J2: The Perfect System
Title: The Perfect System
Rating: R
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Warnings: AU, a few vague spoilers for Tron and Tron: Legacy (mostly just character names - at least as far as Legacy is concerned)
Word Count: 3,000
Summary: JENSEN is not cut out for video games, no matter what anyone else says, but JARED is there to help him out.
Notes: Tron fusion for zuben_eschamali for the spn_j2_xmas exchange. I really hope you enjoy this, and that you've had a happy holiday season! Thank you to T for a quick edit of this, anything left is my own fault.
"You are now a guest of the Master Control Program." The words had filled JENSEN with dread when he'd first heard them. He was just an ordinary program, an actuarial program, he went over cost analyses for his user, he worked with numbers, he wasn't meant for video games. "You will play video games."
And yet here he was, in this place where he could practically feel the hum of energy from the game grid. This was going to be the end of line, he just knew it. He didn't play games.
"Greetings, the MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM has chosen you to serve your system on the game grid, those of you who continue to profess a faith in the users will receive the standard/substandard training which will result in your eventual elimination. Those of you who renounce this superstitious and hysterical belief will be eligible to join the warrior elite of the MCP. You will each receive an identity disk, everything you do or learn will be imprinted on this disk, you lose this disk, fail to follow commands, you will be subject to immediate deresolution. . That will be all." SARK stood above them all shouting out the decrees of the Master Control Program for those who were lined up waiting to hear what their eventual fate would be.
Another program down the line snorted like this idea of giving up a faith in the user was the most idiotic thing he'd ever heard. It was stupid, even Jensen knew that. Even if you did believe in the users you didn't just go and open your mouth about it. Everyone knew that.
This was how Jensen met JARED.
"Who is that?" He hissed at another program as they were being lead to the training hall, they stopped to watch another program battling two others, disks flying through the air with such speed an accuracy that it made Jensen feel sick just thinking about himself being in that same situation.
He couldn't be here, he missed his numbers, his nice orderly systems and a life lived without fear.
"That's Jared." He was the same program Jensen had seen earlier in the line up. He didn't look like a program who needed the run down of what they were doing here, he looked like he'd been written just for this.
"How long has he been here?" Jensen asked, he couldn't take his eyes off the other program. This had to be what he was written for, and yet it looked like he was fighting for his life down in the arena, he wasn't one of the warrior elite
"Dunno, longer than me, they say he's been here a few cycles."
"And he's still here?"
"He's the best."
It was a simple fact that no one seemed to doubt. And Jensen could only hope that he wouldn't be forced to play against this program.
Jared was the best. He'd been brought about eighty-five milicycles before Jensen and all ready there were stories that he'd been there for two or three cycles all ready, how those had started not even Jared was sure. He was just a traffic program, he moved things from here to there whenever his user needed him to - and yet somehow he'd ended up there, in the games.
He should have been assimilated, or been put in line for deresolution, and yet there he was all that time later still playing the games.
They were harsh and he hated it every time they put him into a new round, whether it was the light cycles or a disk battle. He hated seeing the look on the other program's face when they realized who they were playing, or worse yet those who didn't recognize him at all but were too scared of what would happen to them to really play.
But in the end it was either kill or be killed and Jared had a task to complete, he couldn't let himself be deleted yet. So he played, every time they put him in a new battle, sometimes easy sometimes hard, there were more than one occasions when Jared had been sure he was going to die and yet he'd some how made it through.
He needed to get out of there.
"Hey, program." The hissed voice startled Jensen who was leaning against the wall in his room, flipping his identity disk over and over in his hands trying to keep his mind from going anywhere but the eventual game he would have to play. He couldn't think about that, think about the end of line that was fast approaching.
So he focused on the disk, the way it spun around in his hands glowing with all that he had learned which was not nearly enough to keep him alive longer than a single round or if he was very lucky then two.
"You there." Jensen peered into the next cell through the force field that separated the two rooms to see the program he'd seen earlier, the one called Jared, and he tensed. Surely the other program wanted to boast, to scare him - that's what they did here after all.
"What?" He wasn't really in much of a mood to talk.
"Who are you."
"Jensen."
"Have you heard about FLYNN?"
"Who?"
"Flynn, he's with TRON they busted out of the light cycle grid."
Off the grid? Now that was impossible, even for a legend like Tron. You couldn't just leave the grid, it didn't work like that.
