Now we're in the final Legacy and the first Son of Tron chapter. There will be a few more chapters after this (mainly detailing a few key scenes in Son of Tron, such as Kevin's birth, a school scene possibly and then the big chapter in the other story...where Quorra finds out what happened to Beck and where he and Tron are).

Chapter 17

Lux Aurumque

Quorra was sure she was dead.

Flynn had reintegrated with Clu, causing a massive explosion that wiped out anything digital within that radius…so she should have been dead.

But when she opened her eyes, it wasn't the bright place with the odd little things fluttering around in the air that greeted her…

It was the dim, dusty brick of some building…and the core-wrenching sobs of someone near her.

She rolled off her back, groaning as she saw Sam kneeling on the ground in the oddest clothes.

"Sam?" she croaked, her voice cracking and fluttering in her throat as something fluttered, forming the sound.

Sam's head snapped up and he looked at her incredulously. The whites of his eyes were red…she'd seen Flynn's do that after a particularly bad night of memories.

Sam had been crying.

But he came over to her, a smile gracing his tear-stained face as he helped her sit up.

"You're here!" he whispered, holding her arms gently, "I didn't think that it would bring you here…just transfer you into some file or something…"

"You don't want me here?" Quorra asked, a little hurt, "And where is here?"

"No! I want you here!" Sam stuttered holding her close, "I'm glad you're here,"

"Where is here?" Quorra repeated.

Sam pulled away and gave a smile as he helped her to her feet.

"Welcome to the User world, Quorra," he told her.

Quorra's already wide icy eyes went wider in amazement. She was actually here! Oh if her mother could see her now! Radia would have loved this!

She looked around the room, smiling softly as she took in her surroundings.

"I thought it would be bigger," she admitted.

Sam gave a laugh.

"Quorra," he smiled, "We're in a building, there's more to my world than just this room. C'mon,"

He gently took her hand and led her up some stairs into a large, loud room filled with music that Quorra had never even dreamed of and multiple beeping and whirring sounds. She took it all in, wide eyed before freezing as she saw where they had just come from…or rather the lights above it.

TRON

"I'll explain later," Sam promised, "Wait here for a second,"

He went up another flight of stairs into an office, opened the blinds and waved down at her. She waved back as he picked some oddly shaped object up waiting a few moments before setting it down and racing back down the stairs.

Sam took her hand and led her outside. Quorra's eyes widened as her hands shot to her mouth. She saw the area…but not as it really appeared. She saw it decked in black, blue and silver, hundreds of her people standing, waiting…a System Admin in silver-white, Monitor in white and another in cobalt blue while a scarred Security Program stood off to the side.

"Quorra?" Sam asked, putting a hand on her shoulder as she jumped, "Hey, it's ok…this is familiar to you, right?"

"Your father always came here," she murmured, "It was also where he was betrayed,"

"FLYNN! GO!"

She looked at Sam, tears streaming as she relived the moment where Flynn had fled, Anon lost his voice, and where Tron had fell.

"I saw it happen!" she breathed.

Sam enfolded her in his embrace, holding her close and shielding her from the cold night wind.

"It's ok," he murmured, "It's ok…nothing's going to hurt you. Not anymore,"

He pulled away and took off his jacket, putting it around her slim frame.

"You're cold," he said, "Al's gonna be here any minute now, I've got something I've got to do before we leave. You stay here and I'll be right inside. Yell if you need me, ok?"

"Ok," she whispered.

Sam gave her a gentle smile before walking back into the arcade.

Not long after he had gone in, a car pulled up, Quorra hid in the shadow of the building…but her worry turned to shock as she saw the driver as he got out.

True, the silvery hair and the lines in his face told her otherwise…but those eyes and the way he carried himself were unmistakable.

"Tron?" she whispered as the man disappeared into the arcade.

Quorra crept quietly to the door right as she heard Sam speak.

"Al?"

"You paged me?"

Quorra's newly found heart nearly stopped as she heard the voice of her long lost friend and mentor.

"Yeah," came Sam's voice, "I need you at Encom at 8am,"

"…What about the board?"

