Authour's Note: Bleh, do I feel bad and apologize once again, it took me so long to write this chapter out only to produce something I feel is more filler than plot. I wanted the chapter to be longer, but I felt it was a good point to stop and anything further wouldn't flow right. Please Review, it does help.

This was it. After months of sifting through scattered data and fractured code, Sam had finally found his father.

Sam and Quorra had put their plan into action a while ago, something for Sam to plot out to keep him from going crazy. If they were to find Kevin, which they had, then they would take his code to the arcade and re-integrate him through the laser.

It was a simple, yet solid course of action.

If Quorra, a program who'd never been outside the Grid, could materialize into the User world perfectly, then why couldn't Kevin Flynn, a man who was originally human?

The only problem had been the laser itself. Sam had left it in Flynn's Arcade, not even momentarily thinking it would be safe at Encom, but that left the young Flynn with few options on how to study the machine in order to understand how it worked. Sam didn't want to go in over his head with something he didn't understand, only to have it blow up in his face.

Quorra had offered the idea of asking Alan, since him and his wife Lora had worked with the laser, Laura being there from the beginning.

Sam had wanted to. He wanted to call his father's best friend over, sit him down, and tell the older programmer everything that transpired in the Grid over a couple of beers. But Sam couldn't. Giving the unlikely possibility that Alan believed him, the last thing Sam wanted to do was get Alan's and Lora's hopes up, he could barely stand to have his own. The two had been devastated over Kevin Flynn's disappearance, Lora ending up angry at Kevin just leaving everyone without a word, including his son, and Alan with hope that someday Kevin would come back with an explanation to it all.

So Sam said nothing to his almost-father and did what he did best; break into Encom and steal information.

Well, not so much break into Encom as just breaking into Alan's office and shuffling through his old filing cabinet and taking the folder that held all the knowledge man had on the laser.

This lead Quorra and Sam to pour over the contents of the folder, both committing themselves to its information, which brought the two back to the arcade, drive holding Kevin Flynn in hand.

Sam was nervous as Quorra uploaded his father's code to an empty port where they would be able to retrieve him from through the laser. Every awful scenario played itself through the blonde man's mind.

'What if the laser breaks down? What if his dad suffered some kind of memory loss? What if his code was forever stuck inside a computer? What if this almost works? What if this doesn't work at all?'

"Sam."

Quorra's cool voice broke him from the vicious cycle his thoughts were forming.

"Sorry, what?" The ISO's eyes drifted down and Sam's own followed hers; his hands were shaking like mad.

Quorra stepped in front of him and gently covered his hands with her petite ones, ceasing their trembling. The brunette girl looked him square in the eye, her gaze never faulting and said the words that loaned Sam her confidence:

"I'm worried to, but everything will be fine."

Sam had to crack a smile. "Looks like dad's Zen stuff rubbed off on you, you're abnormally calm for someone who says they're worried."

Quorra shrugged and returned his smile, moving back to the screen to monitor their progress.

It wasn't too long after that when Quorra announced that Kevin's code was done uploading and all the sequences for the laser were in place.

"All that's left,' she said, 'is for that key to be pressed. It will activate the laser, which should essentially download Kevin Flynn into this world."

Sam eyed the Enter key warily, but with all the inner strength he'd held onto over all this time to find his father, Sam Flynn's finger fell upon the key. Off to the side Sam saw the laser charging up, lights beginning to blink in a rapid succession as he and Quorra moved further away from the machine.

A familiar, blinding light encompassed the room and Sam had to shut his eyes. Mere moments passed and Sam was aware that the light was dimming, but didn't dare open his eyes. Quorra's hand suddenly slid into his and he gripped hers back, taking the comfort.

With courage, two blue eyes slowly opened and Sam became aware of two things; Quorra's eyes were still firmly shut, and there was another person in the room with them.

Sam nudged Quorra and the young ISO opened her eyes, joining Sam in staring at the man who wasn't there before.

The man had his back to them, but Sam could see him checking his arms, chest, face, testing to see if he was truly solid, really there.

However, when the man turned around, facing Sam and Quorra, The young Flynn's heart not only sunk, but went into a panicked frenzy. The man that stood before them had Kevin Flynn's face, but it was not the wrinkled, grayed face of Sam's father and Quorra's mentor, it was the face of the man Sam remembered from twenty years ago, the face of Clu.

