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An excerpt from an upcoming fanfic I'll be writing about my Tron Legacy OC...eventually...

::UPDATED!!::
This chapter is now up to date and how I wanted it to be
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Siv set her drink down on the counter. A little apprehensive of Tron's movements. She watched as the Security Program drank the neon green liquid from his tall glass, Calculating his gestures. Tron finally setting his now empty glass down beside hers and looking at her sternly, Feeling that she is overly concerned about something.

"You needn't to be so tense. I don't feel any of Rinzler's coding surfacing. I should be fine for now"

Siv shook her head slowly and looked away, Down at her half empty drink. She circled her fingers around the brim of her glass."I'm not concerned about that right now." Her answer sounding flat and cold. She didn't mean for it to come out the way it did but she was tense.

Not because of her worry of how long her rewrite code will keep Tron as Tron, or of when Clu will notice that his right hand man and his handler have been missing for far too long, or that she made the bold move of bringing him to End of Line, or the fact that Castor was making mocking kissing faces at her the whole time they've been there. Hell, He's making one at her right now, whenever Tron was close to her, seemingly unaware of Castor's actions. It was just her, herself that made her tense. She was almost purposefully doing it to herself.

She knew it was dangerous but she couldn't understand the feelings she got when Tron was around her. He made her circuits skip a function, Feeling them warming and glowing exponentially when he praised her or simply put a hand on her shoulder. Even in the alone time she had to re-program Rinzler the low growling sound exuding from his helmet was intoxicating. It encouraged her to want to spend more time with him and not always talk about getting away from Clu and his Rectifier. But to share thoughts of going out to take in the beauty of Tron City. Even the way he said her name made her feel light and...what was the expression Flynn used...'Lying on Clouds, Man'.

She believes this was what the Creator would call "Love".

Siv has heard the word used before. Now and again when Flynn mentioned Sam, his friends, Alan and Lora. And in time she grew to know what love is. Even believes that she loves Flynn and Quorra. But Tron was an alien feeling. It wasn't exactly what she feels for Flynn and Quorra. This was something more. Something that made her scared, timid, minuscule, defensive, protective, and stronger. All at once.

She looked up, Back at Tron. He was grinning, lazily leering at her. He lent his left elbow against the bar counter, resting his head on his elevated shoulder. Siv cocked her head slightly to her left, narrowing her eyes. Trying to read his expression.
"What?", she says. Sounding more like a demand than a question.
His smile only got broader. He took her hand and started to lead her to a open floor with many dancing Programs. "Let's dance"
Siv's eyes flew wide open and she pulled her hand away from Tron, "I can't. I don't know how"

Tron almost wanted to laugh as he put his hands on his hips,"Sure you can. Even when I got upgraded, Flynn had Alan-One install his dancing knowledge in me."

Siv looked to the floor, shuffling her feet in a clumsy dance like motion. "I could only wish for such knowledge. It was never installed into my programming. Flynn never taught me this. He claims to have two left feet but I'm positive that he has a left and right foot"

Tron lets out a low chuckle and recaptures Siv's hand and leads her to the dance floor. "Then it's time that I teach you something new" as he leads her to the middle of the dance floor as Castor's DJ's, the MP3's, play a loud electronic song.

Castor smiles as Tron tutors Siv in User functions. He thinks to himself that this is a just call for something a little more befitting. He snaps his fingers at the MP3's and makes weird hand gestures at them that only they would understand. The MP3's both nod and Castor waits patiently as their visor scrollers now read: "LOADING...LOADING...LOADING...NOW PLAYING: SEPARATE WAYS"

Tron swoops Siv out and twirls her back into him. She tactically tip toes into Tron's waiting embrace, pretending that she is treading over a dangerous and deadly terrain in the gaming arena. Her movements more graceful in the face of a disc battle in averse to gliding and gyrating to the tempo of the music. Once her chest bumps into Tron's she looks up to him. Proud, Grinning.

"Did I dance?"

Tron gave her a pleased smile. Chuckling slightly as he steadies himself, "Not quite but we're working on it. It's still your first try". Siv smiled tenderly, Eager to continue learning. Tron snaked an arm around her slender waist and pulled her into him as his other hand gently grasped hers and held it elevated. "Let's try it this....way..."

He looked at her again. She was looking him dead square in the eyes. She was smiling but he could see more than that.

She was happy. This wasn't the first time she ever smiled at him but she was happy. "Glowing" even.

Happy of not having to mask her Identity in front of Clu, Not having to watch her back for a spy. Just exuberant. Almost looking like a different Program. And now he could finally see it and he knew why.

