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Notes: Written for the Tron Fandom Ship Week.
Title: hope (undone)
Fandom: TRON: Legacy
Pairing: Tron/Sam
Theme: scars
Words: 316 words
hope (undone)
The only reminder that Tron wasn’t originally from the User world was the large, jagged edged, triangular scar on his back right between his shoulder blades. It lined up with where his disc dock had been. Quorra had a similar scar, but hers was far smaller and less noticeable than Tron’s – her ISO circuits had changed into a birth mark in the User world.
Tron’s was especially sensitive and not necessarily in a positive way. He froze up the first time Sam’s fingers brushed against it in the shower from behind. Yet, he shuddered when Sam’s nails dragged over it when they were in bed.
“It… brings back memories,” Tron explained. He was lying on the couch with his head resting in Sam’s lap, the TV playing quietly in the background. “I’m sorry, it just…”
Sam pressed a finger to Tron’s lips and smiled, “You don’t have to explain; I know.”
It hung unspoken in the air. CLU. The ambush and the reprogramming. Tron having his disc pried from him and being repurposed into Rinzler. Everything that came after. The Purge. Flynn. Sam knew.
And Sam had his own share of scars. Tron had seen them and Tron knew, but he never said a word. His hands would just ghost over them; he never drew attention to them. He knew. There wasn’t a need for words.
Quorra called them a perfectly matched set. That they were both scarred, but different, and that they understood each other without words. She’d said that it was both heart-warming and almost eerie since it felt like they both had a sort of ‘sixth sense’ when it came to the other.
Sam went back to gently running his fingers through Tron’s hair, the TV settling into comfortable background noise. He’d never felt so at peace before; it was an almost alien feeling for him, but not one he’d trade for anything.
He wouldn’t give up Tron for anything.
FIN.
Title: hope (undone)
Fandom: TRON: Legacy
Pairing: Tron/Sam
Theme: scars
Words: 316 words
The only reminder that Tron wasn’t originally from the User world was the large, jagged edged, triangular scar on his back right between his shoulder blades. It lined up with where his disc dock had been. Quorra had a similar scar, but hers was far smaller and less noticeable than Tron’s – her ISO circuits had changed into a birth mark in the User world.
Tron’s was especially sensitive and not necessarily in a positive way. He froze up the first time Sam’s fingers brushed against it in the shower from behind. Yet, he shuddered when Sam’s nails dragged over it when they were in bed.
“It… brings back memories,” Tron explained. He was lying on the couch with his head resting in Sam’s lap, the TV playing quietly in the background. “I’m sorry, it just…”
Sam pressed a finger to Tron’s lips and smiled, “You don’t have to explain; I know.”
It hung unspoken in the air. CLU. The ambush and the reprogramming. Tron having his disc pried from him and being repurposed into Rinzler. Everything that came after. The Purge. Flynn. Sam knew.
And Sam had his own share of scars. Tron had seen them and Tron knew, but he never said a word. His hands would just ghost over them; he never drew attention to them. He knew. There wasn’t a need for words.
Quorra called them a perfectly matched set. That they were both scarred, but different, and that they understood each other without words. She’d said that it was both heart-warming and almost eerie since it felt like they both had a sort of ‘sixth sense’ when it came to the other.
Sam went back to gently running his fingers through Tron’s hair, the TV settling into comfortable background noise. He’d never felt so at peace before; it was an almost alien feeling for him, but not one he’d trade for anything.
He wouldn’t give up Tron for anything.
FIN.