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ShadowSpark Wrote:**Spark turns back to Flynn and grabs his wrist. She feels the power that hums beneath his skin.**Spark: Sorry, Flynn, but I need to borrow some of your energy. You take care of Clu, I'll deal with the scavengers.

ShadowSpark Wrote:As soon as she is done, she shoves Flynn and Tron towards the staircase that leads below-deck.**

*suddenly lightheaded, Flynn wavers, stumbles slightly, grabs hold of the railing to steady himself ; he's never had anyone siphon energy from him before and it was odd, unexpected; now in the aftermath there's an instant of vertigo, then he's left with a sudden exhaustion, as though all his limbs are suddenly far too heavy; he shakes his head, draws a deep breath, trying to will away the fatigue, then turns to Tron, who's standing there holding the unconscious and badly-injured Clu in his arms*


We gotta get him down these stairs, man …

Wearily Flynn moves to help but Tron just gives a quick nod and replies as stoically as ever, “I've got him, Flynn. You lead the way.” … and so catching his breath, Flynn nods, turns, descends the stairs with shaky legs that feel like lead ; after having blasted the scavenger in such a risky move - which was exhausting enough in itself - now for him to be left with an energy-deficit AND this gut-wrenching crisis at the same time just seems like the very last thing he needs, yet still he knows he's in far, far better shape than the critically-injured program Tron is carrying; as Flynn's boots touch the floor of the cargo sub-levels he frowns, looks around for something like a table or at least a platform but there isn't one; finally he points to the flat walkway which spans in the center of the area, and looks up at Tron*


Here...let's just lay him down here.

*Tron nods, then crouches, gently releasing Clu's inert form slowly to rest along the floor, Flynn kneels beside Clu, lays his hands on him to share what little energy he has, his face ashen with concern as he inspects the wounds ; now the flashbacks of what's just transpired revisit him in his thoughts …


… … /// ... the horrible shrieking … the scavenger's impact … Clu, pinned to the deck, screaming as he's literally picked apart …Flynn, lurching forward at the ungodly attacker, trying to distract it, drawing his disk … the scavenger sending him flailing with a swift backhand … his disk thrown from his grasp … the scavenger starting towards him instead … him, darting to retrieve his disk … planting his palm to the deck in a desperate move as the scavenger approaches ... drawing pure energy, power from the Sailer, drawing it right through himself like a lightning-rod which stuns him and hurts like hell ... gritting his teeth and letting the current surge to the disk in his hand ... letting the attacker lunge for him ... swinging the mega-charged disk ... and then it's over … deadly yellow-green pixels fall to the deck and dissipate, and Flynn falls to his knees, nearly collapses from the energy flux just as Spark and Tron arrive to help … /// … ...

*… and then a memory jumps back to him - something which, with the shock of things, hadn't even registered in his mind until now … just before the attack he'd tried to shield Clu, then lost his balance and fallen ... now he realizes he'd lost his balance and fallen because Clu had pushed him … Clu had pushed him ...yelling, “No.. Not you Flynn.. I won't let them take you!!” … … … *

*Flynn's face looks stricken; his eyes cloud again with tears at the realization; releasing his hands from Clu's unconscious form he sees the circuits now glow steadily – Clu's energy level has increased, and now no more pixels escape the arm wound, but still the gaping crater stares from Clu's horribly wounded chest and pixels escape along the edges of his shredded light-suit ... ... Flynn reaches furiously to his own chest, yanks the outer-tunic which drapes across the left shoulder of his light-suit and rips it off, then bunches it up, holding it firmly to the chest wound to stop the progression of the pixel-loss ; he looks up at Tron who's been silently watching with a grave expression, then reaches for one of the program's hands, placing it over the makeshift compress *


Tron, ... 'need you to hold this to the wound … just hold steady, okay?


*Reaching gently to Clu's back he unhooks the disk and brings it before him, hands shaking ... ...
// I won't let them take you either, buddy // ... ... and moments go by as he stares at the disk's coding - unimaginably complex, and far different from the coding he'd seen on his own disk or the disk Spark had repaired, it's more than intimidating, but he focuses his thoughts, thinking through the process; then slowly he begins to work, fingers carefully removing damaged code, and he stares in amazement as each time the code restructures itself, minute segments of the helixes spontaneously self-repairing*

*finally he completes the task, replaces the disk to Clu's back, then gently places his hand on the program's arm, glancing at the strange markings there only briefly before his attention is captured as the miracle begins - Clu's pixels begin to regenerate themselves … layers upon layers of intricate code from the wound on his arm are re-knitting, reforming, re-rezzing first as healed skin, then as the light-suit … beneath the compress which Tron holds to the chest wound the same restructuring begins … Tron stares up at Flynn in wonder, but Flynn's staring at Clu's unconscious form with equal wonder, amazed by what seems more like Divine intervention than programming - this isn't completely his work and he knows it - after a few more moments the re-rezzing is complete ... Flynn moves the compresses aside, to behold the flawless light-suit there once more, with no more injuries present, and a steady amber glow of circuits ... ... ...
... ... ... at the sounds of the battle which has begun overhead, Tron looks up, then slowly stands, still humbled by the healing process he's witnessed, and then he moves to stand guard at the stairwell ... meanwhile Flynn simply kneels there beside his digital son, rests his hand against Clu's arm, waiting, thinking, not even realizing he's whispering the words aloud, like a prayer …*


Come on Clu, … come on, … open your eyes, kiddo ...

