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meriamarie · 11 days ago

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More than a Program, Tron x Oc Fic

I wrote these about a year ago. Not Betaed, not proofed, written in my notes app over several nights while falling asleep. Might be ooc, don't care. Suggestive content and kissing but no NSFW (yet).

The story takes place after Tron (1982), partly during Tron: Uprising, and before Tron: Legacy

Idea is; while Kevin Flynn couldn't save his wife, he still believes he can do everything. If maybe, just maybe, he can save one person, then it will all be okay. Rose is the daughter of an old friend. A girl diagnosed with cancer who doesn't have long to live. Kevin comes up with the idea to port her memories and personality to his newest creation: The Grid. She's a bright girl and while she wouldn't be able to leave, she could help him build his world. Make it more than he could on his own. She finds herself attached to another outsider on Kevin Flynn's Grid.

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"Rose this is Clu and Tron. Clu, Tron, this is Rose." Kevin formally introduced the girl to the two programs. "Hello!" Rose said with a hand held out. "Hello," Clu's greeting was a little terse, an uneasy smile on his face as he looked between her bi-colored eyes. "Nice to meet you," Tron's greeting was the polar opposite, a warm smile and both hands used to hold hers. "Rose is going to help liven this place up some more. While I think we've done an excellent job so far, this place could use some outside thinking." Flynn clapped Rose on the shoulder, a smile sent her way. ***

"Flynn, don't you think- I don't know, Programs could be a little more... Human?" Rose asked one evening. Clu was out at the moment to oversee a new construction so it felt the perfect time to ask. "What do you mean, Rosie?" Flynn Looked up from his drafting desk for only a moment. She glanced at Tron for a second before standing up and beginning to speak. "Programs are competitive, sure, but there are so many programs that give up on things just because they don't fit whatever's popular. Hundreds of styles and personalities gone. Programs need passion. They need-" "Love?" Kevin smirked up at the girl, her face flushing a little red. "In short- yes." She replied quickly, "They need passion. Wants, hopes, dreams, Flynn. They should want to aspire to something other than just being better than someone else. You of all people know how much passion can influence advancements." Flynn leaned back in his chair, holding the girl in his gaze. This is what Rose did. This is why he brought her here. She was here for the not so obvious improvements. To make the programs more than. "Alright," Flynn smiled again, "I'll write something up. We'll test it on Tron." "No-!" "Flynn, I don't really think that's necessary-!" The protests from both programs had Flynn raising his eyebrows. True, he hadn't tested much on Tron before. However his code was more stable- more easily modified compared to the newer programs. "Something wrong with that? If anything happens we can always reload a backup." Flynn said. "I mean, if you think it'd be a good idea-" Rose back pedaled quickly. "I'd like a back-up made before that happens. Do you know how many cycles it's been since that's been updated?" Tron's agreement was expected. His sass as well. "I think I can do that. Well, Rose, would you mind? I can get that code modifier written up in the meantime," Flynn asked. The woman nodded, an unseen eye roll directed towards him. Tron followed the woman out. ***

"Don't worry, I'll make sure this goes quick, Tron." Rose said, detaching Tron's disc carefully. "I know you will, Rose." Tron said, smiling at her as she passed beside him. "I just wish he didn't use you as a guinnie pig. I know you have more important things to take care of than this." Rose looked away, her ears feeling hot. "Improving the lives of programs is important," Tron said, taking a seat nearby in Flynn's workshop. "Even if it's just giving them more emotions?" Rose asked like it was a silly question to even consider. "More emotions means more unique memories. Bad and good." One of Tron's hands went to his face, fingers touching his lips. Yori taught him that. "I just want programs to enjoy what they're doing, not just trying to be better than one another. Programs may have been created with a purpose in mind but that doesn't have to be the only reason for their existence," Rose spoke without looking at Tron, "Programs should be able to find joy in learning. Joy in living. Joy in one another," Rose trailed off. She'd placed Tron's disc in the modifier, her fingers tracing the edge of his disc. "Joy in one another, huh?" Tron asked. Rose jumped at the proximity. For as large as he was, Tron was extremely quiet. He stood directly behind her, a small, teasing smile on his face. "Having fun with one another. Enjoying one another's presence, like you and Flynn." Rose leaned against the wall beside the modifier, Tron still moving close. "I enjoy being with you as well, Rose. You see something in the Grid that I don't think Flynn does yet. When I'm with you, I almost feel like I can see it too." Tron leaned over her, an arm resting on the wall beside her. "Maybe, after today, you will," Rose's hand reached up, lightly touching Tron's face. A warmth spread there, something calming that made it feel like he could erase all his tasks and just exist. Exist for the sake of it. That was a new thought. Tron hadn't realized his eyes had closed until Rose removed her hand. "Are you alright?" Her voice was barely above a whisper as she asked. "Perfectly," Tron smiled again. "Woah," Flynn paused mid step into the room, "What are you two up to in here?" There was a wide grin on his face that made Rose squirm. "Talking about the Update. You're finished already?" Tron moved away to Flynn's side quickly. Flynn's eyebrow was still raised as he turned away. "Yeah man, all good to go." ***

