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29 January 2011 @ 10:00 pm
TRON Legacy Fic: Old Habits Die Hard (1/1) PG  
Title: Old Habits Die Hard
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam/Quorra
Genre: angst, fluff
SPOILERS: Yes
Disclaimer: TRON: Legacy belongs to Disney
Betas: none, so please forgive mistakes
Summary: It had started out as a thought—a tiny, insignificant, fleeting thought—and over the course of the day it had festered and infected his mind like a virus.
A/N: I got the idea for this little thing about a week ago maybe. I held off on it at first 'cause quite frankly, as much of an angst whore I am, I genuinely did not want to angst-ify Sam and Quorra. But the idea lingered in my head and I really was in the mood to write more Sam/Quorra, and the other night it began writing itself in my head. So here it is! I hope you guys enjoy it. :)



Old Habits Die Hard


It had started out as a thought—a tiny, insignificant, fleeting thought—and over the course of the day it had festered and infected his mind like a virus.

All it had taken to start it off was one simple glance at Quorra and Alan talking over a cup of coffee in the little break room on his office level at ENCOM. Sam leaned against the door frame, unnoticed by either of them, a little smile on his face as he watched the only two people in his life that meant anything to him interact. Alan told some dumb joke that Sam had heard over a thousand times growing up, and it sent Quorra into a delightful fit of laughter.

Sorrow shadowed the moment as Sam thought, Dad should be here, and abruptly the offending thought followed suit.

The smile slid off his face, and just as clearly as he could see Alan and Quorra right now, could remember Dad and Quorra together, so he could see himself and Quorra thirty, forty years from now. She would look exactly the same—young, beautiful, vibrant—and he would be... old.

He did his best to shake the thought away. But it was lodged there, clawing its way from the back of his mind to the forefront. It had never made any difference before, ever since they’d been on the Grid, and it sure as hell shouldn’t have made any difference now. Sam sighed and dropped the papers he’d been looking over, letting them fall lazily across his desk. He scrubbed his eyes as he leaned his head back against his chair, and then stared up at the ceiling.

The truth was, he’d never really thought about it until now. And the idea of such a future pained him more than anything ever had in his life, the whole situation with Dad aside.

Letting out a frustrated groan, he leaned forward on his desk and let his forehead hit the papers he’d been previously looking at. “Dammit.”

That was when he knew he was already in way, way too deep for this to be easy.

“Thanks a lot, Dad,” he mumbled.





He wasn’t acting like himself and he knew it, and he felt bad for it, because he could tell that Quorra had caught on but was being her usual cheery self anyway. He’d been broody ever since they’d left ENCOM to come home and Quorra had been full of life, as usual; talking about Alan and the taste of the coffee and the other rooms she visited in the building and everything else in between.

The garage door had barely shut behind them and he had only just started pulling off his jacket when she declared happily, “I’ll make dinner!”

That got a genuine smile out of him, and he laughed a little. “All right. What’s for dinner, Q?” He didn’t know a ton about cooking, but he’d taught her what he did know. She’d caught on fast, really fast, and enjoyed doing it at any opportunity.

She was already at the refrigerator, and she peered over the open door at him, her eyes sparkling. “It’ll be a surprise.”

Not ten minutes later Sam found himself in a bit of a predicament—before his gloomy epiphany earlier that day, he would not have called this a predicament. He’d gone over to grab a beer out of the refrigerator and somehow he and Quorra ending up standing entirely too close to each other, the milk carton in her hands pressed against his chest, his beer unopened hanging loosely in his hand, and she was looking at him like that again and he knew that he was doing it too.

He swallowed thickly, and told himself to walk away, to not let it happen, that it shouldn’t. He was not very good at talking himself out of things, because all his life he’d just done whatever the hell he’d wanted and damned the consequences.

Old habits die hard.

His head tilted in automatically, eyelids lowering, and he heard the way her breath hitched just before she closed the space between them. She was so gentle at first, her mouth soft against his; it did something funny to his chest, his heart tightening. Her fingers fisted in his sleeve as he leaned in further, pressing his lips into hers until her mouth fell open and her trembling sigh hushed across his cheek.

