#isolatedalanone

The program had been sent out to scan the street for any "rebellious" activity. It had been a very long while since any strays leaked in; but today, they had infiltrated their perfect system once again. He lingered in the shadows, waiting for any stragglers to pass by - and soon enough, they did. A low grumble sounded out from deep within his throat as he slowly examined his pray, taking a small step out of the shadows. Could this be one of the strays...? Or was it just another ordinary program? He had to get a closer look to be sure.

{{Until their mutual trip down the virtual rabbit hole, Jet wasn’t even sure that Alan loved him. He knew he was a disappointment to his father, and suspected that Alan viewed him as an obligation or worse, a pawn. Needless to say, Alan was stunned and horrified when he heard about this, since his idea of love was to try and build a safe and secure future and try to keep Jet out of danger. They’re doing better, but it’s still like building a relationship from ground up.}}  

P. S. The gift should have arrived at your house by now. You aren't the easiest guy to shop for.

It’s part of the reason to call his father, but not all of it. Part of it is to just hear his voice. Funny that it took a damn kidnapping to start patching things up, but it also makes him a little afraid that it’ll happen again.   

"Well, look," he made a flourish with his hands, grinning with all the seriousness of a child, "just who came along!" His hands were away from the machine now, and others were rushing to take a shot at nailing each and every movement that would provide them with his astounding score. But he stood in front of Bradley, patting his shoulder. "Back again Bradley? What's on that no-fun mind of yours, huh?" The entirely goofy smile had yet to fade from him.

ALAN BRADLEY, YOU GET YOUR BUM OVER HERE AND LET ME LOVE YOU.

//More AUs? Programs in the User world AU. Uhhhh, not sure what else. 

   Flynn looks at Alan again, another smile coming. "You know, I seriously have no idea how that thing works . . . Can we move it?"