Rose paced her room, heeled boots sounding with every step. Less than a millicycle until her show to help roll out the new Update. She was ready, of course. A full set list, a full band of programs already loaded with the update, lighting, stage, everything she needed. "Rose?" That, she didn't need right now. "Tron?" Rose froze on the other side of the room, eyes wide as she stared at the program she hadn't seen the last few cycles. "I'm here to escort you to the show," He said nonchalantly. Like he'd never left. "Tron, where have you been?" Rose walked up to him, heels carrying her to his side. She hadn't worn heels much in the past, it was strange being almost eye level with him. "Busy." He was being short on purpose. There was something he didn't want her to know. "Busy, yeah. Too busy to send a message? Too busy to..." Rose looked away with a sharp sigh, "Tron, I was worried about you. I... I missed you," Rose couldn't hide the hurt in her voice. She couldn't hide it on her face either, her eyes desperately searching his face. "I know," Tron reached up, a hand almost touching her shoulder. Both glanced to it before his hand dropped again, "You've some place to be. Let's get moving." With that he turned, walking away without a second look back. She'd need to talk to Flynn after this. This wasn't normal for Tron. At least, she didn't think it was. ***

Rain poured, her last track still playing for the crowd as she walked off stage. "You did a good job. It looks like the integration went smoothly." Hell of a greeting that was. Rose turned her head away from Tron as she passed by. She couldn't face him. Not with that song still playing. "Rose," Tron's hand held her arm, his eyes watching as Clu spoke animatedly to Flynn, "Follow me. Quickly!" "Wh-!" Rose wasn't even able to finish her question as Tron dragged her from backstage out to the back dock. He covered her mouth for a long moment until he seemed sure they weren't noticed. "Tron, what the fuck!?" Rose moved herself away from him. "Rose, please," Tron's voice was soft as he reached back out to her. She hesitated a moment before reaching her own hand out. She wanted answers. "Why did you le-!" She didn't get to finish her question. Tron pulled Rose into his arms, holding her tight to him. She couldn't speak even if she wanted to. "I missed you too, Rosie," Tron's voice spoke in her ear. Her ears felt hot as Tron's breath tickled them. "Are... Are you okay?" Rose held him back. He was warm. Probably for the first time ever. "Flynn knows we've been more... Familiar with one another lately. And with the update, well," Tron chuckled a little, pulling away from her. Rose's face would've flushed at his laugh had programs been able to do that. "Oh... Oh!" Realization dawned on her a little slower than usual, "Are you alright? Is this going to affect your job?" Now wasn't the time for those dirty little human thoughts. "Rose, I've never enjoyed my job more. This isn't just my programming anymore," Tron's hand held her face, "And you aren't just a friend to me anymore, you're more than that. I don't have the words yet, but I might have a way of showing you." So far, the last few nanoseconds were a bit of a blur. But Tron's lips, their feeling was like a fire burning. Passion. Love. Desire. Every emotion she was sure Tron couldn't put a label on, she felt. And she reciprocated, pouring out everything she'd yet to tell him. The rain was deafening, falling cold on burning skin. They could taste the rain in their kiss. The sheets of water did well to hide the programs from prying eyes, despite the way their circuits glowed brighter at the contact. It did an even better job at hiding the noises that came from the two. With a gasp, Rose was the first to pull away, "I feel you," She looked up, "I feel all of you, Tron." "And I, you." Tron responded, eyes closing to rest his forehead on hers. They stood there a while, a grin blooming on Rose's face. "We're getting soaked out here," Rose said. "We are," Tron responded, opening his eyes to see her smile. "Let's get back," Rose had to make herself step away, "I still have questions, but they can wait for now." "Mm, we'll have to pick up where we've left off when we get back," Tron had a smirk on his face as he took her hand and lead her back inside. Their attachment was quickly broken when they heard Flynn calling out for them. ***