Yeah, he’d kissed girls before. A few times in high school and a couple times at college. But it had never really meant anything. Nothing had ever really meant anything to him until he’d staggered into the Grid and came out changed. Quorra was the first girl he’d kissed that he genuinely had feelings for—stemming back to their time in the Grid, which had since grown with a vengeance.

Which brought him full circle to his earlier realization.

He liked her far too much to do this to her.

By the time he pulled back from the kiss, half of his front had gone cold from the milk carton still pressed between their bodies, and his beer can was digging into her back where he’d looped his arm around her waist, and she had made a nice little wrinkled mess of his sleeve.

He swallowed, trying to get his bearings, trying to fight the urge to kiss her again. “Quorra,” he breathed, and immediately drew blank because he just didn’t know how to say this.

Her eyes fluttered open and she stared up at him like that again, all adoring and enthralled and just—dammit. How was she going to take this? He didn’t want to scare her off. He didn’t want to upset her or lose her completely.

Crap. He couldn’t do this.

He’d been at a pause for too long. She was frowning now, looking concerned. “Did I do something wrong?” she whispered.

“What? No,” he shook his head, and couldn’t help but briefly relive what had just happened. “No, you didn’t—It’s not that.”

She waited patiently, watching him in silence. He turned away, unable to look at her anymore if he was going to get this out there. He set the beer can a little too firmly on the counter, resting his palms on the surface and hanging his head for a minute, scrunching his eyes. He took in a deep breath, and then forced it out in a rush, “We can’t do this, Quorra.”

There was a short silence, and then quietly, “I don’t understand. I thought... Did I misread your signals? I think that’s the term.” She sounded so calm, but the uncertainty—the hurt—was underlying in her voice.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said around the knot in his throat. He finally turned to face her again, where she stood by the refrigerator where he’d left her, still holding the milk, looking so beautiful and innocent and worried. That just made it worse. He gestured vaguely between them. “I’m... You’re... We’re not the same.”

Hell, he was not getting this out right at all. “Look, Quorra, you spent a lot of time with my dad. Years, right?”

She swallowed visibly and nodded, sadness overcoming her posture. “Hundreds of cycles.”

“You must have noticed how much he changed during that time,” he pointed out. “Physically, I mean.”

“Of course. Flynn explained the aging process to me.”

He waited, watching her, hoping she’d realize what this was all about on her own. But she continued to stare at him with a furrowed brow and he knew he was going to have to say it. “I’m going to age too, Quorra. All Users do.”

Her eyes lit up and hardened with determination, and she took a step closer to him. “Sam, that doesn’t matter to me. I don’t care.”

He felt winded, unable to do anything for a moment except stare, stunned. But he shook it off, not letting the intimacy of such a statement sink in too far. “You say that now, but you could easily change your mind when I start getting gray hair.” He tried for a lopsided smile, insincere, and she did not return it.

“It didn’t change the way I felt about your father,” she told him plainly. “Why should it be any different with you?”

“This is a little different,” he said tenderly. “Quorra, you deserve better than that, okay? You should be with someone who’ll be around longer.” One of her own kind.

She caught on to his meaning and her gaze flashed with steel. “I’m not going back to the Grid, Sam. Not without you.”

“Quorra—”

“I lost everyone,” she cut over him, voice like a razor and the Purge and the pain it caused was the edge of it. “Everyone I ever knew, ever trusted, ever loved... they’re all gone. Your father was all I had left and now he’s gone too.” Her eyes didn’t leave him as she finished, “You’re all that I have, Sam. Both here and in the Grid. You’re... everything.”

A ringing silence followed, and against what she’d just said, he had no strength to do little more than simply stare at her. He’d tried to stop this thing way too late, both of them were in too deep and there was no way they were going to come out of this unscathed if he stuck to his decision.

Quorra was studying him carefully, waiting, her expression still determined, but hopeful.

There were a lot of things he could say in response, but none of them were nice and he’d already made a huge mess and turned himself into a bit of an ass when all he was trying to do was lookout for Quorra. He just needed to shut up for now.

He fought the burn in his nose and turned away from her, grabbing his jacket off the couch.

