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

So... originally I already had another story written waiting to be posted but I decided I wanted to cater to some of the response that I got from Just A Cold and Field Trip. So, here ya go. I toyed with the idea of writing this on in first person but I felt like in order to reconnect with my previous portrayal of the characters that it would help to write in 3rd again (I hope I managed that). Have no fear, I will probably write at least one more in first person. Oh, and this one probably would take place a few months after Gifts. I apologize in advance for any spelling errors, its late and I don't have the time to read over it as many times as I would like.

"Sam, what is this bump on my face?" Quorra poked at a small red dot on her forehead with a confused look about her face. "Why does it hurt when I press on it? Did I do something wrong?" Sam chuckled and joined her at the mirror of the small bathroom. The space was so tiny that they had to stand shoulder to shoulder and while he wouldn't admit it the contact was making Sam buzz inside.

"No Quorra. You my friend have a zit." he responded after inspecting her forehead himself, gently angling her head with his fingers to get a better look. Quorra was beginning to blush and fidget with her fingers so he decided to back out of the small bathroom and spare both of them from embarrassment.

"What is a zit? Wait, is it one of the many skin related diseases that people can get? she called after him, her reflection shooting a distraught glance his way.

"Not exactly, its just some clogged pores. You will be fine, trust me." Sam smiled back at her reflection. So far she had no reason not to trust Sam so she took one last look at the pimple and finished getting ready for their outing.

They had decided to go tour the shops and exhibits in the art district of the city that evening. Quorra was dressed in her new clothes that she had picked out at during one of their rare shopping trips. Sam had toyed with the idea of suggesting she get a sundress but when she had seen the dresses Quorra had instantly found everything wrong with them. 'Some of these limit mobility, why would anyone want to be limited by the clothes they wear? And this one does not provide adequate protection, especially for riding on the back of motorcycles...' she smirked at Sam. It was quite obvious that riding on the back of his Ducati was one of her favorite activities, it was a small wonder that it was one of his favorites as once she found the section with the stylish jeans and leather jackets she felt right at home. 'Sam, look at this one! Oh and that one over there!' She had entered the dressing room with an armload of shirts and pants, the clerk gave her an odd look but didn't stop her.

They had only been walking around the exhibits for about ten minutes when Quorra asked, "Why do those men sit there like that? Are they trying to scare people away, like the fish when they chase each other?" She was talking about a pair of men on the street corner who were presumably homeless but her description of how she perceived their behavior made Sam snort in attempt to keep from laughing. He watched as the two men followed after various people walking by and asked for money or food.

"No Quorra, they are not acting like the fish. Those men are homeless, they wander the streets asking for money and sleep in the parks as long as the police don't find them."

"Well why has no one rescued them yet? It be no different than you and Marvin or myself right?" Quorra was becoming distressed at the idea of people without a home and living in such conditions. Sam thought about her question for a moment and winced to himself as he could come up with no answer that really gave a good reason, morally speaking.

"Well Quorra, you see most people don't want to." He heard her gasp as she walked alongside him, "Supporting a person is much different than supporting a small dog like Marvin."

"But you support me, how is that any different?" She did have a point there.

"Well, society sees that support as a hindrance, a bother, something that pulls them away from their own hopes and dreams and keeps them from fulfilling their own desires, people are selfish. Someone who has been on the street for a while probably has a few bad habits that people want to avoid as well." Quorra was still frowning so Sam tried to explain more, "Do you remember what my dad was teaching you? About the acts of the selfless? About removing oneself from the equation?" She nodded in response so he continued, "Well you are one very few people that I know who has successfully done so." Quorra still seemed disappointed but dropped the subject as they were interrupted by a strange man with an old Polaroid camera.

"Oh, what beauty doth stand before mine eyes!" The man drew his hand across his face and pretended to faint. "If you would but pose for my lens I would live in happiness forever." Sam decided to cut in but could not tell if the root of his discomfort stemmed from jealousy or protectiveness.

"Sam, wait. If I can make him happy simply by standing here should I not help him out? It would be rude to ignore him" The man nodded eagerly, hoping he would get his wish. Sam couldn't help but smile at Quorra's attitude towards those around her. That man does have a point, but she is beautiful on the inside too...

"Oh fine, what could it hurt?" Sam replied and moved to stand behind the photographer to watch. Quorra stood awkwardly in place, unsure of what she should do next. The man pointed to a fountain behind her.

"Please, go stand by the fountain, it makes such a beautiful backdrop." The group traveled over to the large fountain in the center square. Sam watched as the photographer attempted to show Quorra how to stand which she took very seriously. However right as the man was in place to snap his shot a puppy walked by.

"Awww, hello you cute little dog!" Quorra stooped down to pet the puppy and receive kisses on her nose. The photographer made an exasperated sound and once Quorra was done petting the puppy he decided to try a new approach. His second pose was of Quorra sitting beneath a small tree gazing off in the distance. Once more she moved right as his finger snapped the shot.

"Look at these leaves Sam!" She was kneeling and holding a branch in front of her face for inspection, "Aren't they simply amazing? The fact that a living organism uses the sun to grow is a beautiful way to live." Once more the photographer announced his dismay to anyone who would listen and then made one last attempt to take a portrait photo of Quorra.

