Author's Note: I found these prompts on Tumblr (credit: euthoricspidey) and wanted to incorporate them with my favorite unconventional pairing. None except for a couple are my own prompts. All of these one-shots are meant to occur separate from one another and each occur in the Matrix at various points in time. They are supposed to be just fun, so don't worry too much about the timeline or time coherence.

"Please don't leave me."

Trinity felt the cool wind hit her face, the fake, programmed sweat dripping down her pale face as she looked at his hand grasping her wrist. His knuckles were almost white as he held onto her. Glasses off, piercing blue eyes exposed, he looked almost pained.

"Please," Smith said, "don't leave me."

"I have to." They were waiting for her on the ship. Her secret hack to prevent them from seeing her movements would only last so long. Did he really just say please? Never had he used such a soft word.

"I won't ask again. I will have to kill you."

"I know."


"I'm scared."

"The machines have access to the codes of zion and will penetrate your human city in a matter of hours."

Trinity felt her hands shaking, though she willed them to cease. He touched her arm lighty and she felt him bring her into his chest. He was doing it for her. She knew he hated touching and being touched, but even his social ineptitude caught on to her clear state of stress.

"Smith?"

"Yes?"

"I'm scared."


"What happened to us?"

His sunglasses were beside him on the grass. Her sunglasses were in her pocket, safely tucked away. It was sunny, yet they found refuge underneath a tree in a small park. It was, if time meant anything in the Matrix, summer. Their weapons were nowhere to be seen.

Trinity suddenly laughed to herself quietly.

Smith looked at her questioningly.

She motioned for him to look at their current predicament - them sitting together, silent yet in a comfortable daze. "Nothing. Just..." she threw up a flippant hand "what happened to us?"


"I thought I'd never see you again."

If Smith had a heart, he would have felt it stop. The last time he had seen her, he had seen her falling off a building, blood spilling from her gunshot wound. He hadn't fired the shot - Agent Brown did and he watched as she fell but did not watch for the impact. He simply ordered the other Agents to clean up their mess.

Yet, miraculously, he now saw her here in front of him again. No wounds. No blood.

"Miss Edwards," he said. "I thought I'd never see you again."


"Wake up. Please. For me."

He wasn't moving. He wasn't responsive to any stimuli. There were no signs of trauma, yet he laid there lifeless in her arms.. Had it been the Architect? Trinity was crying, shaking his lifeless programmed body as the rain drowned out her sobs.

"Wake up, Smith. Please. For me."


"Who did this to you?"

The Merovingian had really done a number on her, sending his brutal bodyguards after her. She had managed to evade all of their bullets, but some of them had swords and had managed to cut her up pretty badly. She had no way of finding an exit right now in order to escape, so instead she had found an abandoned alley to try and rest and collect her thoughts. Trinity collapsed in a tired sitting position, her fake joints that were just lines of code protesting in pain.

Just then, he appeared. She looked at him, nearly too injured to fight. Was he going to finish the Merovingian's fight and kill her? They had established a mutual respect, but he was like a cold-calculating wild animal.

He said nothing at first, but grabbed her face firmly, examining it.

Their eyes met and she saw nothing but concealed wrath.

"Tell me now," his hand on her face gripped harder, letting her know that this was no request. "who did this to you?"


"I hate seeing you with them."

He was silent, face more enraged than his normal emotionless temperament.

"What the hell is your problem?" Trinity yelled, though she knew it was pointless. He never responded well to intense displays of emotion from her. He didn't understand it, and didn't know how to process it.

Rather than respond, he turned away from her. She thought he was going to walk away, leave her without closure from yet another argument as he had countless times before.

"I hate seeing you with them." The words were so quiet and gravely low Trinity almost didn't hear it.

"What?" She asked.

"Those disgusting rebels," he said in that same dangerously quiet voice. There was more anger just below the surface, threatening to boil over. "I...hate...to see you with them."


"I love you." "No, you don't."

She was crying again. She hated crying in front of him. Or anyone.

"I love you," said Trinity.

"No, little human, you don't." His cruel words stung her insides like a savage poison, consuming her insides and rotting her core. "Do not let those chemicals inside your brain fool you."


"I can't keep doing this."

"I can't keep doing this," said Smith, his voice calm and even, though she was learning to pick up the nuances of his voice.

"Yet here you are," replied Trinity.


"Why does it sound like you're saying goodbye?"

"I am malfunctioning. My code is no longer coherent." Smith refused to step closer to her, refusing to meet her eyes.

"Why are you saying this?" asked Trinity, confused. He had called her here like normal, and found a safe place to talk.

"I must evaluate the best course of action and proceed as I was programmed,"

"Smith, stop bullshitting me. Why does it sound like you're saying goodbye?"


