Disclaimer: I do not own TRON. Disney owns TRON. I just enjoy watching the movies and coming up with adventures for the characters. The only character that belongs to me is Claire. Also, I have only seen Tron and Tron: Legacy. I haven't played Evolution yet. End of line.

TRON: Reboot

Ch. 1

"I had another dream. And like last time, he was in it." Claire looked out to the coast, her hands clasped together and a smile on her face.

"Claire, I really think you're looking at this way too much. They're just dreams about a video game." Brent, Claire's best friend since they were in diapers, had his hands shoved into the pockets of his windbreakers, eyeing her.

"I feel them, Brent! I'm not just watching, I'm in the action. Running, jumping, flying, I'm actually doing it!"

"Well when you say 'he' was in it, do you mean-?"

"Tron, yes! Tron was there, he was next to me. He fought along side me. It was amazing! But something was wrong. Something was troubling him. I could feel it."

"What could possibly trouble a video game character?" Brent rolled his eyes and looked out to the water.

"You're not helping. I wanted to explain this to you, but it seems you're not going to help at all."

"I'm sorry, Claire, it's just that I think these dreams are kind of like fantasies and you're becoming obsessed with them. It's not healthy to become so attached to dreams like this. Especially when they're never going to happen."

Claire broke her eyes away from the waves breaking on the rocks under the bridge and glared at him. "Obviously you don't read much, do you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Brent retorted.

"I'm saying that you must not remember Kevin Flynn at all, the mastermind behind Tron and Encom. The theories, remember?"

Brent merely shrugged at her. Sighing, Claire went on to explain.

"Kevin Flynn was the computer genius who designed the games Tron and Space Paranoids. He was most importantly, though, Encom's brightest computer engineer, the company's uprising star who eventually became head of the whole thing. After his work was stolen, he disappeared. And many theories from inside the company were that he was actually able to program himself into the game. They theorized that he programmed himself inside and went into a permanent sleep out in this world until he could return with a new idea that would bring him back and put him on top. And I think it's possible. I think he is inside the game, working on a way to change the world."

Brent stared at her. It was a minute before he blinked and said a word. "Well," he said, rubbing his shoulder, "it could be possible. I mean look at the technology we have today. They make games where you control the ball with your brain waves."

"Brent, I'm serious! I think Flynn is stuck inside the game and both he and Tron are in trouble or are in danger."

"But why would you of all the people in the world have a dreams about it?"

Claire thought for a minute. She didn't know why these dreams came to her or why she felt the way she did. She didn't even know Kevin Flynn personally. To add to it, Brent was right about Tron: he was only a computer program. So why did she feel so strongly about them both?

"I don't know." She was talking to both Brent and herself. "I don't know why I feel the way I do or why I have the dreams. I just do, and I feel like I have to pursue this further."

"Well, just be careful, alright? I know you take things to their fullest potential and you can go overboard. So just be careful, Claire." He turned his back to her to walk back home.

"Brent?"

He stopped and turned back around. "What?"

"There's one other thing. Do you have another minute?"

"Well I guess so. What's up?"

"There's something else. In these dreams, there's another name that comes up."

"Another name?" Brent now put his hands on the railing. He gave Claire a confused expression.

"Yeah, and I think it has a connection with Kevin Flynn."

"Why?"

Claire looked at him hard. She had to get it out and try to explain it. "Because the name I keep hearing is Flynn. Sam Flynn."

Brent's mood switched. He went from critical to pondering.

Claire went on. "There's a light, a bright stream of light. And I hear Kevin Flynn yelling, 'Go Sam! You have to! I can't hold him off forever and you have to leave now and take her with you! She's the solution!' And then Tron begins to yell, too. 'Sam Flynn, the User! You must obey the Creator's demands and go! He has faith in you, Sam Flynn!' And then nothing. It all goes blank. All I hear is the sounds of waves crashing. I don't know what it means, but I'm sure this Sam person has something to do with Kevin Flynn."

"Sam Flynn..." Brent was now looking like he was thinking hard on something. "Of course! Don't you remember?"

"Remember?"

"Yes! When Flynn disappeared, TIME magazine, the news, pretty much everyone did a write-up or special on him. Sam Flynn was Kevin Flynn's son. Sam was only twelve when his father disappeared. He was supposed to take over the company, but no one knows where he is now. He kind of just... disappeared, too."

Claire nodded and looked at Brent. She zipped up her black track jacket and put her hands in her pockets. "Then it's official. I have to find him. I have to find Sam Flynn."