She's happiest when with him. And he could easily say he felt the same. And it was because of her.

As Rinzler he was always at Clu's side, being a lap dog for Tron City's dictator and forever in the games, Derezzing any program that was unfortunate enough to have the Security Program as an opponent. And whatever alone time he did get, Jarvis wouldn't be too far behind, asking questions, and undermining him, hating that he was Clu's favorite. So to be who he really was- Tron. The Security Program that fought for the Users. Felt like reconnecting with a best friend he hasn't seen in thousands of cycles. Like being in the company of Kevin Flynn again.

But Tron didn't have Flynn's company. He had Siv. A program that in the last few 30,000 cycles has meant more to him than anything. She gave him his life back, Even if for now it could only be in installments. It's more than what he could ever hope for when he thought he would be called Rinzler for the rest of his life.

He treasured her. If not for Flynn he never would have Siv who changed his world and brought him back to what he knew: Justice, Compassion, Friendship, and once again, Love. His circuits flared a bright blue intensity as he wove his fingers through Siv's pure white bangs, smiling at her. A facial gesture she easily replicated.

This feeling reminded him of another Program. This reminded him of Yori. Another entity he hasn't seen or heard from in quite a few cycles. He remembered feeling for Yori what he now feels for Siv. How the last time he could remember her, they kissed. Another useful thing he learned through Users. Still playing idly with the white silky strands, Tron leaned in quietly and captured Siv's surprised lips with his.

It was like watching sparks fly. Her lips soft and electrifying, giving off a tingling sensation of a small electric charge. Making both of their circuitry shine a near blinding purple. Siv blinked a few times. Unable to process the Security Programs movements. Considering herself a newly created Program, She did understand what a kiss was to some small degree yet with the eager pressing of Tron's lips on hers, she feels like this is what she's wanted, possibly even needed, Since Tron could make her feel this way. She closes her eyes and lets herself succumb to his kiss. Tron luls as he gently squeezes her hair in his hand before releasing her avid lips.

The Security Program shyly meets Siv's green gaze, wondering if she would be upset about his random romantic action. He's a little surprised to see his handler smiling at him with unreadable eyes. He swallowed visibly, feeling like all eyes in the Club were on him.

"It's called a Kiss. It's how User's express affection with each other. It if was unwanted then I apolo-"

He was silenced by Siv closing in and giving him a breath stealing kiss. Tron taken back by the surprise but couldn't be more happier to have this moment with her. He broke off the kiss and looked at her again. Siv giving him a smile that made all other thought seize function.

"I'm aware of what a kiss is and a kiss from you is always wanted. Do not apologize", She whispered as she leaned her head against Tron's chest. His "T" shaped symbol glowing brightly against her cheek. Tron nodded in understanding, Holding his handler close.

They swayed lazily in the middle of the dance floor. Tron keeping her close as he held her in an almost possessive manner. She secretly smiled as she let the other program recapture her hand in his. This being the closest Siv has ever been to another program or dancing for that matter. She kept her eyes closed and listened to the foreign music as she identified the vocals she heard.

"Feeling that it's gone
Can change your mind
If we can't go on
To survive the tides love divides

Some day Love will find you
Break those chains that bind you
One night will remind you
How we touched and went our separate ways

If he ever hurts you
True Love wont desert you
You know I still love you
Though we touched and went our separate ways"

Suddenly, at the sound of the last lyrics, Siv stopped. her green eyes flashing white 1's and 0's scrolling through at unreadable speeds. She fell limp in Tron's arms, her head falling back, As if someone decided to turn her off. Tron immediately noticed this and grabbed onto her shoulders, worried if she was spontaneously rebooting.

"Siv! What's wrong?" She didn't respond but her eyes slowly returned to normal. Tron could feel life pulsing back into her. She mouthed the last line as the singer sung it again.

"How we touched and went our separate ways"

Tron didn't understand what had occurred. He rested a hand at the back of her head and clutched her body to his.
"I've never seen anything like that happen before. Are you alright?"

Programs can't blush. But if they could Siv would be. She felt as if she had just had a hard reboot though she wouldn't know since she's never had to reboot before. Why would she shut down like that? She had a thousand things trying to process at once but only one thing standing out: Her and Tron can not fall in what Flynn calls "Love".

She exhales sharply, harshly hitting her head on Tron's armored shoulder,"We can't do this. It compromises everything." She whispered. Tron couldn't completely hear her response. All he knew was that it sounded like words of defeat. He pulled Siv back a bit, "What did you say?"

