Thankyou for all the lovely reviews and feedback! ^_^ I've never written for fanfiction before so it's been great hearing your opinions. Also, I know to some of you find that it's odd that I lack detail, or the sentances seem short and choppy, but I have done this purposely. I see Quorra as very naive and inexperienced to the user-world, so I lacked in detail and used choppy sentances to construct her character. Hope this makes a bit more sense to you all :P

Hope you enjoy this chapter, I had a great time writing it.

Merry Christmas from Australia!

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Heart

I have the same dream for several nights in a row. Each time I close my eyes, I see that same memory replaying itself over and over and over. Sometimes, Clu is so close to me that I can almost feel the sensation of his hand brushing against my skin. It feels like bugs...

The worst part is how it ends, always the same. My mentor, my friend, the great Kevin Flynn, disintergrating before my very eyes. On some nights, the vision is so clear that I see him look at me before the explosion, and I see betrayal and pain in his face. I want to scream.

After a number of nights, I decide that I hate sleep, and force myself to stay awake during the nights.

Sam thinks that his world is making me sick. I can feel him staring at me when he returns to his home from Encom each day, staring at the dark circles that have appeared under my eyes, and noticing the lack of focus that I have on anything. We argue. He tells me that he would like to send me into a new programed Grid, but I refuse.

My head hurts. My eyes ache. I need to re-charge...but I can't! I can't see that memory again.

So I stay awake. Each User day is the same, Sam goes to Encom, I stay and read his books, we make very little conversation...

I am standing at the portal again. Sam is with me, his fingers digging tightly into my sides, holding me close.

'Quorra...Quorra!'

There is my mentor! He is there! I can reach out to him...almost...I can grab his hand! He's so close! Sam is yelling, yelling for his father with me.

And suddenly he is a million miles away. All that follows is total destruction.

'Dad...DAD!'

Sam's strained voice cuts through my dreaming like a blade. It startles me, forcing me to return to reality, where I sit bolt-up-right, and toss the sheets to the floor. The silence that follows rings through my ears.

'No...please...Dad...you can...,' I realise that his voice is cracked...almost like a muffled cry. I frown deeply at the thought of Sam crying, so I step onto the cold concrete floor that is Sam's home, and make my way through the darkness over to where he is sleeping.

I study him for a moment, watching liquid trickling down his forehead and soaking the clothing of his upper body. He mumbles something that I can't quite make out, before turning away from me to face the other side of the bed.

Before I realise what I am doing, I have climbed onto the other side of the bed beside Sam, my back towards him.

I'm not sure what it is, but I am reminded of the first day I saw the Sun, when I felt like my entire existence depended upon him.

I close my eyes. A large amount of seconds pass by.

'Quorra?'

I turn and come face to face with Sam. His nose is but an inch away from mine, I can see the little brown dots that sprinkle over it. I notice that his eyes are blue...like mine. We stare at eachother for a while, the lack of communication that we have had over the past few days is taking it's toll.

I watch Sam's eyes move slightly away from mine, before he lifts a hand to wipe a single tear that has began to roll down my cheek.

'I had a bad dream,' I whisper.

His eyes move upwards towards my own, regarding me for a moment. 'Yeah...me too,' Sam replies. 'Come here.'

He slowly opens his arms and pulls me into them, so that my head is resting on his chest. His body is warm, and I immediatly find it comforting. I have never been this close to another person before.

I close my eyes, and listen to the gentle rhythm that is inside him. It takes me by surprise, and I lift my head slightly.

'Heh...' Sam's laugh cuts through the calm pulsing . 'Guess you've never heard a heartbeat before have you...'

I smile to myself, and place my head once again over the foreign yet beautiful sound..."thump...thump...thump.' It is almost comforting.

Sam's fingers gently begin to make patterns around my temple and along the curves of my face. My eyes begin to droop. My limbs feel heavy. I realise I am exhausted.

'You're so warm,' I mumble, just before the gentle rhythm of his heart drifts me into a dreamless sleep.