Title: Nightshift
Fandom: The Matrix
Email: newcharmer@theprophecy.net
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: I don't own the ideas, the characters or any of that. I'm just having some fun.
Trinity watched him while he slept.
He hadn't been sleeping often; it surprised her that he looked so peaceful now. But his brow was smooth, his face untroubled. This was the face of the young man she'd seen in the matrix.
Before. When he thought things were normal.
He was just a man. She remembered that when he slept. When he curled up against her side and buried his face in her shoulder.
Neo was only superhuman in the matrix, no one ever remembered that.
Out here, in the real world, he still needed to eat and sleep and do all the things that everyone else did. He wasn't God.
That was why she loved him.
Not because in the matrix he had learned to stop bullets or fly. But because of what he was outside of the matrix, because he was brave and loyal, and all those adjectives people threw around about heroes that usually meant nothing. But she said them all about Neo and meant every word.
He was the purest person she'd ever known.
She was the antithesis of pure,she thought, but Neo made her forget all of that. For the tiniest of moments, when he looked at her, and smiled, everything was right. She saw nothing in his eyes except herself. The Trinity she wanted to be.
With Neo, she felt like she was. She was strong and brave and all those other things because he needed her to be. Because he gave her the strength to be.
Yet, she loved him best when he was being his most human. When he was jealous, annoyed or insecure she felt as though her body was going to combust from the force of feeling within it.
She ran her hand over his cheek lightly, and smiled. Then placed a kiss, feather-light, on his forehead.
She never loved the One. The Oracle had been wrong about that.
She loved Thomas Anderson, and she hated his day job.
Fandom: The Matrix
Email: newcharmer@theprophecy.net
Feedback: Yes, please!
Disclaimer: I don't own the ideas, the characters or any of that. I'm just having some fun.
Trinity watched him while he slept.
He hadn't been sleeping often; it surprised her that he looked so peaceful now. But his brow was smooth, his face untroubled. This was the face of the young man she'd seen in the matrix.
Before. When he thought things were normal.
He was just a man. She remembered that when he slept. When he curled up against her side and buried his face in her shoulder.
Neo was only superhuman in the matrix, no one ever remembered that.
Out here, in the real world, he still needed to eat and sleep and do all the things that everyone else did. He wasn't God.
That was why she loved him.
Not because in the matrix he had learned to stop bullets or fly. But because of what he was outside of the matrix, because he was brave and loyal, and all those adjectives people threw around about heroes that usually meant nothing. But she said them all about Neo and meant every word.
He was the purest person she'd ever known.
She was the antithesis of pure,she thought, but Neo made her forget all of that. For the tiniest of moments, when he looked at her, and smiled, everything was right. She saw nothing in his eyes except herself. The Trinity she wanted to be.
With Neo, she felt like she was. She was strong and brave and all those other things because he needed her to be. Because he gave her the strength to be.
Yet, she loved him best when he was being his most human. When he was jealous, annoyed or insecure she felt as though her body was going to combust from the force of feeling within it.
She ran her hand over his cheek lightly, and smiled. Then placed a kiss, feather-light, on his forehead.
She never loved the One. The Oracle had been wrong about that.
She loved Thomas Anderson, and she hated his day job.