Random Short Tron Fic
Because I said a long time ago that I was going to try to be better about actually submitting stuff to communities and... apparently that was a lie. Not on purpose! Mostly. I've got gathering and editing to do, first. Anyway. Short saccharine sweet pre-Legacy Tron and Flynn kissy romancy kind of thing. (Legacy kind of re-kindled an obsession that was already beneath the surface and ready to explode outward, it seems.)
How it came up was hardly remembered. In those times that he visited the programs immediately following his introduction to the freaky neon light show that was the inside of a computer, Flynn always managed to be found by Tron almost immediately. It was kind of nice, having a personal escort and all (not that Kevin would let that go to his head, no never), but it made for a lot of awkward pauses. All of his "Flynn-isms" were completely and totally lost on programs. It was like trying to talk to his father about what he was doing with his life or something. Somehow along the way, he'd accidentally been a jackass and mentioned something about how Tron should take a day off. And use it to kiss Yori. Because it was worth indulging in as often as possible. Yeah, total jackass. The friendly smile that had been on the program's face completely vanished. "You... kissed Yori?" Oh. Shit. "She kissed me!" Flynn defended as best he could--which was pretty pathetic, but he was waiting for Tron to throw a punch so he could duck and run. Hey, always worked in the arcade. No punches, though. Just a quietly dejected, "Did she?" Oh no. No no no, he was not going to be the cause of depression for a program. Instead, he tried to force a laugh to lighten the mood. "What? Are you jealous?" Tron looked away. "No, of course not." Nail on the head. His mouth opened with disbelief, genuine laughter following soon after. "Oh no. You're jealous. Defender of the Users is jealous of a little 'at least we're still alive' kiss." When the program essentially crossed his arms and pouted, Kevin couldn't help but laugh harder. "Aw, c'mon man! I didn't mean anything by it. It just happened!" There was a noise that sounded suspiciously like a quiet "humph", but nothing else from Tron. He still refused to even look at the User. "Oh geez, come on." The laughter was a little softer, hoping the program might join in. "There's nothing to be jealous of, I promise. We were grateful to be alive, that's all." Tron finally looked at him, alright--with the slightest bit of accusation. "Really?" "I swear it. On... on anything. On the mainframe of, like... --Dude, I promise!" But when Tron continued to look less than convinced, he sighed and threw his hands up. "Well if you're so concerned about it, then why don't you take that kiss back?" As if Flynn wasn't confusing enough... "Take... the kiss back?" "Well yeah! I mean... it kind of makes sense, doesn't it?" Kevin paused for a moment, then realized that he wasn't going to get an answer. "Someone stole a kiss and is very sorry about that, so now you should go steal it back! Get going, man! No time like the present!" He gaped at Flynn, arms slowly uncrossing and resting at his sides. "You think that would be... welcome?" "Yeah! Who wouldn't be thrilled to have the conquering hero steal back a kiss? It'll be big, man! Fireworks and hearts and streamers and... well, all that other stuff that you probably have no idea about from the look you're giving me." That was true. He had no idea what Flynn was going on about most of the time, but his assurance was enough. Taking a step forward, Tron's arms wrapped around the User's waist. And Kevin... just stared. Before he had the chance to collect his thoughts and settle upon words, Tron's deceptively soft lips were pressed against his own to temporarily silence every last thought he was capable of having. The realization hit very, very slowly, a little like that kiss. But when it did finally occur to him just what Tron had actually been talking about--or just who he'd been referring to--it hit very, very hard. The moment that kiss ended, he was left with only one thing to say. "Oh." Tilting his head, Tron actually looked a bit amused. "'Oh?'" "I thought... you know..." Kevin was still sort of scrambling for thought, nevermind words. "You and Yori were, um... making sweet code together." The program raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "We chose different sectors, in the end." Flynn was silent for a long moment, seeming to think the whole thing over. "Well... hell." He decided upon answering, resting his hands on Tron's shoulders. "I've had shit luck with relationships in my world, so what the hell, let's try this." The words were joking, light--but the slightly relieved smile beneath that grin wasn't fooling anyone. "Hey, um... not to be rude here, but are you anatomically correct?" Tron didn't quite seem to know how to answer at first. "Is my User anatomically correct?" He snorted. Well, sometimes Alan seemed like he had a stick shoved up his ass, but that wasn't really an answer. "In theory..." There was another shrug, a bit more deliberate. "What is it you say sometimes? 'Only one way to find out?'" Flynn broke their contact just long enough to sling an arm over Tron's neck as they started walking. "Yeah, I think this'll be interesting."