1. Chapter 1 (1/2)
note: i don't own tron legacy. just a little something i had to get out of my system after watching the movie.
lost and found
"quorra, it's early."
"i know, sam flynn."
"sam. it's just sam."
she smiled. "i know, sam," she said, obviously humoring him. he couldn't help but grin back – he had smiled more in the last week than he had in his entire existence. he'd found and lost his father in the span of one night, but somehow that loss
ought some much needed light into his dark world. it was funny how life worked sometimes.
quorra was sitting with her legs crossed on the worn wood floor of his apartment, aka shipping container, aka his way of giving the finger to everything that his father's wealth stood for. the unexpected addition of quorra into his life made him think it was time to spring for a shipping container addition or maybe swallow his pride and move into something where the walls were a little less, well, corrugated. marv had no problem with the place, but dog standards tended to be a little more lenient than girl standards, even if this particular girl wasn't technically human.
she had the heavy rolling door wide open, flooding the small space with sunlight and disturbing his futile attempt at sleeping in. he had to admit, the view was beautiful - the sun glinting off the water, the way the rays filtered through the
idge, the faint traces of pink burning off as the sky became a vivid blue - it was just that it was a view he was not used to seeing so early in the morning and he wasn't sure he wanted to get used to it.
he yawned, stretching the kinks out of his back and neck, cursing himself for falling asleep on the couch yet again without first pulling it out into a bed. it was a bad habit, one that usually seemed like a good idea at the time but he always wound up regretting when he woke up with what felt like a hangover, and there was nothing worse than a hangover that you didn't properly earn.
at first, he was going to do the chivalrous thing and give quorra his bed, then he realized just what a piece of shit his sleeper sofa was. so he instead got her a state-of-the-art air mattress that turned out to be the most comfortable piece of furniture in the whole damn apartment. he'd caught marv curled up on it the other day, abandoning his doggy bed for comfier pastures.
of course, with her circuits or whatever being overloaded every five seconds with some new tidbit of information, quorra wasn't exactly getting the doctor recommended eight hours of sleep a night and the dog was getting more use out of the air mattress than she was. she wanted to know about everything and he was starting to feel like the worst person in the world that she could have been stuck with to show her this new and exciting world.
"you didn't get it right," she said, gazing out the door, the usual look on her face – a mix of awe and contentment.
"excuse me?"
"the sun," she said simply.
he raised an eye
ow. "oh, i didn't?"
"well, you did but there is so much more to it." she sighed and he knew she was taking in the sight in front of her, processing it.
"i'm not exactly a poet, quorra." sam laughed, running his hand through his sleep-mussed hair as he slowly made his way over to where she was sitting.
"i know that, sam flynn." she looked up at him, her
ow furrowing. "you are … what is your function again?"
he fidgeted with the memory card that hung around his neck and said quietly, "still working on that one." he sat on the floor next to her, his shoulder
ushing against hers. "anyway, about the sun …"
she nodded.
"sometimes there are no words, no easy way to explain something so …"
"beautiful." she said it like it was a
eath, an exhale, barely a word.
he nodded and she tilted her head at him, studying him, smiling. he grinned back, thinking about what it must be like to see the world through her eyes. he looked out at the view and saw the pain and loss and disappointment that lurked behind the pretty picture. quorra looked and saw beauty and promise and wonderment.