So, now we meet some old friends of Quorra's. Oh, and to my dear guest reviewers, I know you want Anon alive, and I know you have questions, but as to Anon being alive, I can't. This story ties in with Son of Tron, like I said very early on. And I can't really answer your questions unless you get an account.

Chapter 15

Revelation

"Quorra, wake up!"

Quorra didn't want to open her eyes, she was in way too much pain.

"C'mon, Q, wake up!"

A hand shook her and Quorra cracked open an eye, the blurry, overeager form of whoever it was shaking her came into view…and Quorra's eyes snapped open.

"A-Anon?!" Quorra breathed, looking at the blond Monitor in User garb of all things.

The Monitor grinned.

"C'mon, sleepy-head, time to get up,"

"You…you talk…" Quorra stammered, "The Coup…Flynn…Tron…your voice…was it all a dream?"

Anon gave a bitter bark of laughter.

"Dream…hardly," Anon stated, tilting his head upwards and exposing the silvery-blue scar that marred his throat.

"Wait. If you're here…then I'm dead!" Quorra panicked, "Flynn's plan, your sacrifice… it was for nothing,"

"You're not dead," Anon deadpanned, crossing his arms, "Just crashed,"

"Crashed?" Quorra asked, "Wait…my arm…"

She looked at said appendage in slight panic, only to see it whole.

"You're welcome to stay while Flynn fixes your arm…or you can go back to sleep until he's done," Anon shrugged, "if you stay, you'll get to see two people pretty anxious to see you. Two ISO leaders I think?"

"Jalen and Radia?" Quorra breathed, "They're…"

"Here," Anon told her, "Jalen's back to being normal. Not all 'Run! I'm a Virus and I'm going to get you!'"

Quorra closed an eye, glaring at him.

"Too soon?" Anon asked.

"Yeah,"

"So…whaddya say?" Anon asked, "Stay here until you're fixed or sleep until then?"

"I'd…kinda like to see them," she admitted.

"And I'd be glad to take you," Anon grinned, offering his hand and helping Quorra up, "They're not too far off, just over that rise,"

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Radia watched as Jalen still refused to meet her gaze. Even after this long, her husband even flinched at her touch, too horrified at what he had done to his family to his System.

"Jalen," she started again, touching his shoulder, just to have him flinch away again, "Please, look at me,"

Jalen turned his head, his once tall, proud frame trembling and seemingly shrunk into himself. This wasn't completely her husband, this was a broken shadow of his formal self.

But did that mean she didn't love him?

No, never! She'd always love him…it was the matter of him listening to her and realizing that.

She walked around him and put her hands around his strong jawline, making him look at her.

"I've told you before and I'll tell you again," she said firmly, "It was not your fault! We didn't know that Clu was capable of that. You couldn't have known,"

The ice-blue eyes flickered once, sadly, a faint yellow tinge around his pupils came into existence, making Radia shudder internally. A part of Jalen remained in the Virus, enough to recognize her…and it seemed that a part of Abraxas would always remain in the great Architect.

Jalen removed his head from Radia's hands and went back to his silence, Radia refused to let him get away with it and grabbed him again, her honey-colored gaze absolutely fiery as she looked into the cool blue gaze of her husband.

"You will listen to me!" she ordered, "Jalen…"

Her gaze flicked past his shoulder…and she froze at what she saw.

Jalen mechanically turned around and froze, eyes wide and almost scared as he too saw who stood behind them.

"I'll leave you alone," Anon said, "I've got to meet up with Mom,"

Anon left, leaving the young Child ISO standing, staring at her parents.

"Mother…Father…" Quorra breathed.

"Quorra!" Radia whispered, opening her arms and letting Quorra run into them, enfolded in her mother's arms and crying.

Quorra looked up, her tear-filled eyes shining brightly as her mother smiled and kissed her forehead. The Child ISO looked towards her father, who had bowed his head and looked away. Quorra looked at her mother, almost asking permission, to which Radia nodded and let Quorra go.

The Child ISO walked carefully over to her father.

"Father?" she asked quietly, "Dad?"

Jalen's gaze remained firmly on his boots.

Quorra embraced him, shocking the older ISO as his hands shot out…and then he embraced her back.