Siv looked at the floor. She knew what she said was for the best, at least for the time being. She was created and sent there for the sole mission of finding and reprogramming Tron. Hopefully having a strong enough re-write to even bring Tron back to Flynn, to join his resistance. There was no room for malfunctions such as "Love" or "Feelings". She had a promise to Kevin Flynn and that takes priority over all matters.

She looked back up at Tron, a more dominate and soldier demeanor in her aura in shed of her care free one just a moment ago.

"We need to head back. Clu will be concerned." As she turned on her feet heading towards the elevator, Leaving Tron still in the middle of the dance floor slowly making his way through the crowd. He started to realize what she meant and came to terms with the idea that followed.

Siv frowned away from Tron's gaze. It hurt her to have to detach herself from Tron this way. But she had to be a soldier at all times. Clu wants perfection and she needs to give it to him until Tron's code was secure enough to take him to Flynn.

Castor was standing near the elevator door, waiting to bid his guests of honor farewell. His grin, ear to ear in an almost annoying appearance to Siv. She made it to the door and pushed the button. Castor leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Leaving so soon, Love? I was witnessing magic between you and our User protector over there", Castor smiled broadly and nodded in Tron's direction, exposing his perfectly white teeth.

Siv glared at him, Already feeling what Flynn called "Heart break". She wanted nothing more than to punch that grin off of his face. She seductively grabbed at the collar of his suit and violently whisked him closer so quickly no one caught wind of it. She shot him a daring glare. Her green eyes never held so much intensity before.

"Do. Not. Toy with me, 'Zuse'. You forget what you saw here tonight lest I expose your real name to this party of yours." Castor swallowed visibly but still retaining his calm and whimsical composure when Siv let him go. He straightened himself up and rested his hands on his blue glowing cane. "Not to worry, Pretty Miss. Your secret is safe with me." As he nodded approvingly as Tron walked passed him and joined Siv in the elevator. "I hope you both enjoyed your evening at End of Line. Do come see me again". The elevator doors closed and Castor watched from his large glass windows as the car descended. He then turned around to face his party and crossed his arms over his chest, chuckling huskily. A hint of darkness and deceit in his face as he wiped a stray tear that had generated from his hysterical laughter. Oh my Users, Did Castor LOVE being in the know.
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Hope you liked that long ass passage. I think that'll literally be just one chapter right there.

Tron, Clu, Castor and all it's respective characters © Disney

Description
An excerpt from an upcoming fanfic I'll be writing about my Tron Legacy OC...eventually...