"Quiet down there." The guard programs above jabbed the ceiling of the cell to get their attention. Jensen crowded himself against the wall, hoping to make himself as small as possible, a feat made all the more easy by the size of Jared. It was unusual to see a program so large, especially one throw into the games like this. Normally it was the smaller programs, the ones no one would miss terrible when they were deleted. But it was obvious Jared carried plenty of information with him, his user would miss him if he went missing - they way they all did when they stayed in the games long enough.
"They're going to get us out."
"Quiet." Jensen hissed at the other program.
"Just wait." Jared muttered. "Keep your head down and focus during your games, they'll get us out."
Jensen decided he hated Jared, it had all been just a ploy to get to him, to confuse him and make him hope when there so obviously wasn't any hope for him. Even if he had survived his first disk battle. His luck wouldn't keep up, no matter how much he wanted it to.
He didn't talk to the other program during their down time, preferring to sit in the corner of his cell quietly just waiting for the end to come, as it had to.
He almost wished it would come sooner rather than later - every game he won he felt like it was only prolonging the inevitable. Sooner or later he would be put against a program he couldn't beat, maybe even Jared, and that would be the end of it.
"Greetings programs!" Flynn greeted them as the force fields in their cells disappeared, the guards vanished and they were met with the sudden idea of freedom.
Jensen didn't know what to do with himself, he hesitated before working up the nerve to leave his cell, taking a slow step out into the corridor beyond, convinced it was a trick, there would be a guard waiting for him - waiting to take him and throw him into his final game, or perhaps they wouldn't even bother with that now.
But then there was Jared grinning at him widely from the cell door beside his own. And Jared grabbed his hand and pulled him down the corridor.
"I told you he was coming back for us."
Jensen really did hate Jared, but running free like this, escaping the game grid filled him with such a thrill that Jensen couldn't let himself think too much about how he hated the other program, he was just too happy to be alive, to be free. He finally let himself think that he would never be put on the game grid again.
"This way." Jared lead the way, pulling Jensen along with him.
Jensen wasn't really sure how it happened, when Flynn and Tron had stopped the MCP, he'd let Jared pull him out of the game grid, and let him take him into the outlands away from it all. They were starting fresh there - or that was what they heard, they were going to make a new grid, something free of the controls of programs like the MCP, and yet Jensen wasn't interested in it.
Jared set them up in the outlands, it was a small place, but it was right by an energy pool and really it made the whole thing worth it in his mind. He could sit there for another hundred cycles and be happy with this little spot and their energy from the source.
But Jared made it so much more than that, it was their own space, for the two of them, away from the grid and all the changes that were being made out there. It was a safe space where they didn’t' talk about the games or the MCP or their escape. They were just there together.
It should have been strange, Jensen and Jared both had directives they ought to have been completing and yet once they were set up there neither left.
The outlands became their home, their refuge from the rest of the world.
"Do you ever miss it?"
"Miss what?" Jared asked without looking up from his disk and the coding he'd pulled up on it.
"Your user, the directive?"
His hands stilled then, and Jensen could see the question was one that made Jared stop and think. It couldn't be easy for him, in the time that they had lived in the outlands together, they had told each other about their lives, their histories, their directives, and their users. Jared had been a dedicated program, and now out here in the outlands he was without a directive and cut off from his user.
"We could go back." Jensen wasn't sure he wanted to go back, they were remaking the grid, they were supposed to be making it new, making it better without the grip of the MCP, but out here they didn't have to worry about anything. Jensen didn't want to give up this freedom.
"No." Jared said, shaking his head. "No we can't go back, it's not safe."
Jensen snorted. "You're one of the most capable programs there is, you'll be fine on the grid." He reminded him, Jensen doubted that Jared had ever really needed to worry about his safety before, not in the way most normal programs had.
"It's not safe for you."
Jensen hadn't expected that and he didn't know what to say, and so he said nothing, instead resting a hand on Jared's shoulder and sitting quietly with him.
He never asked Jared why it wasn't safe for him to go back to the grid after that day, perhaps Jared knew something he didn't, perhaps Jared simply worried, but Jensen found the reason was unimportant. They were safe in the outlands and he wasn't in a hurry to leave.
The first time they touched it was the day they escaped from the game grid, after that it was when Jensen offered Jared his silent support when Jared had been firm that they weren't going back. After those initial touches it seemed to happen more, like Jensen touching Jared had opened some kind of gate that had been holding it all back since they had found their way to the outlands.