"Flynn is writing a new security program to try and help in quelling the riots," Tron pressed a kiss to Rose's knuckles, a small smirk forming at how obviously it affected her. "Oh? You'll have some more free time then," Rose suggested none too subtly. Downtime was a resource that was quickly becoming scarse with tensions rising between the Basics and the ISOs. Having time alone with one another was almost non existent with Clu trotting around like a child. "I can hope. I might be busier for the first few cycles as they get accustomed to their new being," Tron sighed heavily, "I hope it's the former though. The Grid has gotten more unstable. Clu's blaming the Gridbugs on the ISOs now," his head fell back against the booth and his hand gripped hers tighter, "This isn't what Flynn wanted." "We'll get through this," even as a pit formed in her chest at those words, Rose squeezed Tron's hand. She smiled as he looked to her, "It's growing pains of the Grid. It'll take some time to get through it but when it's all over, we'll have plenty of time for ourselves." Fingers brushed the hidden circuits on Tron's wrist, a promise of more. "If you keep that up, I'll have to make time." ***

Several cycles passed from their first kiss. Since then, Tron and Rose would eventually end up in one of their apartments for an evening. Whether it was just relaxing with one another or getting up to more innocent exploration, it'd become a routine. It was a comfort with the ever changing Grid. The appearance of Isos was, as Flynn called it, a miracle. To Rose, it was like a renaissance. Programs that could be or do anything. They were a part of her in a way. Creativity on the Grid was starting to abound and stretch just as much as hate for the ISOs. Rose couldn't understand it. She was the one who'd pleaded with Tron to not hurt them. She was even the loudest voice against Clu. "Tron," Rose's hand held his wrist when he'd gotten up for the day, "Something's wrong." Users, Tron noticed, had a deeper connection to the Grid. She'd been right before. Before Dyson's injury and the riots. "It'll be alright," he'd knelt before her at their bedside, "Whatever happens, we'll be alright." "You always say that," Rose pressed a kiss to his forehead. "And I'm always right," He replied cheekily. "Just promise you'll come home," Rose held his face, dual eyes searching his. "I promise," his kiss did little to reassure the pit in her chest, but she trusted him. She trusted in Tron. ***

The day Clu revolted was the day Rose went into hiding. She hopped, city to city moving further and further from the place she'd called home the last hundred cycles. She watched the ISOs massacre. She cried and screamed as her home was ripped to shreds. As the reports of Tron's death went out across the Grid. Even quicker, Rose learned not to get close. Clu knew she was still alive. He was actively hunting her and Flynn. Programs would give her up just as soon as they recognized her. And if not, they'd be derezzed. Because of her. The closer she got to the outlands, to what could very well be freedom, the less and less people questioned her. She'd wear robes to hide her lightlines, modified her appearance to hide her eyes, recoded her hair- all to survive with no idea what else to do. Rose got used to it eventually, finding routine in running away. All her running eventually lead her to a small city named Argon.

