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(Anonymous) on January 6th, 2011 09:41 pm (UTC)
Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - Tron sandwisch w/ DP?
Just a variant on the "Sam comes to the grid and, bitter at his father for abandoning him, joins Clu's red-glowy-evil side of the force". Sam joins Clu. Tron somehow still finds his way back from his fucked-up Rinzler code. But between Clu and Sam and the things they're capable of together, there's still no way in hell he's getting away.

I want to see Sam and Clu fucking Tron together, anon. I want it noncon or dubcon ideally, but I'll happily take it any way I can get it. *puppy eyes*
(Anonymous) on September 2nd, 2011 08:53 am (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part ONE
“My name is Sam Flynn.”

Silence. The crowd fell silent in an instant. He looked around – the spectators were too far away from him to see their expressions. No other command followed from the dark, orange lit ship above. The only person he could read was the black suited warrior he had encountered in the arena just a few minutes before and who stood beside him now; but the black helmet was opaque from the outside. Yet there was tension: the grab on Sam’s forearm grew stronger, when he introduced himself and it became weak right after. Now Sam felt the hand on his arm trembling. He looked at the dark suited combatant again and saw that he was shaking visibly.

The theme of the arena changed again and the platform elevated. A door opened ahead and two sentries appeared. They were similar to the ones that had captured Sam at the Arcade; red circuits flickered on the black suits and both of them carried a staff. The crowd became to stir, excited chatter started. As they got closer, one of the sentries picked up Sam’s identity disc from the floor. Suddenly the gloved hand on his arm was gone. The boy looked there and saw the helmeted combatant turning away from him, shaking his head – denying what? The sentries grabbed Sam’s arms and he cried out from the fresh pain as the wound on his arm got clenched.
“Let me go!” he yelled. “You freaks!”
His disc snapped in its place and they started toward the door on the translucent wall.

Sam did not stop the yelling during the short ride in the elevator; doing that did not help his situation, yet he could not stop as he was relieved by getting away from the arena. Just get some answers and get the hell out of here. The walls of the elevator were transparent from the inside and he could see the whole field as they were lifted to the ship. There was a soft thud behind them and the sentries looked at each other. Sam turned his head as much as he could. His previous opponent was on his knees now in the corner, his hands grabbing his own helmet. The boy did not understand – he had never had the slightest chance to hurt him during their fight, he, Sam was the one who had gotten defeated and wounded; and yet it was his opponent who was crawling on the floor, apparently in pain.
“Hey” told Sam. “Your friend is having problems. Don’t you want to check him out?”
When they move, run. Will the door open if I tap on it? But the sentries did not let him go, they did not move, just stood next to him, staring ahead.

The doors parted and they stepped out to a large hall and crossed the room. There was another door at the other end of the hall and it opened up before them. The sentries dragged Sam inside. There were people; some of them were working behind large, oversized terminals, others were standing. The wall ahead was one big piece of glass or whatever loony-world-material; the huge window overlooked the digital field behind. Sam was shocked: the ship had left the arena and now was circling above the city – he did not remember feeling any kind of stir of movement. That’s about running. For now.

(Anonymous) on September 2nd, 2011 08:54 am (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part TWO
“Let me go!” exclaimed Sam. This time the sentries obeyed and withdrew, leaving him alone in the middle of the room. “Freaks!”
A tall, dark figure was standing in front of the observation window. He wore a helmet and a black robe, his suit was lit by orange circuits. He turned away from the breathtaking view and looked at the newcomers.
“Where am I?” asked Sam. “Am I on the Grid?”
The tall figure walked closer to him, he did not reply.
“Who are you?” asked the boy. The helmet that covered the man’s face retracted suddenly and revealed a face. Sam gasped. Dad. Kevin Flynn. The way he last saw him, twenty years ago. Impossible.
“Dad” he whispered. The man smiled.
“I am not your father, Sam” he said. The boy felt a large, sudden shift. Sadness, relief at the same time. He knew now who he was facing.
“Clu” he said.

The tall figure did not reply and Sam realized that he was not looking at him. He followed his glance and turned around. The black warrior from the arena, who followed them to the observation room, was stalking around now. His motions were shaky and uncoordinated; he seemed to be drugged. He shook his head, whined softly.
“Rinzler” said Clu and there was a sharp edge in his voice, warning. The black suited combatant turned and looked at him; but Sam was standing right between them and despite of the opaque helmet the boy felt as their eyes locked together. One more hard shudder ran through the warrior’s body and he fell to the floor with a soft thud. The red circuits on his suit flickered for one last time and then all went out. A second later the lights came back, this time with the color of light blue. Rinzler did not move; he seemed to be unconscious.