“Sam?” Quorra called, just before he slapped his hand over the button to open the door. “Where are you going?”

“I don’t know,” he told her gruffly, and yanked his full face helmet on and didn’t look at her once as he got on the Ducati and turned it on as fast as possible.

He pulled out of their makeshift home faster than he should’ve, leaving Quorra behind still standing at the counter and Marvin at her feet, barking after him.





He ended up back at the arcade somewhere around two in the morning, he wasn’t sure. Chin resting on his arm where he leaned against the blank computer desk, Sam spun the Grid chip around across the flat black surface. Behind him, an archaic TV played out the video tapes Flynn had made, recording and cataloging his work on the Grid. Sam had found the tapes a while ago and had started watching them, but there were tons of them, boxes full, and he’d hardly even put a dent in them.

He wasn’t really listening as his father’s voice excitedly went on behind him, saying something about convincing TRON to leave the ENCOM system and come onto the Grid. Sam’s mind wasn’t there. The chip made little twirling sounds against the desk as he spun it again, and in his head he replayed over and over again what had happened between him and Quorra.





It was7:01 AM when he finally had the sense to check his phone. Amazingly enough there were no texts from Quorra, but two missed calls and no voice mail. He shoved his phone into his pocket, turned off the TV and headed back upstairs.

He walked into ENCOM twenty minutes later, and was startled to find both Quorra and Alan already in his office. He’d hardly stuck his head through the door when Quorra leaped to her feet and her entire face lit up. “Sam!”

She was across the room in no time, throwing her arms around him so fiercely he had to take a step back to keep his balance. He smiled weakly, his whole chest aching at the way she was hugging him. “Morning to you too, Q,” he said half-heartedly.

“When you didn’t come back, I got worried,” she told him as she pulled away.

Their eyes met, and all the relief in her face dimmed. He knew she was remembering last night, the last time they’d seen each other. She ducked her head, averting her gaze from him.

“Glad to see you’re in one piece,” Alan remarked light-heartedly, clearly trying to ease whatever awkwardness that was hanging in the air. “I told her it’s a trademark of yours not to answer your phone.”

Sam looked at Alan, who was giving him a knowing look, and Quorra still had her head ducked. “I’m going to go get some coffee,” she announced quietly, and slipped around Sam and out the door.

Sam turned to watch her go, heart dwindling in his chest. He’d done this, and now it was going to be like this for the rest of his life. He didn’t know if he could take it.

“You look awful,” Alan observed. “Where’ve you been all night?”

Sam gave him a slightly annoyed look, and shuffled over to his desk. “Does it really matter?”

“Suppose not.” Alan fell quiet, watching as Sam fell into his chair and scrubbed a hand over his face. “So, wanna tell me what happened?”

“Not really,” Sam said pointedly. He’d spent all night thinking about it and he hadn’t slept at all. The last thing he really wanted to do right now was to talk about it. “It was nothing. Just an argument. I needed some air.”

Alan looked like he was accepting that explanation, but Sam knew that he wasn’t totally convinced everything was fine. “All right. I know I don’t know the story between you two, but Sam... she’s a good girl. I like her. Don’t screw it up.”

Sam gave him a wane, rather sour smile. It was too late for that. “Yeah,” was all he said, and it seemed to be good enough for the time being.





Quorra hadn’t come back from getting coffee yet and it’d been over a half hour, and Sam was beginning to wonder what she’d gotten up to. It was affecting his concentration, and he checked his phone more times in those thirty minutes than he ever had in his life. No calls, no texts... He hoped she was all right.

She could take care of herself, he knew. But he decided to go seek her out anyway.

It didn’t take him long, and when he found her, he wasn’t at all happy with who he found her with. She was standing at the counter, a mug of steaming coffee in her hands, and she was laughing. Across from her, standing casually and a little too closely, was Edward Dillinger Jr. Sam paused in the doorway, the hair on the nape of his neck bristling.

Admittedly he’d only personally met the guy once or twice. He knew the story of Dillinger Senior and how he’d stolen all of his father’s video games and his creation of the Master Control Program. Sam didn’t really hold any of that against Ed, didn’t have much of an opinion about him at all.

