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Title: I Owe You A Love Song [11/?]
Fandom(s): TRON: Legacy/The Princess Bride
Characters/pairing: Sam Flynn/Tron; Quorra, Anon, Ed Dillinger, Jr., Ed Dillinger, Sr., Jordan, Clu, Radia, Zuse, Gem, Alan & Lora Bradley, Dumont, Jarvis, Sark, Kevin, the MCP, etc. (Jeebus Christmas, y’all)
Rating: T
Word count: 1000
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Summary: Horses are lightcycles, ships are Solar Sailers and Recognizers, Prince Edward Dillinger, Jr. of the Grid needs a reason to go to war with Bostrum, and Sam just wants Tron and his father back.
Author's Note: It’s my birthday weekend and I’m feeling generous. Have another chapter, :)
Sam really can’t believe his life.
A Dread Pirate killed his father.
A Dread Pirate killed the love of his life.
The royal family took him from the only life he ever knew.
A bumbling group of programs - and one ISO - kidnapped him to start a war between the Grid and Bostrum.
And now a Dread Pirate’s kidnapped him.
Could be worse, he reasons with himself as the Dread Pirate drags him through the Outlands. Could be dead.
The strangest thing is that he doesn’t think the Dread Pirate will kill him or even hurt him. They don’t take prisoners - they leave no one alive - but he’s still standing. This one isn’t even taking him back to the Sea; they’re headed inland in a direction only the Basic knows.
When they stop for a breather Sam says, “I’m the Queen’s son, okay? You don’t really want to keep me. Just let me go and you’ll get whatever you want.”
The Dread Pirate doesn’t even look at him. He’s looking over his shoulder at some distant point, like they’re running from something.
Or someone.
* * *
“The tracer says he was here less than an hour ago.”
Prince Edward swings the light cane on his index and middle fingers as he gives the kneeling Basic a raised eyebrow. “And I suppose you have an explanation for that?”
Zuse shakes his head as he nervously picks on a soiled spot on his pants. The prince sighs and gestures for the flanking Black Guards to step back ten paces. He waits for Clu to rejoin him and then leans in. “What did you say the reward was?”
“Monopoly on Bostrum’s shipping routes.”
“Really?”
“He bit.”
Prince Edward smiles at the thought. He then turns so his back to Zuse and hands Clu the cane. “Remember - no loose ends.”
He pats the helmeted Basic on the shoulder and gestures for the Guards to get back on their lightcycles.
“Wait, Your Highness! I know who-”
The light cane goes off and a body topples over.
* * *
They stop near a ravine and that’s when Sam finally recognizes something. Unfortunately it’s a place that’s been a wellspring of horror stories meant to keep children in bed at night.
As soon as he catches his breath he asks, “Do DataWraiths really live there?”
The Dread Pirate doesn’t answer.
Sam pushes off the flat boulder he’s leaning on and walks up to the Basic. “You don’t talk, do you? That noise you’re making - what, you’re broken? Is that why you wear that helmet? Hiding something ugly? Things went wrong when you raided a Solar Sailer?”
Mouthing off a Dread Pirate is generally a terrible idea but Sam is tired and pissed off at everything. He’d been kidnapped, roughly handled, dragged through the Outlands on foot, prodded with the lethal end of a light cane, and brought within walking distance of the Canyon of the DataWraiths. It’s been a miserable two days plus twenty-seven years, excuse him for being cranky.
To his surprise though the Dread Pirate bows his head and turns away. Sam frowns, first at the unexpected reaction, and then at the red-orange circuits on the Basic’s shoulder blades, under his disk dock, and on his hips. Something about the placement is very strange…
“You are a Dread Pirate, aren’t you?”
The Basic jerks his head up and turns back around, glossy helmet tilting this way and that while the repetitive broken noise intensifies. Sam reflexively drops his gaze and then stares at the circuits marking the Dread Pirate’s front; something is missing on his chest, like circuits should be there instead of black.