Sam did not understand the scene. He looked at the people in the room: they looked terrified, except for Clu. For a moment Clu did not move and then he slowly walked to the lying figure. He stopped next to him, bent down and took Rinzler’s discs from their port with a quick motion. There was a grim expression on his face when he unbent. Sadness? Regret? What’s going on here? Then it was gone. Clu gestured toward the sentries who jumped immediately. They picked up the warrior’s body from the floor and took him out of the observation chamber. Clu walked back to the window and stared out, with the discs in his hand. Finally he turned back to Sam. He smiled, even though this smile was different from the one he had first greeted Sam with.

“I am not your father, Sam” he said. “But I’m very happy to see you.”
(Anonymous) on September 3rd, 2011 07:16 am (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu
Soon I am going to post the next parts of the fill. Also I have to repost the first two, because the formatting did not come throught. I apologize for that.
(Anonymous) on September 3rd, 2011 07:36 am (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part ONE
I.

“My name is Sam Flynn.”
Silence. The crowd fell silent in an instant. He looked around – the spectators were too far away from him to see their expressions. No other command followed from the dark, orange lit ship above. The only person he could read was the black suited warrior he had encountered in the arena just a few minutes before and who stood beside him now; but the black helmet was opaque from the outside. Yet there was tension: the grab on Sam’s forearm grew stronger, when he introduced himself and it became weak right after. Now Sam felt the hand on his arm trembling. He looked at the dark suited combatant again and saw that he was shaking visibly.

The theme of the arena changed again and the platform elevated. A door opened ahead and two sentries appeared. They were similar to the ones that had captured Sam at the Arcade; red circuits flickered on the black suits and both of them carried a staff. The crowd became to stir, excited chatter started. As they got closer, one of the sentries picked up Sam’s identity disc from the floor. Suddenly the gloved hand on his arm was gone. The boy looked there and saw the helmeted combatant turning away from him, shaking his head – denying what? The sentries grabbed Sam’s arms and he cried out from the fresh pain as the wound on his arm got clenched.
“Let me go!” he yelled. “You freaks!”
His disc snapped in its place and they started toward the door on the translucent wall.

Sam did not stop the yelling during the short ride in the elevator; doing that did not help his situation, yet he could not stop as he was relieved by getting away from the arena. Just get some answers and get the hell out of here. The walls of the elevator were transparent from the inside and he could see the whole field as they were lifted to the ship. There was a soft thud behind them and the sentries looked at each other. Sam turned his head as much as he could. His previous opponent was on his knees now in the corner, his hands grabbing his own helmet. The boy did not understand – he had never had the slightest chance to hurt him during their fight, he, Sam was the one who had gotten defeated and wounded; and yet it was his opponent who was crawling on the floor, apparently in pain.
“Hey” told Sam. “Your friend is having problems. Don’t you want to check him out?”
When they move, run. Will the door open if I tap on it? But the sentries did not let him go, they did not move, just stood next to him, staring ahead.

The doors parted and they stepped out to a large hall and crossed the room. There was another door at the other end of the hall and it opened up before them. The sentries dragged Sam inside. There were people; some of them were working behind large, oversized terminals, others were standing. The wall ahead was one big piece of glass or whatever loony-world-material; the huge window overlooked the digital field behind. Sam was shocked: the ship had left the arena and now was circling above the city – he did not remember feeling any kind of stir of movement. That’s about running. For now.
(Anonymous) on September 3rd, 2011 05:38 pm (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part TWO
“Let me go!” exclaimed Sam. This time the sentries obeyed and withdrew, leaving him alone in the middle of the room. “Freaks!”
A tall, dark figure was standing in front of the observation window. He wore a helmet and a black robe, his suit was lit by orange circuits. He turned away from the breathtaking view and looked at the newcomers.

“Where am I?” asked Sam. “Am I on the Grid?”

The tall figure walked closer to him, he did not reply.


“Who are you?” asked the boy. The helmet that covered the man’s face retracted suddenly and revealed a face. Sam gasped. Dad. Kevin Flynn. The way he last saw him, twenty years ago. Impossible.

“Dad” he whispered. The man smiled.

“I am not your father, Sam” he said. The boy felt a large, sudden shift. Sadness, relief at the same time. He knew now who he was facing.

“Clu” he said.

The tall figure did not reply and Sam realized that he was not looking at him. He followed his glance and turned around. The black warrior from the arena, who followed them to the observation room, was stalking around now. His motions were shaky and uncoordinated; he seemed to be drugged. He shook his head, whined softly.
“Rinzler” said Clu and there was a sharp edge in his voice, warning. The black suited combatant turned and looked at him; but Sam was standing right between them and despite of the opaque helmet the boy felt as their eyes locked together. One more hard shudder ran through the warrior’s body and he fell to the floor with a soft thud. The red circuits on his suit flickered for one last time and then all went out. A second later the lights came back, this time with the color of light blue. Rinzler did not move; he seemed to be unconscious.

