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Title: Stimulation
Fandom: TRON/TRON Legacy
Warnings: Awkwardness between User and program
Who: TRON, Alan, brief appearance by Flynn
Two figures sat in a dimly illuminated chamber, which served as an office for the User Alan_1. One of the figures was the User himself, leaning back comfortably on the low couch against the far wall. His clothing befit what one envisioned for the creator of TRON. His long cloak was draped over the arm of the couch beside him as he looked over a series of code for his security program.
The User shifted a little, aware of the unwavering stare of his program sitting at attention just a few feet from him. It still fascinated and unnerved him that the program shared his face from when he’d been created. TRON had more muscle on him than Alan had ever had, if a program could have muscle. Flynn had failed to properly define that sort of thing which meant he probably didn’t know himself.
TRON’s head was cocked slightly as he watched Alan_1 work. His eyes roamed on occasion, over fitted shirt which cut at the waist and laid over Alan’s thighs, over the pants that had been describe as “slacks” by Flynn, back up to focus on the User’s graying hair, brushed back off the man’s face. TRON had yet to figure out why Alan_1 would raise his hand and push a finger against the bridge of his nose which was always followed by an exasperated sigh. TRON found that his interest waned from the coding Alan_1 was working on to the white circuitry which ran along his clothing.
The security program leaned forward and reached out his left hand to lightly, almost reverently, touch a circuit that ran across Alan_1’s shoulder. The User took his slate colored eyes off the translucent pad in his hands to glance over at the younger version of himself. TRON’s hand dropped suddenly and he straightened himself once more. Alan quirked a brow at the other, but neither said anything. He waited another moment, but when TRON kept his silence he went back to work.
Calling upon the limited knowledge he had about Users and their physique TRON lifted his hand again and this time ran his glowing fingers through the back of his User’s hair. Instinctually Alan moved away, to many nights of Flynn, messing around, having pulled the same move engrained in his memory. “TRON, what?” Alan asked as he looked at the program.
He hadn’t expected to find a startled and panicked expression on the normally stoic program’s face. It didn’t look right and he wasn’t sure if that was because it was his face or if it was because it was TRON. “I’m sorry Alan_1,” TRON replied.
Sometimes dealing with programs was a bit like dealing with Sam. They were all in awe of Flynn and himself, they had a curiosity that couldn’t be curbed, and absolutely no concept of personal space. Alan took a calming breath before addressing his program. “It’s fine. But TRON if you have a question, just ask.”
The security program’s “T” shaped circuits as well as those on his pectorals shifted in color from the blue-white they normally were to magenta. It reminded Alan of someone blushing. When he studied TRON’s face he realized that that was exactly what it was. He blinked in confusion wondering what on earth TRON wanted to know that had him embarrassed. He hadn’t even thought that programs could get embarrassed.
“TRON?” Alan ventured carefully. Strange as it seemed he didn’t want to make the other uncomfortable.
TRON rolled his shoulders before he moved right beside the User. He boldly reached out and pressed his right index finger firmly against a node on Alan’s chest. “Do you feel that?”
“Yes,” Alan answered bewildered.
“But it doesn’t… Cause a reaction?” TRON tried to explain.
“No.” The User still wasn’t sure why TRON was asking. “Why? Does it cause one in you?”
The program avoided the question, running the fingers of his other hand through Alan’s hair once more. The User tried to pull away at first, but when he realized what TRON was attempting to do he allowed it. “And this?”
“I can feel it. It’s…” Here Alan hedged a little. “It’s soothing.”
“You like it?”
“I suppose I do. TRON, why are you asking?” Alan felt that he was fundamentally missing the point of his program’s attentions.
“Users are different,” he answered. Yes, that much was blaringly apparent from the moment Alan first stepped onto the Grid with Flynn. TRON could see by the quizzical look in his User’s eyes that he wasn’t properly explaining himself. "You’re even different than Flynn. He will lean into my touch if I stroke his hair. You pull away.”
