HA! Ladies and Gentlemen, we are finally in Legacy territory! And we have some cameos in here as well! Just to let you know, there will be three...maybe four...chapters in Legacy and then one post-Legacy. Honestly, I hope you guys enjoy this...I had fun writing this. Next one though...I think I'll have even more fun!

Chapter 13

Jalen's Daughter & Flynn's Son

After another day of hiding rebels from Clu…Yori was dead tired. The Simulations Program came into her home and shut the door, flipping on the light…just to see something dark in the corner of her eye.

Yori immediately whipped out her Disk and slashed, only to have her intruder yelp and duck, diving out of the way.

"Yori!" came a familiar voice.

The Simulation's Program gave a low growl as she put up her Disk.

"Quorra!" she sighed, "You know you're not supposed to be here!"

She put a hand to her temple, trying to ease the processor ache that had started up as well as her wildly pulsing circuits.

"I thought you were Rinzler,"

"Rinzler's taller," Quorra deadpanned, the final remnants of her mask disappearing, "And he's got little lights on the side of his helmet, I've only got the one in the front and long ones on the sides and bottom…because of Anon's gift,"

She rubbed her arms gently, swallowing hard.

"Not to mention, his circuits are red," she muttered, "Besides…why would he come here?"

"It wouldn't be the first time," Yori deadpanned, "Clu sends him here every few cycles to keep me in line. Or so he says,"

"You think it's something different?" Quorra asked.

"I think he just wants to scare me or make me feel even worse than I do," Yori sighed.

"Why?" Quorra started, "How?"

"Other than that User-awful sound he makes?" Yori shuddered, "Quorra…his circuits…they're exactly like Tron's,"

She touched her chest.

"Right down to the 'T'," she whispered, her circuits flickering dimly as her outline seemed to pale.

"Yori…don't do it," Quorra ordered sternly, grabbing her almost aunt by the shoulders, "Aunt Yori…your promise! I know it's been a thousand cycles but you promised you wouldn't fade on me!"

Yori's circuits brightened slightly and her outline cleared up as the Simulations Program gave a weak smile.

"I don't break my promises," she replied tiredly, "Quorra, I'm old…I never thought I'd say that but I am. Older than anyone on the Grid, not even the Programs on the Old Server are my age…I'm alone. Clu's been derezzing anyone who's had ties with me,"

"You need to move then," Quorra told her, "If Clu has been sending his little pet here…he could very easily kill you,"

"He already has," Yori growled, "He killed me the moment he killed Tron,"

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Quorra had only left because of Yori's urgings that Clu would find her here. Yori had also told her that she had pretty much moved out, and the next time Clu checked her home, Yori wouldn't be there. It eased the young ISO's mind…but the notion that Yori had 'died' when Clu killed Tron still made her shudder.

If that was what loving someone was like…she didn't like it.

Every time she got close to someone, she lost them.

The young ISO shook her head as she walked through the city, keeping her head down and her sleeve over her mark. It wasn't easy moving through the crowd…which was unusually thick this millicycle.

"Did you hear about the User?" one Program asked.

Quorra stopped, looking up. User?

"Yeah!" his companion nodded, her pale eyes wide, "I heard Rinzler nearly killed him but the Enforcer stopped right as he was getting ready to derezz him. The User put up a force-field and deflected the Disk!"

"No you're crazy!" the other scoffed, shaking his head, "He obviously used some sort of User-voodoo on Rinzler. The Enforcer never lets his prey go…"

"Who is the User?" Quorra asked, unable to keep her curiosity at bay.

Both Basics looked at her as if she was nuts.

"They say it's Flynn himself," one of them replied.

"You're wrong then," a dark skinned Program stated, walking up.

"What makes you say that?" Quorra asked, looking at the tall, lean frame of the Program.

"Because I saw the match," he shrugged, "It's not Kevin Flynn…it's some User called Sam Flynn,"

"The Creator's son?" the female Program asked, hushed, "Cutler, if you're right…"

"I'm right, Diana," the dark skinned Program insisted, "Normally am about these things. Like how the Users aren't as awful as Clu makes them out to be…and you of all Programs know that. After all…you were the one who was saved by an ISO in the Games!"