But he knew he didn’t like the way the he was looking at Quorra.

It felt like fire was eating him up from the inside out and he had to work hard to keep it in, to not drag her out of there and tell Dillinger off.

That solitary little moment was all it took for him to realize that his decision about him and Quorra was never going to work.





Sam decided to cut out early and head home, sleep deprived and on the brink of crashing from too much caffeine. He was relieved to leave work, but dread had settled firmly in his gut at being alone with Quorra. He’d hurt her, and he’d... changed his mind. He wasn’t sure how to fix this—if he could fix it.

She snuggled up to him as usual on the Ducati, but he couldn’t help but notice she was hanging onto him tighter than she ever had before. It was like she was worried she’d fall off, or she was never going to see him again or something. She squeezed him tightly around the middle, making his heart lurch up his throat, and his whole back tensed at the way she leaned her head between his shoulder blades.

As he wove through the streets headed home, he worked over how to smooth things out in his head. He hadn’t come to any conclusions yet by the time he pulled into his apartment, Marvin yelping in hello and the door closing behind them. His feet touched the ground, and the engine shut off, but Quorra hadn’t let go of him yet.

The Ducati made its usual little pop and ticks of the engine cooling down, and neither of them moved. Sam stared at the fireplace, savoring the moment, terrified, wondering how the hell he was going to make this work.

Quorra was the first to move, shifting slightly, her hold loosening as though she were ready to get off. He reached to touch her hand, where her fingers were clenched around each other across his stomach. “Quorra?”

She froze, and he felt her breath against the back of his neck. “Yes, Sam?”

Her voice sounded rough, like she was holding back tears. He shut his eyes, hating himself so much in that moment. Swallowing, he asked, “Did you mean it? Last night, when you said... What you said about me.”

Her response came in the softest of whispers. “Yes. All of it.”

There was so much in his life that he wished he could change. He wished Dad never had been trapped in the Grid. He wished he could’ve had more time with him. He wished he could’ve seen the Grid before CLU had ruined it. He wished he could’ve stayed there longer, discovered it the way he’d always wanted to since he was a kid. He wished he could’ve met TRON—the real one, when he wasn’t corrupted by CLU’s programming.

He didn’t want to add this to his list of regrets.

It was like a switch going off inside him, calm spreading through his whole body. With a deep breath, he pushed the kickstand down and pulled his helmet off, hanging it on the handle of his bike. Gently, he took Quorra’s wrists to unlock her hands from around his waist, and he slowly stood up from the motorcycle, climbing off. She stayed where she was, watching him intently as he faced her.

He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her, palms against the black leather. His gaze met hers unflinchingly, where she stared at him wide-eyed and full of uncertainty. He gave her plenty of time to pull away, or shove him off, or slap him or whatever. But she didn’t, and she turned into him a little as he drew closer, her nose bumping into his. He didn’t waste any time after that, closing the gap and kissing her soundly.

He’d surprised and confused her, he could tell. Her response was delayed, but she ever so slowly opened to him, her mouth unfolding under his as her hands came up to his jacket to hang on the open zipper edges. He deepened it, his nose pressing into her cheek, and she tried to pull him closer. Doing so made her slide a little on the bike, the tilt of the vehicle offsetting the balance. Sam was quick to put his arm around her waist to keep her from falling, and he felt her smile against his jaw.

He leaned back to look at her, and she shook her head. “But I don’t understand. Last night—”

“I was being an idiot,” he said softly, giving her a small smile. “Kind of a lifestyle choice for me since I was kid.” His expression sobered, and he continued more seriously, “I still don’t think it’s the best idea. But the truth is...” he swallowed, and met her eyes squarely. “I’m crazy about you, Quorra. My life’s already pretty messed up and there’s so much I wish I could change. I don’t want this to be one of them.”

She looked a little stunned, and her eyes dropped as she reached to fiddle with his jacket again, fingers running down the leather. His heart hammered against his ribs as he waited for her to say something. She’d kissed him back, sure, but there was still a chance this could go all wrong.