*Zec looks down to the sailer and notices Clu get attacked by a scavenger, and it looks bad for him*
Oh, I hope he is okay.
How are doing back there, Clu 1.0?
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*Flynn's still kneeling beside Clu, his hand resting gently on the circuit-covered arm … he waits, staring at the steady amber-yellow glow with sad eyes and a furrowed brow … he's worried, doesn't understand … it's been awhile now since the disk repair and still Clu hasn't awakened, even with multiple energy transfers, and Flynn's nearly exhausted from the drain on his system … his thoughts whisper doubts to him as he scours his memory, sorting back through all the steps he took …
… // man, I did everything right, everything I was supposed to … it should be working, why isn't it working? ...or IS it working? … maybe it's suppose to take awhile to reboot?… no, not this long …// so why isn't -


*just then a very soft voice from the stairwell startles him*

”ShadowSpark WROTE: Flynn...

*quickly he looks up - it's Spark, who's now seated there on the stairs … he's been so absorbed in trying to heal Clu that he didn't notice her approach … she seems so exhausted, her voice so weary *

”ShadowSpark WROTE:You have to wake him...It's important....Use your energy...like you did for me....hurry....

*his hooded blue eyes look back at her … there's a sadness in those eyes now, and on his face is the intangible shadow of some burden, a gravity so unlike his previously buoyant countenance back before all this took place ... it's as if he's somehow inwardly grown very old during the brief time he's been there, yet remained the same age on the outside … the corners of his mouth hitch slightly into the hint of a sad, wry smile and this is a rare side of him that hardly anyone ever sees -- this is Kevin Flynn, when there are no more magic tricks to pull out of his hat, no more wiz-kid-saves-the-day solutions to be found … after another pause he answers Spark in a quiet, somber voice, shaking his head *



“I'm trying, Spark. 'Done that, ... several times now. All I can do is ... keep repeating it, I guess, ... and hope it works, … but, …


*his voice trailing off, he looks back at Clu … after a moment he gently places a hand across the amber-trimmed chest again, once more focusing his thoughts, closing his eyes and beginning the energy-transfer, his own system's energy draining even lower; not even aware he's making a sound aside from his thoughts, he speaks to Clu in a whisper*


“Come on, Clu, ... meet me halfway here ... wake up, buddy, ... wake up ...

**Rinzler positions himself at the top of the stairs, standing guard. His rage at Clu2 has been wrestled down for the moment, and he is focused on the situation at hand. Underneath the helmet, his eyes scan the Sailer's deck constantly, waiting for scavengers to board again. His attention is snagged as the white light-jet spirals overhead once again, several yellow-green recos in pursuit. As Rinzler watches, unable to help, several cannon blasts strike the jet directly, causing it to disintegrate. It falls out of sight before Rinzler can see what happens to the occupants.**

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**Spark's eyes are fixed on Clu2's prone form. For a moment, there seem to be several figures surrounding the admin program, but they vanish when Spark blinks. A few years ago, Spark would have thought her exhaustion was causing her to see things, but she knows better now. There is no end to the strange things that can happen on the grid. She blinks again, and the figures are back, although it's obvious that neither Tron nor Flynn can see them. Two of them turn and smile sadly at Spark. A lump rises in Spark's throat and she can't help but reach out towards the figures. She'd know those smiles anywhere. //Radia...Yori...// Tears prick at Spark's eyes. //Yori...can you forgive me?// she asks silently. //For Rinzler...for Tron?// Yori's smile widens. She nods once, and Spark feels something loosen in her chest. The young User had always felt as if she were trespassing, but that feeling was gone now that she had Yori's blessing. The figures shimmer and fade and Spark hears Clu2 groan as he starts to return to consciousness. The admin program sits up in time to catch Flynn as the User topples over.**

Spark: You're awake...good...

**Spark can't help but smile slightly as she catches the humbled look in Clu2's eyes. //So, something did happen while he was out,// she thinks. //I wondered if it would since the boundaries had blurred a bit.//**

Spark: Clu...did you...find what you needed?

