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Title: I Owe You A Love Song [16/?]
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: 979
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: alskdjfla;jflaskjfsk;jfl;kjflksjfl;ajfl;asjkfl;askjfal;skdfjasl;kfj
That is all.
“Is there a reason why you’re advising against following them into the Canyon?”
Clu minimizes the tracer’s interface and turns to Prince Edward. “Canyons are dangerous. If we’re not careful we can lose ourselves in there for days, and we don’t have enough supplies to last us for that long. You also have the millennial birthday, and the war with Bostrum, to plan. In fact I suggest letting them go-”
“If they escape-” Prince Edward looks over his shoulders but the Black Guards standing around the perimeter of their camp don’t move. “I don’t want anyone challenging my claim to the throne.”
“He doesn’t seem very interested in it, Your Highness.”
“You can never tell.” Prince Edward adjusts his glasses as he turns his head to the Canyon. “I should’ve left him alone. Now that he knows-”
“Get some rest, Your Highness. The other side of the Canyon is a miles-long journey and you’ll need your wits to deal with them if they survive it.”
“What, you think those stories are true? Never thought you’d believe them, of all Basics.”
Clu smiles as he presses a circuit at the back of his collar and his helmet reforms around his head. “Every story has a grain of truth to it, don’t you think?”
He turns and walks to the perimeter of the camp. The nearby Black Guard doesn’t move an inch, doesn’t watch him bring up the tracer’s interface and study it. Satisfied, Clu turns it off and places his hands behind his back, waits for the sun to rise.
* * *
“Is it safe?”
Tron just gives him a look as he circles the pool, scanning the sheltered area. Sam shifts uneasily, gestures and clarifies, “It tried to boil our faces off just hours ago.”
“That was an energy spurt. It’s supposed to try to boil your face off.”
Sam scowls and leans over the edge to lightly tap the glowing surface with an index finger, watches the raw energy ripple. Refined energy he’s familiar with but something this unfiltered and pure makes him wary of its effects. Part of his mind wonders how much energy he’s standing on and how much it’ll cost to farm it all. He submerges his injured hand in it, feels the scrapes and bruises throb as the energy starts accelerating the healing process.
Tron moves to the other side and crouches down. Sam stares at the glow of white energy on Tron’s face as the Basic dips his hand into the pool, heart suddenly pounding and something twisting tightly in his chest. He feels like he’s fifteen again, confused and anxious over the magnetic pull to the unassuming farmhand he’d known all his life.
He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but raises an eyebrow instead when Tron slips into the pool, leaving a rippling trail. He doesn’t know why the first thing to come to mind is the drowning when he was fourteen, the eerie wrongness of the empty seat next to his in the classroom for the rest of the year. He leans over the edge when Tron doesn’t reappear, wondering if calling for him will do any good, and then yelps and falls back when the Basic suddenly surfaces just inches from his face. Sam quickly sits up, flushed with embarrassment, while Tron leans against the edge of the pool.
“Not cool,” he grumbles as he looks up and...forgets everything else.
Sam has seen circuits on bare skin a handful of times, the most recent being the ISO marking on Radia’s arm. He’s never seen it like this, red-violet lines spreading out along Tron’s neck from under the collar of his suit like the branches of a tree and curving around his jaw to continue climbing into drenched hair. He wonders if it’s the same under the black suit and goes hot at the thought.
“Do-” He licks his lip with a dry tongue, notices Tron’s too-bright eyes track it. “Do all Basics do that?”
“I don’t know. Never bothered finding out.”
Sam inches forward on his hands and knees and Tron pulls himself a few inches out of the pool.
“Why not?” He wonders why his voice dropped several decibels. Why he’s having trouble breathing.
He follows a drop of energy sliding down the side of the Tron’s face and thinks about licking it off. Thinks about closing the five years of distance between them for good. Thinks about getting rid of the loneliness that burned him up and left him empty and aching for too long. He reaches out and traces a glowing line with his index finger, feels Tron shudder and breathe harshly. Sam curls his fingertips around the edge as Tron leans up and whispers against the bow of his lips.
“Because I’m in love with a human and I’d rather have him see them.”
Sam leans in and kisses him, feels Tron curve a hand around the back of his head as he presses into an energy-soaked mouth. He feels the buzz almost immediately, a thrum under his skin as raw energy coats his tongue and works towards the back of his throat. Then all he can taste is Tron’s mouth, bittersweet like it should, and it’s all he wants right now.
It’s what he always wanted.
They pull apart reluctantly and Sam presses his forehead to Tron’s, breathing heavily. His heart’s going a mile a minute and his mind’s hopelessly fogged over with want and need and the raw energy’s erratic high.
“Five years,” he says. “Never stopped loving you.”
He feels Tron press a careful kiss to his lips, hears him whisper his name. Then the Basic pulls back, looks at him with darkened eyes and violet circuits, and gestures for him as he moves to the middle of the pool. Sam takes a deep breath and slides in after him.
