Trinity was running down a hallway. She glanced behind her as she slowed to a stop. She reached out to touch the down button on the elevator when the doors opened.

An Agent sent a punch forward, catching her unawares. She started to fall back and braced her hands out behind her, turning what should have been a fall into a backwards cartwheel. She continued backwards, down the hall, flipping and tumbling, never landing on her feet but sending herself upwards into the air where she delivered a perfect kick to the Agent. He stumbled backand she took the advantage, going forward, towards her only exit, striking out at the Agent with everything she had.

She managed a blow to the head, knocking him sideways followed by a kick to the side of his head. SHe used her foot to shove his head into the wall, cracking it with her force. The Agent grabbed at her calf and threw her, with a single hand, across the hall.

She hit the opposite wall and fell to the ground.

Trinity pushed herself to her feet as the Agent prepared to stamp his foot down on top of her. She moved towards him, getting in two kicks. Three kicks. She prepared for a fourth but the Agent sent a punch directly to her core. The force of the blow wiped her out and she landed ten feet off on her stomach.

She started to stand but the Agent got to her before she reached her feet, a hand around her throat. He shoved her into the wall and lifted her up.

Trinity kicked at him, slightly weaker than she was moments before. It was obvious that she was feeling the lack of oxygen despite only being in her head.

The Agent smirked at her before sending her heels over head into the ground.

Despite the wince on her face, she put her hands back behind her and flipped back to her feet. She turned towards the Agent. He was blocking her way.

She threw a punch which he returned at a greater speed and strength. The force and angle of the blow sent her back into the wall. His hand shot out at her throat and she tried to claw it away. Realizing she couldn't, she sent a hand flying out at him.

It did nothing.

He punched her in the face before picking her up by the throat and arm and lifting her off the ground. He slammed her into the wall, breaking the plaster. And then again, he threw her back and threw the wall she had been pressed against only moments before.

She hit the ground hard, a tooth breaking in the process. Blood and saliva dripped from her mouth.

The Agent reached for a gun and Trinity copied his motions, taking out both of hers. She was ready to shoot when the door opened and the second Agent stepped out.

There was no way out of the room. She could not defeat the Agents the way that Neo could.

The window was suicide.

But as the Agent prepared to fire, she turned and jumped through anyway. Glass flew everywhere, cutting her face.

She turned while falling, firing back behind her. The Agent followed her and suddenly they were both in freefall, trading bullets.

And then it happened. The Agent fired a shot that flew down, down, down until it pierced into her chest.

Her eyes widened, in both shock and pain.

And there she was. Falling. Falling. Falling...

Neo woke up gasping, loudly. His breathing was heavy, he was nearly hyperventilating.

"Neo?" Trinity's voice came from his right. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

Trinity's voice. She was talking to him. Touching him. Her smell surrounded him.

She was there; she was real.

"Trinity." He exhaled her name like a prayer, reaching out and yanking her down on top of him. "Trinity."

If she was surprised at his actions, she recovered quickly. "It's all right. Everything is alright." Her words were soothing. Repetitive. Calming. "You're okay now. I'm here."

I'm here.

It had seemed so real… everything he had dreamed of. Trinity, fighting the Agent. Running and jumping. The bullet that flew at her. That pierced her chest.

Trinity falling.

But she was there, in front of him.

"Did you have a nightmare?" She asked.

He nodded, "Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I…" He looked at her, curled against his chest and covered only by a blanket. She blinked up at him, "There was an Agent. And you…" He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.

Trinity seemed to understand anyway. "Ah." Her fingers ran circles over his chest and she kissed him, just above the plug nearest his heart. "I've had those dreams."

"You have?"

"Mhmm. Mostly before we were actually together. Some even before you were unplugged. I had a thousand nightmares of you. In some, you were too old to have been unplugged and you died before I could even reach you. Other times, I would dream about you in the Matrix. Cornered by Agents. And I would see it happen but I wouldn't be able to reach you. But they're just dreams, Neo."

He nodded, still feeling sick to his stomach. "I know. It just… it felt so real." Neo fought a wave of nausea.

"Come here."

Trinity wrapped her arms around him and rolled to her back, pulling Neo on top of her. He burrowed his face into her neck and held onto her tightly.