Quorra gave a sad smile…that sounded like Tron's voice whenever he was told he'd have to deal with Clu for extended amounts of time…completely unamused.

"You're Chairman now," Sam told him, "I'm taking the company back Alan,"

Alan…as in…Alan-One? Tron's User?

Oh…now it made sense. No wonder she thought this person was Tron. He was his User!

"Oh, and…you were right," Sam said.

"About what?" came Alan-One's voice.

"About everything,"

Quorra made her way back to Sam's user-lightcycle and waited beside it right as he stepped out and looked at the dimly flickering sign above him.

"What's next, Sam?" she asked.

Sam turned towards her, walking up to her until he was close enough to touch.

"I guess we're supposed to change the world," he smiled, "C'mon, I wanna show you something,"

He got on the bike and patted the seat behind him, telling her to get on. She settled down behind him, her arms automatically wrapping around his waist as he started the engine and drove down the road.

Quorra looked, wide-eyed, at her surroundings…noticing that it was starting to get brighter in the east.

"Sam, what's going on?" she asked.

"You'll see," he told her, smiling mysteriously.

The sky continued to brighten…until a warm, radiant and beautiful light filtered through the clouds. Quorra's eyes widened as they drove over a bridge and the sun placed its warm, golden touch onto her back.

Quorra smiled contentedly and rested her head against Sam's back.

She'd finally gotten to see her sun.

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Months passed and Quorra learned more and more about the User world even quicker than Sam could anticipate. Much to his surprise and, at times, his discomfort.

The concept of clothes really made him turn red…especially when he figured out that the only way to get her out of her Grid-armor was to cut her out of it…and then to get her new clothes on top of that…

But, they'd done just fine after the first few awkward days.

The world was full of joy and sadness and Quorra found out first hand many of those things. The worst was probably discovering that her favorite author had been dead for about 100 years. The best was when Sam took her to a place called a 'library' and showed her all the books written by him…then there was the issue of giving those books back.

That's when Sam took her to what was called a 'book-store' and bought her a seven book volume that she could have for her very own! And she didn't have to give it back!

Now, as she sat in her favorite chair, reading her book, she saw Sam pacing around the room.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I've just got this feeling," Sam admitted, running his hand through his hair, "Remember when Rinzler crashed into Clu and fell to the Sea? Only for Clu to come after us?"

"How could I forget," Quorra growled.

"What if…what if he…and the other Programs on the Grid…are alive?"

"Sam," Quorra started, "The Grid would be in shambles because of what happened with Clu and…and your father. You'd need to really work hard on getting it back to its feet…"

"Maybe I can do that," Sam told her, gripping her arms and grinning, "I just need a little help…"

He picked up his phone and tossed it into the air, powering it up and hitting a number on speed-dial.

"Samuel Garret Flynn…" came Alan's annoyed growl, "Do you have any idea what time it is?!"

"Sounds like Tron when we woke him from his sleep cycle," Quorra muttered, turning back to her book while Sam shot her a glare.

"Yeah, Al, I know," Sam sighed, "Look, I need you to meet me at the Arcade…it's important,"

She heard Alan groaning from the other side of the phone.

"Fine. But if you're pulling something over me, Sam, I can still hurt you,"

"Scarily like Tron," Quorra deadpanned quietly before Sam grabbed his coat and walked out the door.

When he came back, Sam looked completely exhausted.

"I told you that it would take a lot of work," Quorra smirked, not even looking up as Sam flopped onto the bed and immediately fell asleep.

Less than an hour…maybe two…later, Sam's phone rang.

"Sam, pick up the phone," Quorra said, annoyed at being pulled out of her book.

Sam gave a tired groan and looked at the phone's screen, scowling angrily.

"He's getting back at me for waking him up," he grumbled, "Alan…do you have any idea what time it is?"

There was a pause and then Sam sighed, wiping his face.

"Alright, alright I'm sorry. Now what do you want?"

Another pause.

"Well good for him. Now if that's all I'm going to go back to bed…"

Sam was silent, blinking in shock before turning to Quorra…who was currently back in her book and ignoring Sam and Alan's conversation.