It figured Flynn would… Wait what had TRON just said? “Why are you stroking Flynn’s hair?”
“It relaxes or distracts him; often both.” A straight-forward, matter-of-fact answer. It had Alan at even more of a loss. It wasn’t surprising information to discover about his friend. Flynn was easily driven to distraction. When the silence began to linger a little too long Alan assumed it meant that TRON would divulge no more on the subject. It was just as well as he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know, though he’d probably tell Flynn to knock it off all the same. TRON was not made for… That.
Silence had fallen between the pair, but TRON had not moved away from Alan. He was still a little too close and that stare of his was more penetrating and distracting than ever. Stubbornly the man resumed his work. If he could tune Flynn out he could do the same with TRON. Or at least he thought he could.
The Grid had often surprised Alan beyond his wildest expectations even when he stopped having any. “Program stimulation is universal,” TRON announced. The User looked up from his pad, the grid on it promptly faltering. His eyes widened in surprise as he watched TRON lift a finger to the “T” shaped circuits and stroke over them. They brightened, flaring almost as white as his own circuits before fading into the same magenta as earlier. "See?"
Before TRON could proceed in his demonstration Alan reached over and gently took a hold of TRON's wrist, pulling it away from his circuits. "I see." He tried his best to keep his voice neutral. He knew his program meant no offense, though he suspected the same could not be said for Flynn.
Thankfully TRON seemed satisfied and the topic died away to an uncomfortable, yet familiar silence once more.
---
Alan rose from his chair in the board room after the rest of the employees had filtered out save Flynn. The computer genius was reading over one of the many items on his afternoon agenda. Alan walked towards the door, rounding behind the CEO’s chair. He reached up and smacked the back of the man’s head.
Flynn balked at the smack, swiveling around in his chair to look after Alan as the programmer continued to walk. “What the hell was that for?!”
“Corrupting my program,” Alan answered as he exited the room, wide smile on his face.
Fandom: TRON/TRON Legacy
Warnings: Awkwardness between User and program
Who: TRON, Alan, brief appearance by Flynn
Two figures sat in a dimly illuminated chamber, which served as an office for the User Alan_1. One of the figures was the User himself, leaning back comfortably on the low couch against the far wall. His clothing befit what one envisioned for the creator of TRON. His long cloak was draped over the arm of the couch beside him as he looked over a series of code for his security program.
The User shifted a little, aware of the unwavering stare of his program sitting at attention just a few feet from him. It still fascinated and unnerved him that the program shared his face from when he’d been created. TRON had more muscle on him than Alan had ever had, if a program could have muscle. Flynn had failed to properly define that sort of thing which meant he probably didn’t know himself.
TRON’s head was cocked slightly as he watched Alan_1 work. His eyes roamed on occasion, over fitted shirt which cut at the waist and laid over Alan’s thighs, over the pants that had been describe as “slacks” by Flynn, back up to focus on the User’s graying hair, brushed back off the man’s face. TRON had yet to figure out why Alan_1 would raise his hand and push a finger against the bridge of his nose which was always followed by an exasperated sigh. TRON found that his interest waned from the coding Alan_1 was working on to the white circuitry which ran along his clothing.
The security program leaned forward and reached out his left hand to lightly, almost reverently, touch a circuit that ran across Alan_1’s shoulder. The User took his slate colored eyes off the translucent pad in his hands to glance over at the younger version of himself. TRON’s hand dropped suddenly and he straightened himself once more. Alan quirked a brow at the other, but neither said anything. He waited another moment, but when TRON kept his silence he went back to work.
Calling upon the limited knowledge he had about Users and their physique TRON lifted his hand again and this time ran his glowing fingers through the back of his User’s hair. Instinctually Alan moved away, to many nights of Flynn, messing around, having pulled the same move engrained in his memory. “TRON, what?” Alan asked as he looked at the program.