"You're in love with someone else."

"You're in love with someone else." Smith's words were not a question. They were a statement, as bitter as they seemed. "You're in love with him, aren't you? That disgusting and inane human - Mr. Anderson."

Love. What a foreign word to leave his mouth. Trinity had never heard him say the word love before now. Her surprise quickly turned to anger as she spun around to face him.

"Don't you ever speak about him that way."

"Do not lie to me."


"I know you're hurt."

She cursed her body for showing signs of fatigue and pain. Something, perhaps many things, were broken. Definitely a rib. A finger. A kidney was probably bruised. Though she reminded herself that none of this was real, that her body didn't really exist, the pain was very much real.

"I know you're hurt, Miss Edwards," said Smith, a cruel smile creeping upon his face. "you humans have always been so evolutionarily fragile."


"You can't seriously believe that I had anything to do with this?"

" I trusted you!" She was beating her fists against her chest, kicking and screaming violently. "They are all dead. All of them! How could you do this?"

He had her pressed against him, trying to contain her rage as much as he could without harming her. "You can't seriously believe that I had anything to do with this?"

"Of course I can, you fucking machine," she was screaming so loud her throat felt like it was bleed. "That's all you can do is lie and kill. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! "


"I'm so tired of fighting, and I know you are too. Please, let's end this war."

He had his gun pointed straight at her head, the cold metal almost touching. Agents normally didn't hesitate to kill a human. But he was no ordinary Agent, was he? He looked at her, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side in questioning.

"No measures for escape?" He asked, clearly somewhat dumbfounded in his own machine-like way. Why had he not pulled the trigger yet?

She shook her head. "I'm so tired of fighting, and I know you are too. Please, let's end this war."


"You saved me?" (Credit to Just-a-few-prompts on Tumblr for this one).

"Smith," Trinity asked incredulously. "You…. You saved me?"

Smith tilted his head, blinking once, twice. "Of course," he said simply. "You and I have a very special relationship, Miss Edwards. One that I could never have with any other human."

He walked up to her, holding his hand out to help them up. "So, naturally, to keep that special relationship alive," he continued, "I'll absolutely step in to ensure you don't die. For now, at least. Until I get bored."


"Don't lie to me"

She was fading fast. He anticipated her life would be terminated in less than ten minutes. He was holding her fragile, weak body in his arms in the abandoned warehouse. Another Agent had struck her down, but Smith was the one to pursue her as she tried to make her futile escape. He had called off the other two Agents so he and the human could be alone. He wasn't sure why.

"I don't want to diem" said Trinity, fear in her eyes.

He decided to give her mercy. "You're not going to die." He said simply. A simple white lie to make her death easier for her.

"Don't lie to me. Not you."


"I hate you."

"Go away before I end your pathetic life." He snarled, his hands itching to grab his gun.

She didn't move away from him, didn't run, didn't even flinch. How he longed to see the fear in her eyes the way he used to. The way every other human looked at him. When they saw him, they saw their deaths rushing towards them.

"Why haven't you killed me yet, Smith?"

"I said go away." He punched the wall behind her, mere inches beside her face. Concrete went flying around her, yet she still did not yield. It was a scare tactic and a juvenile one at that.

"Not without you answering my question," she stated simply, as if it were the easiest question in the world to answer.

Why hadn't he killed her yet? He didn't know. Yet these unknowable questions only served to enrage him further. This time he did pull his gun on her, shoved her up against the wall, and placed the gun against her temple. "I will end you," he threatened through gritted teeth.

He saw her set her jaw in defiance against him. "You keep saying that over and over. You insult me and my kind perpetually, yet you have been given chance after chance to kill me and you haven't. Why?"

There was silence for a long time and they stayed like that for a while, him pressing his Desert Eagle into her temple, arm pushing her body into the partially destroyed concrete wall. He had such rage that he could feel himself trembling. So overcome with emotion he felt like the disgusting human he loathed. He wanted to kill her so badly, to see her lifeless body crumble to the ground and finally she would cease haunting him.

" ...why?" she asked again quietly, almost breathlessly.

He didn't know why but he pressed his lips up against hers. It couldn't be called a kiss. A kiss would presume a romantic feeling and he felt no such thing. All he felt was raw, unbridled emotion that he could not parse out for himself, could not understand or process. He felt like he was imploding. So rather than kill her, he simply smashed his lips up against her own. She was startled and he liked that. He felt her tense up, and saw her eyes widen. Before she had time to react further, he removed his lips from her, but stayed mere centimeters away from her, still leaning so close he could feel her breath on his face.

"I hate you, Miss Edwards."