Dedicated to: Jervis Tetch Madness for giving me the idea.

Don't own anything, I don't own The Matrix, other wise I'd give Smith to Jervis Tetch Madness.

Pairing: Smith/Neo or Agent Smith/Mr. Anderson

Life

Smith did not know how, but some times in the fights, like before this last one with his copies. He felt as if Mr. Anderson, Neo he preferred, could see into him. Almost read his soul if he had one. Perhaps he did indeed have one. All that he knew was when ever Neo wasn't around, for some reason, he always felt cold. Alone. If only he could tell the pretty One how he felt. If he did that then perhaps Neo could help him find his soul.

How he did love the little human. It felt constantly as if he were asleep, as if he needed to, "Wake up.", like the rebels said, but he could not wake up. The only times that he felt he were alive was when those big, dark eyes were watching him. Those beautiful eyes, sometimes he felt in his dreams that he fell into eternal darkness. As if that unending darkness were his 'life', coming undone around him. The nothing he had become, he needed to wake up. To feel alive. The only way he escaped those dreams, was Neo's voice telling him to, "Wake up", saving him. Neo could help him, if only Smith could find him. Without fighting this time, he did not want to hurt Neo not any more.

He found Neo in that programming hallway. Curiously alone, without her, without Trinity. He knew that he needed to tell Neo, now that he really knew, finally knew what he felt, "Mr. Anderson"

A wary pause before Neo replied, "Smith, my name is Neo. You know that."

"Hmm, of course, Neo. What exactly are you doing here, all by yourself."

Then as if fate, truly existed, if only to annoy him, Neo's cell phone rang. "Can I?"

"But, of course."

The man answered it, then cursed sharply, "Link, even I can't make it out that quickly!"

As Neo shut the phone, with a harsh click, he asked, "What is it ? Neo"

"Apparently, I get to die again in a few seconds."

Smith heard himself say, "What ? No, no."

Then Neo fell to the floor, he knelt down and felt once again cold. Like he could not breathe, though he did not need to, "No. No, Neo, wake up. Wake up you cannot leave me. You can't, I, I need you to live. To bring me to life, before I die without you."

'Was I only playing my own mind ? Even if he does come back, he would never love me. I so wanted to be real if only for him. Except, how could I if I didn't have a soul. I was nothing. Truly nothing. I'm dead without you, not just cold, but frozen. Without knowing if you love me.'

Coldness and darkness, the evil he didn't want to become, started flooding his mind as he said, "Come on, darling, wake up, live. My life you have to live, or I'm dead as well. You were my only life among dead things. Please, Neo come back."

For an endless second, he stared into the dark-eyes. They were completely blank, completely and utterly wrong. Trapped in the unending darkness, again, but this time it was waking. There was no escape now, it was inescapable and, slowly, to do something he never had before that he'd always wanted for the first, and last, time he reached out a hand and ran it through the short, black hair. It was almost always messy whenever he saw it and it contrasted so sharply with the pale skin, Neo always looked beautiful, even in death.

Smith felt as if he had been sleeping for a thousand years, only to die after realizing the most important thing to him. Even though it was impossible, he still pleaded, "There must be some way you can come back. Open your eyes come back from the darkness. From my darkness, be in front of me again. Bring me back to life."

'Save me from nothing. I can't live without you. Sometimes I would start denying that I loved you. I have been lying to myself for so long, saying I do not need you. I was incredibly wrong.'

A incredibly desperate last attempt to stave off the darkness, "Neo, Neo come back. Please, you have to, you can't leave me, I…, and I love you!"

However much he had hoped for it, it was unexpected and scared him as briefly as Neo blinked, pushed himself up and looked around confused. The man stammered, "L-let, let me think, Smith, give me a few days." Then Neo was up running away from him.

'I want to follow him. I so want to, but if he needs to think about it, so be it. I can only hope that he loves me too.'

For the next few days, Smith felt perpetually frozen, perpetually asleep but anchored in the light. He could not wake up like he wanted to; Neo found him a few days later in at night in a darkened park. It was full of fir and poplar trees. As Neo walked into a pool of moonlight, Smith could see he was nervous.

The dark eyes were bright with it; he shifted his weight to his other side. "Smith, I know that I heard you say that you love me. It took me these few days to figure out how I felt. About that, about you. Smith you don't know how shocked I was. I couldn't believe it at first, I think I refused too. That what I wanted, what I always wanted could come true. I always thought to myself 'No, No it would never work, he'd rather kill you.', I never thought 'What if he loves me ? Seriously, what if he loves me back'. I love your ice-blue eyes, those were the first thing about you…but, I should actually say it. I love you, Smith."

The words echoed in his head, "I love you, Smith.", like a broken record. A good broken record, if there was such a thing. His gaze drifted to the ground, until suddenly the feeling of unending darkness faded as his name echoed again in Neo's voice. Like in his dreams, but this was the waking world. No longer coming undone. Once again calling his name. Once again saving him from the darkness. Bringing him to life, to his soul.

Smith could not stop himself then at finding his soul returned to him. "I love you too, Neo, my life." Looked up at Neo, and, once again, those dark-eyes caught him. No longer frozen, he was alive, kissed Neo. He should have done that so much sooner.