Just something that popped into my head after seeing the new movie and refused to go away. I mean seriously, am I the only one who thought Rinzler/Tron kinda sounded like a kitten trying to impersonate Darth Vader?

EDIT: Can't believe I missed the miss-spell on Rinzler's name. My spellcheck does weird things sometimes. Thanks to everyone who pointed it out.

The world of the grid sped by.

Three light cycles danced through the landscape, chasing each other, playing, tagging.

Clu knew they should be working, but this was always such fun. Something he'd gotten from his Creator, no doubt, as the race had been Flynn's idea.

Finally, they stopped on a cliff overlooking the city.

Their city.

Their system.

None of them spoke, taking in the site. The only sound was the sweet purring of their cycle's engines.

"Isn't it beautiful?" asked Flynn at last.

Beautiful yes, but not Perfect. Not yet.

Suddenly, Clu realized that the soft rumbling sound he'd been hearing was not coming from a cycle engine, but from the program next to him.

A muffled chuckle told him that his Creator had noticed as well.

The purring stopped short as Tron glared at Flynn.

"I'm sorry man, but that is never going to not be funny."

Clu rolled his eyes. That ridiculous noise Tron made at times never failed to make the User laugh.

"I'm so glad I amuse you, Kevinflynn," Tron muttered.

He wasn't really upset, of course. Tron could never be upset with Flynn. He worshipped the man as much as he did his own User.

Clu resisted the urge to roll his eyes again.

It was a bit funny, he supposed. He hadn't been created yet, the first time that sound had sent Flynn into a fit of laughter, but he had the memories of it, and of when Flynn had tried to explain about Felines once he'd caught his breath.

Tron, the all-powerful security program, the warrior supreme, purred.

It never failed to drive Clu up a wall.

It was a strange sound, not something a program should be making. It made him sound as though he were broken.

Imperfect.

He itched to fix it, but he knew neither Flynn nor Tron would appreciate it.

And, he thought, he himself might actually miss it.

"Come'on," Clu said at last, "We really should be working."

"Yeah you're right," said Flynn.

Clu turned his cycle around to start back. He looked over his shoulder at his companions, and threw them a smile.

"Race ya!"

He sped away, leaving Flynn and Tron in the dust, but only for the briefest moment.

Soon all three were tearing across the terrain again, laughing all the way.

"My Lord?"

Jarvis' voice snapped Clu out of his reverie.

He loathed the sniveling little program. There was no doubt in Clu's mind that the coward would abandon him in a nano-second, should it be the better option.

"My Lord, the rebels have been defeated."

"I can see that," he snapped.

Oh yes, he could see that.

Jarvis would never come out in the open while the fighting was still ongoing, and he could see Rinzler, his perfect Rinzler, wading through the remains of the derezzed towards them.

Jarvis flinched, as he always did, as everyone did, when Rinzler came near.

Everyone but Clu.

Rinzler came up to his master's side, and Clu could hear that sound.

That sweet, perfect sound.

That sound that let him remember a time before betrayal, a time when there were three, instead of one.

It made him remember that this was all for the completion of his purpose.

"Let's go." Clu said.

And beside him, Rinzler, his perfect Rinzler, purred.