DISCLAIMER: I do not own Tron, Tron: Legacy or any characters etc related to it.

Wow, thank you everyone who reviewed! I originally planned on just doing a oneshot but the feedback was so positive that I decided to try and make everyone happy. So! Back by popular demand, another story involving Sam and Quorra.

I know the season for this theme is quickly passing but I couldn't resist.

Gifts

"Ooo! I want to go over there!" Quorra grabbed Sam by the arm, practically dragging him along with her. As they walked under a sign that read 'Ice Skating - Rentals $5 each' Sam began digging for his wallet with his free hand as Quorra gazed on in wonder at the people out on the rink.

"Two pairs please," he said to the guy at the booth. "Quorra, what size are you?" Sam asked her the simple question before remembering she probably didn't understand.

"Well, I have always felt that I was average..." Sam cut her off before she could continue.

"Sorry, what size shoe do you wear? Your feet, what size are they?" One would have thought that Sam would at least have had an inkling idea as to the answer of that question by now, but Quorra had not actually needed new shoes yet.

She answered him by swinging her foot up onto the counter of the rental booth to allow both men to examine it."I don't know, what size do you think they are?" Sam had his face in his hands trying not to laugh hysterically as the guy manning the rental booth failed in attempting to hide his astonishment at her abrupt display of flexibility.

Fianlly, with their skates on Sam helped Quorra to the edge of the rink and stepped out onto the ice, gliding a few feet away from the wall before turning around to see that she had not left the padded floor of the box. "What, you can plunge into battle against the black guard, but you are nervous about ice skating?" He skated back over to where she stood and offered a hand. She took it with a nervous smile and made her way out onto the rink. For a split second Quorra looked like a natural, then her weight shifted and the blades on her feet slipped in opposite directions out from underneath her. She made a rather adorable (well, Sam thought it was adorable) squeak as he caught her and helped readjust her balance. He began to slide his feet back and pull her along, when they reached the middle of the rink she looked up with a big smile on her face.

After about an hour Quorra was skating circles around Sam and laughing like a crazy person. Sam simply relaxed and looked on as she enjoyed the evening. "Sam," she called, slightly out of breath, "so, is it really tomorrow that everyone opens gifts given to each other in pretty paper and ribbons?"

Sam laughed, "Yeah Quorra, tomorrow is Christmas."

"I know you said I didn't have to get you anything but I had Alan to help me pick something out for you." Quorra told him with a giddy smile on her face. Over the past months since she had come into the real world Alan had stopped by for dinner a few times. None of them brought up the topic of where she mysteriously came from, it was as if her origins were unspoken common knowledge. Whether Alan truly grasped that knowledge was anyones guess but he was always a good friend to both of them.

"Did you now?" she nodded in response to Sam's rhetorical question. "Well, it just so happens that I found something for you too," he smiled back.

Back at his apartment after a fun but exhausting evening out on the town, Sam and Quorra enjoyed a simple meal of ham, vegetables, and some jello which Quorra had made the day before. "Such a curious food..." Quorra had checked the fridge every 10 minutes after putting the bowl in to see if the consistency and texture had changed. After an hour of very little change she had given up and plopped down on the couch with her current reading material, her favorite Jules Verne novel.

"Sam, can we open our gifts at midnight?" Sam smiled to himself at how much like a kid she sounded, but in a good way.

"Sure, we can do that. What do you want to do until then?" He glanced at the clock, 10:30 it read. "Looks like we have a few hours."

"Scrabble, I want to try that game tonight!"

"Alright, Scrabble it is." Sam had begun introducing Quorra to board games, she had taken a particular affinity to those which required higher brain function, as opposed to games like Chutes and Ladders, (that game had been Sam's favorite as a kid, but he had to admit it just didn't entertain like it used to). Being a program smart enough to help solve the world's problems it was no wonder she was more interested in strategy and thought provoking games.

They were in their second round of Scrabble when the phone Sam had gotten for Quorra rang, alerting them to the fact that it was officially Christmas day. Quorra jumped up, scattering her tiles in the process and ran over to the couch. "I couldn't come up with a better place to hide it," she said in a muffled voice as she reached under the couch to retrieve his gift. "Alan told me what it was called but I forgot, its-" she stopped talking when Sam put his finger to her lips.

"The point of wrapping it is to keep it a surprise until I open it," he smiled as he began to undo the shiny paper covered in snowflakes. It was a peculiarly shaped object and heavy too after removing all the paper Sam couldn't help but smile. "New exhaust for the Ducati, specifically for this make and model! Sam grew more excited by the minute as he took the piece over to his bike and examined the two together. "Thank you Quorra really, thank you." He turned around with a big grin on his face. "And now," he reached in a cabinet high on the wall above his head, "for yours." He presented Quorra with her gift held out like a crown on a pillow at a coronation ceremony. She gently picked up the rectangular object out of his arms and unwrapped it. It was a hardback book with a tan dust jacket that read 'From The Earth To The Moon' on the bottom of the cover followed by the name 'Jules Verne.' Quorra's eyes lit up like Christmas lights as she thumbed through heavy book, landing on the inside cover page where there was an inscription. "I found you an autographed copy, signed by Jules Verne himself in the 1930's. I didn't remember seeing this one at my fathers safe house so I figured you probably hadn't read it by now."

"You are right Sam! I have not read this book yet, I cannot wait to start it! Thank you!" He was so pleased with how she was reacting to his gift that he was completely unprepared for what happened next. Quorra stood on her toes and kissed him. It was short but soft and sweet, with a hint of the cherry jello from dinner. He barely had any time to react before she had ended the kiss and stood there blushing as she inspected her book once more.

Smiling to himself Sam reached out with his hand as he dipped his head down and brought her lips back up to his. "You are most welcome, Quorra."

Sam drifted off to sleep that night to the sound of Quorra's voice as she read her new book aloud and the warmth of her body next to his. This was definitely the best Christmas ever.

So... I haven't been able to get a good enough look at the bike to tell what may or may not need to be fixed still so I took a stab in the dark. I am also not enough of a gear-head to come up with any of the inner workings... oh well. Also, I regret to say that I have not read any Jules Verne books :( But maybe some day. I picked that one randomly.

Okay, well you asked for it, I hope I didn't disappoint! Let me know! Again, thank you to all the reviewers! Crystal Blue Montana, Hearns, Kenzie, Gamer AlchemistZ, and enderbender. Your feedback is the only reason I was prompted to write this, I am so glad you enjoyed it.