That was when she startled him by abruptly pulling him to her, throwing her arms around him and capturing him in a fierce embrace. He braced himself with one hand on the seat of the motorcycle, his other arm looping around her waist again. Her hands fisted in his jacket against his shoulder blades, and she said in a strangled voice against his ear, “Thank you, Sam.”

He shut his eyes and hid his smile in her hair, and wrapping both arms around her, he pulled her into a tighter hug, lifting her a little off the Ducati. She laughed softly, her breath on his neck, and he knew that this was the best decision he’d ever made.

And he imagined that Dad would be pretty happy about it too.




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Mel: Sam/Quorra - The Sunmissalee on January 30th, 2011 06:39 am (UTC)
Poor Sam, I feel like he is a character that could be very prone to angst like this. And his childhood and young adult life certainly makes his reactions in your story very apt. I liked that you brought up some interesting ideas about choice and how Sam would react to choices he has made and has the opportunity to make. I felt like your description of him and how he thinks was spot on. And the whole aging thing was something I hadn't really considered before so it made me think too!

And I was, of course, thrilled to see you'd written something else in the Tron universe!
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on January 30th, 2011 06:32 pm (UTC)
OOoh wow, what comments! All detailed an analytical. :D *glee!* I'm really really glad you felt it was all well done and in character, and of course I'm happy to have brought up an aspect you hadn't considered before. ;) (that's my DW fangirl side kicking in I'm sure!)

Anyway I'm so glad you enjoyed this missalee and I appreciate all your awesome comments soooooooooo much. Thank you! ♥ *gives you cookies*
Mel: Sam/Quorramissalee on January 31st, 2011 06:26 am (UTC)
Thanks for the cookies! And the story, which I have now read six times since you posted it yesterday ;)

Something else about Sam that I really liked here is that he makes such an important choice to actually choose Quorra. He chooses to be selfish even though the more "noble" thing would be to let her go. And I use the term "selfish" kind of loosely. Even though every single reaction in him just rebels against the idea of letting her go it just takes him a little longer to acknowledge that and give into what already exists between them. I can definitely see with his history of losing people that making that leap and being willing to actually admit to caring about someone like he cares about Quorra would be difficult for him. And that makes his decision in the end all the better.
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on January 31st, 2011 06:21 pm (UTC)
which I have now read six times since you posted it yesterday ;)
Six times??!!!! Really?? Um... whoa. Hee! *feels accomplished*

Something else about Sam that I really liked here is that he makes such an important choice to actually choose Quorra. He chooses to be selfish even though the more "noble" thing would be to let her go. And I use the term "selfish" kind of loosely. Even though every single reaction in him just rebels against the idea of letting her go it just takes him a little longer to acknowledge that and give into what already exists between them.
Yes to all of this! I wish I had an intelligent response but I just woke up and my coffee's not kicked in yet. xD But yes! He's used to taking the selfish route, thus the title, old habits die hard. ;) She's the first thing he's really wanted for himself (finding his dad all aside), how can he turn away from that forever?

I can definitely see with his history of losing people that making that leap and being willing to actually admit to caring about someone like he cares about Quorra would be difficult for him. And that makes his decision in the end all the better.
This too, yes! Or to even allow himself to form close relationships after all the loss he's suffered. Man you're good. All of this was stuff I wanted to be expressed in the fic (even just in unwritten context) and you got it all exactly how I was thinking. Yaaay!

Haha, and of course, I'm glad that helps make his decision better in the end. ;)

I love all your detailed comments, really, it just makes my day entirely. I grinned so hard when I saw you came back with MORE awesome comments of awesome! Thank you tons ♥. *moar cookies to you!*
Mel: Sam/Quorra - Motorcyclemissalee on February 3rd, 2011 03:40 am (UTC)
Weeellllll, I'm kind of an angst whore, so this kind of story is right up my alley. I'm glad you enjoyed my further comments, I definitely believe in giving feedback where feedback is due. And I have a soft spot for Sam, and Sam/Quorra.

And while I'm here, I'll read your story again ;)
zombie_pigeon: [tron: legacy] Quorra *happy dance*zombie_pigeon on January 30th, 2011 07:14 am (UTC)
Quorra was the first girl he’d kissed that he genuinely had feelings for—stemming back to their time in the Grid, which had since grown with a vengeance.