Jensen found he liked the small touches that Jared gave him throughout the day, they were always brief and always innocent enough, but a short current sped through him each time Jared touched him. He couldn't describe it, but it was almost like drinking from the source. That same kind of heady sense of exhilaration filled him with each brush of Jared's hand against his own, or the way Jared would brush past him as they side stepped one another in the hall, and even occasionally when Jared didn't touch him at all, but Jensen would catch Jared watching him.
He didn't understand it, and yet he found himself eager for each new touch that Jared gave him.
Jared had never known a program like Jensen, he had been wound so tight when he first met him back on the game grid. Like he'd never done anything but crunch numbers, and Jared couldn't help but love that about him. He worried about Jensen from the start - a program like him didn't belong in the games, he wouldn't last even half as long as Jared had made it by that point.
And when they were free of the grid Jared loved watching Jensen get used to their new environment. They never discussed that they would stay together, it was just something that happened, and frankly Jared had been surprised that Jensen allowed it.
And yet they were still there together almost an entire cycle after they'd left the grid.
Jared loved watching Jensen, he loved the way he moved, even now, even though they had both been without directives for ages now Jensen still moved the way he had when Jared had first seen him. Tall and proud and just waiting for numbers to fall into his lap so that he could work with them. The time they'd spent in the outlands hadn't changed that about Jensen.
He still got that look in his eyes whenever he drank from the source, the one that made Jared want to forget all about his own user and never think of anything but Jensen again for the rest of his life. And when Jensen touched him, when Jensen allowed himself to be touched, it was easy to remember why it was they never went back to the grid.
Jared's lips spark against his lips, hot and sharp and Jensen could swear there was nothing better than that feeling. That was until Jared skimmed a hand down the front of his body and palmed his cock and not even drinking from the source was as good as the way Jared touched him.
"There, oh for the love of a user there, please." Jensen keened, clinging to Jared in a way he never imagined he would have in the past. He wanted Jared more than he knew it had been possible to want another program, he couldn't stand to be a part from him any longer, and couldn't imagine there had ever been a time that he had wanted Jared any less than he wanted him now.
"I've got you, you're okay," Jared soothed him with his voice and at the same time drove him made with desire as he continued to stroke and tease him with touches that Jensen hadn't even thought existed before and yet there they were, Jared showing him new depths and expanding Jensen's understanding of their world even further.
It didn't seem possible that Jared could do so much, he was a transport program, he should have limits, he should have been so many things, and yet he never was simply just any one program, he was everything, and he was perfect. He was written just for Jensen.
"Don't stop, oh oh, don't…" Jensen pulled Jared to him, kissing him and touching him everywhere he could reach frantic for more and convinced he could never have enough of this, no matter how much Jared gave him. "Right there."
Jensen was lost to Jared that day, and though he still looked out across the outlands back toward the grid to see the way it changed and grew and expanded with every passing cycle, Jensen knew that his prime directive would always be there with Jared.
Jared had been sure he would perish in the games, and then he was sure once they got off the grid Jensen would leave him. What Flynn and Tron and CLU were working on back at the grid was going to be amazing and he wouldn't have blamed Jensen for going back.
They were all programmed to do certain things, and you didn't just get to erase those things. Jared still felt his own directive inside him, under the surface, but not nearly as prominent as it had once been. Instead what was the most prevalent were his thoughts of Jensen. As they had been from their first meeting and they had only grown more intense the more time he'd spent with him.
With each passing cycle Jared's original directive slipped lower and lower until there was nothing left of it at all, and all there was, was Jensen. Jensen and the way he let himself be touched, and the way he opened for Jared and the way he moaned, and the way he stretched, and pulled, and grasped for him.
Jensen with all his perfections, and all his imperfections, and all the little bits of coding that when combined created the most amazing program Jared had ever met. And he knew they would stay together no matter what happened on the grid, whether they left this place or not. They were going to be together.
The world around them continued to evolve and change, programs were created and deleted, and completely new beings brought into existence, and some were destroyed. History repeated itself, and Flynn was there again to bring peace to the grid and those who lived there.
Jared and Jensen missed it all, they had built up their own world, one that didn't rely on the grid, and one that didn't need directives or anything more than what they had there together. They had created the perfect system, the two of them, on their own. And they needed nothing else.