"I'm sorry," Jalen whispered, "I'm so, so sorry, I didn't know, I just…"

Quorra buried her head into his shoulder like she used to when she was little.

"I forgive you," she told him, "We all do,"

She looked up and Jalen looked at her, his own blue gaze filled with tears.

"I'm just glad I get to see you and Mother one last time," she told him as Radia came close and kissed Jalen on the cheek.

"You are mine," she told him, "Now and always, I do not care what has happened,"

"Could you forgive him?" Jalen asked, "One who killed and destroyed for fun, one who harmed you?"

"It's not that simple," Radia admitted, making Jalen bow his head in understanding, "But,"

She tilted his head up.

"If you ask if I could still love him," she kissed him and released after a few moments, "The answer is yes. The answer is always yes,"

She put a hand on their daughter's shoulder.

"But, if Quorra can forgive you," she smiled, "So can I,"

Jalen gave a soft smile and pulled his wife and daughter into a warm embrace. His face relaxed into a contented smile.

"This is how it should have been," Jalen murmured to himself, "Me, my wife and my daughter,"

A soft cough interrupted them and all three ISOs looked up to see a blond woman standing there, smiling.

"Hello, Quorra," she started, "You probably don't remember me…we met when you were very young,"

"Jordan!" Quorra gasped, "You're the one Anon was talking about!"

Jordan gave a smile and nodded, "And I'm sorry to say, but you'll need to be heading back now,"

"He finished?" Quorra asked sadly, "But…"

She looked back at her parents, both of who gave gentle smiles.

"You can choose to stay or go," Jordan told her, "But, if you stay…my husband's dream, your parent's dream…it's all lost. Clu has taken Kevin's Disk. I don't want to influence you one way or another…but they need you Quorra,"

Quorra bit her lip, looking at her parents.

"I'd like to stay," Quorra started, "But…giving up is something that our family doesn't do well. Send me back to Flynn and Sam,"

Jordan gave a smile and embraced Quorra.

"You know…I hope that you do get to see your sun," she told her, "nothing would make me or Kevin or Sam happier,"

"Good bye, Quorra," Radia smiled sadly.

"We will meet again," Jalen added, "I can feel it,"

And then everything went dark.

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Quorra shot up with a gasp, only for Sam to gently catch her.

"Hey, it's ok!" he told her, "We're safe now! We're heading east towards the Portal,"

"Clu has the Disk," Quorra stammered, her memory from her time in the other-place beginning to fade.

"Once I get out, I can shut him down," Sam reassured her.

She shook her head.

"I should have never sent you to Zuse, it was a mistake," she murmured.

"It's ok," Sam smiled, "I've made a few myself,"

He handed her a small bottle of energy and Quorra smiled.

"Where is he?" she asked.

Sam looked behind her, making Quorra twist around to see her mentor sitting on the Solar Sailer, eyes closed and listening.

"I think he's knocking on the sky…" Sam started.

"And listening to the sound," she finished, making him smile.

She tipped her head back, swallowing the contents of the vial and watching as her circuits surged from the energy pouring into her system.

"How did you find him?" Sam asked.

Quorra froze, trying to gauge his intentions…and then realized her sleeve had slipped. She clapped a hand to her arm and slid the sleeve up hurriedly.

"It's ok," he reassured her as she stood, "I know,"

Quorra sighed and shook her head, sitting down.

"It was during the Purge," she started, as Sam sat down beside her, "Clu was relentless, the Black Guards were murdering ISOs in the streets. Everyone I knew disappeared. Then they came for me. They were looking for me everywhere, the last in the ISO leadership role. I found my way to Tron City where a sympathetic Program hid me and Flynn in her home. She and Flynn were pursued by Clu's new bodyguard…you know him as Rinzler. They realized it wasn't safe here anymore and so she smuggled Flynn and me both out,"

"Then how did she find him?" Sam asked.

"She and Flynn were old friends. He came to her not long before I did," Quorra muttered, "I guess you could call me…a rescue,"

Sam gave a soft smile and turned towards the Portal, his blue eyes turned almost silver from its light.

"Heck of a view," he murmured.

