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smiley_anon: Tronzler maskless stand/looksmiley_anon on July 16th, 2011 06:44 am (UTC)
Letting Go [3e]
Just… don’t move.

Though he should probably start breathing again. Breathing was good. “…Rinzler?”

The sound increased, and Sam swallowed. Acknowledgement. That was a good sign. Right? He still couldn’t tell where the program was, which was more terrifying than he wanted to admit right now. He blinked at the dark ahead of him, waving the phone to move the light from side to side. Nothing. He glows in the fucking dark. Why is this so hard?

“Uh. Don’t go anywhere. Please.” Sam pushed himself backwards slowly, listening to the sound for any changes of pitch or volume. Not that he expected Rinzler to announce an attack beforehand, but at least he’d hear if the program moved off. Nothing.

Out from under the duct, Sam cautiously sat up. Turned. He moved his head this way and that, trying to track the direction of the unending noise. Freedom of movement helped. If Rinzler wasn’t trying to hide, he should be able to…


Red-orange dimly traced familiar patterns through the blacknesss. The light was faint, faint enough Sam wondered if he was glowing anymore—it could be reflection. The shapes were unmistakable, though, and he dragged himself left to face the program. Raised the light.

The growl surged across the space with the sudden sharpness of a rattling snake, and Sam lowered the phone in a hurry. “Sorry, sorry!” The quick glimpse was revealing enough. Rinzler was perched between the ceiling supports, limbs balanced across the slim metal with a casual precision Sam would have hurt himself trying to match. Like a spider. Or a cat.

He was staring at Sam. How surprising. The sight still twisted something in Sam’s gut, leaving a heavy dryness in his throat that persisted well after the light dropped away. He’d thought the helmet was creepy, but… it was so much better than this. Alan’s face… so very wrong. Eyes wide, unblinking. Jaw tense, mouth a hard line.

The eyes were the worst. Still dilated to near-perfect black, a thin grey line edging in the emptiness. They were empty, vacant—but also hard. Bitter? Accusing? Demanding? He didn’t know. Wasn’t sure he wanted to.

“…Hey.” Sam’s voice was a croak in the darkness.

Rinzler shifted in response, head tilting as the rumbling skipped slightly. Sam could see his shape, his movements well enough, even with the light pointed to the side. Could see enough. More than.

“You’re… fast up here.” Like he wasn’t, down below. What am I even saying? What was he doing here?

The ticking rattle filled the silence.

“So the, uh, scanner freaked you out? The noise?” he added hurriedly, seeing an orange-lined hand clench around metal. Rinzler seemed to tense, irritated. Sam wasn’t sure whether to take that as agreement or disapproval of the implied fear. And what this one-sided conversation needs is more uncertainty.

He dropped his eyes from the shadowed face, fixing briefly on the orange ‘T’ before looking away entirely. Tron. Did this… did any of this even have a chance?

Fuck, he didn’t even know if Rinzler was listening. Understanding. Whatever. Sam sighed, a harsh echo amidst the tangled metal surroundings, raised his head with a look that edged more towards a glare.

“Look, will you—can you—” He was done being hesitant, polite; it wasn’t like it got him anywhere. “You need to come down. Now.” The rapid beat of his heart, the panicky voice in his head contrasted dizzyingly against the simple frustration now rising, and Sam did his best to fix on the latter. Rinzler would get violent or not, but he was sick of this. Sick of all of it.

“Dad—and Alan—they’re coming here to help you. To fix you. Make you better.” Rinzler didn’t move, didn’t respond, and a fresh surge of irritation welled up. “The least you could do is stay on ground level.”

No answer.

smiley_anon: Tronzler maskless diskssmiley_anon on July 16th, 2011 06:50 am (UTC)
Letting Go [3f]

Not silence. Not exactly. But at some point, the rattling had dropped to a muted rumble. Quieter. Even. The program was still, motionless in a way that set Sam on edge.