"Well…wasn't expecting that for a question…"

He winced at Alan's warning tone.

"Alright! Ok, so when I brought Quorra out of the Grid she had her armor too…couldn't get her out of the friggin' thing so I had to cut her out of it," he gave a wicked grin and started going in again, "I won't go into details but she…just wow,"

He held the phone away from his ear as Alan snapped at him.

"I'm just messin' with you!" Sam protested, "I made a cut down the nape of her neck down to her lower back, she got out of it easy enough. But then again, Tron's got a full on body suit,"

He looked at Quorra, wondering if she'd heard him…she hadn't. She was too absorbed in her book.

"Make a cut down his arms and then peel the suit away. I warn you…I don't know what it's made of but it's like Kevlar or something,"

He paused, listening to Alan before snorting.

"She's got a seven-book volume of Jules Verne that she bought today, what do you think?"

Quorra didn't even look up and Sam shook his head.

"I'll see if I can pull her out of the center of the earth. If I come in tomorrow with a book-shaped bruise on my head I'm blaming you,"

He hung up and walked over to Quorra, putting a hand on her shoulder and making her jump.

"Saaam!" she whined, "I was just getting to the good part!"

"I know you were," Sam told her, "But Alan needs us,"

"For what?" She groused.

"I was too tired to tell you," Sam apologized, "But we found someone…two someones on the Grid…one was very badly hurt and the other wasn't going to leave his side. They'd tried going to the city but the others nearly killed them both because of the hurt one,"

Quorra's blue eyes widened and the book dropped out of her hands. She made no move to get it, instead charging over to the coat-rack and pulling on her coat.

"Take me to Alan's," she told him.

"You didn't even let me tell you who they were," Sam protested.

"I don't need you to tell me," she said, "I know,"

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Sam hadn't even put the bike in park before Quorra shot off it and charged up to the front door, pounding on it frantically. Alan and Lora's son, Jet, opened the door and nearly got bowled over by the ISO.

"What was that about?" Jet sputtered.

"She wanted in," was Sam's reply, right as a happy, definitely female squeal ripped through the house as well as a pained, male shout and a loud thud.

Sam and Jet came in just to see Quorra embracing a blonde woman dressed completely in white armor and sobbing almost hysterically.

"Hey, Yori," Sam waved, "Where's…"

"Getting a bath," Jet cut him off, "Mom said he was covered in this sticky black stuff,"

"She also told you to get some clothes for him," Yori told him, "I heard her,"

"I'm goin' I'm goin'," Jet muttered while Sam laughed.

"C'mon," Quorra beamed, releasing her near death-grip on Yori and pulling her towards Lora and Alan's room, "Let's get you out of that and into something clean,"

The two Programs basically raided Lora's closet, Quorra showing Yori where everything went after Quorra had ransacked the place for a pair of scissors.

"How did they find you?" Quorra asked, eyes wide but very very happy.

"We were by the Portal," Yori told her, shivering at the cold breeze against her bare skin, "Alan-One and Sam Flynn came through and they brought us here,"

Quorra helped Yori with the buttons on her shirt, smiling as Yori pulled her long blond hair out of the collar and giving it a shake, letting it fall naturally to her shoulders.

"You look like a real User now," Quorra grinned.

Yori gave a smile and walked out with Quorra…right as Lora's voice echoed through the house.

"We're going to have to get you some new clothes then," she said, "You and Yori both,"

"Speaking of Yori, where is she?" Alan asked.

"Here," Yori said as she and Quorra walked in to see Alan, Lora, Jet, Sam…

And Tron.

Quorra's heart leaped and then ached as she saw the horrific scarring on the great Protector's face…what he had been hiding under that terrible ebon helmet.

Tron immediately stiffened and then hung his head in shame as Quorra's ice blue gaze landed on him.

The ISO walked up to him, standing mere inches from him.

"Is it you?" she asked, "Sam said it was…but…"

"I understand your caution," the former Monitor interrupted, "But it is me,"

His voice…oh Users…this wasn't the Tron she remembered. This was a broken and reformed version!

"Would you mind if I ask you a question first?" Quorra asked, "Just to be sure?"

Tron gave a nod.