"It used to let us know that Flynn was here," Quorra told him, "It became a symbol of something bigger, something better than this world. I've never been this close before. It's how I imagine a sunrise to be,"

"Trust me," Sam told her, "There is no comparison,"

"What's it like?" Quorra asked.

"The sun?" Sam deadpanned, raising a brow and Quorra nodded.

He gave a sigh and looked at the Portal again, realizing she was deadly serious.

"I've never had to describe it before," he admitted, "Warm…Radiant…"

He looked at her and gave a gentle smile.

"Beautiful,"

Quorra gave a laugh and Sam grinned even brighter.

Suddenly, a low rumble filled the air and both Sam and Quorra turned to face the Recognizer flying through the air past them.

"Get below!" Flynn yelled, "MOVE!"

Both User and ISO begged no question and did as they were told, sprinting down the steps two at a time.

"This isn't supposed to be here," Flynn murmured as they passed him.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"A new course," Flynn growled.

Quorra peered into the cargo holds, her curiosity getting the better of her. The lights flickered on, revealing a bunch of shut down Programs and making Quorra gasp and jump back.

"What is this?" she demanded.

"Clu can't create Programs," Flynn explained, "He can only destroy or Repurpose them…"

"Repurpose them for what?!" Quorra hissed as they moved off the Sailer.

They crouched down next to the stairs waiting for the chance to move and find a way out. Quorra closed her eyes listening…only to hear faint, padding footsteps coming towards them.

Her eyes snapped open and she peered over the railing, seeing who else but Rinzler stalking down the car where they had once stood.

She ducked back down, half a dozen scenarios rushing through her processor…and none of them ended up with all of them making it out alive.

Except…

She disconnected her Disk, holding it in her hands as she turned around and gave the precious item to her Diskless mentor.

"Good bye," she whispered mournfully as she rushed out of hiding, hearing them call her name but ignoring them.

Rinzler's helmet snapped up and the ebon glass turned towards her before the Enforcer dashed forwards, launching himself impossibly gracefully off the car and landing elegantly on a support before flipping off that, disconnecting his Disks and holding the burning circles apart. Quorra paid no attention to his silent warning to stop and her foot snapped out, kicking him in the helmet and snapping it to the side. Rinzler's circuits burned a furious scarlet as she kicked again. He caught her foot between his Disks and flipped her, sending her painfully to the ground.

Quorra gasped in pain and Rinzler kicked her once again…only to suddenly freeze and his helmet snapped towards Flynn and Sam's hiding place, his deadly growl becoming softer, almost a curious purr…

He shook his helmet, reconnecting his Disks and grabbing Quorra roughly by the arm, slipping her sleeve down and exposing the top of her mark. The Enforcer gave a low growl and gripped her arm tighter, forcing her to walk.

Quorra shot a quick look behind her, hoping and praying that Flynn and Sam would find a way out.

It was too late for her.

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But instead of derezzing her, Rinzler brought her straight to the monster that started all this tragedy.

Clu looked at Rinzler and Quorra right as Rinzler slid Quorra's sleeve down, exposing the glaring Arjian white ISO glyph on her arm.

"You are a very rare bird, aren't you now?" Clu hummed, pulling up her sleeve where Rinzler had pulled it down.

He began walking around Rinzler and Quorra both.

Rinzler's purr deepened slightly and Quorra kept her eyes forwards.

"Where's your Disk?" Clu asked and then continued after a slight pause, "Where is he?"

Quorra kept her silence.

"It must have been so lonely out there," Clu murmured, "Tragic, to be the only one…"

Quorra's ice-blue eyes glared heatedly at him…and Clu smiled.

"I know you," he said, "Your eyes give you away. Very few Programs have that color eyes. Rare…but not as rare as another blue. Ice and Steel, the rarest of blues on the Grid. You're Abraxas' daughter,"

Quorra's eyes flared angrily.

"My father's name was Jalen," she growled, "Abraxas was a perversion that you created,"

"Radia…" Clu murmured, touching his cheek lightly, "That's right…Radia was bonded to the Virus…"

Quorra shook angrily, but her voice kept the icy, frigid air that Jalen's got when he was upset.

