Illogical
Neo growled as Morpheus' grip on his back tightened. 'Couldn't he just, at least, grab the harness ? Gah, really Smith ? Why do you have to shoot at us now ? Why does it seem like he's missing on purpose ? Why would he do that ? It's illogical.'
Bullets had started raining down around himself and the captain. Yet, while they slammed into the fuselage, they flew right by him. Finally, Trinity got the helicopter out of the firing line and the angry Agent disappeared.
He noticed that they were over a roof and tried to get Morpheus to let go. Instead, he had to shake the dark-skinned man off onto the roof. Then he rolled and slowed down to a stop. When he looked up, he noticed that Trinity was still on the falling helicopter. After it crashed into the other building, he pulled her up and moved away from the edge.
As Trinity called Tank, he gritted his teeth when Morpheus suddenly fell on him. 'Seriously ? I know he just got tortured but he only got shot in the leg. I am not a rock and he is not a limpet. Wait, that's still giving him too much credit, maybe he's half-limpet.'
He had to get the damned hot harness off and, kind of, okay, very much, wished Morpheus would fall off the building so he could. Things got worse when the phone was revealed to be miles away in a train station. Morpheus still leaned heavily on him when he asked, falsely cheerful, "Uh, Captain, couldn't you just jump over yourself ?"
Morpheus complained, "I'm tired."
Extracted himself from the bald man and got out of the harness, before he dropped it on the roof.
'He's tired ? Well, so-rry Captain, you only got shot once, while I got grazed on the shoulder and thigh. I had to dodge bullets and people, fire a chain-gun all while missing him and he's complaining he's tired. How much more illogic can I deal with today ? If he says one more illogical thing I may just shove him off this damned building.'
Annoyed, he replied, "Couldn't you just lean on Trinity ? Seeing as she's the only one of us who isn't injured ?"
"She's got to keep watch for Smith and the other Agents."
Rolled his eyes as he was groped until they reached the train station. Nearly fell down the stairs as Morpheus's clinging increased. 'Why can't Smith just come in and end my misery ?'The shrill ring of the phone was heaven-sent. 'Thank-you, thank-you, Tank.'
Now, actually cheerful, he said, "You first, sir." and practically shoved the other man at the phone. Just before he disappeared into the real world, Morpheus scowled at him. Time slowed to an agonizing crawl as Trinity dawdled by the phone. As she started to talk, his gaze drifted over the harsh florescent lights and over the graffiti covered walls.
'Just go already, will you Trinity ? I don't want to stay in here anymore. At least, Smith doesn't go on making unnecessary speeches or clinging. He's the only one I'd ever consider out of this bunch and he'd, probably, kill me first. Even if he did miss deliberately before.'
Trinity finally picked up the phone and put it to her ear. A second later, a bullet smashed through the phone. Turned to see the familiar form of Agent Smith walking toward him, the silver Desert Eagle gleamed in the harsh light.
He shivered at the dark drawl but hated the words, "Mr. Anderson."
'Makes me think of Dad when I hear that, then I remember the stupid asshole is dead and he's talking to me. I hate that name.'
Glared at Smith for calling him that, un-holstered his own gun and tensed. When a piece of paper floated lazily in front of them, like a tumbleweed in an old western, he nearly laughed out loud. He focused a second before he jumped off the pillar and started firing. Couldn't believe his luck as each bullet missed, inches away from Smith, he grabbed the Agent's shoulder. His focus snapped and they fell to the floor in a stand-off, guns to each other's heads. Suppressed a grimace as pain flared through his shoulder and leg. 'Ow, damn it, ow. Damned fucking grazes. If I get out of here, I should throw myself off a building for forgetting my own wounds.'
Smith growled, and it seemed deeper than normal, "You're empty."
A thousand dirty images flashed through his mind at that tone. 'He didn't, since when does he know about innuendo ?'
Shocked, he half-stammered, "D-did…did you just, seriously ?"
The Agent smirked at him and replied, "I thought I did everything seriously. Or did you have a second opinion ?"
'Holy crap ! When did he get a sense of humour ?'
Maybe it was because he was already so tired and in pain that the laughter surprised him, he gasped, "S-shut up. You know what I meant."
"Of course, Mr. Anderson."
'Yeah, go and ruin the mood by calling me that again.'
Scowled and as Smith, oddly, flinched away, he growled, "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."
He definitely didn't expect Smith to say, "Duly noted…Neo and you have no reason to feel old. You are not even thirty, while I am over a hundred."
'Hey, he's empty too, so, it shouldn't matter if I do this.'
Seconds later, he threw away his gun and it clattered over the edge onto the train-tracks. Even behind the shades, Smith's blue-eyes looked shocked. An angry response from the Agent, "Why did you do that ? If I wanted to kill you, right now, I could."
Grinned as he replied, "Could being the operative word meaning - 'If I wasn't empty too and I actually wanted to kill you' then I'd be screwed."
The floor rumbled and shook a train roared past. Even though he knew it was empty, he relaxed as Smith threw away his Desert Eagle. Smith shook his head as he muttered, "Lovely and smart."
"Oh, c'mon, you say that like it's a bad thing."
A sigh from the Agent, "It's a very terrible thing. You should be vapid and useless."
He did his best to look stupid and asked,"What and useless ? Am I doing it right now ?"
Smith chuckled, it was so natural and human-like the sound shocked him. "Yes, still I think I may need my mind changed on that subject."
Dryly, he replied, "Really ?"
"Yes, really. Do you happen to know anything to help me ?"
"A few things, can we get out of here ?"
Groaned slightly before Smith said,"Of course."
Slowly, he got up and half-staggered to turn to the stairs. He slumped against Smith as they made their way up…like a limpet.
