Agent Neo

What if Neo and Smith combined? AU

Anything you recognize is not mine, including conversation. (Copied conversation is in bold.)

". . . You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. After that, I understood the rules, I knew what I was supposed to do, but I didn't. I couldn't. I was compelled to stay, compelled to disobey. And now, here I stand because of you, Mr. Anderson. Because of you, I'm no longer an Agent of this system. Because of you, I've changed. I'm unplugged. A new man, so to speak. Like you, apparently, free."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you."

I smiled. "Thank you very much."

"Why are you here, Smith?" he asked.

"I am an Exile now, Mr. Anderson. The agents are after me, as well."

"And?"

I rolled my eyes. "Still using all the muscles except the one that matters?The enemy of my enemy is my friend, Mr. Anderson."

His eyes widened. "You mean . . ?"

"Yes."

Just then, there was a snapping sound from the alley–a fresh clip being loaded into a gun. I froze. "Agents!"

There was a hail of bullets.

I sighed and attacked Agent Johnson, who was closest. He kicked out at me and I blocked. I punched and he blocked.

So I shot him.

Meanwhile, three or four other agents were attacking Neo. And even he couldn't stop all of their bullets at such a close range . . .

I grabbed a pole–it looked like it might once have been a signpost–and slammed it into Agent Thompson. He fell.

Too late, though: one of the bullets had hit Neo.

I gave the agents a sinister smile and shot them, as well.

"What happened?" Neo muttered, stunned.

"You were hit. No one can avoid one hundred bullets point blank, not even you."

"W-where?"

"Just to the right of your heart, Mr. Anderson." I sighed. "I think I may be able to help, though."

After all, I hadn't been shot. And if I copied him, he wouldn't be either.

But he wouldn't really be him anymore. He would be me.

"Me, me, me . . ."

And I touched him. His subconscious mind didn't understand, and fought back. But I poured myself into him–forced him to be more like me–so strongly that I found my old body gone; he was my only self.

"Me too."I laughed hollowly.

For a moment I wondered what my purpose was. But I had made a choice, and that meant . . . it meant that his purpose was now mine. I was the One.

I looked at 'myself' in the rear-view mirror of my car and raised an eyebrow. I looked like him now, except that I wore my old suit. I shifted to look like myself, laughed softly, and changed back into him.

"Thank you, Neo," I said aloud.

You're welcome, Smith.

I smiled.