DISCLAIMER: Do not own the Matrix, or any of the characters. Only own the idea. Full credit to the Wachowski brothers, and honestly, I think you all get the point by now. This chapter is going to be very descriptive, without much dialogue or action going on, and mostly just contemplation on Trinity's part. Bear with me if you are bored by that kind of stuff, final chapter to be posted SOON.

Her eyes only averted his when the floor beneath her started moving. Her eyes darted up and around, but her body didn't shift. Her arms didn't let go of his shoulders.
It appeared as if they were on top of a robot designed to carry things around on its flat surface, and one that could camouflage as a floor anywhere they put it.
Something Morpheus would have been interested in, and something Trinity honestly didn't care about at all.
Not at the moment.
All she had a mind for was him. His body, which was rising and falling less and less often, was the center of attention in her mind.

She lowered her gaze once again to Neo's face. She didn't know how long she had been kneeling beside him. All she knew was that his eyes still hadn't opened. She knew the war was over down in Zion. She knew that people were running around cheering. Morpheus was probably keeping close to Naiobi, smiling confidently at Lock whenever he chanced to pass by. She knew Link and Zee would be hugging each other happily – that is, if any of those people were still alive.
She was happy that that moment had finally come. She was inexplicably glad that the war was over, and they could finally get on with their lives without the constant threat of machines attacking them.
But she had known, ever since she had seen the oracle, this moment would probably come with a price. That she would not be able to rejoice in it like everyone else was, but would either be dead, heartbroken or unsure whether or not she would be heartbroken in the near future.

Her face was pale, hard, and blank as she knelt there. No one could read the emotions going through her mind unless they looked into her eyes. Those blue orbs were so filled with conflicted emotions that, instead of the clear blue that they were, they would feel more like a rainstorm. Trinity hated uncertainty. She hated sitting there not knowing whether or not Neo was going to wake up again or if was going to leave her forever.
But most of all, she hated knowing that all this happiness that everyone was feeling, all this happiness that she knew was delved deep inside of her somewhere, was only achieved because this man, the man that she loved had risked his life to do so.

She had known since the beginning that that was his destiny, and she accepted that. But she wanted to see his face clear of dread and uncertainty when he found out the war was over. Trinity didn't care if that was the last face she ever saw – she just wanted to see it. More than anything, she wanted to see Neo's smile.

Thinking of that smile, thinking of the man that had changed her so much, she gripped his shoulders even tighter. Her lips pressed together and a single tear slipped from her eyelid and fell off of her cheek and onto his. She remembered how she was before he came along. The only thing she lived for was saving people from the Matrix, and killing agents. She followed Morpheus' bidding… that was her life, that was her drive.
And then Neo came. God… she really hadn't believed he was the one in the beginning. It was really hard to believe it when you knew you were supposed to fall in love with them. But he got to her, he made her believe. She had a new drive, a new goal: she actually believed the war could end, and she believed that Neo would be the one to end it.

Her face was still hard, and still blank. But now her lips were pressed just a little tighter, her eyes seemed to be even more focused on his face, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration… and there were fresh tears just slipping from her unmoving eyelids. She didn't even have to blink to free them. She didn't sob, or shake… she just cried. She took a sharp breath when she couldn't hold it in anymore, and it was in that moment that her face showed emotion. Her eyebrows changed from furrowed to winkled, her eyes switched from focused to hazy, and her mouth changed from tight to slightly ajar. She knew she should let him go, that she should just break down now and get it over with. She knew that holding on like this was just going to hurt more.
But after all she had been through, after all she had seen Neo do, she couldn't just stop believing. She couldn't just give up on him. I brought you back to life for God sakes… she thought to herself. You brought ME back to life, and you're going to damn well come back now.

Her determination back, she whipped the tears off of her cheek with her shoulder, cupped his face in her hand, and began to speak…
"Neo…" She said, very clearly for someone who had just been crying. "Neo, you did it. You finished it, you saved Zion. You did what you had to do… and now it's time to come back." She closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts. Even if he couldn't hear her, which she believed so deeply that he could, she was going to bribe him to come back until there was absolutely no hope left. "It's time for you to get your ass back over here, so that we can go back to Zion. They need a hero, Neo. You can't just save their lives and then leave. You can't just save my life, and then leave. Because you saved me Neo, you saved me… and I will do everything in my power to save you."
She closed her eyes again, ready to keep going, but she felt something change. She felt the body beneath her hand rise and fall more quickly, and she could feel breath on her neck. When she heard a cough, her eyes shot open just in time to see Neo's facial expression change from peaceful to exhausted. His eyes were no longer smooth but wrinkled from the pressure that he was putting on them, trying to regain his breath.
"Neo!" She called for him, rubbing her fingers against his temples, trying to ease the pain that was probably rippling through his head. And that was when his eyes opened, that was when that small hope that she was daring to hold on to burst, and a smile spread across her thin, usually stressed face.

"Thanks…"

Trinity's smile became even wider when words came from Neo's mouth. "Don't mention it…" She whispered, running her hand through his hair. "Where are we?" He asked, his throat hoarse. It was then that she realized that the machine that had been carrying them had stopped, and when she looked to her right, she saw the hovercraft they had came in – somehow mended, and ready to go.
"We're almost home." She said, smiling down at him. "Do you think you can make it to the ship?" She asked him, looking up and down his limp body. He turned his head slightly to the side to check the distance between where they were, and where the ship lay. "If it means I can sleep once I get there, then I'll manage." He whispered, chuckling.

She smiled again, before standing up and moving behind him, pushing him up from behind. Once he was on his own two feet, she took his left arm and slung it over her shoulder, caressing his hand in hers. He looked at her and smiled, and that smile was free of worries, was free of uncertainty.

Tears threatened, but she pushed them back one more time, only to lean over and kiss him gently, wrapping her free hand around his cheek.