::UPDATED!!::
This chapter is now up to date and how I wanted it to be
~~~~~~~~~~~~

Siv set her drink down on the counter. A little apprehensive of Tron's movements. She watched as the Security Program drank the neon green liquid from his tall glass, Calculating his gestures. Tron finally setting his now empty glass down beside hers and looking at her sternly, Feeling that she is overly concerned about something.

"You needn't to be so tense. I don't feel any of Rinzler's coding surfacing. I should be fine for now"

Siv shook her head slowly and looked away, Down at her half empty drink. She circled her fingers around the brim of her glass."I'm not concerned about that right now." Her answer sounding flat and cold. She didn't mean for it to come out the way it did but she was tense.

Not because of her worry of how long her rewrite code will keep Tron as Tron, or of when Clu will notice that his right hand man and his handler have been missing for far too long, or that she made the bold move of bringing him to End of Line, or the fact that Castor was making mocking kissing faces at her the whole time they've been there. Hell, He's making one at her right now, whenever Tron was close to her, seemingly unaware of Castor's actions. It was just her, herself that made her tense. She was almost purposefully doing it to herself.

She knew it was dangerous but she couldn't understand the feelings she got when Tron was around her. He made her circuits skip a function, Feeling them warming and glowing exponentially when he praised her or simply put a hand on her shoulder. Even in the alone time she had to re-program Rinzler the low growling sound exuding from his helmet was intoxicating. It encouraged her to want to spend more time with him and not always talk about getting away from Clu and his Rectifier. But to share thoughts of going out to take in the beauty of Tron City. Even the way he said her name made her feel light and...what was the expression Flynn used...'Lying on Clouds, Man'.

She believes this was what the Creator would call "Love".

Siv has heard the word used before. Now and again when Flynn mentioned Sam, his friends, Alan and Lora. And in time she grew to know what love is. Even believes that she loves Flynn and Quorra. But Tron was an alien feeling. It wasn't exactly what she feels for Flynn and Quorra. This was something more. Something that made her scared, timid, minuscule, defensive, protective, and stronger. All at once.

She looked up, Back at Tron. He was grinning, lazily leering at her. He lent his left elbow against the bar counter, resting his head on his elevated shoulder. Siv cocked her head slightly to her left, narrowing her eyes. Trying to read his expression.
"What?", she says. Sounding more like a demand than a question.
His smile only got broader. He took her hand and started to lead her to a open floor with many dancing Programs. "Let's dance"
Siv's eyes flew wide open and she pulled her hand away from Tron, "I can't. I don't know how"

Tron almost wanted to laugh as he put his hands on his hips,"Sure you can. Even when I got upgraded, Flynn had Alan-One install his dancing knowledge in me."

Siv looked to the floor, shuffling her feet in a clumsy dance like motion. "I could only wish for such knowledge. It was never installed into my programming. Flynn never taught me this. He claims to have two left feet but I'm positive that he has a left and right foot"

Tron lets out a low chuckle and recaptures Siv's hand and leads her to the dance floor. "Then it's time that I teach you something new" as he leads her to the middle of the dance floor as Castor's DJ's, the MP3's, play a loud electronic song.

Castor smiles as Tron tutors Siv in User functions. He thinks to himself that this is a just call for something a little more befitting. He snaps his fingers at the MP3's and makes weird hand gestures at them that only they would understand. The MP3's both nod and Castor waits patiently as their visor scrollers now read: "LOADING...LOADING...LOADING...NOW PLAYING: SEPARATE WAYS"

Tron swoops Siv out and twirls her back into him. She tactically tip toes into Tron's waiting embrace, pretending that she is treading over a dangerous and deadly terrain in the gaming arena. Her movements more graceful in the face of a disc battle in averse to gliding and gyrating to the tempo of the music. Once her chest bumps into Tron's she looks up to him. Proud, Grinning.

"Did I dance?"

Tron gave her a pleased smile. Chuckling slightly as he steadies himself, "Not quite but we're working on it. It's still your first try". Siv smiled tenderly, Eager to continue learning. Tron snaked an arm around her slender waist and pulled her into him as his other hand gently grasped hers and held it elevated. "Let's try it this....way..."

He looked at her again. She was looking him dead square in the eyes. She was smiling but he could see more than that.

She was happy. This wasn't the first time she ever smiled at him but she was happy. "Glowing" even.

Happy of not having to mask her Identity in front of Clu, Not having to watch her back for a spy. Just exuberant. Almost looking like a different Program. And now he could finally see it and he knew why.

She's happiest when with him. And he could easily say he felt the same. And it was because of her.

As Rinzler he was always at Clu's side, being a lap dog for Tron City's dictator and forever in the games, Derezzing any program that was unfortunate enough to have the Security Program as an opponent. And whatever alone time he did get, Jarvis wouldn't be too far behind, asking questions, and undermining him, hating that he was Clu's favorite. So to be who he really was- Tron. The Security Program that fought for the Users. Felt like reconnecting with a best friend he hasn't seen in thousands of cycles. Like being in the company of Kevin Flynn again.

But Tron didn't have Flynn's company. He had Siv. A program that in the last few 30,000 cycles has meant more to him than anything. She gave him his life back, Even if for now it could only be in installments. It's more than what he could ever hope for when he thought he would be called Rinzler for the rest of his life.

He treasured her. If not for Flynn he never would have Siv who changed his world and brought him back to what he knew: Justice, Compassion, Friendship, and once again, Love. His circuits flared a bright blue intensity as he wove his fingers through Siv's pure white bangs, smiling at her. A facial gesture she easily replicated.

This feeling reminded him of another Program. This reminded him of Yori. Another entity he hasn't seen or heard from in quite a few cycles. He remembered feeling for Yori what he now feels for Siv. How the last time he could remember her, they kissed. Another useful thing he learned through Users. Still playing idly with the white silky strands, Tron leaned in quietly and captured Siv's surprised lips with his.