Oh yessssss!

This, as usual with all your fics was great. I agree with missalee's previous comment about users aging in the real world; it was a really interesting element in the story.

I don't know how to truly express this in words (in text anyway) but it seems that the Sam/Quorra pairing as a whole has grown a lot over the short time the movie has been released. The ship has seemed to have become much deeper and is now exploring a more 'mature' relationship between Sam and Quorra (even a relationship triangle now that Dillinger has become involved!). I think that you have reflected this well in your writing and I look forward to reading more from you (again, as usual!) :)

*now for some flailing of my arms and a big fangirl hug for you* ♥ :D
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on January 30th, 2011 06:35 pm (UTC)
Oh yessssss!
Tee hee!

I agree with missalee's previous comment about users aging in the real world; it was a really interesting element in the story.
I was wondering how many others/if any had considered this, so I'm glad to have brought up a point you hadn't thought of. I'm kind of sad I thought of it at all, lol. Stories like that are so saaaaaaaaaaaaad. I blame my Doctor Who fangirl side for this.

it seems that the Sam/Quorra pairing as a whole has grown a lot over the short time the movie has been released. The ship has seemed to have become much deeper and is now exploring a more 'mature' relationship between Sam and Quorra
Has it? I've hardly been able to find any good quality fic for the pair, so it's hard for me to judge. But that's really good to hear, hopefully it'll continue doing so. Perhaps it's a sign of more awesome writers joining in! (YES PLEASE)

I think that you have reflected this well in your writing and I look forward to reading more from you (again, as usual!) :)
D'aaaawww, well thank you! I'm really glad you enjoyed this piece so much. Thanks for all the fab comments and the arm flailing and the big fangirl hug. :D You knows I appreciate it all!! ♥
Aislynn: Tron Legacy - Sam/Quorra distanceageless_aislynn on January 30th, 2011 07:59 am (UTC)
Awww, this is lovely! I really liked seeing the aspect of Users aging addressed like that. I think Sam would have to at least consider that fact and you handled it all very in character for the both of them. :D

Beautifully written, I enjoyed it so much! ♥♥♥!!!
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on January 30th, 2011 06:36 pm (UTC)
Yeah I blame my DW fangirl side for this. I don't know why else the idea would ever enter my head. xD I'm glad you liked the way it was addressed though and felt it was all in character. Thanks for reading and for the lovely comments, ais! ♥
♕ →knighting on January 30th, 2011 11:34 am (UTC)
this was so realistic and touching!
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on January 30th, 2011 06:36 pm (UTC)
Awwww thank you! I'm so glad you think so. :)
hankrehtaehhankrehtaeh on January 30th, 2011 09:11 pm (UTC)
Such a great story! I really loved how you wrote the two of them and I loved the progression of it all as well! Great job!
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on January 30th, 2011 11:46 pm (UTC)
Aww thanks so much, I'm glad you enjoyed it and how I write them. :)
Mara: Tron Legacy  - Warm. Radiant. Beautiful.nani1986 on January 30th, 2011 11:35 pm (UTC)
It never occurred to me that Quorra might be immortal. This just brings a whole new level of angst to their relationship. *pets them*

I'm glad that Sam was honest with himself and realized that he couldn't let her go at the end. It seems like Sam is a character who has enormous emotional issues and is probably not very sure of himself despite his cocky attitude. The only person he was truly attached to left him, so I can see why he'd want to give up Quorra to spare himself the heartache. And so she can be with someone who won't die on her.

This was beautiful, hon. Great stuff. I particularly loved the scene where she wouldn't let go of him at the bike.

Also, Creepy!Dillenger, BACK AWAY FROM QUORRA!
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on January 30th, 2011 11:55 pm (UTC)
It never occurred to me that Quorra might be immortal. This just brings a whole new level of angst to their relationship. *pets them*
Really? She might be an ISO but she's still a program. At least, as far as I interpreted it, unless the next movie says otherwise. But I'm glad it was a new thought for you and it added new angst levels to the ship for you, hee!