Sam did not understand the scene. He looked at the people in the room: they looked terrified, except for Clu. For a moment Clu did not move and then he slowly walked to the lying figure. He stopped next to him, bent down and took Rinzler’s discs from their port with a quick motion. There was a grim expression on his face when he unbent. Sadness? Regret? What’s going on here? Then it was gone. Clu gestured toward the sentries who jumped immediately. They picked up the warrior’s body from the floor and took him out of the observation chamber. Clu walked back to the window and stared out, with the discs in his hand. Finally he turned back to Sam. He smiled, even though this smile was different from the one he had first greeted Sam with.

“I am not your father, Sam” he said. “But I’m very happy to see you.”


(Anonymous) on September 3rd, 2011 08:10 pm (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part THREE
II.

“The Grid.”

They were watching the city from the window of the observation chamber. Light radiated from the buildings: from the arenas, the clubs and communication towers. Hundreds of vehicles were passing on the streets, that looked like futuristic motorcycles and cars. Sam curtly nodded. He was on the Grid and everybody he had met here were programs, regardless of their similarity to real people. He turned. Clu – his father’s young self. No, not him. A digital copy of his father’s young self.

There seemed to be some kind of hesitation on the program’s side at the beginning of their conversation; as he could not decide how to treat Sam. Then it picked up. The other programs behind them were working behind their terminals and the sentries that had brought out Rinzler, did not return.

“It’s incredible” said Sam. A proud smile appeared on the program’s face. “What happened then? What went wrong?”

“ISOs” replied Clu. “Isomorphic Algorithms appeared on the Grid.”

“The miracle” said Sam.

“Miracle” repeated Clu with a bitter smile. “That’s how Flynn called them.”

“Did he create them?”

“No. They emerged from the Sea of Simulation. They weren’t exactly from anywhere.”

“And my father considered them as a miracle.”

“He was enthralled by them. A whole new life form, he said, that had the right to exist on the Grid, next to the programs he created. Profoundly naïve, unimaginably wise – those were his words about them.”

“Was he wrong about them?”

“Oh, they were surely wise. They knew exactly how to take advantage of the resources of the Grid, of Flynn’s amazement. Naivety? They were the most ignorant creatures that have appeared on the Grid. The ISOs never cared about the consequences of their appearance in the system. They were not created by Flynn and their presence caused uncertainty. They attracted gridbugs that began to tear off the structure of the Grid. Even Flynn admitted that their number were unpredictable as they just kept on emerging from the sea. The system has always had limited capacity and the endless flow of the ISOs began to overload it. They were indifferent to the problems, never played a part in our efforts to solve them. Flynn didn’t blame them. He said that there was no proof of the ISOs causing the problems, that it could be only a coincidence. When the sea got poisoned, the only concern of the ISOs was the future of their own kind. As like the system had not been overpopulated by them. As like the poisoning had not been devastating for the Grid anyway.”

“Did the bugs cause the poisoning?” asked Sam.

“No. I did it” said Clu with a bitter smile. “I’m not proud of it. But there was no other way to stop the ISOs flowing into the system. And even though they are wiped off the face of the Grid now, the sea is still polluted. I couldn’t find any other code to stop them manifesting and emerging from the sea.”

“And you deleted the ones who had made it to the Grid.” No question this time.
(Anonymous) on September 4th, 2011 09:18 am (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part FOUR
“Yes. I was left alone with the decision.”

“How is that? Wasn’t my father around here most of the time?”

“He was not. Flynn gave us instructions, told us his expectations and then left for the real world, as he called it. He put me in charge to create the perfect system without providing me with the resources in order to do that. Without cleaning up the ISOs out of the way or allowing me to do that. He set me up to fail.”

“That is somehow familiar” replied Sam. Clu looked at him questioningly, but the boy did not offer any explanation. Sam felt anger darkening his mind. Had the program been lying; it would have been so much easier. But he was telling the truth, without trying to misrepresent his actions, without offering some fake remorse. The system administrator program was cruel and ruthless – not a liar. “What did you do to him?”

“Let’s say, I took over” said Clu with a smirk. Sam stared at him. He had gotten used to the idea of being in a computer. To the idea of talking to a program that looked like his father. To the impression of finding said program quite convincing. Yet he was ready to reach for his disc now.

“He ran away” said the program. His voice was cold, despising. He turned to the window and pointed out at a large beam of light that seemed to be floating in the distance. “He was on the way to the portal. That’s the way out of the Grid. It uses massive power and it can’t stay open forever. It can be opened only from the outside. This is one thing you need to keep in mind too.”

Was that a threat?

“How much time I have left to get there?” he asked.

“Plenty, for now.”

“That’s what happened to my father? He didn’t make it?” asked Sam. He learnt about the coup. He slowly nodded when Clu finished talking.