**Spark is still too weak to move from where she is sitting, so she watches as Tron comes forward to help Clu2 prop Flynn against the wall. Once Flynn recovers, which shouldn't take too long, his energy regenerates quickly, Spark will tell them her plan. Hopefully there is enough time for it to work.**where to buy abortion pill http://blog.bitimpulse.com/template/default.aspx?abortion-types buy abortion pill online

*Flynn blinks, fights to stay awake despite the extreme fatigue ... now he's realizing he's not the only one who's exhausted - from where he sits it looks like Spark's over on the stairs staring intently at something that isn't there ... yet there's something eerie about that at the same time, something real, but he can't quite discern what ... his mind is too tired to stay with it for long, and his eyes begin to close as once more he fights to stay awake... so tired, yet he needs to be there to watch over Clu … but now he's starting to slump over from sheer exhaustion …until there's a hand reaching to steady him - it's Clu … he's awake*

ShadowSpark Wrote: Spark: You're awake...good...

*Tron and Clu rush to Flynn's side … they help him to rest against the transparent wall of the sub-level cargo bay ... he sits back and hears Spark ask Clu a question, and now he's even more puzzled*

ShadowSpark Wrote: Spark: Clu...did you...find what you needed?

*Flynn stares at her, somewhat confused, disoriented from the exhaustion ... he thinks silently to himself : ...// wh- ...huh??? … find what he needed? ... when? /// ... man, unless he was searchin' behind his closed eyelids, I'm gonna guess the answer's no... // ... *



*he runs his hand through his hair, then rests his palms against the smooth flooring ... all the strange, volatile occurrences they've all experienced don't make sense to him at all -- // this isn't like the Encom system ... what has the Grid become? // -- from above he hears the whine of the jets as the battle rages on, and then after a moment, he shakes his head, sighs, trying to clear his head ... …// 'don't suppose there's a chance things are gonna' start making sense any time soon... // ... and there's no time to wait ... we have to get to the portal ...*


*his energy is very slowly returning, but he still feels weighted to the ground from the fatigue ... just then he looks up at Clu, managing a tired but very relieved smile*


Man, … Clu, … 'sure am glad you're okay, buddy...




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///I can't take many more hits like that... Come on, Clu... let me see you, know you made it through...///

*She dodged another bolt from the scavengers and wondered how much longer she can beat the odds.*

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ShadowSpark Wrote:You’re awake..good..

*Clu steadied his hand on Flynn, trying to hold him up, but his own strength had not fully recovered yet. He wavered, Tron saw this and came quickly to help. They leaned Flynn up against the transparent wall of the cargo bay.   He didn’t know about good.. but yes.. he was awake.. back from where ever that was he had been… a dream?.. The afterlife??... it was all   still a bit confusing to him.. but apparently he had made the right choice. Still.. he couldn’t shake the memory.. those he saw.. Radia…telling him he needed to forgive himself… //That’s easier said than done.// He thought. But then he thought about Flynn… Future Flynn.. the one that was gone… *


….//”each of us has to decide whether it’s nobler to suffer the slings and arrows of existence.. and to fix things whenever we can…Don’t be perfect… love you and believe in you, myself included..”//


* Clu didn’t know about those being words of forgiveness.. but they were words of acceptance.. the good and the bad.. it made him wonder… As he looked at Tron who knelt there helping them both… if as accepting as Flynn was to imperfection.. could he forgive him for what he did?*


* He looked at Flynn who was looking so tired.. trying to stay awake… and felt overwhelming concern as well as complete admiration for his User. Whatever Flynn did to bring Clu back.. it took everything he had.   If only he could give some back..*

ShadowSpark Wrote:[/b Clu.. did you.. find what you needed?

*Clu looked over at Spark.. She looked exhausted too… Her eyes told him that she saw something as well.. Yet, he didn’t know how that was possible.. Did she see what he had seen?... He thought for a moment… did he find what he needed... *


Yes.. I think I did


*Forgiving himself was not going to be an easy and sudden thing.. but it was a start. Fixing things.. he could start there. And as he looked at Flynn. getting him to the portal was the most important thing,  *

Flynn Wrote: Man, .. Clu, …‘sure am glad you’re okay, buddy…

*Flynn managed a very tired but relieved smile. Clu smiled back and took a seat next to Flynn leaning back on the wall, still feeling very weak himself.   He knew they needed to get moving... But they were both too weak.. What a mess they were in.. He looked up and saw Rinzler on the stairs… Clu chuckled.. he didn’t know why.. sheer exhaustion?..Or maybe the ironic fact that he had in a way created Rinzler… and Rinzler had just turned on him… Virtually the same way Flynn Created him.. and he had turned on Flynn.. though not for the same reasons… but.. he understood.. It had just taken this long for Rinzler to realize how evil Clu had been and to be angry about it... *


*Then somehow.. Flynn started laughing too. They both sat there.. User and program.. Creator.. and creation… a shared exchange between them, a levity that the stress-relief of laughter brings, and a bond forged through the chaos they're fighting and enduring,...something that's there in the eyes and the smiles as they laugh...something unspoken that says, "Whatever it is, it's gonna be okay, buddy and we're all gonna get through it together.".. *


*The sound of the battle continued from above. *

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