*** "Look, it's Tron!" "That isn't Tron. Tron's dead." "We don't know that-" Argon City. One of the last cities Flynn built in the Grid's mountians. And the source of rumors that Tron was back. Any posted wanted signs were only of a masked program who wore Tron's emblem. Not exactly a lead but a lead nonethless. Rose walked the streets of Argon, remembering when she'd helped plan this city. She never got to see the finished product but she recognized many places. Namely the garage in the middle of the city. "I need my bike tuned up," Rose moved her baton out of the programs reach, "I'd like a rush on it, if possible. I'm alright talking to your boss about it." An older program that Rose didn't recognize approached the counter, "I heard you wanted a rush order put on a tune up?" "That's right. I'd like you to do it yourself, if you'd be so kind. She's... A very special bike. And with your cities current visitors, it'd be preferable to finish any maintenance quickly. I'd be more than happy to pay extra for the inconvenience." Rose handed over the baton to the old program, watching carefully as he materialized her bike. "Hmm, I see," he said with a sideways glance at her, "I haven't seen a bike like this in a very long time. While I don't have the time to work on your bike, I know who'll be able to handle it. Follow me." The program derezzed her bike before waving her along to follow him. Her heels clicked as she followed. This program didn't feel malicious. Then again, she'd been wrong in the past. "My name's Able by the way." She caught up to the program quickly. "Ram," Rose lied easily. That earned her a second glance. "Zed, Mara, have either of you seen Beck?" Able asked two younger programs. "Uh I thought I saw him earlier..?" "I'm here!" A third program waved with a smile on his face. "Good. We've just got in a rush order. I'm sure you're familiar with the second gens?" Able placed down the bike in one of the lifts, letting it materialize. The blue haired female program approached it, touching the curves gently. Like it'd break. "Wow, this is probably as rare as Able's 786! And the decal, like it was mode by Rose herself!" She gushed. "You own a 786?" Rose looked to Able, an eyebrow raised over her shades. "I'm a collector." He said flatly back. "Thank you for your time, Able. I'll be out of your hair as soon as my bike's done." Rose held her hand out, Able shaking it firmly. "You know there's a waiting area near the front of the garage, right?" Beck, the program working on her bike asked. "I'd like to stay here. As long as I'm not disturbing you too much." Rose sat on the floor, leaning back on her hands as she watched Beck get to work. "No," she felt his eyes looking her up, "Not at all." "I've heard your city has some kind of renegade," Rose said more so than asked. "A terrorist more like," the other male from earlier said. "Zed!" The female, Mara, Rose assumed, chided. "Have any of you met him?" Rose asked, trying to seem casual. The look she got from Beck sent alarm bells ringing. "I have, he's so cool!" Mara gushed. "Is he?" Rose asked, smiling as she turned to the younger program. It was nice to see love still ran rampant on the Grid. "I mean, he's Tron, why wouldn't he be cool?" Mara said. "We don't know that," Zed butt in, "He hasn't even shown his face so there's no way to know who the renegade is." "What do you think?" Rose asked Beck who shot her another look. "I don't know. Renegade or Tron, he's helping people. Fighting back." Rose's worries melted in an instant. "Good answer. I'm starting to like you, program," she gave him a small smile. "My name's Beck." He sent a small smile back to her. "Nice to meet you, Beck." Rose smiled, "I'm Ram." "I'm Mara and this is Zed." The blunette said. "So, Ram," Zed began as he turned back to work, "What brings you to Argon? It's not the Renegade, is it?" "I'm hoping to see someone I haven't seen in a long time," Rose said. ***

Rose spent the next few evenings past curfew patrolling Argon's streets, hoping to catch this Renegade. It was fairly easy to avoid Tesler's patrols- these troops weren't all up to snuff compared to the ones closer to Clu's Hq. "He's over there!" "Renegade spotted, after him!" Rose ran fast, coming to the side of an overpass. A lightcycle. A white clad figure. A team of five was chasing the figure trying to outrun them. Rose backed up, baton in hand, and she took a step. Then another. The world felt like it'd slowed down as realization sunk in. This might be Tron. She dove over the side of the bridge, lightcycle materializing. Tron might actually be alive. Rose's helmet was next, blacking out her visor so she wasn't recognized. Tron Lives. She landed just ahead of the leading figure, taking off to keep her lead and switching on her light trail. The white clad figure pulled up beside her and she finally got a decent look. They looked like Tron. She'd recognize those lightlines anywhere. Only one way to find out for sure. ***