I'm glad that Sam was honest with himself and realized that he couldn't let her go at the end.
I just couldn't end it on a sad note. Plus, I don't think he'd be able to stay away from her like that, in all honesty.

It seems like Sam is a character who has enormous emotional issues and is probably not very sure of himself despite his cocky attitude.
I'm sure he's plenty confident in himself, just maybe not so much when in comes to meaningful relationships. That's the thing he's been missing since he was 7 (Alan aside, though even that seems to be something Sam was a little begrudging about).

The only person he was truly attached to left him, so I can see why he'd want to give up Quorra to spare himself the heartache. And so she can be with someone who won't die on her.
Yes and yes! I'm glad that all seemed in character and worked out right. Yaaay!

This was beautiful, hon. Great stuff. I particularly loved the scene where she wouldn't let go of him at the bike.
Thank you bb I'm so glad you enjoyed it. And whee, why am I not surprised you liked the bike snuggling best? ;D

Also, Creepy!Dillenger, BACK AWAY FROM QUORRA!
LOL! I bet Sam wanted to shout something similar. xD Hey I didn't make him too creepy at least, he was just innocently talking with her over coffee. ;)
noctaval: Tronnoctaval on January 31st, 2011 10:21 pm (UTC)
T_T Angst, delicious angst! I loved this. You bring up a really interesting point with Quorra's immortality, and I can see Sam reacting just like this. I like that although the 'problem' isn't solved, Sam decides to go with his heart and...take the good things with the hard things too. ♥
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on January 31st, 2011 10:41 pm (UTC)
Aaaaaaangst! ♥ As much as I was against angsting Sam/Quorra I still enjoyed writing it lots. I'm glad you found it so delicious. :D

And yes, I rarely can bring myself to leave my stories at sad endings, and I didn't find it very in character either, so. Happy ending! (sort of?)

Anyway I'm glad you enjoyed it, noctaval. Thanks for reading and for the great comments. :)
noctavalnoctaval on February 1st, 2011 12:40 am (UTC)
Bittersweet ending! Delicious like dark chocolate? xD

Thanks for writing ♥
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on February 1st, 2011 12:43 am (UTC)
Haha, dark chocolate works for me, it's my favorite! ♥

Maybe they'll find something in her ISO DNA that'll make Sam immortal too. Or something. xD
noctavalnoctaval on February 1st, 2011 12:55 am (UTC)
Yessss it is delicious shit now I want some

And everyone lives happily ever after :3
johnclark43 on February 1st, 2011 12:34 am (UTC)
I really loved this, I'll try not to echo what every else has said but rest assured I agree with most of their praise. I too am addicted to well written angst stories, they're by far my favorite and Sam is a character that so perfectly suites that mold I'm surprised more people haven't explored it like this. One thing I'll single out that I don't think other have is the subtle but significant use of Alan. One of the great things about Bruce Boxleiter is that he hardly has to say anything, just picturing him in a scene adds a Zen like precense, and when he actually says or does something it's so calm and considered that it's the perfect tonic for the whirling emotions that Sam is struggling to control. I really do enjoy it when his character is used with such brilliant subtlety as that fraternal figure, not really questioning who or what Quorra is but just knowing instantly that she's good for Sam and that he should help her help Sam.
johnclark43 on February 1st, 2011 12:37 am (UTC)
Paternal, not fraternal.
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on February 1st, 2011 12:52 am (UTC)
I too am addicted to well written angst stories, they're by far my favorite and Sam is a character that so perfectly suites that mold I'm surprised more people haven't explored it like this.
Haha, maybe they just don't want to angst up the perfectly adorable happy fluff, like I didn't want to. xD

One thing I'll single out that I don't think other have is the subtle but significant use of Alan.
Thank you so much for all your comments here on this. I was really close to not writing that tiny tidbit and I'm so glad that all that serene quality of Alan came through in such a short exchange, 'cause that's exactly what I wanted. Yaaay!

Thank you loads for reading and for the great comments, johnclark43, I appreciate it lots. :) I'm glad you enjoyed the story!
johnclark43 on February 1st, 2011 01:33 am (UTC)
Angst > fluff, so much more compelling.