He frowned, leaned forward slightly. When that didn’t provoke a reaction, he cautiously raised the light—not towards Rinzler, but close enough to cast some light.

The program was unmoving. ‘Frozen’, he’d say, but… that wasn’t right. Tense, but not stiff. Faint, faint twitches in the muscles, hands clenched around the stabilizing supports. Sam couldn’t be sure he’d have noticed with the helmet on—but the program’s gaze was fixed ahead, staring unblinking into the darkness. No physical reaction to the light, either—eyes still dilated to black voids. After wearing that helmet for… Sam frowned. Can he even…?

The shadowed expression, what little of it Sam saw, was a grimace. Breaths quietly harsh. Mouth twisted unhappily. Sam stared, dropped his gaze, glanced back. Away. He wasn’t—he shouldn’t…

I don’t know what to do.

Rinzler blinked.

Froze. Eyes sharpened, focused, then he withdrew with a surging growl, slipping fluidly back towards shadow.

“Hey!” Sam moved forward in an awkward scramble—no chance of catching up, but he could at least keep the program in sight. Fuck. “Are you—” he hesitated, but he had to say something. “—okay?” What the hell was that?

He caught the outline ahead as Rinzler turned to glare back, ticking rumble rising in flat irritation. Right. Not talking about it. He returned the glower halfheartedly, torn between lingering unease and new frustration—he really didn’t want to have to chase the program down again.

“Look, just—don’t run off, okay? I don’t—”

Rinzler’s noise interrupted his words, volume increasing in a stutter as the program tilted his head. Looked at Sam. Turned back the other way.

Sam squinted, trying to make out an expression, gesture—anything. There was enough light behind Rinzler to cast a clear silhouette; he could see the program’s form clearly enough, but no details or…

Hey. Light. Sam blinked. That was…

The exit.

He looked at Rinzler. At the opening.


Several hours of relative calm later, Sam was less than surprised when his dad suggested the program stay with him another night. After all, they got along “so well, man!” Sam was clearly helping.

He was surprised to find himself not arguing.
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smiley_anon: Sam + Tronzlersmiley_anon on July 17th, 2011 04:12 pm (UTC)
Re: Letting Go [3f]
:) Yay, torturous hope.

XD And oh man, so much to write... theoretically I've got four long fics I should be working on, though I think my ff.net story is well and truly paused for now. :) Though this is the only fic I'm currently doing that'll have much Kevin and/or Alan in the immediate, given with the post-Hold-On stuff I've still got to go through all of Tronzler's solo adventures(/trauma) before going back to look at the other peoples.
(Anonymous) on July 26th, 2011 11:58 pm (UTC)
Re: Letting Go [3f]
Oh man, oh man. Sam's already starting to almost warm up to Rinzler. The ending's going to be painful to watch... >_<

Unless...Sam's only going to be assigned to put Rinzler down. He doesn't actually have to do it, right? :D
smiley_anon: Sam smiley_anon on July 27th, 2011 12:09 am (UTC)
Re: Letting Go [3f]
:D! *laughs*

Now, that would be cheating. I never cheat. O.O Really.
(Anonymous) on August 2nd, 2011 05:22 pm (UTC)
Re: Letting Go [3f]
Aw... But cheating is fun! Try it! ~uses long unused peer pressure skills from high school~ :D
(Anonymous) on August 30th, 2011 11:35 am (UTC)
Re: Letting Go [3f]
I know you have a lot on your plate smiley, but I do hope you'll update soon. :)
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(Anonymous) on September 21st, 2011 03:41 am (UTC)
Re: Letting Go [3f]
+googol (10^100)
dogpiss: hugdogpiss on September 12th, 2011 07:02 am (UTC)
Re: Letting Go [3f]
This whole thing is really awesome. And when you end it it will be so heartbreaking. Rinzler is so far gone, but you want to hope. And to see a rapport and shared trust building between Sam and Rinzler, it is... already HEARTBREAKING! You are doing so well capturing the different reactions. Good job with this so far, keep up the good work!