15 [The Terrors] || 17 [The DataWraith]
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: 979
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: alskdjfla;jflaskjfsk;jfl;kjflksjfl;ajfl;asjkfl;askjfal;skdfjasl;kfj
That is all.
“Is there a reason why you’re advising against following them into the Canyon?”
Clu minimizes the tracer’s interface and turns to Prince Edward. “Canyons are dangerous. If we’re not careful we can lose ourselves in there for days, and we don’t have enough supplies to last us for that long. You also have the millennial birthday, and the war with Bostrum, to plan. In fact I suggest letting them go-”
“If they escape-” Prince Edward looks over his shoulders but the Black Guards standing around the perimeter of their camp don’t move. “I don’t want anyone challenging my claim to the throne.”
“He doesn’t seem very interested in it, Your Highness.”
“You can never tell.” Prince Edward adjusts his glasses as he turns his head to the Canyon. “I should’ve left him alone. Now that he knows-”
“Get some rest, Your Highness. The other side of the Canyon is a miles-long journey and you’ll need your wits to deal with them if they survive it.”
“What, you think those stories are true? Never thought you’d believe them, of all Basics.”
Clu smiles as he presses a circuit at the back of his collar and his helmet reforms around his head. “Every story has a grain of truth to it, don’t you think?”
He turns and walks to the perimeter of the camp. The nearby Black Guard doesn’t move an inch, doesn’t watch him bring up the tracer’s interface and study it. Satisfied, Clu turns it off and places his hands behind his back, waits for the sun to rise.
* * *
“Is it safe?”
Tron just gives him a look as he circles the pool, scanning the sheltered area. Sam shifts uneasily, gestures and clarifies, “It tried to boil our faces off just hours ago.”
“That was an energy spurt. It’s supposed to try to boil your face off.”
Sam scowls and leans over the edge to lightly tap the glowing surface with an index finger, watches the raw energy ripple. Refined energy he’s familiar with but something this unfiltered and pure makes him wary of its effects. Part of his mind wonders how much energy he’s standing on and how much it’ll cost to farm it all. He submerges his injured hand in it, feels the scrapes and bruises throb as the energy starts accelerating the healing process.
Tron moves to the other side and crouches down. Sam stares at the glow of white energy on Tron’s face as the Basic dips his hand into the pool, heart suddenly pounding and something twisting tightly in his chest. He feels like he’s fifteen again, confused and anxious over the magnetic pull to the unassuming farmhand he’d known all his life.
He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but raises an eyebrow instead when Tron slips into the pool, leaving a rippling trail. He doesn’t know why the first thing to come to mind is the drowning when he was fourteen, the eerie wrongness of the empty seat next to his in the classroom for the rest of the year. He leans over the edge when Tron doesn’t reappear, wondering if calling for him will do any good, and then yelps and falls back when the Basic suddenly surfaces just inches from his face. Sam quickly sits up, flushed with embarrassment, while Tron leans against the edge of the pool.
“Not cool,” he grumbles as he looks up and...forgets everything else.
Sam has seen circuits on bare skin a handful of times, the most recent being the ISO marking on Radia’s arm. He’s never seen it like this, red-violet lines spreading out along Tron’s neck from under the collar of his suit like the branches of a tree and curving around his jaw to continue climbing into drenched hair. He wonders if it’s the same under the black suit and goes hot at the thought.
“Do-” He licks his lip with a dry tongue, notices Tron’s too-bright eyes track it. “Do all Basics do that?”
“I don’t know. Never bothered finding out.”
Sam inches forward on his hands and knees and Tron pulls himself a few inches out of the pool.
“Why not?” He wonders why his voice dropped several decibels. Why he’s having trouble breathing.
He follows a drop of energy sliding down the side of the Tron’s face and thinks about licking it off. Thinks about closing the five years of distance between them for good. Thinks about getting rid of the loneliness that burned him up and left him empty and aching for too long. He reaches out and traces a glowing line with his index finger, feels Tron shudder and breathe harshly. Sam curls his fingertips around the edge as Tron leans up and whispers against the bow of his lips.
“Because I’m in love with a human and I’d rather have him see them.”
Sam leans in and kisses him, feels Tron curve a hand around the back of his head as he presses into an energy-soaked mouth. He feels the buzz almost immediately, a thrum under his skin as raw energy coats his tongue and works towards the back of his throat. Then all he can taste is Tron’s mouth, bittersweet like it should, and it’s all he wants right now.
It’s what he always wanted.
They pull apart reluctantly and Sam presses his forehead to Tron’s, breathing heavily. His heart’s going a mile a minute and his mind’s hopelessly fogged over with want and need and the raw energy’s erratic high.
“Five years,” he says. “Never stopped loving you.”
He feels Tron press a careful kiss to his lips, hears him whisper his name. Then the Basic pulls back, looks at him with darkened eyes and violet circuits, and gestures for him as he moves to the middle of the pool. Sam takes a deep breath and slides in after him.
15 [The Terrors] || 17 [The DataWraith]