Notes: Thank you for reviewing. ^^ I think I've got the middle sorted now. I'm just debating what the proper way to go about it is. The names of the twins have meanings, but it was difficult to find names that could sound like handles at the same time.

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"That's not fair! You can run faster than me!" a young girl's voice rang with outrage along one of the many passages of sleeping quarters and homes in Zion, "Wait!" she narrowed her dark eyes in what was close to fury and ran as fast as her little legs would carry her after her target, "I said wait! Give it back!"

The other figure stopped running and hesitantly turned back for a second, tilting his head and glancing over his shoulder. It was too late for him to break back into a run, for his sister was upon him instantly, knocking him down in two swift moves and pinning him to the floor.

"Nyx! Nyx get off!" he shouted in protest, "Nyx!" he struggled as the toy he held was prised from his fingers and he was abruptly released.

"Never drop your guard, Lys," the girl stated calmly, "That's what Mama always says."

"When in a dangerous situation!" Lysander stood up, hands on hips, regarding his twin with a frown.

Nyx shrugged, "You shouldn't run off with my things then," her eight year old voice sounded adult enough for her liking.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't pin your brother to the floor," their mother's stern voice echoed along the corridor, her boots clanking along the metal walkway.

"He took my property!" her daughter responded indignantly, adopting the same pose as Lys, hands on hips, the soft toy dangling from her right hand.

"She started it!" he countered.

"Alright, enough," Trinity stated, standing over them, "I don't care who started it. I don't want you two running around here on your own; its not safe," she continued.

"But everyone watches over us," Lys tried.

Trinity sighed inwardly. Yes, everyone watched over her children. They were the children of The One and apparently that meant that their children were somehow everybody's property, some symbol of hope that everyone had the rights to. She didn't like snatch her children away from them, but there were limits to a mother's patience and limits to her faith that they would not be harmed. She knelt in front of the two of them, suddenly trying to hide a smile. In Nyx, she could see herself, yet Neo's features somehow gazed unwaveringly back at her. Lys was somewhat more of an enigma. For a child of his age he remained remarkably calm for most of the time, but when provoked, had enough temper for himself and his sister put together. What worried her most was the fact that he was often too trusting, too faithful. His blue eyes gave away what he was feeling, no matter how hard he tried to hide, "You know how little everyone has here, don't you?"

Two dark heads nodded simultaneously, silently.

"I know we don't have a lot, but neither does anyone else, I don't want to see you two fighting over toys. You have to share," Trinity tried to explain, "Its what everybody does. You don't want to set a bad example, do you?"

They shook their heads again, almost in shame.

"Why don't we take the things the people leave us?" Nyx asked quietly, eyes on the floor.

She brushed the single stray lock of blonde hair off her daughter's face. She'd noticed a few years ago that the girl fiddled with it when she was nervous, "Because its not right. They're giving us things they need themselves."

"Its because they believe Daddy will save them, isn't it?" Lys piped up.

Trinity paused for a second, then nodded, "Yes."

"And they think we're special," he continued.

She nodded again, "And it's an honour you shouldn't abuse," she stood up, "Come on," she held out her hands, "Daddy's coming home tonight and I don't want him worrying because you've escaped again."

Nyx took her left hand, "Sorry, Mama."

Lys obediently took her right, "I'm sorry too."

Trinity shook her head slightly, at herself, "I worry too much…."

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"Daddy!"

"Daddy!"

Two little figures ran for him at a headlong dash, hurling themselves at his legs and clinging to him tightly. Neo just about managed to get them to relinquish their hold long enough for him to bend down to their level and hold them tightly, "Lys, Nyx."

"We missed you," Lys whispered quietly, arms around his neck.

Nyx nodded silently, holding onto her father just as tightly.

"Why don't I get that kind of greeting anymore?" Link asked aloud in mock mournful tones, seeing his six year old daughter in the crowd, holding her mother's hand obediently, before she broke away and ran for him. He took her into his arms and whirled her round until she laughed for him to stop.

"Somebody else missed you too," Trinity appeared from behind Neo and smiled.

Both children released their father and stared up at both adults as he turned round and captured Trinity's lips with his own.

Nyx tilted her head and smiled slightly, "Daddy loves Mama very much."

"…Yes he does," Neo couldn't help but grin, still gazing at Trinity, who returned the look, before breaking into laughter.

The twins started to tug at their parent's hands, almost dragging them away.

Neo glanced back over his shoulder, "Morpheus?"

The Captain gave a slight smile, "Go ahead, Neo. You've a lot to catch up on. Arrangements will be made whilst the ship is recharging."

Trinity nodded at that, still somewhat unsure about their decision. As the family walked away, she took her daughter up into her arms, Lys walking along holding his father's hand.

"We're reading this really, really old book in school," the girl stated proudly.

"Science is more fun," Lys reminded her, nodding gravely.

"Though we aren't allowed to play with things like the older kids are."

"So you're at the top of the class, huh?" Neo grinned across at Trinity.

Nyx frowned for a second, "…Well….maybe not at the top…."

"…But nearly there," her brother remarked proudly.

"You know you don't have to be at the top for us to be proud of you, right?" their father said gently.

"We know," they chorused, before breaking into giggles.

Neo laughed with them, catching Trinity's proud gaze from the corner of his eye. It was good to be home.

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