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twilightscribe) wrote2013-07-03 12:36 pm
twilightscribe) wrote2013-07-03 12:36 pm
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somewhere (a hero)
Notes: Written for the Tron Fandom Ship Week with the theme 'trust'. I seem to be slightly in love with adding in brackets for the titles; don't mind them, I'm just having fun and showing that I cannot title shit.
Title: somewhere (a hero)
Fandom: TRON: Legacy
Pairing: Tron/Sam
Theme: trust
Words: 328 words
somewhere (a hero)
Tron gently ran his fingers through Sam’s hair. The bright lights of the city across the river shone through the windows and there was the sound of traffic and water lapping at the shores. It was still something that Tron was adjusting to. All of the subtle differences – and not so subtle ones – between the User world and the Grid were things that Tron would need to adjust to.
In the dim light that reminded Tron of the constant twilight of the Grid, he could make out Sam’s features outlined in the light. He let his fingers trail along Sam’s jawline, tracing his features. Tron didn’t need the light to know Sam’s face, his features, but it was comforting.
“Come with me.” Sam had said. Tron hadn’t been sure at first; he knew nothing but the Grid and the Grid was slowly falling apart, crumbling into chaos and ruin. There was nothing left. All he had left was Sam and the promise of a new start.
He could leave those memories behind. But that was a lie; they still haunted him in the dead of night, lurking in the back of his conscience during the waking hours.
Sam was there, though. Sam who he had trusted and gone with on what was, more or less, a whim, and he didn’t regret it. The world he now found himself in was so different, but some things were the same. But Sam was everything.
“Go t’bed,” Sam slurred, snuggling closer to Tron and burying his face in the crook of Tron’s neck. Then, mumbled into the skin of Tron’s neck, “Something wrong?”
Sam’s voice was thick and slurred with sleep, and Tron smiled. He slid his arms around Sam, pulling him close and threading his fingers through Sam’s blond hair. Tron could smell Sam – so different from the Grid – and inhaled deeply. Here and now, he felt content; something he thought that he wouldn’t ever feel again.
“No, it’s nothing.” Thank you, Sam.
FIN.
Title: somewhere (a hero)
Fandom: TRON: Legacy
Pairing: Tron/Sam
Theme: trust
Words: 328 words
Tron gently ran his fingers through Sam’s hair. The bright lights of the city across the river shone through the windows and there was the sound of traffic and water lapping at the shores. It was still something that Tron was adjusting to. All of the subtle differences – and not so subtle ones – between the User world and the Grid were things that Tron would need to adjust to.
In the dim light that reminded Tron of the constant twilight of the Grid, he could make out Sam’s features outlined in the light. He let his fingers trail along Sam’s jawline, tracing his features. Tron didn’t need the light to know Sam’s face, his features, but it was comforting.
“Come with me.” Sam had said. Tron hadn’t been sure at first; he knew nothing but the Grid and the Grid was slowly falling apart, crumbling into chaos and ruin. There was nothing left. All he had left was Sam and the promise of a new start.
He could leave those memories behind. But that was a lie; they still haunted him in the dead of night, lurking in the back of his conscience during the waking hours.
Sam was there, though. Sam who he had trusted and gone with on what was, more or less, a whim, and he didn’t regret it. The world he now found himself in was so different, but some things were the same. But Sam was everything.
“Go t’bed,” Sam slurred, snuggling closer to Tron and burying his face in the crook of Tron’s neck. Then, mumbled into the skin of Tron’s neck, “Something wrong?”
Sam’s voice was thick and slurred with sleep, and Tron smiled. He slid his arms around Sam, pulling him close and threading his fingers through Sam’s blond hair. Tron could smell Sam – so different from the Grid – and inhaled deeply. Here and now, he felt content; something he thought that he wouldn’t ever feel again.
“No, it’s nothing.” Thank you, Sam.
FIN.