So, yeah...I had the idea just kinda pop up today and it wouldn't go away. I've picked on Jack long enough, it's Raf's turn now. As far as I know...this is the first crossover between the two worlds...This is post Tron: Legacy and during season 3 of Transformers Prime in Son of the Stars (confused you guys yet? :P)

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Prime or Tron: Legacy

Chapter 1

Reunion

A man sat on his black Ducati outside of makeshift Jasper High School, watching as the students filed out. A small smile graced his worn face as a young boy, no older than twelve, maybe thirteen, ran out of the doors followed by a tall, dark-haired young man and a Japanese girl with pink streaked hair.

He watched as the young boy started talking excitedly to his companions and painful warmth filled him.

A soft, gentle hand lay on his shoulder.

He turned to face the cool, ice blue gaze of his wife.

"You know you're not supposed to be here," she whispered.

"He's grown so much though," the man protested as the boy jumped into a black and yellow Urbana 500 and headed towards the military hangers, "Can't I just…go say hello?"

"Sam," the woman chastised, "We made a promise,"

"You know they were meant to be broken…" the man, Sam, replied innocently.

His wife smacked his shoulder.

"Saaaammm,"

"C'mon, he's just a kid!" Sam whined, "It's been twelve, thirteen years since I last saw him! I was lucky I could track him down!"

"We're going to be late for the meeting," Quorra sighed, "You told that agent you'd be there to help set up a heavy duty firewall courtesy of ENCOM,"

"You're no fun," Sam grumbled, easing the Ducati onto the road.

"Aw c'mon, Fowler," Miko whined as the agent pushed her towards the door, "I'll be good, I promise!"

Fowler started critically at her.

"When you and Amber caused the last techie to go running at the top of his lungs? I don't think so,"

"Amber, Ben, Dusk and Sean are on a mission," Miko, protested, "Please Fowler? I don't have my partner in crime here! Pleaaaaase?"

A pale hand laid itself on Miko's shoulder.

"Don't worry, Agent Fowler," Jack said, "I'll watch her,"

Fowler raised an eyebrow.

"Prime's honor," Jack promised, holding up his right hand.

Fowler sighed and turned to the youngest of the three kids.

Raf smiled.

"You know I'll be good," Raf added.

"Fine," Fowler grumbled, "But stay out of the guy's way. I'm sure he's very busy,"

"Who is the guy anyway?" Jack asked.

"Samuel Flynn, CEO of ENCOM," Fowler replied, starting to walk towards the doors, "Now if you will excuse me…I'm going to…oof!"

Fowler had ran smack into a man in his late thirties, both of them falling to the ground.

"Watch…," Fowler started.

"Sam!" a tall, slender woman with ice blue eyes and short ink-black hair cried, picking up the man.

"Oh…Mr. Flynn," Fowler stuttered, "I'm so sorry,"

"That's alright, Mr…" the man started.

"Special Agent William Fowler," Fowler said, shaking the man, Mr. Flynn's, hand, "It's an honor. Thank you for coming,"

"No, thank you for inviting us," Mr. Flynn said, "This is my wife, Quorra Flynn,"

Quorra smiled softly.

"She's pretty," Miko whispered.

"Too pretty," Jack agreed.

Raf was silent.

"Raf?" Jack asked, "You ok?"

"I'm fine," the boy replied, not taking his eyes off of Quorra and Sam.

He knew them from somewhere…he just didn't know where.

"C'mon," Jack suggested, "Let's go and start on the homework,"

Sam took a look at the computers and shook his head.

They were an old generation.

"And I thought Dad had bad tech," he chuckled to himself.

"Your father, remember, built the Grid," Quorra said, looking over Sam's shoulder, "Using the same technology that we have in front of us,"

Sam bowed his head.

"I kinda miss the ol' man," he murmured.

Quorra rubbed Sam's back.

"I know you do," she whispered, "I miss him too,"

"Ah…Ah-choo!"

Sam and Quorra turned around and saw him.

The boy from the school.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly, "I didn't mean to intrude,"

"No, you're fine," Sam smiled, "Come here,"

The boy came uncertainly forwards and Sam kneeled in front of him.

"I'm Sam, what's your name?" he asked.

"Rafael," the boy answered, "Rafael Esquivel, but my friends call me Raf,"

"Well, Raf," Sam started, "You like computers?"

Raf nodded.

"Think you can…help me here?"

"What can I do?" Raf shrugged, "I'm not as good as you,"

"Don't sell yourself short," Sam said, picking the boy up and setting him on his lap, "Now…see that bit of code here? We need to fix it…"

A few hours later, the system had been set up. Although, in Sam's opinion, the time went by too quickly.

He and Quorra walked out of the hanger and out to the waiting Ducati.

"I wish we could take him home with us," Sam muttered as he mounted.

"He lives with the Esquivels," his wife murmured sadly, settling down behind him.

"He might," Sam shrugged, "But even though he might have the last name of Esquivel, Quorra…"

He put his helmet on and started the bike, his wife wrapped her arms around him and they looked back at the young boy…their son. Who they had given up to protect…

"He's still a Flynn," Sam finished.

So, Raf is actually the son of Sam and Quorra...guess that explains a lot about him since he's half ISO. Explains his computer savvy nature anyway. Next time...Raf meets a friend of Sam's...and Kevin Flynn's.

Oh, and a note, the OC's will only be mentioned by name, hence me not saying anything about them. It starts out with the whole human gang...and then it narrows down to the three kids later on.

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please R&R! :)

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.