Logical

Agent Smith growled as he ran into the ruined office. Morpheus hung on to Anderson who was himself hanging from a rope. The bald captain looked over his shoulder, smirked and tightened his grip on the pale man.

'He's mocking me. Me, I am going to kill him for this.'

Angry, he started to shoot at the helicopter and Morpheus. Chided himself when he got too close to hitting the only rebel he actually liked. Then the helicopter disappeared out of his sight.

He walked onto a roof opposite the skyscraper the helicopter had crashed into minutes before. Slowly, he looked around for a second before he spotted something, walked over then crouched and picked the harness up off the roof. He tightened his grip on it to quell the urge to stroke the warm fabric. Warmth everything that his program lacked or was supposed to lack.

'I am disgusting, far too much like a human. They already think you are obsolete, no matter what you do now it will not change that. Indulge in something for once, Smith, since you may not have the chance again. Something ? Like what ? Like a certain Mr. Anderson alias Neo.'

Growled, "Damn it." so that Jones and Brown would think he was frustrated that the Rebels had gotten away. Well, he was disappointed that Morpheus had gotten away alive. If only because it meant that Morpheus could flirt unimpeded with Anderson. Now, he regretted shooting the bald captain; likely, the dark-skinned man would have used the opportunity to cling like a limpet to, and grope, the pale-skinned man.

Briefly, he imagined a very satisfying response on the slim, black-haired man's part - Anderson lovely, exhausted and very annoyed, would growl, "Get off." then accidentally shove Morpheus off a roof to splatter two hundred feet down. Smirked at the image, when he noticed that his colleagues had gone inside, he laughed and wished it would happen.

'Ah, if only, but unfortunately I doubt it ever will. Perhaps, if they have yet to escape I will have another chance at Anderson, though killing Morpheus would be a nicely added touch.'

The peculiar sensation that he got when a human noticed rebel activity, flooded him - he watched through the human's eyes as Morpheus vanished through a phone. Instantly, he knew exactly where Anderson and that nuisance Trinity were. It was a dingy, graffiti covered train station that had been off the main route for years. Seconds later, he took over the human, stood up and got out his Desert Eagle as Trinity raised the phone to her ear. Repressed a snarl as she vanished mere seconds before the bullet would have flown through her skull and thus ended another opponent at his attempting to romance Anderson.

'It may have missed, but, at least, I have my second chance. Disappointing that I have to try to kill him first, but they did not order me to shoot him to death. I can, ah, miss and they have no logical reason to call me a traitor.'

Euphoric at his new thoughts as he walked out of the shadows he called, "Mr. Anderson." It made the black-clothed man turn to face him. Outrage made the faintest blush appear on the pale face. 'I know it does not make logical sense, but I love calling him that only because I can imagine it is a different situation entirely.'

Anderson upholstered a black gun, for a single moment they stared, then in almost the same movement they ran, jumped onto and leapt off the concrete pillars at each other. The invigorating sound of gunfire as it roared past his head, counting the bullets as they missed. Dark-eyes flashed at him as Anderson grabbed his shoulder and they slammed into the floor with their guns to each other's heads.

Inches away from each other, he shivered at the heat. 'Damn it. Truly ? Could it not give me just a few more inches ? He couldn't blame me for kissing him then.'

Decided that since likely he would be deleted if he survived this encounter anyway, the System could, how would the humans say it, go to hell. He wanted a bigger reaction from the man, he had an illogical reason for the innuendo and a perfectly logical one, "You're empty."

A few seconds later, the intent, not just the words, filtered through. Anderson's eyebrows furrowed, the dark-eyes widening and mouth dropping open rather adorably.

The rebel stared at him then demanded, the quiet voice shocked, "Did…did you just, seriously ?"

Repressed his laughter as he retorted,"Well, I thought that I did everything seriously. Unless you have a second opinion ?"

Warm laughter followed by,"Shut up, you know what I meant."

'There, that warmth its so different from the terror I'm used to eliciting. A welcome change - I love this, I love him.'

"Of course, Mr. Anderson."

When the pale-man scowled, despite the fact that he had nothing to fear and the gun was empty anyway, he flinched away. Did not expect the black-haired man to grumble,"Make me feel old why don't you, Smith ? My name is Neo, Anderson is my father and the bastard is dead, thank-you very much."

"Duly noted…Neo and you have no reason to feel old. You are not even thirty, while I am over a hundred." He startled as the black gun suddenly clattered against the concrete and demanded, "Why did you do that ? If I wanted to kill you, right now, I could."

A slight smile from Neo, "Could being the operative word meaning - 'If I wasn't empty too and I actually wanted to kill you' then I'd be screwed."

Threw his Desert Eagle away as he replied,"Lovely and smart."

"Oh, c'mon, you say that like it's a bad thing."

"It's a very terrible thing. You should be vapid and useless."

"What and useless ? Am I doing it right now ?"

Chuckled as he replied,"Yes, still I think I may need my mind changed on that subject."

"Really ?"

At that he smirked,"Yes, really. Do you happen to know anything to help me ?"

"A few things, can we get out of here ?"

"Of course."

He and Neo picked themselves up and started toward the stairs. Neo leaned against him, tiredly, as they walked toward something different.

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