Ignoring the pounding in his head and the feeling that he’s about to do something very stupid Sam takes a step forward and lifts his hand, moving it towards the Basic’s sternum. “You’re missing something…”
The whirring grows louder until it becomes the smooth roar of several lightcycles on a hill higher than theirs. Sam yanks his hand back and looks up. So that’s what the Dread Pirate was running from. He watches them pull up and a few riders dismount, then looks at the Basic.
“I know you saved me from Zuse but Junior won’t care. Get the hell out of here while you can.”
Instead the Basic shifts into a defensive position and Sam’s heart stutters to a stop; he’s seen that position before. It’s the one he uses himself because it’s the one he’s been taught years ago.
“Who are you?” Sam demands.
The Dread Pirate cocks his helmet towards Sam. “I’ll-”
There’s a faint popping noise, something glows from the cluster of lightcycles, and an energy bolt streaks across the distance towards him. Before Sam can react the Dread Pirate shoves him aside, taking the hit and sliding several feet towards the steep slope.
“Hey! Stop!” Sam waves his arms at the manned lightcycles to stop, hoping they can see, and then turns to the Dread Pirate.
And stares.
The Dread Pirate is slowly getting back on his feet and the whirring is now a horrible rattling noise, but all Sam can look at is the cluster of circuits on his chest. The color’s all wrong and they shouldn’t be flickering like that but the “T” shape is unmistakable.
Despite where he is right now, despite everything happening around him, Sam wants to cry. Instead he takes a step forward, reaching out again, trying to erase the five-year-old gap in his heart.
“Tron.”
The Dread Pirate-Tron stands absolutely still until he makes contact, then shudders and bows his helmeted head. Suddenly he jerks his chin up and Sam looks over his shoulder at the second energy bolt coming at them.
“No!”
Sam tackles Tron and they tumble down the hillside.
* * *
“Huh. They disappeared.” Prince Edward lowers the light cane. “Whoever he is I bet he’s taking my brother to the Canyon of the DataWraiths. Come on.”
They mount their lightcycles and leave.
10 [The Pirate] || 12 [The Beloved]
Fandom(s): TRON: Legacy/The Princess Bride
Characters/pairing: Sam Flynn/Tron; Quorra, Anon, Ed Dillinger, Jr., Ed Dillinger, Sr., Jordan, Clu, Radia, Zuse, Gem, Alan & Lora Bradley, Dumont, Jarvis, Sark, Kevin, the MCP, etc. (Jeebus Christmas, y’all)
Rating: T
Word count: 1000
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Summary: Horses are lightcycles, ships are Solar Sailers and Recognizers, Prince Edward Dillinger, Jr. of the Grid needs a reason to go to war with Bostrum, and Sam just wants Tron and his father back.
Author's Note: It’s my birthday weekend and I’m feeling generous. Have another chapter, :)
Sam really can’t believe his life.
A Dread Pirate killed his father.
A Dread Pirate killed the love of his life.
The royal family took him from the only life he ever knew.
A bumbling group of programs - and one ISO - kidnapped him to start a war between the Grid and Bostrum.
And now a Dread Pirate’s kidnapped him.
Could be worse, he reasons with himself as the Dread Pirate drags him through the Outlands. Could be dead.
The strangest thing is that he doesn’t think the Dread Pirate will kill him or even hurt him. They don’t take prisoners - they leave no one alive - but he’s still standing. This one isn’t even taking him back to the Sea; they’re headed inland in a direction only the Basic knows.
When they stop for a breather Sam says, “I’m the Queen’s son, okay? You don’t really want to keep me. Just let me go and you’ll get whatever you want.”
The Dread Pirate doesn’t even look at him. He’s looking over his shoulder at some distant point, like they’re running from something.
Or someone.
* * *
“The tracer says he was here less than an hour ago.”
Prince Edward swings the light cane on his index and middle fingers as he gives the kneeling Basic a raised eyebrow. “And I suppose you have an explanation for that?”
Zuse shakes his head as he nervously picks on a soiled spot on his pants. The prince sighs and gestures for the flanking Black Guards to step back ten paces. He waits for Clu to rejoin him and then leans in. “What did you say the reward was?”
