Breathe Into Me
by Wing'dCallisto
Disclaimer: The Matrix belongs to the Wachowski Siblings. Neo belongs to Trinity. I wish he belonged to me, but, alas, such is life. I did think up Trinity's new name, though. xD Yeah.
Author's Note: Wow, nineteen reviews! 'Tis a record for me. Many thanks to all the reviewers, it's you that keeps me going. (Well, partially.) Also, a huge hug to my best friend and beta-reader, Nain, who gives me the advice and inspiration that I always need. Thankyou, Bishkins. Once again, this chapter is in Amy's P.O.V. More clarification, yay.
Sorry this chapter isn't fantastic, but I have major writer's block at the moment and it's difficult for me to put down what I want to say in words. -_-; And this is _not the last chapter_, although the ending may seem as such. I've still got plenty more to write. Just wait and see.
Summary: Trinity and Neo meet each other again, in the Matrix, but do not recognize each other...
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I opened up the thick phone book on my lap to the 'A' section. The names stretched out in front of me, and I wondered how many 'T. Anderson's I'd find. Knowing my luck, there'd probably be a million... or there'd be none at all.
Blankly, I stared at the page, running my finger down the columns, searching for his name. I needed to find it. If I didn't find him, I didn't think I'd ever really be able to function again. I couldn't control the deluge of half-formed memories that were making themselves visible to me. Maybe an answer would. Who knows.
But was he... Neo? Maybe he was, and maybe he wasn't. I needed to know, though.
Suddenly, a name jumped out at me. Fortunately, there was only one 'T. Anderson', and I smiled in relief. With shaking fingers, I outlined his name and number in a thick red pen, and lifted my cordless phone off the reciever. The dialtone echoed in my mind-- I felt like my soul was being wrenched from my body, and I was flying through the reciever, green code reflected all around me...
I shook my head. 'Get a grip, Amy.' I muttered, dialing his number with clumsy fingers. I held it to my ear, trying to resist the urge to disconnect. He answered promptly after the first ring.
'Hi, this is Thomas Anderson here--'
Nervously, I blurted out, 'Hi, it's Amy Lockhart here. You know, we--'
'Um, I'm not home right now, but if you want me to get... to get back to you, just leave a message after the beep. Yeah. Thanks.' The tone shrilly rang in my ear, and I furiously hung up, then held my head in my hands, resisting the urge to scream in frustration.
Getting to my feet, I left the house. I needed to clear my mind.
***
The park was always a nice place to visit. It was situated in the middle of the city, surrounded and hidden by skyscrapers. I tilted my head back, pure sunlight splashing on my face, so real and ... warm.
I walked along the lake, watching the people sitting in the small pedal-powered boats and slowly making their way across the calm water. All around me the air was filled with a cacophany of laughter and talking. I envied everyone. Everyone but me.
Alongside me walked a small indian girl and an elderly woman. The girl was chattering excitedly, but then turned her head shyly to look up at me. The smile on her face grew wider, and she tugged on her guardian's jacket.
'Look, look! It's...'
'Sati, it's rude to point.' Chided the woman quietly. Then she gave me a warm smile. 'I'm sorry. She didn't mean to be rude, I'm sure.'
'That's okay,' I replied, slightly bemused. The woman and the girl walked ahead, and I watched their gradually fading backs. The young girl was eagerly jumping around, talking loudly to the old woman, laughing and joking. I shook my head slightly and jammed my hands in my pockets, exhaling loudly.
'Hey-- it's Amy, right?' Came a familiar voice. I turned around and almost jumped out of my skin. It was Thomas. He looked tired, but smiled briefly when my eyes met his. 'It's nice to see you again.'
'Oh, hi!' I stammered, feeling a blush slowly rise up my neck. My knees started to shake. Was it really him? I reached out, involuntarily, and touched his shoulder, my hand brushing against the rough fabric of his jacket. Yes, it was him-- and he was smiling at me, although his eyes were questioning.
My legs gave way, and he caught me as I fell forward. 'Are you okay?' He asked, half carrying me over to one of the park benches. 'You look kind of pale.'
'I'm fine,' I replied, shutting my eyes tightly, assaulted by memories. I was standing in a phone booth, the phone ringing wildly. I turned and looked at him, wondering where I could find the words, or if I could even gather up enough courage to tell him the truth... But a train roared past and the moment was lost.