Quorra froze, watching the female Basic carefully.

"I'm not going to forget that," Diana murmured, "If he hadn't thrown me out of the way…I wouldn't be standing here. I had a reason to fight in the ISO Wars, Cutler…I owe my life to Jalen, leader of the ISOs,"

Quorra moved away, breathing hard, her hand against the nearest building. She had met the Program who her father had saved…his last act before succumbing to the Virus inside him.

[Your father was a good Program] came the ping, making Quorra jump sky-high before whirling around to face the incredibly pale silver gaze of the female Basic [I'm sorry he had to die for me to live. You have his eyes…don't worry…I won't tell anyone else]

[Thank you] Quorra pinged back [Maybe you can help me this time…Sam Flynn…where is he?]

[Clu's putting him on the light-cycle grid…if you hurry you can save him] Diana replied [Good luck]

Quorra nodded her thanks and sprinted off, activating her helmet.

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She had climbed up on a billboard, watching as Clu's throne ship landed and his little hench-Program…Jarvis if Quorra remembered right…walked out, followed by two guards and a baton bearer and…

Dear Users! They were right!

A young man in blindingly white circuits with Flynn's hair, eyes, and structure was being flanked by the guards…and he did not look happy.

"Greetings Programs!" Jarvis called, the crowd cheered, "Oh, what an occasion we have here before us…because your rumors are true! We do indeed have in our midst a User!"

The crowd booed as he pointed at the young, blinding white User.

"A User…" he repeated…as if afraid and unsure.

"You should be," Quorra thought bitterly, eyes flashing darkly behind the ebony mask.

"So, what to do? What does this User deserve?" Jarvis asked "...Might I suggest perhaps…the challenge of the Grid?"

The crowd cheered wildly and Quorra shifted uneasily. Lightcycle battle…that wasn't going to be easy. She had to get him out before Clu could kill him. If she could get Sam Flynn out…she might finally be able to see a true smile on Flynn's face. Even after all these cycles…

"And…who best to battle this singular opponent?" Jarvis continued, "Perhaps one who has some experience in these matters,"

Music started to play and stairs unfolded from the ship as Clu started to descend.

"Oh, yes, indeed, Programs," Jarvis shouted, "Your Liberator! Your Luminary! Your leader and maker!"

Clu strode towards the Son of Flynn.

"The one who vanquished the tyranny of the User those many cycles before!"

Clu leaned in to say something to the young User…making Sam Flynn bristle in anger.

"Clu!" Jarvis finished, making the whole stadium erupt into cheers.

"Time to go," Quorra thought as she got up and leaped off the billboard, landing on the ground with cat-like grace.

She raced to the light-runner, the machine's circuits lighting silvery white with her touch.

"Let's go rescue a User," she said grimly and gunned the engine.

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Sam Flynn had just pulled out his Disk, preparing to fight Clu, when Quorra shot onto the scene, her lightribbon cutting Clu off and sending the corrupt Admin flying as his bike derezzed. She wrenched the steering wheel around and came to a stop between Clu and Sam Flynn.

"Illegal combatant on the Grid."

"Get in," she ordered, her voice distorted by the mask.

Sam Flynn looked at her, his sky-blue eyes that looked so much like Flynn's blinking in shock.

"Illegal combatant on the Grid."

"Get. In!" Quorra repeated.

Thankfully, she didn't have to say it a third time.

Sam Flynn climbed into the light-runner and Quorra hit the gas, whirling the vehicle around and shooting towards the doors…

"System Failure: Release Rinzler."

A ribbon of orange light shot in front of the doors…

"Not going that way…" Quorra reasoned, jerking the vehicle around and racing towards the wall.

"Who are you?" Sam Flynn asked.

"Hang on," Quorra told him, jerking the wheel to the right and ramming into a Black Guard, forcing him to wreck and ultimately derezz.

She then reached for a switch and flipped it, releasing a few grenades from the back of the light-runner. She heard both go off and she turned back to see the damage…

Only to see Rinzler arching gracefully through the air, grabbing his second baton and breaking it, landing on another lightcycle.

"He's good. He must have been one of Tron's," Quorra thought bitterly, reminded of how the old Monitor would always remind them to have two batons on their person at all times.

