User Rectified

Chapter 9: Things Change

Those who were closest to him have helped with many of the memories that have been torn from him. They were put back. The fake memories have been removed. There were still several that was missing. The others talked about trying to get into contact with Alan's friends from college and high school and several members of the Bradley family that knew Alan and were still alive.

In the mean time Alan would have to do with what he had. He rummaged through old boxes and brought out yearbooks and a few articles from campus newspapers. He found articles from both newsprint and various magazines that were about him and written interviews he had given. He was going to go through all of it and read everything to help fill in the gaps.

"Ornaments," Alan read as he picked up one box. He hated to admit it but he was pleased with his new strength. All that training he had done as Primal had toned his muscles. He could lift and carry a lot more before he was brought into the Grid.

"Do you need help, Alan?" Tron asked.

"I can get this," Alan said as he set the box down. "I thought you went into the Grid with the others?" Sam and Quorra joined Kevin that afternoon and Jet asked if he could come along. Lora went to meet with a few friends and did some retail therapy.

"Someone should be here with you," Tron said. He looked at the box and then back at Alan with an eyebrow raised.

"Decorations," Alan explained. "We put them on a tree. It's part of a User celebration."

"Oh a holiday," Tron said and nodded. "Flynn told me about them."

"I thought that looking through them would help with my memories." He bent down to open the box and felt a slight jolt of pain in between his right shoulder and neck.

"You are hurt," Tron said in a concerned tone

"Just a small pull." He rubbed at the area. "It's nothing really."

"I should look at that."

"I'll be fine, Tron."

"Alan, sit down."

"I sai-"

"I can't stand to see you hurt," Tron said as he guided Alan to the couch. "You are sore and while you are very strong, I'm still stronger."

Alan sighed. He was not going to fight his program turned human. "Fine."

"Now turn to the left a bit."

Alan turned and felt strong fingers grip and knead his shoulder and collar. It was a little sore at first but progressed into soothing within seconds. Alan closed his eyes half way as Tron continued to work his magic.

"Tron," Alan moaned.

"Yes?" Tron asked.

"That feels so good."

"I'm happy to please you." Tron said softly seconds before Alan felt the warm lips of his program on his own.

"Tron," Alan gasped when their lips separated and Tron traced his down Alan's chin and his neck. "What are you doing?" He tried to ignore the tightness of his pants against his crotch

"I'm sorry," Tron said as he stepped back. "My emotions took control of me."

"Those emotions are not real," Alan said and wondered how traces of Clu's reprogramming could still remain with him. "This was his doing."

"No," Tron said and shook his head. "It wasn't. He made me to love him. I fell for you on my own. Our feelings were real."

Alan blinked as he thought back to when he was Primal. He had always thought he was in love with Clu and when he made love with him and Rinzler was brought in he was not romantic with him at first and Clu did not order him to be. It was those times when they were alone that Alan had developed feelings, feelings the he still felt.

"I still feel that way about you," Tron said as he stared deep into his eyes. "I want to hold you. I want to make you feel good."

"You did make me feel good. I could use a little bit more of that massage."

"I'll be happy to help," Tron said as his fingers grasped Alan's shoulders and continued to rub.

Alan moaned as he tilted his head back. He felt himself growing from arousal. This time when Tron leaned forward he accepted the kiss. This time the kiss went even deeper before and Alan slid his tongue inside against his former program's mouth and brushed it against Tron's own.

Tron pulled away only to kiss against the side of Alan's head and trailed down his face placing small kisses against his jaw and neck. The misses went further and lasted longer.

Alan moaned softly as Tron continued. He could feel the other man's hands slid up under his shirt and stroked against his skin. Deft fingers brushed against his nipples.

Alan tore off his own shirt and removed Tron's within seconds before he brushed his lips against Tron's chest and flicked his tongue against his nipples.

It was a beautiful morning but the beauty had grown even more by the fact Alan had woken up with Lora by his side. She had tried to reenact their first time together the night before and decided to try and create some new memories with him that morning. She had no idea what he and Tron had done the afternoon before.

He did not inform her when she got home. She went to the kitchen and cooked for everyone. Tron didn't tell her either because he knew that was for Alan to say. Alan didn't want to say it in front of everyone either while they ate and when they were done they watched one of his favorite movies and then Lora dragged him to the bedroom.

"I wonder if I should make breakfast," Lora said after a few minutes of nothing but an almost silence that was cut with blissful sighs.

"That was worth pancakes," Alan said. "After last night and this morning there should be pancakes."

"I was thinking of omelets but I can make both."

"I should do the cooking," Alan said as he grabbed her hand.

"I'm trying to make you comfortable after all you have been through."

"I owe you. I haven't been exactly faithful."

"Oh Alan. You were forced to do all that. It wasn't you, it's not really you."

"Yesterday afternoon while you were out." He closed his eyes. "Tron and I…" He trailed off.

