiki, an image shows a cycle as a year, I've reconnected this for the Uprising version, which just makes it easier on me. It may be that Programs do run for most of a cycle at a time, we don't know for certain, but we do know that they have a sleepcycle, which must last at least 8 hours, so a milicycle of their time.

Likewise, Microcycles seemed to be referred to as hours in Tron: Uprising, which I also use. They're also used by Ram in Tron: Classic, it seems it's days according to the book, not hours, which makes sense. But again, I'm going by Uprising.

Nanoseconds is something that was used by Yori on the solar sailer in the script and movie, and it meant minutes. I like to use Nano as it's something I remember using from my dreams, and it's a nice short version.

Micro is used by Yori in the script. (You can find it by searching "tron classic script" on google. It's the first link.) It seems to mean a second.