Rating: R
Pairing: Jensen/Jared
Warnings: AU, a few vague spoilers for Tron and Tron: Legacy (mostly just character names - at least as far as Legacy is concerned)
Word Count: 3,000
Summary: JENSEN is not cut out for video games, no matter what anyone else says, but JARED is there to help him out.
Notes: Tron fusion for zuben_eschamali for the spn_j2_xmas exchange. I really hope you enjoy this, and that you've had a happy holiday season! Thank you to T for a quick edit of this, anything left is my own fault.
"You are now a guest of the Master Control Program." The words had filled JENSEN with dread when he'd first heard them. He was just an ordinary program, an actuarial program, he went over cost analyses for his user, he worked with numbers, he wasn't meant for video games. "You will play video games."
And yet here he was, in this place where he could practically feel the hum of energy from the game grid. This was going to be the end of line, he just knew it. He didn't play games.
"Greetings, the MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM has chosen you to serve your system on the game grid, those of you who continue to profess a faith in the users will receive the standard/substandard training which will result in your eventual elimination. Those of you who renounce this superstitious and hysterical belief will be eligible to join the warrior elite of the MCP. You will each receive an identity disk, everything you do or learn will be imprinted on this disk, you lose this disk, fail to follow commands, you will be subject to immediate deresolution. . That will be all." SARK stood above them all shouting out the decrees of the Master Control Program for those who were lined up waiting to hear what their eventual fate would be.
Another program down the line snorted like this idea of giving up a faith in the user was the most idiotic thing he'd ever heard. It was stupid, even Jensen knew that. Even if you did believe in the users you didn't just go and open your mouth about it. Everyone knew that.
This was how Jensen met JARED.
"Who is that?" He hissed at another program as they were being lead to the training hall, they stopped to watch another program battling two others, disks flying through the air with such speed an accuracy that it made Jensen feel sick just thinking about himself being in that same situation.
He couldn't be here, he missed his numbers, his nice orderly systems and a life lived without fear.
"That's Jared." He was the same program Jensen had seen earlier in the line up. He didn't look like a program who needed the run down of what they were doing here, he looked like he'd been written just for this.
"How long has he been here?" Jensen asked, he couldn't take his eyes off the other program. This had to be what he was written for, and yet it looked like he was fighting for his life down in the arena, he wasn't one of the warrior elite
"Dunno, longer than me, they say he's been here a few cycles."
"And he's still here?"
"He's the best."
It was a simple fact that no one seemed to doubt. And Jensen could only hope that he wouldn't be forced to play against this program.
Jared was the best. He'd been brought about eighty-five milicycles before Jensen and all ready there were stories that he'd been there for two or three cycles all ready, how those had started not even Jared was sure. He was just a traffic program, he moved things from here to there whenever his user needed him to - and yet somehow he'd ended up there, in the games.
He should have been assimilated, or been put in line for deresolution, and yet there he was all that time later still playing the games.
They were harsh and he hated it every time they put him into a new round, whether it was the light cycles or a disk battle. He hated seeing the look on the other program's face when they realized who they were playing, or worse yet those who didn't recognize him at all but were too scared of what would happen to them to really play.
But in the end it was either kill or be killed and Jared had a task to complete, he couldn't let himself be deleted yet. So he played, every time they put him in a new battle, sometimes easy sometimes hard, there were more than one occasions when Jared had been sure he was going to die and yet he'd some how made it through.
He needed to get out of there.
"Hey, program." The hissed voice startled Jensen who was leaning against the wall in his room, flipping his identity disk over and over in his hands trying to keep his mind from going anywhere but the eventual game he would have to play. He couldn't think about that, think about the end of line that was fast approaching.
So he focused on the disk, the way it spun around in his hands glowing with all that he had learned which was not nearly enough to keep him alive longer than a single round or if he was very lucky then two.
"You there." Jensen peered into the next cell through the force field that separated the two rooms to see the program he'd seen earlier, the one called Jared, and he tensed. Surely the other program wanted to boast, to scare him - that's what they did here after all.
"What?" He wasn't really in much of a mood to talk.
"Who are you."
"Jensen."
"Have you heard about FLYNN?"
"Who?"
"Flynn, he's with TRON they busted out of the light cycle grid."
Off the grid? Now that was impossible, even for a legend like Tron. You couldn't just leave the grid, it didn't work like that.
