This is my very first fanfiction, so be kind! I wanted to explore a Trinity and Smith interaction because it seemed an interesting and challenging idea and as the story goes on I do intend to make it more romantic (sort of) as the story progresses...I also name this as an AT because I tried to start at the beginning of the first Matrix movie and just rework the plot, but essentially it seems like I am now just going to end up replacing the movie with one of my own :) Anyway, enjoy! And for legal reasons I should say here that I do not own the Matrix, either it's concepts or it's characters; those are the rightful property of Warner and Waschowski Bros. This is just for fun and not for profit. Now, curtain up!

Perfect Faults

"She got out."

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Trinity's eyes fluttered open, despite her pounding heart. She breathed deeply, just to check that she really was all there, and sat up briskly in her seat. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Morpheus, his grimace from the previous moments still frozen across his face.

"Trini—"

"I'm fine."

She cut him off and swung her legs around to disembark the chair. Her movements were less graceful than usual and her shaky hands reached out to grasp the armrest for support. Her upset was clear, but as the captain raced over to help her, Trinity decisively landed on her feet, immediately heading towards the door. Morpheus halted her as she reached the threshold.

"Trinity," he spoke softly, "what happened?"

Whether his question was an order, Trinity didn't know, but her only response was a quick glance over her shoulder at him and the crew. She couldn't bring herself to make eye contact though, and the motion was over as soon as it had begun. Hiding her embarrassment and shame under her usual stone facade, Trinity left the room.

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A mere few hours after this inexplicable exchange, Trinity once again found herself inside the central control room, looking over Tank, eyes glued to the screen.

"On the corner there."

Trinity pointed to the scrawling green digits.

"That's where the club is. I need to end up somewhere in the vicinity, so I can easily intercept him."

Tank turned and looked at her in an unsuccessful attempt to read her thoughts. Trinity replied with an expression of gratitude. Out of all the members of the crew, he was the only one who had not inquired about the events of the day. Although she knew that it may have simply been that he was the only one watching the Matrix closely when she was inside, Trinity still felt that twang of so expressed gratitude.

"Morpheus isn't going to like this, you know," Tank declared.

"Unless you tell him, he isn't going to know."

Tank sighed.

"I need to speak with him. Under the radar, I mean. Today was…" she searched for the right word, "…unexpected. But inevitable."

His interest aroused, Tank perked up at this. Trinity lifted an eyebrow.

"And you know I won't tell," he conceded after a minute.

Trinity smiled for the first time that day.

"Thank you, Tank"

"Just come back"

Trinity's smile faded as she turned to climb into the chair. One more glace to Tank and then everything went black.

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The first thing Trinity saw when she opened her eyes was a brick wall draped with clambering ivy. Darkness covered the still world. Her eyes trailed up along the wall, which revealed itself as the windowless side of what she assumed was an apartment building, reaching into the sky about fifteen stories or so. The space was a small courtyard, no bigger than a large closet.

Eager to leave this enclosure, Trinity found her way down an alley and past a few more large brick buildings to the street. The neighborhood wasn't quite what she had imagined, with more class and age than expected. But a glance down the street showed her what she had come for, the club. A black box sat at the end of the street, with the lights and music blaring from it resonating against the quiet, cold bricks of the surrounding buildings. The modern structure and design contrasted so greatly in fact, that it looked out of place to the point of a mistake. But, she thought to herself, every mistake here was planned.

Walking stealthily along the sidewalk, she kept in the shadows of the other buildings. When she reached her destination, she crossed the street into the light. As green and white waves washed over her pale face, Trinity fought her way through the mass of people near the door. The crowd was too great though and she could tell that entry would not be quick or free. Not by this entrance at least.

Inching her way to edge, she finally broke free and started towards the corner of the building. To her surprise, no one stopped her as she ducked down the alleyway. Not to her surprise, the lone door decorating the side of the building was locked.

In a split second she had made her decision and, hoping no one waited on the other side, slammed her body with full force into the door. She crumpled to the ground, already feeling the bruise on her shoulder form. The door hadn't budged. Trinity leapt to her feet, this time producing a perfect blow with her heavy boots. It didn't so much as dent or scratch the smooth, black surface. Its only effects were on Trinity herself, who now had to deal with the growing pain in her ankle. Geez, she thought, what was the building made of? She cursed under her breath.

"Having trouble?" said a slow, steady voice, "Maybe I can help."

Trinity lifted her head to stare straight into a shaded face, one that had caused her so much pain already. Agent Smith.

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A/N: What do we think? Yay? Blah? IDK?