But now was not the time.

She flipped another switch, activating the two missiles on the side of the light-runner and fired at the wall of the stadium, making an escape route over the deep 'moat' around the arena.

"Pull up man! You can't make that!" Sam Flynn yelled as Quorra accelerated.

"Jump!" came Tron's ghost's voice once again, "Don't hesitate!"

And Quorra ramped the side of the arena, switching the light-runner to its offroad form midair…and landing perfectly on the Outland floor.

"Made it," she said smugly, looking backwards to see Rinzler coming to a screeching halt, standing up and watching them go…absolutely radiating anger.

She derezzed her helmet and turned towards Sam Flynn.

"I'm Quorra," she introduced herself, sticking out her hand.

Sam Flynn stared at her and mechanically shook her hand…as if he didn't expect that a girl would pull such a stunt.

He looked back and then turned back to her.

"They're turning around," he told her.

"Not by choice," she shrugged, "Their vehicles aren't designed to go off-grid…they'll malfunction on this terrain,"

"What about us?" Sam Flynn asked.

Quorra gave a bark of laughter.

"Obviously not," she snorted.

"Where are you taking me?"

Quorra shot him a grin, he was more curious than her…she didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Patience, Sam Flynn," she told him, "All your questions will be answered soon,"

The two raced through the Outlands, the wind whipping around them. Sam Flynn looked up and immediately started yelling as they neared a tunnel in the cliffside…but he stopped as they shot through. Quorra laughed, she remembered doing much the same when Flynn took her through that same path many, many cycles before.

Quorra snuck a look at the young Flynn as he looked around at the Outlands. He looked so much like his father…but there was so much of Jordan in him as well. Oh Flynn was going to be so happy!

They came to another cliffside and Quorra slowed down, letting the hidden door open quietly. Sam Flynn watched in amazement as they drove through the lighted interior and finally came to a stop. Quorra hopped out, motioning for the young User to follow. She guided him to the elevator and they both rose in silence to the apartment many levels above.

Quorra looked forwards, seeing the silver-haired, kneeling form of Flynn in his usual spot. It hurt to see him in such pain…hopefully this would ease it.

"Wait here," she whispered to Sam Flynn as she walked forwards.

"Quorra," Flynn murmured, sensing her approach, "I dreamed of Tron…first time in years,"

The pain and sorrow in his voice made Quorra's own core want to shatter. The Last ISO knelt down next to her mentor.

"It's a sign," she told him gently.

"A sign, my dear apprentice, of a weary soul," Flynn said with a bitter laugh, "I'm afraid something's happened…"

"Something has happened," Quorra smiled, unable to keep her excitement down, "We have a guest,"

Another bitter laugh.

"There are no guests kiddo," Flynn sighed as Quorra stood.

She watched as Sam Flynn walked forwards, his footsteps alerting Flynn to his presence. The older User stood up, turning around slowly as the lights flickered on…

And both Flynns froze.

"…Sam?" Flynn breathed.

"Long time…" the boy replied, just as awestruck.

"You have no idea," Flynn whispered.

The older User walked forwards, stopping within touching distance.

"You're…you're here!" he croaked, and Quorra could hear the tears rasping in his throat as he embraced his son for the first time in many, many years, "You're here…"

"I'm here," Sam Flynn started, tears in his own voice as he embraced his father back.

Quorra gave a smile. She'd been denied reuniting with her own father…but she was glad that Sam Flynn got to reunite with him.

She'd done her job.

I'd always wanted Quorra to meet the Basic her father saved...I just couldn't figure how to put it in. Diana has made her one-time appearance, so has our other fighter from the ISO wars. And as for Rinzler being sent to check on Yori...I figured Clu was sadistic enough that he'd do that just to keep her in line. Yori's not stupid, she's been with Tron for how long? A long time, yes. She's know that circuit pattern better than any. Quorra has no idea that Rinzler is Tron (she won't find out until later and believe me...that's just sad) she thinks that he was a Program that was trained under him...since Tron pretty much beat the lesson of always having two batons on your person into all those he trained. Quorra and Anon especially (he has his favorites...)

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please R&R! :)

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.