“So he ran” said Sam. “And still he didn’t make it there on time.”

Clu did not reply. He was staring out of the window with his arms folded behind his back. His face was impassive.

“Do you understand, why it was necessary?” he asked after a while. Sam looked at him. Suddenly he realized that this is what the program had been waiting: to be justified. To get the confirmation that he had acted according to his programming and had handled the problem the best way possible. Sam wondered if his father had ever realized that.

“You let him know about the issue, about the troubles with the ISOs. He didn’t solve them and didn’t let you to do it, even though it was contrary to your programming” said Sam. “He told you to accept the ISOs, even though they were a risk to the system. He accepted imperfection, thus got corrupted, seeing it from your point of view. Without the coup the system would have collapsed, sooner or later. You have acted according to your programming. I don’t blame you for that.”

Clu looked at him in astonishment, his circuits made a fiery flicker. There was another sparkle and Sam looked down. The circuits on his own suit, that had been pure white, turned light neon green now. Sam did not feel any change and did not understand the swift. Clu seemed to be surprised as well.

“So” said Sam. “He ran away. Where is he now?”

“He is hiding somewhere in the Outlands.”

“The Outlands?”

“That’s how the territory beyond the Grid is called. It is an uninhabited area, dark land with rough terrain. You would call it a desert. A program would not survive there, but he, as a User could create anything.”

“So why didn’t he create an army of programs to fight?” asked Sam.

“He fought, but… Way under his capabilities. The programs he sent against the sentries and the Black Guard… They had no chance. As if they were sent to fail. He didn’t do anything when Arjia City got demolished. As if he just…”

“Didn’t even care” finished the line Sam. Clu shrugged.

“But he is still alive” said Sam. “He sent a page yesterday.”

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(Anonymous) on September 4th, 2011 06:44 pm (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part FOUR
Thank you so much, I am very happy you like it.
(Anonymous) on September 4th, 2011 08:08 pm (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part FIVE
“I sent that page” replied Clu. He chuckled and gave the boy an apologetic look. “And what was yesterday for you, that was several microcycles ago on the Grid. But yes, he is alive. His presence is embedded in the coding of the system. The Grid would survive his death, but there would be a noticeable shift. He is alive somewhere out there.”

“Since twenty years” said Sam. “He is sitting there and has done nothing? For getting out of here? For the programs that had been loyal to him?”

There was another flicker. Furious already, Sam looked down. The circuits on his suit were dark green now.

“Why is this happening?” he asked. Clu stepped closer to him and touched the circuit on Sam’s chest curiously.

“This is what happening to appropriated programs” he said.

“I am not a program” retorted Sam. “And I did not get appropriated.”

The system administrator pulled back his hand, he did not reply.

“What are we going to do now?” asked Sam. “Why did you send that page?”

“I wanted a User to get in here, obviously.”

What for? But Sam did not utter the words. He knew it anyway. To change the game. To get a User here and convince him to take Flynn’s place as a creator. To capture a User and use him as a bait to allure Flynn out of his hideout. Even with the system administrator’s logical capabilities, there had been no way for Clu to know who would come and what would be his reaction.

“The next step is up to you” said Clu. Sam nodded.

“I want to see the Grid” he said.

(Anonymous) on September 5th, 2011 11:10 pm (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part SIX
III.


His guide during the trip was the most annoying creature he had ever met. The program’s name was Jarvis; he knew the system for sure, but he just could not stop talking. Not just when he was answering to Sam’s questions – and there were plenty of questions -, but all the time.

The Recognizer made its way above the city slowly. Sam was listening to the history of the buildings and watched the view. Soon he discovered how to tap the coding of the system and access the information of the sectors. After that he did not need the explanation anymore, yet he let his guide talk.

It was the work and accomplishment of centuries that he found. It was order and logic. The system used power in a most efficient way and it did not produce byproduct or waste. It had limits and it was about to reach those limits. As time had passed the system evolved and had reached a higher complexity. Sam kept on updating the codes and compress information. The system administrator had not done that before – because back in Kevin Flynn’s days the procedure had not existed nor it had been needed – Clu did not know how to do that, because Flynn had not known it when he had created his digital clone.

Later the Recognizer landed and Sam met the locals. They were not like human beings; these creatures all had specific purpose. Most of them seemed to be marveled by the encounter. Sam tried to find out if the programs were satisfied, happy or oppressed: but quickly he realized that he and they had very different conception of happiness. There was no famine on the Grid, there were no natural disasters, disease or criminals on the streets. Sam could not help but kept on pondering about his world, about the melting icecaps, the wars, the emerging chaos. The citizens of the Grid were annoyed by the security clearances and by the rude Guards; yet the whole picture put Sam’s real world in shame.

