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On a lighter note: a ficlet written for Fluff Week in the ongoing Tron Fanworks Month project. (It's Action Week now, so this is a belated repost. I really have to clean up my masterpost and add recent stuff.) Written at five in the morning and possibly not particularly coherent.
Fandom: Tron (post-1982, the-secret-is-out AU)
Genre: G, fluff
Summary: Midnight at the Bradleys’.
Title:
Take Ten
The pale glow of the screen drew Tron to the front room, where the lights were supposed to be off now that the Users had all turned in. One User hadn’t, though; he could see her hair haloed over the edge of the couch, the laptop, on the low table nearby, out of sight from where he was standing.
Padding quietly forward, he took a breath to speak. Then he paused, smiled, and circled the couch until Lora was visible, scrunched up on one end of it, her glasses askew, her head resting on her arms. She couldn’t have drifted off very long ago; her screen hadn’t idled out. Somewhere on the other side, programs, functions, and algorithms stood by, waiting for a sign that wasn’t going to come for hours, going by the shadows under the User’s eyes.
Her face was peaceful, though. Whatever it was she’d been working on, it must have been going right.
With a small smile, Tron drew out one of the soft knitted blankets stored under the low table, draped it carefully over the sleeping User, slipped her glasses off and laid them next to the laptop, and brushed a stray curl away from her face.
Perhaps he should have closed the computer immediately, but he paused again just out of the range of the light, storing her away to remember after he and Yori returned home. Lora had smiled as he touched her brow; it still lingered, and he felt an answering smile on his own face.
A soft step out in the hall told him he was not alone, and he looked up, catching the dim flash of Yori’s eyes in the shadowed doorway.
Carefully, he closed the laptop, the action a silent well-wish to the loyal programs within. Memory unerringly showed him how to move in the dark, and he rounded the end of the couch again and moved to her side.
"Sleeping?" The word was barely a whisper.
"Out like a light," he answered, just as softly; the fragment of User idiom translated perfectly between both worlds.
She leaned up finally, her breath ruffling his hair, and murmured, “We should too.”
"Yes."
Soon; but not yet.
Her arm slipped around his back. She leaned against him, content, and for a moment the two of them stood in the doorway together, listening to the small noises of the house and the almost imperceptible sound of Yori’s User breathing in the dark.
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Originally posted on Dreamwidth. There are
comments there so far.
Fandom: Tron (post-1982, the-secret-is-out AU)
Genre: G, fluff
Summary: Midnight at the Bradleys’.
Title:
Take Ten
The pale glow of the screen drew Tron to the front room, where the lights were supposed to be off now that the Users had all turned in. One User hadn’t, though; he could see her hair haloed over the edge of the couch, the laptop, on the low table nearby, out of sight from where he was standing.
Padding quietly forward, he took a breath to speak. Then he paused, smiled, and circled the couch until Lora was visible, scrunched up on one end of it, her glasses askew, her head resting on her arms. She couldn’t have drifted off very long ago; her screen hadn’t idled out. Somewhere on the other side, programs, functions, and algorithms stood by, waiting for a sign that wasn’t going to come for hours, going by the shadows under the User’s eyes.
Her face was peaceful, though. Whatever it was she’d been working on, it must have been going right.
With a small smile, Tron drew out one of the soft knitted blankets stored under the low table, draped it carefully over the sleeping User, slipped her glasses off and laid them next to the laptop, and brushed a stray curl away from her face.
Perhaps he should have closed the computer immediately, but he paused again just out of the range of the light, storing her away to remember after he and Yori returned home. Lora had smiled as he touched her brow; it still lingered, and he felt an answering smile on his own face.
A soft step out in the hall told him he was not alone, and he looked up, catching the dim flash of Yori’s eyes in the shadowed doorway.
Carefully, he closed the laptop, the action a silent well-wish to the loyal programs within. Memory unerringly showed him how to move in the dark, and he rounded the end of the couch again and moved to her side.
"Sleeping?" The word was barely a whisper.
"Out like a light," he answered, just as softly; the fragment of User idiom translated perfectly between both worlds.
She leaned up finally, her breath ruffling his hair, and murmured, “We should too.”
"Yes."
Soon; but not yet.
Her arm slipped around his back. She leaned against him, content, and for a moment the two of them stood in the doorway together, listening to the small noises of the house and the almost imperceptible sound of Yori’s User breathing in the dark.
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Originally posted on Dreamwidth. There are
comments there so far.