NOTES: I would like to stress that this chapter is UN-FINISHED. I am going
to Cozumel, Mexico at three fifteen tomorrow morning, and will not return
for two weeks, so I thought I post this. I have been taking my time on this
story, because I don't want it to go down hill the way my last one did.
Unfortunately, I can't top the first chapter, so I've here's what my measly
14 year old talent can give you. Enjoy.
There would be times when 'the men' would all go off during meal times, and She, Trinity and Aysha together would be left alone, as if they thought women preferred the company of women. Switch flinched. She hoped they meant in a non-sexual sense.
"Are you okay Switch?" Asked Aysha, leaning towards Switch, putting her hand out…
"Yes." Switch snapped, moving away too hastily.
Aysha looked hurt, but got over it. "Tank's cute, don't you think?" She asked, getting no answer.
Switch shuddered inwardly. But she reminded herself that her quiet reputation protected her.
"But…" continued Aysha. "I think he… I mean, he and Morpheus…" She laughed nervously and didn't finish. "Yeah, unreachable. Mouse is too young… Maybe I'll just wait for The One to be unplugged, and snag him."
She wrinkled her nose cutely and smiled like the world was her oyster.
Trinity looked at Aysha scathingly with her forget-me-not eyes. "You don't know that we are going to find the One."
Aysha shrugged from across the table. "I believe in Morpheus' instincts."
Switch left, feeling the swell of despair inside her when she had nothing to do.
But the tiredness soon started to seep in through the scars in Switches soul, and she couldn't work anymore. She started to sleep again, curled up against the hard mattress, curled around her soul. Trying to protect it.
She was tired of the façade. The façade she was able to abandon within the realms of her subconscious, which reigned eternally within her dreams.
But she couldn't drop it fully.
Give a bit away, you give it all away. Needless to say, they noticed.
Well, Trinity noticed. The others seemed to believe the lies that Switch concocted.
She and Dozer would be working away at fixing machinery or she, Aysha and Mouse would be programming software to take into the Matrix, and he would ask her; "Are you okay? You aren't working as hard as usual." Or "What's been up lately? You've been seeming tired."
And she would twist two wires together casually, or type in a variant code, and shrug confidently. "I was just proving my worth before."
Trinity could recognise pain and concealment. Maybe it was experience, or maybe intuition. Or maybe she'd heard Switch's crying through the metal walls more than once. She tried to reach out to her one night, tried to put her arms around her, in comfort. Affection was hard for Trinity, but pain was irresistible. Pain that tore herself away from the embrace of another woman, sick with fear, crying tears that may as well be the blood she would seek from herself later. But blood was red, and tears were salty, and Trinity was discouraged.
But something inside her was still entranced by Switch.
And Switch couldn't take her eyes off of Aysha.
There would be times when 'the men' would all go off during meal times, and She, Trinity and Aysha together would be left alone, as if they thought women preferred the company of women. Switch flinched. She hoped they meant in a non-sexual sense.
"Are you okay Switch?" Asked Aysha, leaning towards Switch, putting her hand out…
"Yes." Switch snapped, moving away too hastily.
Aysha looked hurt, but got over it. "Tank's cute, don't you think?" She asked, getting no answer.
Switch shuddered inwardly. But she reminded herself that her quiet reputation protected her.
"But…" continued Aysha. "I think he… I mean, he and Morpheus…" She laughed nervously and didn't finish. "Yeah, unreachable. Mouse is too young… Maybe I'll just wait for The One to be unplugged, and snag him."
She wrinkled her nose cutely and smiled like the world was her oyster.
Trinity looked at Aysha scathingly with her forget-me-not eyes. "You don't know that we are going to find the One."
Aysha shrugged from across the table. "I believe in Morpheus' instincts."
Switch left, feeling the swell of despair inside her when she had nothing to do.
But the tiredness soon started to seep in through the scars in Switches soul, and she couldn't work anymore. She started to sleep again, curled up against the hard mattress, curled around her soul. Trying to protect it.
She was tired of the façade. The façade she was able to abandon within the realms of her subconscious, which reigned eternally within her dreams.
But she couldn't drop it fully.
Give a bit away, you give it all away. Needless to say, they noticed.
Well, Trinity noticed. The others seemed to believe the lies that Switch concocted.
She and Dozer would be working away at fixing machinery or she, Aysha and Mouse would be programming software to take into the Matrix, and he would ask her; "Are you okay? You aren't working as hard as usual." Or "What's been up lately? You've been seeming tired."
And she would twist two wires together casually, or type in a variant code, and shrug confidently. "I was just proving my worth before."
Trinity could recognise pain and concealment. Maybe it was experience, or maybe intuition. Or maybe she'd heard Switch's crying through the metal walls more than once. She tried to reach out to her one night, tried to put her arms around her, in comfort. Affection was hard for Trinity, but pain was irresistible. Pain that tore herself away from the embrace of another woman, sick with fear, crying tears that may as well be the blood she would seek from herself later. But blood was red, and tears were salty, and Trinity was discouraged.
But something inside her was still entranced by Switch.
And Switch couldn't take her eyes off of Aysha.