"What did Tron say to Anon when he first saw me?"

A pained smile painted itself over the Monitor's face.

"I said, 'She looks like she's looking for trouble. Look after her'," Tron said, "It was…amusing…when Anon went back to Flynn and started complaining about all the trouble you got yourself into. Something about you being the 'most inquisitive, most likely to get herself or me derezzed ISO' that he had ever met. He kept asking why I had made him watch over you. He stopped complaining not long after that though. I was sorry that he had derezzed. He was the best that I trained…other than you, Quorra,"

Quorra's smile brightened and she gave the shocked Monitor an embrace.

"I'm glad you're back, Tron," she beamed, releasing him and letting Yori take her normal position next to Tron's side.

"You look good," Yori smiled.

"And you as well," he replied.

Yori's cheeks flared a delicate shade of pink as she rubbed the back of her neck.

Both of them had their circuit marks showing, Tron's on his hands and Yori's on her arms and right under her neck.

"You both look good," Lora said, "But it's kinda late, er, early. It might be a good idea to get some sleep,"

She turned to Quorra.

"You want to take the guest room with Yori? While Sam and Jet share a room?"

"Sure," the ISO smiled, "I've got my book so I'm all set,"

"You're separating us…again?" Yori asked.

"Just until we get everything finalized," Alan reassured her, "Tron will be right here, not but ten feet from the door,"

Yori opened her mouth to protest, but Tron gently squeezed her shoulder, reassuring her that he would be fine.

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Quorra woke up to a loud crash and a hoarse scream. Her blood froze as she recognized it as Tron's. She had just gotten up…only to see Yori streak out of the room.

"What in the world is going on?" came Jet's voice as he and everyone else came in, looking at the panicking Monitor as he lay on the floor.

Tron grabbed Jet's cat, Zap, off his back and looked at it.

Zap purred and rubbed its head against the frozen monitor's chest. Alan started chuckling as Tron threw him a plaintive look.

"Zap!" Jet groaned, walking forwards and picking up the grey, furry cat off of Tron's lap, "I've been looking all over for you,"

"So that's a Zap," Yori announced.

"No…it's a cat," Quorra corrected, "Sam told me that Zap's what they call a cat. Sam's got a dog,"

"It's a Gridbug," Tron deadpanned, still not moving.

Zap gave a loud meow and squirmed out of Jet's arms, jumping to the ground and prancing up to Tron, sitting on his lap again. She butted her head against his hand only to rub her cheek along his fingers.

Tron examined zap with that 'fight-or-flight' way that both Monitors shared. Cautious curiosity Flynn had called it.

He poked the bell on Zap's collar, making it chime and Zap purred. Tron froze, eyes wild and yet apologetic. He looked up at his User.

"Alan-One…I think I broke the Zap-bug," he apologized.

And that was when Jet lost it.

"Tron, her name is Zap and she's purring…cats do that when they're happy," he explained, laughing.

"Oh…so I bet Rinzler was happy all the time then?" Sam quipped.

Faster than anyone could see, Sam was on his stomach with Tron kneeling on his back.

"Do not ever say that again," Tron hissed angrily, "You have no idea what I have been through. You will never know,"

"Apologize, Sam," Alan ordered.

"I was just joking!" the Flynn protested.

"SAM!"

"Alright!" Sam yelped as Tron's iron grip on his arm tightened, "I'm sorry, I didn't know…"

"You do now," the Monitor replied as he released the man, "Think before you speak or act, it will save you from the trouble that you cause…then again, you are a Flynn and trouble follows you,"

"I'll remem…wait…hey!" Sam sputtered while everyone started cracking up.

"May I remind you of when you got yourself thrown into the Games and nearly got yourself derezzed?"

"Because someone reversed gravity!"

"It isn't my fault if you can't pay attention to your surroundings,"

Sam opened his mouth, wanting to say something but he wisely shut up.

"Lesson learned I would say," the Monitor smiled.

Quorra gave a smile of her own. Even scarred both mentally and physically…Tron's warm smile still made her heart feel lighter.

And that's the end of that two parter. Next up should be Kevin's birth.

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.