He asked Jarvis to bring him to the most popular social spot and they stopped by a club called End Of Line. The slimy owner of the club, an extravagant looking program called Castor came to lead them around. He was not happy to see the guests leaving soon after; but Sam’s intention was not to spend time at the club, but to let the word of his arrival spread. The light beam of the portal was visible from the whole Grid, but Sam wanted the programs to see him and to hear as he asked his guide to bring the Recognizer to the shore of the Sea of Simulation.

There he began to work. He found the code of the poisoning that kept the sea dirty and dangerous. The code was a block in the complex sea to prevent any life to emerge. It took time for Sam to find the programming that would be able to have the same effect after the removal of the infection. Once he was ready with his own code, he placed it in the sea. Then he took out a few drops of the digital water and cleaned it. The cleaning was contagious; once the tiny amount of pure water would return to the sea, the whole sea would clean up itself.

“Sire” said Jarvis as he walked toward Sam. “My Master ordered me to remind you that the… special coding in the Sea of Simulation has a… certain purpose.”

Sam smiled.

“Don’t worry about that” he replied. He let the clean drops of water fall into the sea. The impact was immediate: first the shore started to change. The black water turned pure light blue and the darkness that floated above the water, now disappeared. It was visible as the sea cleaned itself, further and further toward the open portal.

“There was no need of the poisoning anymore” explained Sam to Jarvis who was standing next to him with jaw dropped. “There is another code now that prevents any unwanted life forms to manifest.”





(Anonymous) on September 6th, 2011 03:10 am (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part SEVEN
He walked away from his company and sat down. There was a bigger crowd of programs close to them. They started to gather after the Recognizer landed on the shore, the curious programs came to see the Creator’s Son in work. By now the word should spread from the End Of Line too. Sam waited. There was no way for his father not to be informed about his arrival to the Grid. Soon, when the programs would realize what was happening with the sea, they would come down to the shore in a rush. In the blissful mess Sam and his father could very easily take over the Recognizer and make their way to the portal before anyone could get after them.

He waited. The celebration began. More and more programs arrived from the city. How curious, Sam thought, that Clu did not change the name of the city after the takeover; and how curious that the system administrator never once mentioned Tron during their lengthy conversation.

Sam waited and remembered. Christmas. Twenty Christmases. With his Grandparents, with the Bradleys and then alone. Getting to the school in the morning and going home in the afternoon, to an empty house, to a lunch that had been prepared and left there by an employee. It did not matter what kind of grades he got, because he could not present them to his father. His Grandparents died without knowing what happened to their son. Kevin Flynn left them – for what? For his ISOs? Sam saw their code in the sea, saw that they would flow into the system uncontrollably without the block, regardless of the capacity of the Grid. A digital frontier to reshape the human condition? Instead of bettering the real world with his inventions, Flynn would have pushed the Grid into the same misery that the real world lived in – overpopulation, starvation and depleting of the resources.

He was not there for Sam and he was not there for his digital creations. He did not come now; probably he was sitting in his hideout, letting time to pass, living just for – staying alive.

Sam leaned his forehead against his knees. Bitterness burned him from the inside. He wanted his father to know that he, Flynn was wrong, that he was wrong about everything. But there was no way to tell him, to call him to account for his actions. Yet, somebody had to pay the price for Sam’s loss.

He slept. The recharge cycle was short, but satisfying. He woke up when the first firework popped above his head. The real celebration was just about to begin. He stood up and looked around, surprised of the number of programs that gathered on the shore.

Then he noticed the change. All the circuits on his suit were glowing red now. It was not the same color that Jarvis and the guards wore, but a fiery crimson with pulsating silver currents. Jarvis, who was walking to him, stopped abruptly.

“Sire” he mumbled. He seemed to be surprised and pleased.

“Impressive” murmured the boy. “I’m ready to return to the city.”
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Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part SEVEN - (Anonymous) on September 6th, 2011 05:34 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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(Anonymous) on September 8th, 2011 06:11 am (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part NINE WARNING NC-17
“All right” replied Sam, grinning. “Then I guess I am ready to leave now.”

The smile froze on Clu’s face for a moment. That’s it. The decision. The risk. The risk of Sam leaving the Grid and shutting down the system to save his father. The risk of Sam getting trapped in the system and thus losing all the resources and advances that he could provide from the other side of the computer.

“Fine” said Clu. He turned and began to walk out of the observation room. Sam followed him. The guards at the door did not stir when they walked through between them nor did the other two in the large hall after that. Another door opened up ahead and they walked in. One more door after a short corridor. Private quarter. There were no guards here. The room inside was dark, without any windows, illuminated by orange panels on the walls. A black counter stood close to the door with a crystal jug and chalices. Sam watched them. Those were the first entirely human articles he had seen on the Grid so far, here, in the private room of the system’s leader, who had liberated his fellow programs under a User’s suppression. Beside the counter the only furniture of the room was a large bed. A Siren lay splayed on the top of the black cover. Oh. Sam turned away, wondering. Then he saw Clu’s expectant look and turned back to the bed.

