The Twilatrix

I do not own Twilight or the Matrix. If I did I would be minted—and I assure you that I'm not. No copyright infringement intended. This is just for fun.

I've been looking forward to doing this scene for quite a while, so let's just get right into it! I get the feeling a few scenes might get written tonight. (Thanks everyone for sticking with this little unbeta'd ditty.)

~X~

Jasper is back on the Neb, keeping a close eye on the screens as he readies everything for his crewmates' return.

"They're on their way," he says aloud for Emmett's benefit, but then suddenly there's a flicker and the code changes. "What is that?" He holds his hands up as he tries to make sense of the strings of characters.

Still searching, Jasper finally sees what it is that has changed.

"Oh my God…"

~X~

Making their way up the stairs, heading back to the exit, Bella takes a little time to marvel at her surroundings. The realism, down to the peeling wallpaper on the walls, stuns her. She sees a cat walk past a doorway, giving itself a little shake and then walking away.

Happening to glance back at the doorway, the cat repeats its action.

"Woah—déjà vu."

Everyone turns in Bella's direction.

"What did you just say?" Edward asks—he's the closest to her.

Bella's position at the back of the group, with everyone looking down the stairs at her, makes her feel a conspicuous. She replies a little self-consciously. "Nothing. Just had a little…déjà vu."

"What did you see?" Edward seems concerned, and James hurries down a few steps so the two men are standing side by side.

"What happened?" James is also alarmed. Bella is confused by their sudden state of alert over a cat.

"A black cat went past us." Bella indicates the doorway. "And then another that looked just like it."

Edward's response is swift and snappy. "How much like it? Was it the same cat?"

Shaking her head slightly, Bella looks down for a brief moment. "Might have been—I'm not sure."

Carlisle takes charge of the situation. "Rosalie. Alice." All eyes turn to him; then Rosalie and Alice run up and down the stairs respectively, guns in hand.

As she presses back against the rail to let Alice by, Bella looks up at Edward's serious face and asks, "What is it?"

"A déjà vu is usually a glitch in the Matrix." Edward pauses for a second to allow Bella to understand the seriousness of the situation. "It happens when they change something."

Up the stairs, Rosalie arms her gun ready.

~X~

Bree, looking significantly cooler and calmer in the Matrix than she does in the real world, is sitting in an arm chair with her feet up, looking at a picture of a black guy with dreads, wearing a purple suit but no shirt. The picture is signed, With all my love, Laurent.

Bree's cell rings and she picks it up.

"They've cut the hard line. It's a trap—get out!" Jasper's voice is frantic, and Bree wastes no time in getting to her feet.

She opens the curtains only to find that the window is gone, and there is a brick wall in its place.

"Oh no..." Bree realizes that agents are coming and dashes over to a chest, pulling out an impressive handful of weapons, but she knows it's not going to be enough.

As she stands up and aims in the direction of the double doors directly ahead of her, they burst open and a rain of bullets enters.

~X~

In the real world, Emmett stands over Bree's tiny body, watching it spasm and then relax. A trickle of blood falls from the side of her mouth.

~X~

In the Matrix, downstairs, Carlisle walks over to a window to find another brick wall.

"That's what they changed. It's a trap—there's no way out!" James panics, and Carlisle instructs him to be calm.

Carlisle turns to Edward. "Give me your phone."

As he hands it over, Edward reminds his captain, "They'll be able to track it."

"We have no choice." Carlisle's brow wrinkles and he takes the phone and puts it to his ear.

"Operator." Jasper answers immediately, but there is a thickness to his voice. Carlisle knows this means bad news.

"Jasper, find a structural drawing of this building. Find it fast."

As if he had one prepared, Jasper finds what he needs at his fingertips. "Got it."

"I need the main wet wall." Carlisle waits for Jasper to find it, his body tense as he worries for the well-being of his crew.

~X~

Downstairs from the surviving members of the crew of the Nebuchadnezzar, Agent Jane pauses as she places her foot on the next step. She puts her finger to her earpiece.

"Eighth floor."

"They're on the eighth floor," Agent Demetri confirms.

~X~

Carlisle leads the others through corridors in the direction Jasper indicated.

"Alice, straight ahead," he commands, and Alice complies immediately, checking that the way is clear.

"Bella," Rosalie says, holding out a gun for her to take. "I hope the Oracle gave you some good news."

"Another left—that's it," Jasper's voice says to Carlisle through the cell.

"Good." Carlisle tucks the phone back in his pocket.

~X~

The SWAT team reaches the eighth floor, apprehensively making their way through the same corridors, following the direction that the Agents say the terrorists headed. They're well aware of the reputations of those they track.

When they reach the final unchecked room and find it empty, they are confused.

On the other side of the tiles in the bathroom, a shower of dust falls onto James. He feigns an attempt to hold it in, but a sneeze escapes.

The SWAT team spins around.

"They're in the walls! They're in the walls!"

As they open fire, Bella uses a gun for the first time, flinching at the recoil.

One of the SWAT team is overtaken by a silver film on his skin, and changes into Agent Jane. As soon as she's formed, she marches over to the wall, punches through, and grabs Bella by the neck.

"It's an agent!" James states the obvious.

Alice yells and bursts through the wall, landing on Agent Jane and freeing Bella.

"Alice!" Edward cries out.

Still pinning Agent Jane to the floor, she shouts to the others, "You must get Bella out. She's all that matters."

"No." The full horror of the Oracle's prediction returns to Bella. "No, Alice—don't!"

"Go," Carlisle orders, and he, James, and Rosalie, make a sliding descent, tearing away wood and plaster with their boots.

"Bella, go." Edward grabs her.

"We can't leave her!" Bella understands how dangerous agents are, and looking at Alice through the puncture wound in the wall that Agent Jane left, Alice looks so small and delicate.

"We have to," Edward replies, and then tugs hard, taking Bella with him during his controlled fall.