Chapter Ten: Brother and Father

Cali POV
"Calyx?" Alan looked at me curiously. Confused flickered across my face. Despite the familiarity, I couldn't remember him.

"I have amnesia. Sorry Alan." He looked at me sadly.

"I used to spend a lot of time with your adoptive parents." He spoke carefully, trying to make me understand with my amnesia. Alan... Of course! Alan Bradley. He used to visit my family a lot, and he used to bring Jet with him. He gazed at me curiously as familiarity flickered across my face. I had missed Alan so much. '

"Alan!" I hugged him immediately. He was always so nice to me. Even when I asked too many questions. Alan responded immediately, hugging me back. I missed this.

"You used to bring Jet around a lot." I mumbled into his chest. I felt him nod above me.

"I missed you so much." He nodded again before pulling back. My arms fell back to my sides and I grinned up at him. We used to have long conversations as I grew older and he always spared time to help with my homework. That was of course only when my father wasn't home. Who were my real parents? Mine were obviously gone, judging by the fact Alan hadn't mentioned them. A hand rested in mine and I felt warmth radiate up from it up my arm. There was a quiet rumbling and I smiled softly, resting my head on Tron's shoulder. This must have been a bit awkward for Alan. Tron was his program. As I looked up at him, he just looked happy.

"Come on buddy, I'll tell you the whole story later." Flynn had walked up to Alan and patted his shoulder. Something about Flynn was different. I felt a connection with the old man, but it confused me more than anything. Alan looked down at his old friend and smiled. As he began to walk away, I pulled Tron with me and walked beside Clu. Seeing the outside world could make thing worse for him. As we walked outside, I breathed deeply, inhaling the crisp air. Clu had frozen beside me. I grasped his arm and tugged him along gently.

"Be brave Clu." I whispered. He slouched slightly and walked forward quietly, listening to the sounds his feet made in the concrete. He hesitated when we reached the car and stared at it.

"What is it?" He examined it from afar, as if he thought it was going to hurt him.

"It's a car. Quorra's light runner looks kind of similar." He nodded and slid into a seat. I reached across him and grabbed his seatbelt. After clicking it in, he seemed to panic. He clutched at it and tugged, nearly strangling himself.

"Clu! It stops you from going through the glass if we crash." He breathed a sigh of relief and sat with his arms at his sides. I clicked mine in and Tron sat down next to me, mimicking my movements. Thankfully, Alan had a large car. Those ENCOM vans were huge. There were an extra three seats behind us and Sam and Quorra sat down. Kevin sat in the passenger seat and sunk into it. Alan put the key in ignition and sped off to where I could only assume as Sam's place.

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Sam's apartment was freaking cool. It was made up of old storage containers and it was right next to the river.

"Awesome." I stated. Sam grinned and scratched the back of his neck. Something he did quite often. The apartment was small, but it didn't really matter too much. There was just a problem of where we would all sleep. A thought struck me. What if Tron, Clu and Quorra don't know how to sleep. It's not really something you can explain to someone. I shook my thoughts away and wandered into the house. The only possible sleeping place was one couch. This could be troublesome. Not really caring about comfort, I tossed myself onto the carpet.

"God I missed carpet." There were numerous chuckles through the room. Tron and Clu crouched down at the carpet. Tron reached out a hand and ran it along the carpet curiously. Clu mimicked and lay on it as I had done. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes. Tron wandered over to me and did the same. Everyone seemed to be too tired to care about blankets or pillows or anything. Even Alan plopped himself onto the floor. Sam guided Quorra to the couch. After we all settled in, Sam turned off the lights and Tron put his arm around me. I smiled and closed my eyes.

"Goodnight Tron."

I awoke groggily and went to roll over, only to find myself restricted by an arm. Panic settled in my stomach, until I remembered the situation. It was just Tron. I breathed a sigh of relief. Tron emitted a purr and pulled me closer. After abandoning the idea to get up, I snuggled into his chest. There was a small 'chink' noise across the room. I craned my neck to see Sam sitting on the floor with a bowl of cereal. Early riser. I thought. Again, I attempted to pry Tron's hands off with no avail.

"Sam!" I half whispered and half hissed. He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow. Yeah, this must have looked compromising.

"Yeah?" He gave me an amused look. I stretched out my arms.

"Help? I don't think Tron's letting me up." Tron pulled me back to his chest as I spoke. I huffed indignantly and Sam wandered over, reaching for Tron's sides. He tickled him lightly and Tron jerked away, rolling across the floor.

"Thanks." I pulled myself off the floor and yawned loudly. Something about returning home had made a slightly empty feeling in my chest. I missed my disc. It was almost like and extended appendage to my arm. Tron must have felt the same way; being a security program. As I looked down at him, he looked back up at me from the floor deviously. He immediately reached up and pulled me to the floor, tickling my sides. After a few fruitless attempts at containing my laughter, I burst out, giggling and quivering madly to the point of not being able to breathe. At the sound, Clu jumped off the floor, with his hair disheveled and eyes half closed.

"Wha? What's going on?" He stumbled, running a hand through his hair. At this point, if we hadn't woken up everyone else, Clu certainly had. Well, everyone except Quorra. She rolled over, sighing loudly. At another loud squeak from me, Tron finally relented and leant back. I breathed heavily and released a few more giggles before relaxing back on the floor. Flynn sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Q, what are you doing?" He thought he was still on the grid.

"She's sleeping Flynn." Tron stated. Flynn nodded and looked over to the couch as his eyes flashed in understanding. His gaze shifted to me and he sighed.

"I need to tell you something." My head cocked to the side inquisitively.

"Okay. What is it Flynn?" He grabbed my wrist and led me outside. I drew in a sharp breath.

"Calyx... I know who your real father is." My heart sped up dramatically. He scratched the back of his neck subconsciously.

"Who?" The answer probably wouldn't matter anyway. I wouldn't know their name. Flynn drew in a shaky breath.

"I'm your father Calyx."

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Shocker huh? Nah just kidding.
For all of you that guessed Alan... Nope. That would just be awkward if she was dating Tron. You wouldn't go out with someone that looks like your father. Ewwww. xD