He hadn’t expected to find a startled and panicked expression on the normally stoic program’s face. It didn’t look right and he wasn’t sure if that was because it was his face or if it was because it was TRON. “I’m sorry Alan_1,” TRON replied.
Sometimes dealing with programs was a bit like dealing with Sam. They were all in awe of Flynn and himself, they had a curiosity that couldn’t be curbed, and absolutely no concept of personal space. Alan took a calming breath before addressing his program. “It’s fine. But TRON if you have a question, just ask.”
The security program’s “T” shaped circuits as well as those on his pectorals shifted in color from the blue-white they normally were to magenta. It reminded Alan of someone blushing. When he studied TRON’s face he realized that that was exactly what it was. He blinked in confusion wondering what on earth TRON wanted to know that had him embarrassed. He hadn’t even thought that programs could get embarrassed.
“TRON?” Alan ventured carefully. Strange as it seemed he didn’t want to make the other uncomfortable.
TRON rolled his shoulders before he moved right beside the User. He boldly reached out and pressed his right index finger firmly against a node on Alan’s chest. “Do you feel that?”
“Yes,” Alan answered bewildered.
“But it doesn’t… Cause a reaction?” TRON tried to explain.
“No.” The User still wasn’t sure why TRON was asking. “Why? Does it cause one in you?”
The program avoided the question, running the fingers of his other hand through Alan’s hair once more. The User tried to pull away at first, but when he realized what TRON was attempting to do he allowed it. “And this?”
“I can feel it. It’s…” Here Alan hedged a little. “It’s soothing.”
“You like it?”
“I suppose I do. TRON, why are you asking?” Alan felt that he was fundamentally missing the point of his program’s attentions.
“Users are different,” he answered. Yes, that much was blaringly apparent from the moment Alan first stepped onto the Grid with Flynn. TRON could see by the quizzical look in his User’s eyes that he wasn’t properly explaining himself. "You’re even different than Flynn. He will lean into my touch if I stroke his hair. You pull away.”
It figured Flynn would… Wait what had TRON just said? “Why are you stroking Flynn’s hair?”
“It relaxes or distracts him; often both.” A straight-forward, matter-of-fact answer. It had Alan at even more of a loss. It wasn’t surprising information to discover about his friend. Flynn was easily driven to distraction. When the silence began to linger a little too long Alan assumed it meant that TRON would divulge no more on the subject. It was just as well as he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know, though he’d probably tell Flynn to knock it off all the same. TRON was not made for… That.
Silence had fallen between the pair, but TRON had not moved away from Alan. He was still a little too close and that stare of his was more penetrating and distracting than ever. Stubbornly the man resumed his work. If he could tune Flynn out he could do the same with TRON. Or at least he thought he could.
The Grid had often surprised Alan beyond his wildest expectations even when he stopped having any. “Program stimulation is universal,” TRON announced. The User looked up from his pad, the grid on it promptly faltering. His eyes widened in surprise as he watched TRON lift a finger to the “T” shaped circuits and stroke over them. They brightened, flaring almost as white as his own circuits before fading into the same magenta as earlier. "See?"
Before TRON could proceed in his demonstration Alan reached over and gently took a hold of TRON's wrist, pulling it away from his circuits. "I see." He tried his best to keep his voice neutral. He knew his program meant no offense, though he suspected the same could not be said for Flynn.
Thankfully TRON seemed satisfied and the topic died away to an uncomfortable, yet familiar silence once more.
---
Alan rose from his chair in the board room after the rest of the employees had filtered out save Flynn. The computer genius was reading over one of the many items on his afternoon agenda. Alan walked towards the door, rounding behind the CEO’s chair. He reached up and smacked the back of the man’s head.
Flynn balked at the smack, swiveling around in his chair to look after Alan as the programmer continued to walk. “What the hell was that for?!”
“Corrupting my program,” Alan answered as he exited the room, wide smile on his face.