"I've seen what Users are capable of, Clu," Quorra growled, shaking her head, "You don't belong with them,"

Clu gently brushed the side of her head with a hand. Quorra made to strike him but Rinzler's grip on her arm tightened.

"I have something very special in mind for you," Clu told her, gold-tinted eyes glinting.

Quorra jerked her head away from his hand, making his expression darken. The Admin turned to Rinzler.

"Take her upstairs, and find them,"

The Enforcer's rumble darkened as he gave a quick, mechanical nod.

"You'll have to excuse me…you arrived right as I was preparing a toast," Clu finished, looking at Quorra.

Rinzler's grip tightened as he led Quorra to the hallway. The ISO turned to Rinzler…she saw how shaky he had gotten when Clu spoke to her like that…like he found it wrong…

"You know," she started, "He's just going to get rid of you once you outlive your usefulness,"

Rinzler's purr escalated into a harsh growl, but he didn't do anything else.

"He'll just derezz you like he did all those others," Quorra continued, "How many 'seconds' were there before you?"

The growl turned into a snarl.

"You're…" she stopped as her scans turned up multiple broken pieces of code, "Corrupted,"

Rinzler froze, literally. She could see his body shuddering as multiple error signals (which had to have been there) popped up and sent pain through him.

He suddenly squeezed her arm harshly, making her gasp in pain as he dragged her towards the elevator shaft.

"What's wrong with you?" Quorra asked, generally curious…just like her father.

She ran another scan…no one has ever been this close to the fierce Enforcer…she might not know who he was…but she could see how old…

Her eyes widened as her scans turned up something very unusual.

"You're old," she whispered, "Older than the Grid you're…"

Her throat closed.

"You're not from here,"

The Enforcer shuddered in pain, she could have sworn she saw a spark of blue in his hellish red circuits. She knew only two Programs from the old server…because only two had ever been brought out.

One male, one female…and the Program before her was obviously male.

But it couldn't be him! She watched him die…just like Anon did! He wouldn't give in! He…

But she had to be sure!

Quorra looked closer at the Enforcer's pitch-black armor, noting the positions of each dot and dash and circle of his circuits…her dread growing as she realized that they were almost identical to…

Her system nearly crashed as she saw the four tiny scarlet squares in the hollow of his throat. An emblem that only one had.

…Steel blue eyes, gentle hands, a low laugh, red-brown hair that she liked to mess up whenever he put her on his shoulders…

Rectify, Repurpose…

Rinzler.

Or rather…

Tron.

"No…" Quorra whispered, tears streaming, "No! Clu…Clu did this to you…"

Rinzler's purr hitched for a second…like he was curious…but it came back with roaring force.

"Please listen to me," Quorra begged, latching onto the grooves in his armor, stunning him for a few brief moments, "This isn't what you were Programmed for,"

Rinzler grabbed her hands, prying them off his chest before marching her towards the elevator.

"Everything he told you was a lie!" Quorra cried, "I know who you are, I promise you! Clu lied. He didn't make you, not even Flynn made you!"

Rinzler ignored her.

"RADIA! JALEN! REEVE! RAM! HAYDEN! NIKE! YORI!" Quorra shrieked, "ALAN-ONE!"

Rinzler froze like he had hit a brick wall, circuits dimly flashing, a flicker of blue raced through the scarlet.

"Alan-One," Quorra repeated, "Your User!"

Rinzler gave a strangled moan and held his head with a hand, circuits flickering…

And then they flared bright blue-white.

The Enforcer's helmeted gaze turned towards Quorra.

"Q-Quor-r-ra," came the deep, broken, rasp.

Tron. It was him. Rinzler…was Tron.

Quorra's eyes lit up as she took Tron's hand…

Right as his circuits washed with scarlet and he wrenched Quorra into hold that she couldn't escape from, his low snarl rumbling darkly into her ear. His Disks flickered out and pressed against the small of her back…giving her a clear warning.

If she said another word…

He would derezz her.

For once in her runtime…she was glad Clu had Rinzler's helmet on permanently…

She couldn't bear the thought of seeing her mentor's face as his Disks cut through her.

Didn't I tell you Quorra finding out Rinzler was Tron would be sad? Anyway, next up is the final chapter during Legacy. The famed dogfight and the Portal scene.

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.