'Amy,' he said, shaking me slightly. I opened my eyes again, startled to find myself in broad daylight. I felt like I'd been sleeping, or at least transported elsewhere. I looked up at him and tried not to cry.
'I tried to call you,' I said, looking at my hands. 'But you weren't home.'
'You ... tried to call me?!' He sounded surprised.
'Of course.' I replied. 'I was going... um, to ask if you wanted to meet for coffee or something.'
He didn't say anything, and I glanced at his face, noticing, for the first time, that there were long, thin scars surrounding his eyes. I frowned. 'Did something happen to your eyes?' I asked, slightly curious. 'Or...'
'Oh, I had an eye operation a week ago.' He replied, looking uncomfortable. 'I don't really know what happened, but there was an accident and my eyes were burnt. The doctors doubted that they could repair them, but...' He paused. 'They did. It's a goddamned miracle, if you ask me.'
'Yeah...' I replied. 'So, you don't know how it happened?'
'No idea.' He shrugged. 'I was in a coma for almost a year before this. Somehow my eyes were damaged. My lawyer told me I should sue the hospital, but... well, I don't have any reason to do so. I don't know how it happened and I don't know why it happened, but the truth is that it did happen.'
Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed his hand. 'That's wierd.' I said, 'Because I was in a coma for a year as well. I only got out of hospital a few weeks ago. I don't know why I was in there in the first place, because I can't remember much of my past.'
'I can't, either.' He exclaimed, and once again my eyes met his. 'It's strange, Amy. I feel like I know you. Like you and I have been together before.'
'I feel like that too,' I replied, then paused. 'Hey, Tom... do you ever call yourself Neo?'
He looked taken aback by the question. 'Neo?' He asked, thinking for a moment. 'No,' he said finally. 'I don't think I've ever called myself Neo. Why do you ask, Amy?'
Maybe he isn't Neo, I thought as I shook my head, giving him a warm smile. For some reason, I didn't feel at all disappointed. He may not be the man from my dreams, but I still can fall for him. This much I know.
by Wing'dCallisto
Disclaimer: The Matrix belongs to the Wachowski Siblings. Neo belongs to Trinity. I wish he belonged to me, but, alas, such is life. I did think up Trinity's new name, though. xD Yeah.
Author's Note: Wow, nineteen reviews! 'Tis a record for me. Many thanks to all the reviewers, it's you that keeps me going. (Well, partially.) Also, a huge hug to my best friend and beta-reader, Nain, who gives me the advice and inspiration that I always need. Thankyou, Bishkins. Once again, this chapter is in Amy's P.O.V. More clarification, yay.
Sorry this chapter isn't fantastic, but I have major writer's block at the moment and it's difficult for me to put down what I want to say in words. -_-; And this is _not the last chapter_, although the ending may seem as such. I've still got plenty more to write. Just wait and see.
Summary: Trinity and Neo meet each other again, in the Matrix, but do not recognize each other...
--------------------------**
I opened up the thick phone book on my lap to the 'A' section. The names stretched out in front of me, and I wondered how many 'T. Anderson's I'd find. Knowing my luck, there'd probably be a million... or there'd be none at all.
Blankly, I stared at the page, running my finger down the columns, searching for his name. I needed to find it. If I didn't find him, I didn't think I'd ever really be able to function again. I couldn't control the deluge of half-formed memories that were making themselves visible to me. Maybe an answer would. Who knows.
But was he... Neo? Maybe he was, and maybe he wasn't. I needed to know, though.
Suddenly, a name jumped out at me. Fortunately, there was only one 'T. Anderson', and I smiled in relief. With shaking fingers, I outlined his name and number in a thick red pen, and lifted my cordless phone off the reciever. The dialtone echoed in my mind-- I felt like my soul was being wrenched from my body, and I was flying through the reciever, green code reflected all around me...
I shook my head. 'Get a grip, Amy.' I muttered, dialing his number with clumsy fingers. I held it to my ear, trying to resist the urge to disconnect. He answered promptly after the first ring.