“Oh” he said. It was not a Siren, it was Tron. He lay there with eyes closed, his circuits flickered dimly with their light blue blaze against his new suit. His armor, the helmet and his gloves were gone. The color of his suit had been changed from black to the Sirens’ white-silver. Not a combatant anymore. The circuits had not changed; their placement was the same that Sam had seen in the Arena. Sam looked at his face. Tron bore a slight resemblance to Alan Bradley, his original programmer, but the similarity was far less from what Sam had expected upon his father’s stories. Well, almost thirty years now. Since then the program had been formatted into the new Grid and had gone through countless updates; and had gotten adjusted according to his programmers’ taste. Tron was shorter than Alan and athletic build, his straight, brown hair was darker, than what his User had ever had. So this is where the whole story gets a meaning.

Sam looked up. Clu was standing on the other side of the bed and was watching Sam’s face with narrowed eyes. Yes, the boy thought. The system administrator could had have Tron taken to the observation room, instead he had led Sam here, so he would see the former security program in his own bed. Sam turned back to Tron. Property. Something, that always belonged to the ruler, this way or another. The MCP. Kevin Flynn. Clu.

“Wake him up” said Sam. “Please.”

There was something disturbing in the glance that Clu gave him, before the program turned away. Dark victory, it was. Sam did not like it. It was his decision, not Clu’s triumph. Then another unsettling idea came to his mind: what if it was his decision and Clu’s victory at the same time? It doesn’t matter.

When Clu came back there was a switched off disc in his hand. One disc. He turned it on and the disc began to glow in a white-blue light. Clu leaned forward and turned Tron on his side. Tron’s circuits gained strength after his disc clicked in its place. Clu walked to the counter and poured some drink into a chalice. Sam was standing at the bed and he was watching the wakening program. Tron was still motionless and his eyes closed, but the light of his circuits was much more distinct now. That light blue was the only diversity in the room, that was dominated by the blaze of the orange panels and the glow of Sam’s red and Clu’s orange circuits.

Clu returned. One of his gloved hands slipped under Tron’s head and he brought the glass to the program’s lips with the other. A few seconds later Clu pulled back. Tron was lying with his head turned toward him; he was blinking, whimpering sadly. Slowly he turned his face away and looked at Sam.
(Anonymous) on September 8th, 2011 06:13 am (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part TEN WARNING NC-17
At first none of them said anything. Tron’s circuits made a wild flicker and he began to stir. Sam was standing there in astonishment; for that his anger flared up again. He stepped closer to the bed. Tron was trying to sit up.

“Sam Flynn” he rumbled happily. “User.”

Sam did not reply. This time the helmet did not distort Tron’s words. Hell, even his voice is designed to… The program was still struggling to get up, making those happy sounds. He was more or less in command of his arms, but his legs barely moved. Sam disintegrated his own partial gloves, reached there and touched Tron’s face. He felt the damaged coding and the low energy level. What he did not expect was the heat radiating from the skin of unearthly texture. Tron looked up. His eyes were full of hope and adoration.

“User” he said. Sam reached for the program’s disc and took it away suddenly. Tron quivered. During the short time he had spent on the Grid, Sam had learnt that taking away a program’s disc without asking for it was impolite. Grabbing a warrior’s disc was an offense. The boy took a step back and flipped the disc. He opened the memory files and started to browse. He found quickly what he was looking for.

“I thought so” he said as he turned back. Tron was staring at him with the same devotion and excitement. Clu was standing behind with arms folded, a sly smile on his face. Sam knew that he was amused by his, Sam’s grudge and that made him even more spiteful. He reached out and put his hand on the back of Tron’s head. His fingers tightened into a fist and Sam slowly pulled the program’s head backwards. Tron stopped rumbling.

“He messed it up” said Sam. “He messed up his own life. He made my Grandparents’ last years miserable. He let me down. My father. But I’ve lived with it. I had no other choice, and despite of what everybody has said, somehow I did believe that he left for something important. For something, that eventually would change everything. That would worth the price. But. It looks like it was simply more important for him to romp with you here than to be with his family. And it just wasn’t enough for you to mess up our lives. You had to blow his mind, so he lost control here too. That’s why he got trapped here. He failed everybody. And not for some greater good. But because of you, you sorry excuse for a program.”

The still activated disc was dangerously close to Tron’s face, but the program did not look at it. He stared at Sam in shock, lips parted.

“I…” he said. “Flynn…”

Sam hissed. He knew that the program did not have the speaking capabilities to put up any kind of conversation, and he did not care about his excuses anyway. Slowly Tron’s eyes became glazed and Sam wondered if programs were able to cry. He saw that Tron was looking at his red circuits now. A trembling hand emerged and the wary fingers went close to the bright red lighted pattern on Sam’s chest.