"Thanks for the help back there," The figure- the Renegade said. "..." Rose didn't respond. Instead she began walking slowly, deliberately around the figure. The lightlines were there but whoever this is wasn't tall enough. That and his body wasn't as fit as Tron's was. At least, last Rose could recall anyway. He stood with a different confidence. This one was far jumpier and less self assured. "Okay..?" The Renegade turned to keep eyes on her as she walked behind him. "Face front," two of her fingers jabbed the back of his shoulder, "Who are you?" "I'm Tron." "No, you're not," Rose recognized the disc, or at least half of it. That was Tron's. "Where'd you get this?" Her nail caught at the separation between the discs. "I am and I don't know what you're talking about," The Renegade grabbed her wrist as she rounded his other side, "I think the better question is who are you? Why did you help me?" "If you were Tron," the helmet opened and she allowed her disguise to fade, "You'd know who I am." The Renegade was quiet. "I helped because even if you aren't Tron, you're doing what he would." "Thank you," The Renegade finally said. "You're welcome," Rose turned to face the city, "I won't be around much longer. I'm hunted just as you are. If you need anymore help, I'll find you." ***

"How'd it go?" Tron was still up when Beck finally got back. "Good. I had some help," Beck handed over his Disc, "She said you knew her." "Oh?" Tron said distractedly. Plenty of programs had known him before. "She also knew I wasn't you," Beck watched Tron upload his memories of the fight. "There will be programs who doubt against all odds. We just need to work harder and-" Tron's odd pause had Beck looking to his mentors face. The video was paused, Ram's face in full view. Tron raised a hand to the video, fingers lightly fading through the hologram. "Rose," Tron whispered, "She's alive," "Uh, Tron? Is everything alright?" "Find her," Tron's voice went back to it's normal commanding tone, "Find Rose and bring her back here quickly." "Rose? She said her name was-" Beck tried to say. "Rose is as wanted by Clu as I am. And for good reason. I'm not surprised she'd use an alias," Tron thought a moment. She wouldn't just go with some random program without proof. After all, she knew Beck wasn't him. "Take this with you if she hesitates. Tell her... Tell her an old friend is waiting." ***

"Back for me so soon?" Rose asked. She'd caught him lurking on the rooftops, moving methodically like he was patrolling. Or looking for something. "Yeah," the Renegade moved closer, "I've been looking for you." "What do you need from me?" Rose peered at the program through her shades. Something was different. "I need you to come with me." "Come with you? Why? Wanna run off into the sunset together?" Rose asked sarcastically. The Renegade hesitated for a moment before pulling something out of his thigh pocket. "An old friend is waiting," he held out a simple ring. Rose reached out tentatively. Her finger brushed the metal, an inscription lighting up. 'My Muse' "Tron," Rose whispered, glancing up at the program. This wasn't Tron but... He knew Tron. Or at least where Tron was. "Alright," She took the ring, sliding it onto her own finger for safe keeping, "Lead the way." ***