As for the Alan bits, I meant what I said about him not even having to converse to have an effect, just picturing him sitting with Quorra talking adds a calming sort of air, most people would probably be uncomfortable around Quorra's niece innocence but knowing it's Alan makes it easy to see how comfortable that scene would be and how it would effect Sam. The scene with Alan and Sam talking was also well balanced, providing just the right amount of calm to keep the angst from getting to soured, while also not getting the type of resolution he needed to get from Quorra.

I hope you keep writing stuff like this.
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on February 1st, 2011 01:44 am (UTC)
Oh, oops! *facepalm* You were talking about the coffee scene, hee! I really hope we get to see Quorra and Alan interact in the next movie, I just think it would be completely awesome and kind of adorable. :)

Haha you never know, it depends on what my muse brings me. But yeah, I'd love to keep writing for this fandom and this pair definitely.
johnclark43 on February 1st, 2011 01:57 am (UTC)
I was referring to both scenes, they were both well written and made great use of his character in a subtle way.
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on February 2nd, 2011 01:48 am (UTC)
D'aaw, well thank you. :) I shall have to use Alan in my fic more often!
Spacebabiespacebabie on February 1st, 2011 03:16 am (UTC)
Cute story, so nice and sweet.
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on February 1st, 2011 04:35 am (UTC)
Aw thanks, glad you liked it. :)
Brightdreamer (Mel): tron - quorra fighting stancebrightdreamer on February 1st, 2011 07:17 pm (UTC)
So very nice! It adds an interesting aspect to their relationship that I'm sure not a lot of people would have thought about. (Heck, I don't even know if Disney will address it...) I'd kind of assumed that Quorra became "human" or at least mortal upon leaving the Grid, but it's probably true that she's still a program, and still has her digital DNA which would include not aging. Very nicely done.
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on February 2nd, 2011 01:48 am (UTC)
It adds an interesting aspect to their relationship that I'm sure not a lot of people would have thought about. (Heck, I don't even know if Disney will address it...)
Yeah I totally blame the Doctor Who fangirl in me. I used to write like crazy for that fandom and the main ship kind of had that issue in spades. I hope Disney doesn't address it, tbh, I don't really want this level angst in my Sam/Quorra, lol. xD

I'd kind of assumed that Quorra became "human" or at least mortal upon leaving the Grid, but it's probably true that she's still a program, and still has her digital DNA which would include not aging.
I'm seeing such reasoning in a lot of fic, but I don't agree with it. If Users remain human in the digital world, why should it be any different for programs being in the real world? :/ Makes no sense to me for Quorra to be anything but a program. Plus, how would her ISO DNA help change the world if she becomes human? xD

Anyway! I'm glad you enjoyed the story, thank you for all the nice comments. :)
Johnalostarkeo on March 17th, 2011 12:55 am (UTC)
Best Sam/Quorra fic I've ever read! Hand down! :D
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on March 18th, 2011 02:41 am (UTC)
Oh, wow! What a compliment. *blushes* Thank you, thank you so much! I'm really glad you enjoyed it so much. :D

iluvaqtiluvaqt on March 29th, 2011 04:38 am (UTC)
Gorgeous insight into how their relationship would have developed after the exit to the User world.

“You’re all that I have, Sam. Both here and in the Grid. You’re... everything.”

^ Darn nearly broke my heart. Knew it had to have broken through the scrambled mess surrounding his. ;)
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on March 30th, 2011 12:38 am (UTC)
Aw thanks for all the lovely comments! I'm glad you liked it. :)
B.: (art) day of deadi_am_negotiable on May 3rd, 2011 03:30 pm (UTC)
I've just recently come across all your Sam/Quorra stories, and I'm hooked! They're the most in character I've seen for sure. Really love them, and can't wait for more!
humansrsuperior: TRON: Sam/Quorra_face2facehumansrsuperior on May 4th, 2011 12:31 am (UTC)
OOoh well I'm thrilled you're enjoying them so much, and that you like my characterization of them. :D Yay! Thank you so much for reading and for these lovely comments! You've brightened up my day. :D