Disclaimer: I don't own Tron. Disney do. Though given a certain scene you have to wonder about that too. Seriously, not mine.
Category: AU, gen
Spoilers: Tron: Legacy. There's also reference to the ending of the original Tron (1982)
Summary: The thoughts of Kevin Flynn through his part of the story, and towards another ending that could have been. Don't want to say much in case I spoil anybody who hasn't seen the movie yet.
For years Kevin had sat, had waited and dreamt in patience trying to gain a sort of Zen air about himself and knowing he had little choice on the matter. He did what he could for Quorra and lived in hope that the time would come when enough programs would rise up and fix his greatest error, his dark legacy on this world. He worried, he tried not to but with the cycles upon cycles that went past it was hard not to. What had happened to Tron? Murdered, derezzed, seemed more likely than not. The program had been just as much his friend as Alan had, meant just as much to him as family to him and the memories of that day never lost their bitter tang. Look at him, poetical as well as patient.
Out there, back in the outside world his son still lived and Kevin knew, in his gut, that the chances of ever seeing him were less than the chances of seeing Tron. He could only hope that Sam had a good life and took care of his company, took care of himself. Odds are, he was safer there anyway.
So he sat, and he waited in liquid energy falling upwards and staring at the outlands of the grid before him. And hoped.
And one day, a familiar light appeared in the sky.
His son... his son was here, in this world and just as headstrong as he had been at that age. Still was, if he was honest with himself. Man, as confused as he'd been when he'd first arrived cycles and years ago he'd been determined as hell to do what he wanted. Apple didn't fall too far from the tree it'd seem.
Sam would need help, as he had, even if Tron was derezzed. Well, he still had his old man.
It was time.
Tron was alive.
Tron was chasing him. Hunting him like a virus, hunting his
Every part of Kevin screamed that this was wrong. But for
He had to fight the best warrior either Grid had ever seen.
His disc, gone. His... Shit. Sometimes, remaining Zen was a
He should be celebrating, wanted to, but couldn't. The program didn't seem himself and he had Quorra. A part of him hoped he was only pretending, that his old friend would help his apprentice but he knew better.
He knew himself, so he knew Clu. No way was Tron actually Tron anymore, and it was like death all over again.
He could mourn later, right now... right now was another fight to 'save' the world. Work to do. Chaos to spread.
Shit, man, something had happened. Tron had woken up, it
Getting out of the light jet was like a breath of fresh air, a moment of peace. Didn't last long though, why would it with the way things were going lately? From above them came the sound of another light jet, a smaller one, and then a familiar figure fell down and into a crouch. The program paused. Then lifted his head.
“Is that Rinzler?” Sam asked from behind, confused. Though who could blame him, considering.
“No,” and Kevin couldn't help but smile. Because there, in front of him and in blue, was Tron. “It's Tron. He's back.”
A face that hadn't been seen in countless cycles smiled back at him, his easy 'look what I did that you couldn't do' smile but tinged with something else. Worry, apprehension. But man, it was good to see that guy again.
“But I though, what's going on.....?”
“It is what Flynn, what your father calls a 'long story'.” Tron replied in that gruff voice of his. “But that is not important now. Clu survived, I tried to stop him but we both had back up light jets. Probability is he is waiting for you, up there.”
“I know. Seemed likely. Can't get around it though.”
“No. I can help, I know last time I couldn't but.... if we could work together. If you could stall, distract whilst....”
“Like the MCP.”
“Man, I missed you,” Kevin replied even as Tron was reaching for his disk. Quorra and his son tensed behind him but he only smiled and reached for it. A little extra programming, turbo charge the thing. Make it work.
Even his dreams hadn't dared let him hope for this.
“Okay, here's the plan. Quorra, Sam, you both stay behind me and we'll deal with this.”
“But dad, you need all the help you can get.”
“I need you to stay safe, both of you. We've done this before, and know the dance.”
With nods from his son and his apprentice, and a shared look with the security program, the group started the slow walk up the steps to meet his creation. Fear was there but it was in the back and Kevin couldn't help but think that maybe the Zen thing did help sometimes because above that was a sense of purpose and sureness, stability.
He could only hope that his gut was right, and that together they'd pull this off.