'We made a mistake, we brought back Clu. Did we miss-read Clu's code for my dad's? What did we do? No! No, no, no, no!'

Before Sam had the chance to contemplate what to do next, whether it be to attack or run, the Kevin look-a-like spoke.

" . . . Sam?" The voice that spoke struck Sam to a pause. It held no malice, no arrogance, no false compassion. It was a confused voice, unsure yet hopeful, coated with disbelief. Clu's face could never be so open, nor his voice ever give so much away. Sam didn't know how or why he was seeing his father the same as the last day he'd ever been seen, but he knew he man he was looking at was his father.

" . . . Hey,' Sam had regained his voice, as coarse as it now sounded. 'You look, so, so . . ."

"Young?" His dad finished, emotion welling up in his voice as it was in Sam's.

" . . .Yeah."

And with that, Sam slowly went over to his dad and embraced him, much like he had on The Grid, except now he was holding on tighter, his father's arms holding him just as strongly, both with tears threatening to fall.

And for that moment, Sam was no longer Samuel Alan Flynn, owner of the multi-billion dollar Encom, breaching out from his father's shadow and stamping his own legacy on the world.

No, now he was little Sammy, the boy his dad had put to bed that night promising to play teams the next day at the arcade, the same boy who eagerly awaited his dad's return, only to miss him for the next twenty years, finally getting the reunion with his father that the strangeness of the Grid hadn't allowed.

A small cough caught the twos attention. Both looked over to see Quorra, head slightly bowed with tears trailing down her face.

"C'mere kiddo."

Quorra looked up to see Kevin Flynn holding out an arm for her, eyes glistening from indescribable joy.

The young ISO ran to him, nearly knocking both Flynn's over on impact. Quorra hugged the Creator, her mentor, the man that had been as much her father as he'd been Sam's.

There the three stood; Sam happy to have his father back, Quorra happy to have her teacher back, and Kevin Flynn just happy to be back. While having a man who'd been missing for two decades suddenly appear without aging a day would be difficult to explain, Sam decided to figure it out later, now, he had his dad back.

Sam shook himself out of his memories and went to his beeping computer, taking a moment to stretch sleep stiff muscles. He bent over to see who was contacting them and what about, eyes not focusing right away.

REQUEST IMMEDIATE ASSITANCE: TRON INJURED

Sam's eyes widened the second the message sunk into and sprinted to his dad's room, nearly tripping over some miscellaneous object in the darkened hallway.

The blonde haired man made it to his dad's room, threw open the door, and switched on a light.

"Dad, get up!"

A human-shaped form shifted under the covers of the bed and grumbled.

"Wha . . .? Hmmm, Smm, wha' ya want?"

"Dad, get moving, Rinzler just contacted me and . . ." His dad made some unintelligible noise. "Uuuhgh, please explain to him that we Users need this wonderful thing called sleep." A hand emerged from the mound of covers to motion for Sam to go away.

Sam would have rolled his eyes had the situation not been so serious and quickly cut to the point. "Tron's been hurt."

That did it. Kevin Flynn flew out of his bed, clad in blue night shirt and sweat pants, barely slowing down to throw on shoes and grab his jacket. By the time Sam was moving to wake up Quorra, his dad's voice rang through the house:

"Move it or lose it kids!"

It took less than two minutes for Sam and Quorra to rush out of the house, but for Kevin Flynn, that was apparently to long. Sam saw his dad's expression from outside the car and didn't doubt that had they been a moment later, he would have taken off without them.

Sam went for the passenger seat as Quorra jumped in the back. Kevin hit the gas the second the two were in the car and sped off toward the arcade, treating the speed limit more like a suggestion.

Their car pulled up to the old arcade eight minutes later in which should have been a fifteen minute ride and all three bolted from the vehicle, rushing into the building.

Once inside the hidden room, Kevin's fingers danced across the keyboard in a flurry of motions, activating the laser. All stood together in front of the machine, the familiar sounds of it warming up and commencing were the precursor to the expected flash of blinding white light, and three pairs of eyes opened to the welcoming site of the Grid.