Well I'm feeling unimaginative.

[splinteredstar]

So I'm shoving snippets of fic here.

This draft is not actually finished, though it's close - there's a hole in the middle, but that's it. I played the Tron bit of KH, and decided that Tron and Leon needed to hang out. This is what came out of that.

“You’ve gotta go meet him!” Sora had exclaimed, looking for
once the age Leon knew he was. “He’s so cool and everything is glowing!”

Leon had just sighed into his coffee – he’d skipped over
that age himself, in between the Bastion crumbling beneath his feet and
learning how to fight with a gunblade he’d barely picked up before. He never
knew what to do with Sora’s – sometimes adoring – enthusiasm.

(He’d overheard the boy explaining to a ever-patient Goofy
why “Leon was So Cool”. Yuffie had teased him for weeks.)

But Sora aside, Leon was at least sort-of in charge – no one
wanted to think about Ansem but no one wanted to replace him either – and
having an apparently sentient entity working for him that he hadn’t met in
person left a bad taste in his mouth and suspicion lurking in the back of his
mind. Sora had vouched for him, but Sora was optimistic. Easily convinced of
people’s innocence.

Or maybe Yuffie was right, and Leon really was just a
suspicious old man. Either way.

So Leon, on an afternoon he had nothing better to do – he
hadn’t put it off, no, really – opened up the data encryption program and
entered the computer.

And blinked, because Sora hadn’t been exaggerating.
Everything *was* glowing.

He’d spoken to Tron through the computer before, of course,
but that didn’t feel like communication. 
He couldn’t get a feel for someone’s personality – strange to say that
about a program – through words alone. Expression was the key – and yet, what
did nonverbal communication mean to a program?

He got the answer when Tron fizzled into existence in front
of him and hugged him before releasing him.

That…. Was probably Sora’s fault. Somehow.

“Greetings, User Leon!” Well, that was slightly more
unsettling than being called ‘boss’ by Yuffie, even if she had been joking. “What
directives do you need fulfilled?”

Leon shifted – he’d brought a program, as an excuse if he
needed one, but maybe Sora had influenced the thing – the program – the person
in other ways. (He wasn’t sure where the line was drawn, and wasn’t sure he
wanted to. Things were complicated enough.) If Sora could teach a program how
to hug, how to dance – oh yes, Leon saw the program Sora had wheeled Cid into
writing – then could Sora have somehow passed along the idea of a casual visit?
(Leon wasn’t sure he understood it himself, sometimes.)

It wasn’t impossible. At first Leon would have called it the
magic of the keyblade that made the Universe rearrange itself, but lately he
had been wondering if it was just Sora, changing the world with the sheer force
of his faith. So instead of pulling the program out, he shrugged and said,

“Sora insisted I meet you in person.” A pause and Tron
blinked, and Leon felt a strange surge of relief – good, he doesn’t get it
either – before adding, “And I wanted to have a look around.”

It was a paltry excuse, but Tron smiled. “Certainly. We’re
close to the I/O tower, so we can start there.”

(Bit I haven’t written yet)

“…so you have a moral code?” Leon asked, a touch impressed,
a touch bewildered, wondering which Ansem programmed it in.

“Something like that, I suppose.” Tron shrugged. “All I know
is that I should help the Users anyway I can, and try and protect them.”

It sounded good, but Leon was a suspicious bastard. “Any
User?” He asked, thinking of Ansem-Xenohart-Ansem, of blindly trusting that
Bastion would make everything okay. “No matter what the User wants?”

Tron blinked, and looked down for a moment. It was a marvel,
how easily he mimicked human expressions – maybe it wasn’t mimicry at all –
Leon wasn’t sure he wanted to know. “Well…” Tron said, finally, “If a User
wanted to hurt another User, I don’t think I would be able to do that. Or hurt
the town.”

Leon nodded. Good enough, he supposed, even if he wasn’t
quite sure if he believed it. It could be worked around at worst and encouraged
at best.

“I won’t tell you to do anything against your
programming.”  Leon said, not lying. It
was the same thing – more or less – he told all the people who followed him. He
couldn’t ask people to do things against what they believed in – he had to
trust the light within everyone to lead them true.

Did a program have a heart? Did he have a light to lead him?

“…thank you.” Tron said, nodding. “I will do my best to help
you and the Users in whatever way I can.”

Leon nodded, staring out across the digital world. That was
all he could ask for, really – he wasn’t sure if programs could lie, but he
didn’t expect… Tron seemed content to let him stare in silence, occasionally
tossing his disk to deal with the rare stray heartless.

It was quiet, and Leon closed his eyes. He enjoyed the
peaceful silence for a moment, a short time when he didn’t have anything to
worry about, anything to feel. There wasn’t even a breeze.

But responsibility nudged at him, and he opened his eyes
again. He nodded to Tron, and pulled the long-forgotten program out of his
pocket.

“Here. It should let you into the system for the claymores.”

“Thank you, User Leon.” Tron said, smiling, and it didn’t
look like mimicry at all. “Do you need to take care of things in the User
world?”

Leon nodded. As interesting as this world was, he had his
duty and his passion. “Keep an eye on things around here.” Tron nodded in
return, and he tilted his head slightly. Lights shifted around them – Leon
tensed, he couldn’t help it – but then the light solidified into something in
Tron’s hand… a picture?

“Here.” Tron handed it to Leon, who blinked in confusion. “I
found it in the security camera’s archives. Don’t Users give gifts to friends?”

Leon wasn’t sure what confused him more – the use of
“friends”, the gift or the gratitude curling in his stomach – the gratitude
nearly choked him when he looked down at the photo-

Squall, ten years old and trying hard to look tough, the
image ruined by Aerith playing with his hair and a tiny, tiny Yuffie sneaking
his ice cream out of his hand.

It had been so long ago, and the image made something in his
throat clench. He nodded to Tron once more, and then turned to leave the
digital world.

He shifted out of the computer sparing a glance for the fact
that his gloves didn’t glow anymore. Aerith stood at the computer, smiling.
Waiting for him. He shouldn’t have been surprised. He nodded to her, handed her
the photo, and walked to the computer.

_Thanks Tron._ He typed, and left, smiling slightly to
himself, before the program could respond

Still, they're rather cute aren't they? I like secretlyflailing!Leon

Also, Sora fanboys Leon. This is canon, or should be.

Comments

[edmondia.livejournal.com]

Aww. <3

[starsplinter.livejournal.com]

Tron needs love and Leon needs friends. *nod*

Also, I will request Leonfaboying!Sora of you at some point. Because you know it's true.

[nenya85.livejournal.com]

Very cute - even without knowing who Leon is, you get a sense of him. And yes - secret flails are always adorable!

[starsplinter.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Leon has sort of ended up in charge of this world and I'm not convinced he's entirely certain how that happened. He acts all tough, but yeah, he's flailing behind the scenes.