It was like watching sparks fly. Her lips soft and electrifying, giving off a tingling sensation of a small electric charge. Making both of their circuitry shine a near blinding purple. Siv blinked a few times. Unable to process the Security Programs movements. Considering herself a newly created Program, She did understand what a kiss was to some small degree yet with the eager pressing of Tron's lips on hers, she feels like this is what she's wanted, possibly even needed, Since Tron could make her feel this way. She closes her eyes and lets herself succumb to his kiss. Tron luls as he gently squeezes her hair in his hand before releasing her avid lips.

The Security Program shyly meets Siv's green gaze, wondering if she would be upset about his random romantic action. He's a little surprised to see his handler smiling at him with unreadable eyes. He swallowed visibly, feeling like all eyes in the Club were on him.

"It's called a Kiss. It's how User's express affection with each other. It if was unwanted then I apolo-"

He was silenced by Siv closing in and giving him a breath stealing kiss. Tron taken back by the surprise but couldn't be more happier to have this moment with her. He broke off the kiss and looked at her again. Siv giving him a smile that made all other thought seize function.

"I'm aware of what a kiss is and a kiss from you is always wanted. Do not apologize", She whispered as she leaned her head against Tron's chest. His "T" shaped symbol glowing brightly against her cheek. Tron nodded in understanding, Holding his handler close.

They swayed lazily in the middle of the dance floor. Tron keeping her close as he held her in an almost possessive manner. She secretly smiled as she let the other program recapture her hand in his. This being the closest Siv has ever been to another program or dancing for that matter. She kept her eyes closed and listened to the foreign music as she identified the vocals she heard.

"Feeling that it's gone
Can change your mind
If we can't go on
To survive the tides love divides

Some day Love will find you
Break those chains that bind you
One night will remind you
How we touched and went our separate ways

If he ever hurts you
True Love wont desert you
You know I still love you
Though we touched and went our separate ways"

Suddenly, at the sound of the last lyrics, Siv stopped. her green eyes flashing white 1's and 0's scrolling through at unreadable speeds. She fell limp in Tron's arms, her head falling back, As if someone decided to turn her off. Tron immediately noticed this and grabbed onto her shoulders, worried if she was spontaneously rebooting.

"Siv! What's wrong?" She didn't respond but her eyes slowly returned to normal. Tron could feel life pulsing back into her. She mouthed the last line as the singer sung it again.

"How we touched and went our separate ways"

Tron didn't understand what had occurred. He rested a hand at the back of her head and clutched her body to his.
"I've never seen anything like that happen before. Are you alright?"

Programs can't blush. But if they could Siv would be. She felt as if she had just had a hard reboot though she wouldn't know since she's never had to reboot before. Why would she shut down like that? She had a thousand things trying to process at once but only one thing standing out: Her and Tron can not fall in what Flynn calls "Love".

She exhales sharply, harshly hitting her head on Tron's armored shoulder,"We can't do this. It compromises everything." She whispered. Tron couldn't completely hear her response. All he knew was that it sounded like words of defeat. He pulled Siv back a bit, "What did you say?"

Siv looked at the floor. She knew what she said was for the best, at least for the time being. She was created and sent there for the sole mission of finding and reprogramming Tron. Hopefully having a strong enough re-write to even bring Tron back to Flynn, to join his resistance. There was no room for malfunctions such as "Love" or "Feelings". She had a promise to Kevin Flynn and that takes priority over all matters.

She looked back up at Tron, a more dominate and soldier demeanor in her aura in shed of her care free one just a moment ago.

"We need to head back. Clu will be concerned." As she turned on her feet heading towards the elevator, Leaving Tron still in the middle of the dance floor slowly making his way through the crowd. He started to realize what she meant and came to terms with the idea that followed.

Siv frowned away from Tron's gaze. It hurt her to have to detach herself from Tron this way. But she had to be a soldier at all times. Clu wants perfection and she needs to give it to him until Tron's code was secure enough to take him to Flynn.

Castor was standing near the elevator door, waiting to bid his guests of honor farewell. His grin, ear to ear in an almost annoying appearance to Siv. She made it to the door and pushed the button. Castor leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Leaving so soon, Love? I was witnessing magic between you and our User protector over there", Castor smiled broadly and nodded in Tron's direction, exposing his perfectly white teeth.

Siv glared at him, Already feeling what Flynn called "Heart break". She wanted nothing more than to punch that grin off of his face. She seductively grabbed at the collar of his suit and violently whisked him closer so quickly no one caught wind of it. She shot him a daring glare. Her green eyes never held so much intensity before.

"Do. Not. Toy with me, 'Zuse'. You forget what you saw here tonight lest I expose your real name to this party of yours." Castor swallowed visibly but still retaining his calm and whimsical composure when Siv let him go. He straightened himself up and rested his hands on his blue glowing cane. "Not to worry, Pretty Miss. Your secret is safe with me." As he nodded approvingly as Tron walked passed him and joined Siv in the elevator. "I hope you both enjoyed your evening at End of Line. Do come see me again". The elevator doors closed and Castor watched from his large glass windows as the car descended. He then turned around to face his party and crossed his arms over his chest, chuckling huskily. A hint of darkness and deceit in his face as he wiped a stray tear that had generated from his hysterical laughter. Oh my Users, Did Castor LOVE being in the know.
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Hope you liked that long ass passage. I think that'll literally be just one chapter right there.

Tron, Clu, Castor and all it's respective characters © Disney