'Hi, this is Thomas Anderson here--'
Nervously, I blurted out, 'Hi, it's Amy Lockhart here. You know, we--'
'Um, I'm not home right now, but if you want me to get... to get back to you, just leave a message after the beep. Yeah. Thanks.' The tone shrilly rang in my ear, and I furiously hung up, then held my head in my hands, resisting the urge to scream in frustration.
Getting to my feet, I left the house. I needed to clear my mind.
***
The park was always a nice place to visit. It was situated in the middle of the city, surrounded and hidden by skyscrapers. I tilted my head back, pure sunlight splashing on my face, so real and ... warm.
I walked along the lake, watching the people sitting in the small pedal-powered boats and slowly making their way across the calm water. All around me the air was filled with a cacophany of laughter and talking. I envied everyone. Everyone but me.
Alongside me walked a small indian girl and an elderly woman. The girl was chattering excitedly, but then turned her head shyly to look up at me. The smile on her face grew wider, and she tugged on her guardian's jacket.
'Look, look! It's...'
'Sati, it's rude to point.' Chided the woman quietly. Then she gave me a warm smile. 'I'm sorry. She didn't mean to be rude, I'm sure.'
'That's okay,' I replied, slightly bemused. The woman and the girl walked ahead, and I watched their gradually fading backs. The young girl was eagerly jumping around, talking loudly to the old woman, laughing and joking. I shook my head slightly and jammed my hands in my pockets, exhaling loudly.
'Hey-- it's Amy, right?' Came a familiar voice. I turned around and almost jumped out of my skin. It was Thomas. He looked tired, but smiled briefly when my eyes met his. 'It's nice to see you again.'
'Oh, hi!' I stammered, feeling a blush slowly rise up my neck. My knees started to shake. Was it really him? I reached out, involuntarily, and touched his shoulder, my hand brushing against the rough fabric of his jacket. Yes, it was him-- and he was smiling at me, although his eyes were questioning.
My legs gave way, and he caught me as I fell forward. 'Are you okay?' He asked, half carrying me over to one of the park benches. 'You look kind of pale.'
'I'm fine,' I replied, shutting my eyes tightly, assaulted by memories. I was standing in a phone booth, the phone ringing wildly. I turned and looked at him, wondering where I could find the words, or if I could even gather up enough courage to tell him the truth... But a train roared past and the moment was lost.
'Amy,' he said, shaking me slightly. I opened my eyes again, startled to find myself in broad daylight. I felt like I'd been sleeping, or at least transported elsewhere. I looked up at him and tried not to cry.
'I tried to call you,' I said, looking at my hands. 'But you weren't home.'
'You ... tried to call me?!' He sounded surprised.
'Of course.' I replied. 'I was going... um, to ask if you wanted to meet for coffee or something.'
He didn't say anything, and I glanced at his face, noticing, for the first time, that there were long, thin scars surrounding his eyes. I frowned. 'Did something happen to your eyes?' I asked, slightly curious. 'Or...'
'Oh, I had an eye operation a week ago.' He replied, looking uncomfortable. 'I don't really know what happened, but there was an accident and my eyes were burnt. The doctors doubted that they could repair them, but...' He paused. 'They did. It's a goddamned miracle, if you ask me.'
'Yeah...' I replied. 'So, you don't know how it happened?'
'No idea.' He shrugged. 'I was in a coma for almost a year before this. Somehow my eyes were damaged. My lawyer told me I should sue the hospital, but... well, I don't have any reason to do so. I don't know how it happened and I don't know why it happened, but the truth is that it did happen.'
Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed his hand. 'That's wierd.' I said, 'Because I was in a coma for a year as well. I only got out of hospital a few weeks ago. I don't know why I was in there in the first place, because I can't remember much of my past.'
'I can't, either.' He exclaimed, and once again my eyes met his. 'It's strange, Amy. I feel like I know you. Like you and I have been together before.'
'I feel like that too,' I replied, then paused. 'Hey, Tom... do you ever call yourself Neo?'
He looked taken aback by the question. 'Neo?' He asked, thinking for a moment. 'No,' he said finally. 'I don't think I've ever called myself Neo. Why do you ask, Amy?'
Maybe he isn't Neo, I thought as I shook my head, giving him a warm smile. For some reason, I didn't feel at all disappointed. He may not be the man from my dreams, but I still can fall for him. This much I know.