“Sam Flynn” the program whispered. Sam grabbed his hand and forced him to touch the circuits. The flow of the silver currents intensified from the tip and from the opposite charge. The effect of the touch sent waves of warmth to Sam’s stomach. Tron’s hair was soft in Sam’s hand, softer than human hair. The boy was curious if it had been his father who had made that adjustment. Sam remembered Flynn, getting on his motorbike and waving goodbye. Sam gnashed his teeth. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the program’s, his tongue slipped in easily. Tron whined, but he could not turn his head away, because of Sam’s heavy fist in his hair. He tasted good. Not human though.

Sam released the program with a violent jerk and straightened himself. He switched off Tron’s disc and threw it to Clu. The system administrator caught it with a fluent motion. The sleek smile was gone.

“I want him” said Sam with a snarl.
Jokarneol_vision on September 8th, 2011 11:41 am (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part TEN WARNING NC-17
Wow... this is... incredibly sad and cruel.

I love it.

Tron's suit being changed to a siren suit feels so meaningful, like a sort of demotion and thus degradation of a warrior. And then Sam's thought 'Not a combatant anymore'.
I love how much is unsaid, but while reading one's mind is forced to THINK it.
And all the details... around and in Sam's head...

That hope and adoration in Tron at seing a user, and Flynn's son at that, and it being so brutally shatterred by the scathing scorn and hate in Sam, a boy that realizes his dad's left the family and made everyone ultimately unhappy (Sam's “He messed it up” is so perfect) just for some... some bimbo lover. I very much agree with winzler's comment on evil!Sam. I really like how he lets himself descend into this dark self; it's conclusive and one can feel it.

Tron... Q_Q

This was really hurtful, I did have tears in my eyes.
Love it.
(Anonymous) on September 8th, 2011 03:39 pm (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part TEN WARNING NC-17
Writer anon here.

Thank you so much for both of the comments. I am thrilled that people give so much thought to the story and that the conception did come through.

I believe as the writer I am not supposed to comment on the plot, because the story needs to speak for itself. Now I am a bit afraid of causing distress or upset people with the strange approach I am taking with the change of the status and the hardcore violence.

Again, thank you for reading, both thoughtful feedback means a lot to me.
Jokarneol_vision on September 8th, 2011 04:10 pm (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part TEN WARNING NC-17
I think that as a writer you are not supposed to be afraid of causing distress or upsetting people. Mind you, I understand that - and I don't mean to offend anyone who feels distressed, it's the furthest away from me as I feel distressed, too (in a 'positive' way though if that makes sense) - but I also think you should feel entirely free to follow whatever approach you feel is right for the story you write as long as it makes sense in itself.

(And I'm not saying this only because I am totally hooked on this and feel strongly moved by it, lol.)
(Anonymous) on September 8th, 2011 04:59 pm (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part TEN WARNING NC-17
Thank you - and yes, I get it. Much of my hesitation came from the fact that I am getting a great amount of positive energy from this fandom and from the people who maintain it; surely I would not want to make a payback with pointless brutality. But as it is indeed the part of the concept, I will follow the advice and finish the story according to the original plot. As the wise man said, hitting the bottom isn't a weekend retreat, and I intend to accomplish that.

Thanks again, I will try to post the update as soon as possible.
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(Anonymous) on September 9th, 2011 05:41 pm (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part ELEVEN WARNING NC-17
At first Clu did not respond. The boy looked at Tron again. He felt the excited stream of energy under his own armor. There was a switch, similar to the one he had experienced when his disc had been synchronized for the first time in the armory. It felt like a bright red flash in his eyes.

That was when Tron panicked. He spun and began to crawl away from Sam. With his largely immobile legs the attempt was so hopeless that neither Sam nor Clu moved. The system administrator seemed to be entertained. He was watching Tron’s struggle with undisguised lust in his eyes and then looked at Sam. The circuits flickered wildly on the boy’s suit. Sam licked his lips. Inexcusable. Until that moment he had not done anything, nothing that could not be explained, nothing that could not be undone – nothing, after what Sam could have not looked into his father’s eyes. This was that; ultimate. No turning back, once that line was crossed.

Tron reached the other side of the bed. Clu stepped there, seized him and threw him back onto the sheets. Tron let out a confused yelp as the other program flipped him over. Clu grabbed his wrists and pinned them against the bed above Tron’s head, presenting him to Sam. Clu glanced up at the boy.

“Then do it” he said. Tron screamed. Sam looked down at him in a glow.

“User” whimpered the program. “Don’t…”

Sam kneeled on the bed with one leg. Tron was squirming. His wrists were trapped in Clu’s iron grip and his thighs were shaking uselessly. He did not try to beg to Clu. A few hundred cycles must have been enough to prove that needless. He was staring at Sam with a scared look on his face.