"Do you remember the night we met?" She whispered to him, "In the back of that dirty club? And they were blasting that borderline metal-techno? You were drinking a beer, trying to figure out if you dreamed about the white rabbit or if it was real or not?"

He knew what she was doing- taking his mind away from his nightmares.

Neo closed his eyes and breathed her in. Smoke, dust, and sex.

"I had been waiting for you for so long." She whispered. "And you were right there. In front of me. And I had to remember that stupid script, to warn you. When all I wanted to do was to kiss you." She placed a kiss on top of his head. "And that silly outfit," She laughed, "Tank had a fucking field day with that but I kept telling him that I needed to blend in at the club. Really, I just wanted you to want me. The way I wanted you…"

Neo felt his lips twist up in a grin, "You should have... Just gone up to me and kissed me. Would've been a hell of a story to tell our kids. 'It was love at first sight- you're mother jumped me right then and there.' It would make meeting in a bar sound just a bit classier."

"Really? Because that sounds like the start of a Penthouse letter."

"Mmm." Neo hummed, pushing himself up so that he was just above her. "Dear Penthouse, The most amazing thing happened to me today." He pressed a kiss to her hairline. "I was standing in the back of a bar, alone, getting ready to leave," He kissed her temple, trailing his mouth across her cheek, "when this drop dead gorgeous woman" he kissed her cheek, " in a tight, black leather dress walked straight up to me, pushed me against the wall and had her very wicked way with me."

Neo dipped his head down and kissed her. He pulled back slightly and caught her lower lip between his teeth.

Thoughts of the nightmare were completely gone from his head as Trinity wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him down to her. She kissed him, hard, grinding herself up and against his thigh.

Neo tugged her down the bed so that she was flat against the tatami mat. He could feel her lips turn up into a smile as their kisses grew softer and more languid.

He pushed one hand around her back, pulling her closer as if gravity wasn't a strong enough force. His other hand trailed down her chest, circling her nipple with a single finger, before continuing down and across her stomach. He only stopped when he felt a surge of heat at the apex of her thighs.

Neo nibbled at her neck as he started to circle her clit and waited for the sharp intake of breath that meant he was on the right track. It didn't take long.

He placed palm against her core, rocking it gently as he pushed two fingers inside of her. She moaned, softly.

That was no good, he decided. Moaning quietly meant, despite any pleasure she was receiving, she was still aware of her surroundings.

He pulled the hand that had been around her back out and to her hip, gripping at the flesh there. She always responded so well to things like that. It didn't even take thought anymore to realize what would bring her the most pleasure. Nails digging softly into her hips or thighs. Raking down her back. The light tug on her hair that meant he needed to kiss her. Nips on the neck, the ears, her breasts, stomach and thighs. It was as natural as a kiss.

Neo angled his neck back upwards to look at her face. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was open, her breath coming out in erratic bursts.

"That first night?" Neo whispered, curling his fingers up inside her, "When you pressed yourself against me, and whispered in my ear? Do you know how much effort it took to listen to what you were saying and not just reach out and touch you? The things I wanted to do with you… And the way you said my name… I wanted to make you scream it." he slipped a third finger inside of her. She whimpered in response, biting her lip. "And when we get back in Zion, it'll be the first thing I make you do once we get back home.

"But right now, baby, I need you to be quiet." He kissed her lips, slowing the pace of his hand to drive her crazy but offer no release, "Put your mouth on my shoulder." He waited until she had complied, her wet mouth resting just past the bottom of his neck. Neo let out a soft sigh. "Good." He sped up the rocking of his palm and felt her clench around his fingers. Her body tensed momentarily before a sharp pain came to Neo's attention. Her teeth were just short of breaking the skin as she bit his shoulder, coming undone beneath him. Her hips were pushing upwards, grinding herself harder and harder into him until she hit her high.

Her body relaxed and Trinity sank back down, panting to catch her breath.

Her eyes opened and she looked at him, examining his shoulder. Deciding that he was okay, she reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair. After a brief tug, his mouth was at hers.

Hours later, when Trinity had dressed and left the room to go to get breakfast before going on duty, Neo found himself alone. He was sitting on the bed, tugging on his boots when the image of Trinity, falling, entered his mind.

It's just a dream.