"Please, this time let us have you both in the picture, perhaps you will stay still." the man pushed Sam into the picture and in front of Quorra. The two stood awkwardly awaiting further instruction as the photographer stood back and cocked his head to the side, "Hmmmm... for this one perhaps we do this!" He came back to them and grabbed their hands, "You hold, yes like so. Now for the faces..." He pushed Sam and Quorra closer together and then tapped both of them on the back of the head, causing their noses to touch. "Yes, perfecto. Do. Not. Move." He ran back a few paces to snap the photo, "Okay, one, two, three!" But neither Sam nor Quorra was listening to the odd man with the outdated camera. Light blue met striking grey as Sam and Quorra held each other's gaze, mesmerized by the detail their proximity provided. Sam closed his eyes and inhaled her soft scent as her eyes flicked from his down to his mouth and back up. They had just begun to close the distance between their faces when the moment was shattered by the strange photographer again.

"Now! For a closeup!" The man ran over and pushed Sam back so that he could have an unobstructed view of Quorra's face. "Ah! What be this? No, I thought I found perfection but alas, a blemish." The man sighed and walked away, tossing the other Polaroids in the air. Sam ran over and picked them up before the wind could carry them away. As he sorted through them Quorra came and stood next to him, she wrapped her arms around her body insecurely hugging them to herself.

"Sam, are you sure I will be okay? Is such a... blemish, really this bad? What happens if I get more?" Sam tore his eyes away from the pictures to look at her, the face that he was met with was sad and confused.

"Really Quorra you are fine. That guy was crazy and he overreacted, I promise nothing bad will happen to you even if you get more of them." She looked entirely unconvinced so he wrapped an arm around her and brought her head to rest beneath his chin. "Besides, what does he know anyway? I think you are still beautiful." He gave her a little peck on her forehead where the pimple was and then released her to continue looking at the pictures.

"It looks like I ruined them all!" Quorra exclaimed next to him. He laughed, for what he saw was not ruined portraits but pure innocence and beauty captured unexpectedly on film. The smile on Quorra's face as she played with the puppy was beyond adorable. Her face was radiant and bright as she inspected the leaf on her knees like a little kid. But the one he liked the best was of the two of them. He had a slight grin on his face and his eyes were already closed while Quorra's mouth was open just slightly and her eyes were set as if the whole world were right there in front of her, begging to be explored. Their hands were clasped together and held up slightly between them while the fountain behind was lit and the orange glow of the sunset painted a partial silhouette around them. "That one looks okay..." He smiled at her summation of the photograph, wondering if the photographer had actually done it all on purpose or if he really was as crazy as he led on to be.

Back at his apartment Sam dug up some old picture frames the put the photos in. He set the one with both of them on the coffee table and stared at it some more. Quorra sat down next to him after selecting a movie to watch and putting the disc in the player. "You really like that one don't you?" she rested her head on his shoulder as she asked the question.

"Yup, I do." He smiled.

"What about this one?" Quorra held up a picture that he had not seen yet. It was of just her forehead and the little red pimple was right in the middle of the picture. "I wasn't sure if it was safe to throw these away so I kept it, even thought it is ugly." Sam laughed at that.

"Yes it is safe to throw it away, but maybe you should keep it. As a token of your first year being human." Quorra gave him the most absurd look that he burst out laughing. Realizing that it was mostly a joke Quorra gave him a gentle shove in the ribs which only made him laugh more. Disappointed that her reprimand only made him happier she tried again.

"Sam, you are so strange! Why are you laughing? Didn't that hurt? I mean, not that I meant you harm but..." Quorra stumbled over her words realizing how her question had sounded.

"No, ha- I'm ticklish, haha-" Sam attempted to speak between laughs

"What?"

"You know, it feels funny, makes you laugh? Like this!" Sam lunged for Quorra and began ticking her on both sides of her ribs. The room was soon filled with the bright sound of her laughter as she failed miserably to push Sam away. Finally Sam gave in and simply wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down with him as he relaxed back on the armrest to watch the movie. She curled up in his arms and rested her head on his chest.

"That was the strangest sensation! To be forced into laughing, what oddity!" Sam chuckled at her description. "Thank you Sam for showing me around the city today, I enjoyed it very much."

"You're welcome. I enjoyed your company as well," He turned his head to look up at her and leaned forward just enough to brush his lips across hers. When he pulled back he saw that she was still waiting eyes closed and lips slightly pursed like a little girl waiting for the boy next door to make a move, so he did. His hands moved up to run his fingers through her short hair and rest on her lower back. Quorra responded to him, shy at first but then becoming curious and bold, running one hand along his chest and caressing his face with the other.

Eventually they realized that some things such as air are vital to survival and broke apart. Quorra smiled broadly and curled up once more, feeling safe in Sam's arms while he simply stared at the ceiling with a big grin on his face, listening to the sounds of the movie.

K! So, was that fluffy enough and long and satisfying? I just wish I were a little bit better at adventure writing :D I just noticed something... my stories usually take place over one day and end with sunset... huh. Tell me if you thought it felt rushed, under-explained, needed more talking...?

So... I am thinking of wrapping this up soon. 6 or 7 entries seems good to me... besides I am starting to morph away from my original ideas and I don't want to end on a horrible note. What do you all think? Any suggestions, ideas, things you would like to see? Please keep suggestions withing the K+ rating so I don't have to change it (plus, I don't really write explicit stuff... just not my style).

As always, a big thank you to my reviewers! Constructive criticism is always accepted, exclamations of appreciation are fun to read, and any negative comments without explanation or reason will be filed away out of sight ;)

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