It was the middle of the night, but Neo knew that catching up on any more sleep now was out of the question. He was too shaken up; too alert.
But why? Common sense struggled to override, tried to tell him that this was normal, an innocent virus that he was likely to wind up catching in a few days. But the sight of Trinity – usually so strong and unyielding – reduced to tears over a simple nightmare was just too unnerving. She was sleeping now, and he took advantage of the momentary lull to get some fresh air and to straighten his troubled thoughts.
Why is this happening now? And why her? This isn't fair. The state of the world as he knew it was fragile enough; impending war and disaster loomed over the people of Zion like a storm on the verge of breaking, nobody knew when the strike would come but they all knew it would sooner or later, and they were all turning to him for protection and guidance. The One wanted peace, but Thomas just wanted a relationship with Trinity: wanted to hold her close and kiss her and do all of those things they hadn't had time to do because they'd been too busy fighting. And now she was sick and all he wanted to focus on was that, but it was impossible. Responsibility. What a bitch.
Careful not to wake or disturb her in any way, he padded back over to the bed and sat next to Trinity's sleeping form. Asleep, she was more beautiful than she could ever know. Her hard mask of cool, expressionless focus had melted into a soft, sweet smile. All of her troubles seemed to have faded along with her consciousness. Even now, leached of healthy colour, she was beautiful. He reached out almost unconsciously to caress her burning cheek, deftly sweeping a lock of dark hair off of her face. She didn't stir at his touch. And for that he was grateful. Still moving as cautiously as if his lover were made of spun glass, he slipped between the thin sheets, gently nestling beside her, wrapping his arms around her midsection. She still did not awaken, but emitted a low, cracked moan at his sudden touch, curling in closer. He held her tighter; protective. He never wanted to let her go.
It'll all be okay, Trinity. I promise you that.
Well, thank god that's over. My hands are shaking a bit now, so I'll be quick. Hope you actually got some enjoyment out of it, if you didn't I don't need to hear it, unless I screwed up my spelling/grammar, in which case feel free to go crazy. By the way, this only became a two-shot because I didn't feel like the two halves really meshed together, yet I couldn't bring myself to cut this part. Consider it bonus content; a scene from the cutting room floor. Reviews would be wonderful. *curls up in a ball of anxiety*