“Monopoly on Bostrum’s shipping routes.”
“Really?”
“He bit.”
Prince Edward smiles at the thought. He then turns so his back to Zuse and hands Clu the cane. “Remember - no loose ends.”
He pats the helmeted Basic on the shoulder and gestures for the Guards to get back on their lightcycles.
“Wait, Your Highness! I know who-”
The light cane goes off and a body topples over.
* * *
They stop near a ravine and that’s when Sam finally recognizes something. Unfortunately it’s a place that’s been a wellspring of horror stories meant to keep children in bed at night.
As soon as he catches his breath he asks, “Do DataWraiths really live there?”
The Dread Pirate doesn’t answer.
Sam pushes off the flat boulder he’s leaning on and walks up to the Basic. “You don’t talk, do you? That noise you’re making - what, you’re broken? Is that why you wear that helmet? Hiding something ugly? Things went wrong when you raided a Solar Sailer?”
Mouthing off a Dread Pirate is generally a terrible idea but Sam is tired and pissed off at everything. He’d been kidnapped, roughly handled, dragged through the Outlands on foot, prodded with the lethal end of a light cane, and brought within walking distance of the Canyon of the DataWraiths. It’s been a miserable two days plus twenty-seven years, excuse him for being cranky.
To his surprise though the Dread Pirate bows his head and turns away. Sam frowns, first at the unexpected reaction, and then at the red-orange circuits on the Basic’s shoulder blades, under his disk dock, and on his hips. Something about the placement is very strange…
“You are a Dread Pirate, aren’t you?”
The Basic jerks his head up and turns back around, glossy helmet tilting this way and that while the repetitive broken noise intensifies. Sam reflexively drops his gaze and then stares at the circuits marking the Dread Pirate’s front; something is missing on his chest, like circuits should be there instead of black.
Ignoring the pounding in his head and the feeling that he’s about to do something very stupid Sam takes a step forward and lifts his hand, moving it towards the Basic’s sternum. “You’re missing something…”
The whirring grows louder until it becomes the smooth roar of several lightcycles on a hill higher than theirs. Sam yanks his hand back and looks up. So that’s what the Dread Pirate was running from. He watches them pull up and a few riders dismount, then looks at the Basic.
“I know you saved me from Zuse but Junior won’t care. Get the hell out of here while you can.”
Instead the Basic shifts into a defensive position and Sam’s heart stutters to a stop; he’s seen that position before. It’s the one he uses himself because it’s the one he’s been taught years ago.
“Who are you?” Sam demands.
The Dread Pirate cocks his helmet towards Sam. “I’ll-”
There’s a faint popping noise, something glows from the cluster of lightcycles, and an energy bolt streaks across the distance towards him. Before Sam can react the Dread Pirate shoves him aside, taking the hit and sliding several feet towards the steep slope.
“Hey! Stop!” Sam waves his arms at the manned lightcycles to stop, hoping they can see, and then turns to the Dread Pirate.
And stares.
The Dread Pirate is slowly getting back on his feet and the whirring is now a horrible rattling noise, but all Sam can look at is the cluster of circuits on his chest. The color’s all wrong and they shouldn’t be flickering like that but the “T” shape is unmistakable.
Despite where he is right now, despite everything happening around him, Sam wants to cry. Instead he takes a step forward, reaching out again, trying to erase the five-year-old gap in his heart.
“Tron.”
The Dread Pirate-Tron stands absolutely still until he makes contact, then shudders and bows his helmeted head. Suddenly he jerks his chin up and Sam looks over his shoulder at the second energy bolt coming at them.
“No!”
Sam tackles Tron and they tumble down the hillside.
* * *
“Huh. They disappeared.” Prince Edward lowers the light cane. “Whoever he is I bet he’s taking my brother to the Canyon of the DataWraiths. Come on.”
They mount their lightcycles and leave.
10 [The Pirate] || 12 [The Beloved]