The hideout Tron was using was way off Grid. So far off that Rose started getting concerned. The mountain she'd spotted from the city opened at the base. "This way," the program spoke, their helmet folding away. "I knew you weren't Tron," Rose stepped onto the elevator platform, "I didn't think you'd be the mechanic though." "I didn't think I'd be Tron," Beck replied, sending a smile her way, "But someone convinced me otherwise." "Mm, he has a habit of that," Rose smirked, "Being big and impressive, inspirational." "If you don't mind, how do you know each other?" The brunette asked. Rose heaved a sigh, watching as the elevator reached the top. "That's a story for another time." The room was dark, a lone figure standing a ways off on a platform. Rose's heels clicked as she approached. Those lightlines were familiar. That silhouette too. "We're back." Beck announced like it wasn't obvious. "I know." That voice, that profile- Rose would recognize that nose anywhere. "Tron..?" Rose took the stairs slow and careful. This could still be a trap. It could be a dream. Or a nightmare. The figure hesitated before turning. It was him. It was Tron. "Rose," She could see the corners of his mouth twitch with a smile, "It's good to see you." The stairs were scaled at a speed Rose wouldn't have thought possible to achieve in heels. She all but threw herself at him, arms pulling him close. His body was solid. Real. This wasn't a dream and Tron was alive. "You're alive. You're here," Rose squeezed tighter when he hugged her back, "I missed you so much." "I missed you too, Rosie. More than you know," Tron laid his head on hers, allowing himself some small comfort in knowing she was here now. "Ahem!" Beck coughed loudly. Tron shot him a look over the female programs head. Beck threw his hands up in surrender, "Alright! I'll uh, I'll leave you two to it." He walked into the simulation room below the two, running one of the preset training programs. Tron's heavy sigh and further weight on her had Rose humming, "Your protoge?" "Yes. He has potential," Tron confirmed. Rose pulled away, her head tilting when she finally caught sight of his scars. "What's this? What happened?" Her fingers reached out to touch the damaged code. "Dyson," Tron rumbled. Rose's fingers pulled back, wide eyes going to Tron's face. He was there that day, wasn't he? He'd helped Clu and lead the coup of Tron's own forces. "Bastard," Rose hissed, palm pressing flat over the scar and pushing some of her energy into the wound. "Don't. It won't help," Tron's hand pulled her own away, "Not anymore." "Tron, how badly did Dyson hurt you? The fact it's still here after all this time," She tried to pull her hand back, to investigate. "Rose," Tron's voice was a warning, his hand tightening on her wrist the slightest bit, "I'm alright." "What? No, you're not! This," she looked pointedly at the scar along his neck, "Is not normal for programs! You may be Tron, but you're not invincible. I might be able to help, please-!" Tron did the only thing he could think of at that point. Rose's protests quieted against his lips, her body relaxing in his hold. The minute energy he pressed into the kiss made their lips tingle with the feeling. They had tried doing that once before. "I'm alright, Rosie. I promise," He whispered against her lips. "I don't believe you," Rose kissed him again, slowly, "But I'll leave it be for now. You're so... Persuasive." "If that's what you'll call it," Tron smirked. "I call it you, being a big, strong hero and me being weak for that kinda thing," she smiled up at him while lacing their fingers together. "You should take this back as well," Rose moved their hands, showing him the ring, "I want you to remember that you mean more than your programming." "I expected to get it back when you came home," that made her smile again. The ring was slipped on his own finger, Rose placing a kiss to the digit and watching him squirm under the affection. ***

"Sooooo..." Beck drew the word out, "How'd you and Rose meet?" "Flynn introduced us." Tron's answer was short as he continued his endurance training. "Ok. She's different from other Programs though. I can't quite put my finger on what it is," Beck said turning so he could see Tron's monitoring screen. Rose was on it fighting some of the blackguard in a separate simulation. "She wasn't always a Program," Tron said before his treadmill kicked up in intensity. "What do you mean?" Beck looked back to the older program. Tron shook his head. Not now. The younger rolled his eyes, looking back to Rose's simulation. Truth be told, Tron didn't want to tell Beck Rose's history. It wasn't his place to tell her story. And frankly the younger didn't need to be so interested in her. "Woah," Tron looked over at Becks noise. Rose was on screen taking on a hoard of Blackguard. She wasn't this combat savvy before. Between her and a staff, she made quick work of the enemy. In fact, most of the Blackguards we're hitting each other as she moved out of their way. She was light-footed and nimble but also had an awareness of her surroundings Beck felt jealous of. "She's impressive, isn't she?" Tron appeared beside Beck. He stared at the screen watching as Rose took a breather. "Very," the younger program agreed, "She could teach me a thing or two-" "Not happening." Tron was not having Beck fight Rose. He wasn't going to let him anywhere near close if he had his way. "I don't see why not. You saw how she took out those soldiers. I think I could use some moves like that," Beck insisted. "Rose doesn't fight because she wants to. She doesn't like hurting programs. Her method allows her to escape from fights. Your's, Beck," Tron made sure the program was looking at him, "Ends them." "Yeah yeah," Beck rolled his eyes, "So what's the next mission?"

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