The boy put a hand on Tron’s thigh. The texture of the close-fitting, white and silver suit was surprisingly pleasant to touch. Sam felt the lean muscles under the garment and that reminded him of their encounter in the Arena. How easy, how gracious Tron’s victory had been. Sam grinned.

“They should see you now” he said. Tron looked at him in confusion. He pressed his legs together with great effort. Sam pushed his hands between the program’s thighs, parting them easily. No, he thought. Tron was not going to return to the Arena – he was not even going to walk freely under the dark sky of the Grid ever again. He should have stuck to the reprogramming; though Sam would have torn Rinzler apart as well for what he had seen on that identity disc.

He kneeled between the program’s legs and lay on top of him. Sam groaned from the sensation of their bodies straining against each other. The black cover under his bare hand had a silky touch, the contrast of the sheet and Tron’s outfit was striking. The flickering lights of Sam’s circuits drew red streaks on the white suit.

“Sam” whispered Tron. The boy looked in his face closely. Perfection.

“What?” he asked. He pressed his lips on the program’s before Tron could have said anything. Sam grabbed his jaw to prevent him from turning his head away. Tron’s lips somehow tasted like the condensed energy Sam had been offered at the shore during the celebration. The boy closed his eyes and deepened the kiss. The program did not respond and did not try to bite as if fidelity had been fitted deeper inside his code than self-defense or the instinct to stay alive. Sam buried his fingers in Tron’s hair once more. The program was shaking under him; Sam felt the intense warmth that was coming from him, through his thick armor.
(Anonymous) on September 9th, 2011 05:46 pm (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part TWELVE WARNING NC-17
Finally the boy broke the kiss and propped himself on his elbows. He was heavily aroused. His clothed erection rubbed against Tron’s groin. The program quivered and blushed. Sam was amused by his reaction. He kissed Tron’s neck down to the collar of the light suit. His hands were on Tron’s hips; the boy tapped his coding and derezzed his suit. Sam pulled back and looked down at the stretched out, naked body under him.

“Oh, God” he sighed. Tron’s head fell back and he let out a scream. This time it was different: full of anger and outrage, despite of all his weakness. As he snapped back Sam saw that his eyes were furious and his jaw clenched. The boy pulled back. This was how he had imagined the warriors of the Grid, when he had been lying in his bed at night, under the wallpapers that had been glowing in the dark. This feeling reminded him of those times; when he had known that everything was going to be fine, that his father would be back soon, that… We’re always on the same team.

Sam sat back on his heels. Tron’s head fell back onto the sheet, exhausted. His wrists were still trapped in Clu’s grip. Sam looked at the system administrator. Clu was grinning. He was enjoying himself apparently, yet he did not offer any comment. He did not try to push the boy, as if he did not really mind what Sam’s final choice would be. There was some curiosity on his face. To see if I dare.

Tron did not move. The fight was over - his time as a warrior was over; he had had his battles and he had lost. And then he had failed to serve the new order too. But the Grid was a clean system and it did not produce waste: this feature put him right here, for this new use. And all that misery – for what? Programs were not supposed to shake off their directives; human beings did that, refusing whatever was profitable for them, running into their fate, against their own good. Why would a program do that? For a human, who had never deserved that loyalty? What did that tell about the human and what about the program? Sam bit down on his own lip. It tasted like Tron. He looked down and saw that his own red circuits were glowing brighter than ever. He just realized that his hands were still grabbing at the program’s naked thighs. Slowly he began to stroke the smooth skin.

His father wanted everything with the fervor of benevolent people. His company, the adoration of the public, his son, his family – and the same time he wanted the Grid, with its different rules. He wanted it all with full desire, and lost everything. Sam could do better than that. He could have everything what his father had had, and not to waste it, not to lose it. He had inherited the genial talent and fortune from his father. He could have Encom. He could have the Grid. He could have everything that his father had owned once. Everything. If I dare. The boy leaned ahead. Everything, that had been rightfully his – he had just never reached out to take it. The thing about perfection is that’s unknowable.

Sam touched Tron’s face. The program looked at him wearily. It’s impossible, but it’s also right in front of us all the time.

“We are not on the same team” Sam told him. “We’ve never been.”
(Anonymous) on September 19th, 2011 01:07 am (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part TWELVE WARNING NC-17
Wow, this is really creepy. o_o I hope you plan to finish, even though noncon isn't normally my thing, I'm interested to see what happens!
(Anonymous) on September 19th, 2011 03:32 pm (UTC)
Re: Evil!Sam/Tron/Clu - part TWELVE WARNING NC-17
I finished the whole fill yesterday, I just need to re-read it. It will be posted soon. Thank you for the patience.
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