"Quiet down there." The guard programs above jabbed the ceiling of the cell to get their attention. Jensen crowded himself against the wall, hoping to make himself as small as possible, a feat made all the more easy by the size of Jared. It was unusual to see a program so large, especially one throw into the games like this. Normally it was the smaller programs, the ones no one would miss terrible when they were deleted. But it was obvious Jared carried plenty of information with him, his user would miss him if he went missing - they way they all did when they stayed in the games long enough.
"They're going to get us out."
"Quiet." Jensen hissed at the other program.
"Just wait." Jared muttered. "Keep your head down and focus during your games, they'll get us out."
Jensen decided he hated Jared, it had all been just a ploy to get to him, to confuse him and make him hope when there so obviously wasn't any hope for him. Even if he had survived his first disk battle. His luck wouldn't keep up, no matter how much he wanted it to.
He didn't talk to the other program during their down time, preferring to sit in the corner of his cell quietly just waiting for the end to come, as it had to.
He almost wished it would come sooner rather than later - every game he won he felt like it was only prolonging the inevitable. Sooner or later he would be put against a program he couldn't beat, maybe even Jared, and that would be the end of it.
"Greetings programs!" Flynn greeted them as the force fields in their cells disappeared, the guards vanished and they were met with the sudden idea of freedom.
Jensen didn't know what to do with himself, he hesitated before working up the nerve to leave his cell, taking a slow step out into the corridor beyond, convinced it was a trick, there would be a guard waiting for him - waiting to take him and throw him into his final game, or perhaps they wouldn't even bother with that now.
But then there was Jared grinning at him widely from the cell door beside his own. And Jared grabbed his hand and pulled him down the corridor.
"I told you he was coming back for us."
Jensen really did hate Jared, but running free like this, escaping the game grid filled him with such a thrill that Jensen couldn't let himself think too much about how he hated the other program, he was just too happy to be alive, to be free. He finally let himself think that he would never be put on the game grid again.
"This way." Jared lead the way, pulling Jensen along with him.
Jensen wasn't really sure how it happened, when Flynn and Tron had stopped the MCP, he'd let Jared pull him out of the game grid, and let him take him into the outlands away from it all. They were starting fresh there - or that was what they heard, they were going to make a new grid, something free of the controls of programs like the MCP, and yet Jensen wasn't interested in it.
Jared set them up in the outlands, it was a small place, but it was right by an energy pool and really it made the whole thing worth it in his mind. He could sit there for another hundred cycles and be happy with this little spot and their energy from the source.
But Jared made it so much more than that, it was their own space, for the two of them, away from the grid and all the changes that were being made out there. It was a safe space where they didn’t' talk about the games or the MCP or their escape. They were just there together.
It should have been strange, Jensen and Jared both had directives they ought to have been completing and yet once they were set up there neither left.
The outlands became their home, their refuge from the rest of the world.
"Do you ever miss it?"
"Miss what?" Jared asked without looking up from his disk and the coding he'd pulled up on it.
"Your user, the directive?"
His hands stilled then, and Jensen could see the question was one that made Jared stop and think. It couldn't be easy for him, in the time that they had lived in the outlands together, they had told each other about their lives, their histories, their directives, and their users. Jared had been a dedicated program, and now out here in the outlands he was without a directive and cut off from his user.
"We could go back." Jensen wasn't sure he wanted to go back, they were remaking the grid, they were supposed to be making it new, making it better without the grip of the MCP, but out here they didn't have to worry about anything. Jensen didn't want to give up this freedom.
"No." Jared said, shaking his head. "No we can't go back, it's not safe."
Jensen snorted. "You're one of the most capable programs there is, you'll be fine on the grid." He reminded him, Jensen doubted that Jared had ever really needed to worry about his safety before, not in the way most normal programs had.
"It's not safe for you."
Jensen hadn't expected that and he didn't know what to say, and so he said nothing, instead resting a hand on Jared's shoulder and sitting quietly with him.
He never asked Jared why it wasn't safe for him to go back to the grid after that day, perhaps Jared knew something he didn't, perhaps Jared simply worried, but Jensen found the reason was unimportant. They were safe in the outlands and he wasn't in a hurry to leave.
The first time they touched it was the day they escaped from the game grid, after that it was when Jensen offered Jared his silent support when Jared had been firm that they weren't going back. After those initial touches it seemed to happen more, like Jensen touching Jared had opened some kind of gate that had been holding it all back since they had found their way to the outlands.