"You didn't," Lora said slowly.

"We did," Alan answered. He searched her eyes looking for the emotions he expected her to have, anger, hurt, betrayal, but he could see nothing. "Lora, I want you to know that I love you and-"

"Don't." She said in a cool and clipped tone. She jumped climbed out of bed and walked to their walk in closet. She grabbed an outfit walked to the bathroom. A couple of minutes later she walked out, fully dressed, and out of their bedroom.

Alan leaned back with his head against the pillow and sighed. He knew she wouldn't take it well. What was the alternative? To keep it from her? He knew it wasn't going to be a one time thing. He loved both Lora and Tron and Tron feels the same way about him.

He rolled out of bed and went through the daily routine of showering and dressing before he walked down the stairs.

Lora was gone as he had expected. What he didn't know is if she would ever return. There wasn't much he could do except take care of the growling monster within his stomach. There were also two other mouths for him to feed.

Alan made the pancakes from scratch and used the carton of egg whites to make the omelets. He decided to just go simple with a little sautéed onions and grated cheddar.

Tron was the first to wake and he came into the kitchen wearing pajama shorts and an old T-shirt of Alan's. His hair was disheveled and he had yet to shave.

"Morning," Tron greeted and sniffed the air. "What smells so good?"

"Pancakes and omelets," Alan answered without looking up. "I told Lora about us."

"She did not take it well," Tron said softly.

"No she didn't," Alan said as he grabbed a few plates. He even grabbed a fourth for Lora in case she did return. He placed an omelet on each one and three pancakes on each.

"I'm sorry, Alan." Tron placed a new liner in the coffee pot. "I should not have let my emotions get the better of me." He placed a few scoops of coffee into it and turned it on.

"You can't help what you feel, Tron." He stared into his eyes. "I love both of you."

"I love you, Alan."

"I know." Alan took the plates and put them in front of each chair at the table. He looked up and back at the kitchen when he heard a chopping sound.

A yawn was heard from Jet's room followed by the creak of the door. "Hey dad." Jet walked out or his room. "What's for breakfast?"

"Omelets, pancakes and coffee," Alan answered as he went to check on Tron.

"And some fruit," Tron said as he walked out of the kitchen with a bowl filled with sliced pears and some grapes.

"Great," Jet said. "Where's mom?"

"She had to go somewhere," Alan answered. He wasn't ready to tell his son the truth. He wasn't sure if he would ever be ready to tell Jet the truth.

Alan spent most of the morning chatting with Jet and Tron and watching more home movies and going through family albums. Everything was clearer now. There were still sections missing from his memories and he was going to wait until a doctor checks him out before he would even make an attempt to go back to work.

The world knows that he and Kevin had returned. They have no idea of where they have been. Both feigned amnesia, even though it was close to the truth in Alan's case.

Kevin said he had been kidnapped years ago by some underground group and was brainwashed to work for them. His story had him remember the truth a couple years ago and he escape but he had to stay hidden for a short while to protect Sam. The same group tried to do the same with Alan and with Kevin, Sam and Quorra's help they rescued him.

Alan decided to get some fresh air and sun in the early afternoon. He was alone. Jet and Tron both decided to go and join Kevin in trying to repair the Grid and help the programs that were repurposed. Tron was also a little curious about what he can do on the Grid that now he was a User.

Alan had noticed some weeds in the front yard and went to change into some clothes he didn't mind getting dirty in, grabbed a trowel and went to work. He had just sat down in the yard when Lora's car pulled up.

She got out with her purse over one shoulder and clutching shopping bags in her hands. She no longer appeared upset. She was even smiling.

"Lora," Alan breathed her name.

"Inside." Her smile faded.

He set aside the tools and followed her back into the house. He watched as she set down the bags and grabbed the back of the couch and sighed.

"I talked with Quorra," Lora said. "I invited her to brunch and we went shopping together."

"A girls day out."

Lora nodded. "She doesn't have many friends and I'm the only other woman that she knows. She told me how long it was for you."

"Lora, I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Alan, I appreciated the honesty this morning I want you to continue to be honest with me."

"Always," he answered and stared deep into her eyes.

"Do you love me?"

"I never stopped. What I said back there to Fara is true. I loved you. I still love you and always will, but-"

"You still want to have sex with Tron?"

"I also love him. I love the both of you and I understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me."

"Alan Bradley I fell in love with a cute, smart, determined programmer back in the 80s. I still love that same man. I will always love you." She kissed him. "And if Tron is willing to share you then so am I." She kissed him again. "I actually thought about being in bed with the both of you while we were shopping."

"Oh?" He gasped before he received another kiss.

"Often."

"You were always the kinky one," he said before he closed his eyes for another kiss.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who read along. There will be an NC-17 version of this chapter posted at the Tron_Slash community at Live Journal.

This was my first slash story for the fandom.