Jensen found he liked the small touches that Jared gave him throughout the day, they were always brief and always innocent enough, but a short current sped through him each time Jared touched him. He couldn't describe it, but it was almost like drinking from the source. That same kind of heady sense of exhilaration filled him with each brush of Jared's hand against his own, or the way Jared would brush past him as they side stepped one another in the hall, and even occasionally when Jared didn't touch him at all, but Jensen would catch Jared watching him.
He didn't understand it, and yet he found himself eager for each new touch that Jared gave him.
Jared had never known a program like Jensen, he had been wound so tight when he first met him back on the game grid. Like he'd never done anything but crunch numbers, and Jared couldn't help but love that about him. He worried about Jensen from the start - a program like him didn't belong in the games, he wouldn't last even half as long as Jared had made it by that point.
And when they were free of the grid Jared loved watching Jensen get used to their new environment. They never discussed that they would stay together, it was just something that happened, and frankly Jared had been surprised that Jensen allowed it.
And yet they were still there together almost an entire cycle after they'd left the grid.
Jared loved watching Jensen, he loved the way he moved, even now, even though they had both been without directives for ages now Jensen still moved the way he had when Jared had first seen him. Tall and proud and just waiting for numbers to fall into his lap so that he could work with them. The time they'd spent in the outlands hadn't changed that about Jensen.
He still got that look in his eyes whenever he drank from the source, the one that made Jared want to forget all about his own user and never think of anything but Jensen again for the rest of his life. And when Jensen touched him, when Jensen allowed himself to be touched, it was easy to remember why it was they never went back to the grid.
Jared's lips spark against his lips, hot and sharp and Jensen could swear there was nothing better than that feeling. That was until Jared skimmed a hand down the front of his body and palmed his cock and not even drinking from the source was as good as the way Jared touched him.
"There, oh for the love of a user there, please." Jensen keened, clinging to Jared in a way he never imagined he would have in the past. He wanted Jared more than he knew it had been possible to want another program, he couldn't stand to be a part from him any longer, and couldn't imagine there had ever been a time that he had wanted Jared any less than he wanted him now.
"I've got you, you're okay," Jared soothed him with his voice and at the same time drove him made with desire as he continued to stroke and tease him with touches that Jensen hadn't even thought existed before and yet there they were, Jared showing him new depths and expanding Jensen's understanding of their world even further.
It didn't seem possible that Jared could do so much, he was a transport program, he should have limits, he should have been so many things, and yet he never was simply just any one program, he was everything, and he was perfect. He was written just for Jensen.
"Don't stop, oh oh, don't…" Jensen pulled Jared to him, kissing him and touching him everywhere he could reach frantic for more and convinced he could never have enough of this, no matter how much Jared gave him. "Right there."
Jensen was lost to Jared that day, and though he still looked out across the outlands back toward the grid to see the way it changed and grew and expanded with every passing cycle, Jensen knew that his prime directive would always be there with Jared.
Jared had been sure he would perish in the games, and then he was sure once they got off the grid Jensen would leave him. What Flynn and Tron and CLU were working on back at the grid was going to be amazing and he wouldn't have blamed Jensen for going back.
They were all programmed to do certain things, and you didn't just get to erase those things. Jared still felt his own directive inside him, under the surface, but not nearly as prominent as it had once been. Instead what was the most prevalent were his thoughts of Jensen. As they had been from their first meeting and they had only grown more intense the more time he'd spent with him.
With each passing cycle Jared's original directive slipped lower and lower until there was nothing left of it at all, and all there was, was Jensen. Jensen and the way he let himself be touched, and the way he opened for Jared and the way he moaned, and the way he stretched, and pulled, and grasped for him.
Jensen with all his perfections, and all his imperfections, and all the little bits of coding that when combined created the most amazing program Jared had ever met. And he knew they would stay together no matter what happened on the grid, whether they left this place or not. They were going to be together.
The world around them continued to evolve and change, programs were created and deleted, and completely new beings brought into existence, and some were destroyed. History repeated itself, and Flynn was there again to bring peace to the grid and those who lived there.
Jared and Jensen missed it all, they had built up their own world, one that didn't rely on the grid, and one that didn't need directives or anything more than what they had there together. They had created the perfect system, the two of them, on their own. And they needed nothing else.