Note from Disclaimer:
:D Hey guys. Long time no see. Sorry about the big delay on the Third Chapter. I'm so evil. I've been.. Oh...? What have I been doing. Listening to James Taylor, and Metallica's new album that just came out "St. Anger". Which, by the way, if your a fan. AWESOME! :D! Anyhow, I've finally got the 3rd Chapter, and I promise its a pretty good one. Little bit of major footage on the way. And, by the way. My other Fan-Fiction... I think it was a Spanish name, can't think of it at the moment.. like.. Findigo Amor? That's it, I think. Its Spanish for "Make Believe Love" and its Elise's view of that dream that they're stuck in at the end of this Chapter. I didn't post the WHOLE thing, for obvious reasons. Its VERY graphic, and I'm praying if I post it, that Fan-Fiction won't kick me off the sight for posting such.. um.. shall I say... 'interesting' stuff. It IS very powerful though, and I think it has a lot of meaning to it. So, if you do want to check that out, its going to be up at my Fan Fiction Website on Tripod.com. If you don't know the address, its on my Bio page, or
is the web link. Copy and paste. :D Anyhow, hope you enjoy Chapter 3. I'll bring up some more Chapters soon. And for those of you crazy Agent Fan's out there. Agent Meryl is in Chapter 4, and it'll be up soon! I promise! :D Later guys! Happy Reading :D PS: If you like this one, and haven't read my crazy funny one. Check it out. "The Sole Survivor".
Bullseye just stared directly at the Agent, not moving. Meryl repeated herself, once again, "Answer that phone.. and your dead". He began to smile, slowly, still holding Elise, as he continued to hold the phone near his ear. He inched it slightly closer, clearing his throat, and moving his unused hand, inches from her face, waving slightly, as he, and Elise both disappeared into green codes.
"Damn it!", she hissed.
* * * * * * *
Link unplugged Elise first, and she toppled over, laying, still unconscious, on the chair. Then, he went over, unplugging Bullseye shortly after, and he immediately jumped from the chair, rushing over to her.
"Link. Is she alright...?". Link nodded a bit. "At least she's not dead, Bullseye. Thank the world for that". Bullseye nodded, squatting down with her. Link handed him a wet cloth, cocking a brow, curiously, at the worried look plastered across his friends face. "...Hey..", he squatted down next to him, curiously, "What're you freaking out about...? She's alive.. Chill...". James refused to respond, cleaning her frivolously with the cloth, until the blood had been removed from the sides of her face. His brown eyes narrowed a bit as he worked.
Why was he so worried about her...? What was he thinking? It was just a girl. Some random girl that was picked to help with the missions. She wasn't anything special to him... He paused, his fingertips trailing over her cheek. Something seemed so familiar about her. He just couldn't place it exactly.
Just then, Tank entered - noticing the two, distraught and he nudged Link a bit, handing him a stack of papers.
"Morpheus wants to see you two, immediately," Tank muttered. Link nodded, still awestruck as he watched Bullseye tower over Elise, devastated.
"I'll go," Link broke his own concentration, looking down for a moment and then over at Tank.
"Bullseye...?," Tank looked toward the door.
"I'm staying here with her," he whispered, brushing the sides of her face.
"But why?," Tank questioned back, "Who cares about Digit? She's probably fine anyways and probably what Morpheus ha--".
"I care about her," he said calmly back, "and I'm not going. Morpheus can wait as far as I'm concerned".
"Fine. Suit yourself," Tank shrugged, stepping inside. Link gave his friend a last pat on the back, leaning in towards him again, so they were eye-to-eye.
"She'll be fine, he assured him, sitting back up and sliding the hatch open on the door, turning to leave, "I promise". He didn't know what exactly that had meant, but he took his friends word, looking back to Digit.
He cleaned the blood from her clothes, not sure of where the bullet hole had hit.
"Bullseye...," Tank hovered overtop of him, watching curiously, "Do you think she is going to be okay..?". He stared at her for a moment, and then looked to Tank, his eyes in this constant state of confusion - almost like he was scared, but was afraid to admit it.
"Tank - I want you to hook us back up. Send us back into the Matrix". Tank looked at him like he was insane, "Why do you want me to do that?! You're going to kill her!". Bullseye scowled, standing up quickly, falling back into his own chair.
"I suggest you plug me in, Tank, or I'll do it myself". Several seconds passed and he was engulfed by the sounds of the metal clicking in his neck, and then he was out, in the chair. In the Matrix. Or so he thought.....
* * * * *
Tank shoved the needle-like plug into the rather oblong socket on Elises clammy neck, cursing under his breath at the two. Bullseye was too cocky for his liking, and Elise always managed to screw things up some how, and deserting the team under such harsh conditions, she should be the one thanking him afterwards for doing this for her.
Suddenly he heard beeping behind him at the computer and he turned, noticing the different fuzzy lines dashing across the screen, where the codes for the Matrix should've been.
"What the hell is going on?", he muttered, beside himself. If that wasn't the Matrix, then where were Digit and Bullseye?
* * * * *
Bullseye had opened his eyes to darkness. He tried to stand up, but after a moment of briefly thinking the situation over, he suddenly felt like he was having one of those dreams where he was just watching.
Suddenly, it was like a movie began flashing before his eyes. "You don't need him Elise" "Bullseye" "Hey." "Hey." "What's wrong?"
What's going on, he wondered, watching Elise and him on the side of her bed. Talking.
"...I...I love you.."
He stared almost exactly like he saw himself staring directly in front of him. Wide-eyed, and unbelieving. This couldn't be the Matrix. This couldn't be real, he thought. What was it then?
I must be dreaming, he reassured himself, stunned as he watched himself kiss her. Passionately. Like he had only kissed the girl from his past. And he couldn't describe the familiarity it felt to him.
He watched himself unclothe her, carefully, gently, like he would have imagined himself doing. If he ever would have, to her. He watched him touch her, in places he never dreamed of touching her. He could feel the sensations, as he began realizing, he was in this dream too. Feeling it, imagining it. And suddenly reality began to take control, and before he could even think otherwise, there he was. Making love to her. And he could feel it, and live it.
And he loved it.
* * * * *
Tank heard sounds coming from the headset, but most of it was just static.
He tried for a third time, dialing Elise and then James cell phones. Both buzzed and then dialed out busy.
"Damn it, you two! Where are you?!"
* * * * *
"Bullseye"
I heard the name and instantly I was awake. Home? On the Neb? My eyes drifted downward to the warm, comfortable, but then again, naked, body that lay against me. I stared for several seconds into her dark brown eyes, refusing to believe that any of what had happened hours ago, was really real. My eyes drifted slowly to the digital clock. 4:55 a.m. I felt her breath on my cheek, and it nearly drowned me with emotions, once again. I fought her down my chest, letting her hold me still, with the most awkward sensations in my stomach, trying to settle themselves.
"Elise?", I whispered to her, a hand around her shoulders, awkward still, "What am I doing here? Where are we?". She nuzzled my rough cheek with hers, and I fought back driving sensations to hold her in my arms, and forget what was happening entirely.
God she was so beautiful.....
I shook my head, and ended up shaking her too. "Bullseye!", she gasped, shocked by my outburst. I held her close, the awkwardness growing less and less by the second.
Just to touch her, one more time. To be with her, it had to be worth it.
I realized my face was inches from hers, and my breath had developed to a heavy pace to it again. I had not ever even slightly had thoughts of Elise being any more than just a friend. A person to go to when I needed comfort. When I needed sanity.
My lips brushed hers, hers mine - and I pulled her close, my kiss forceful, but in the same sense powerful and with meaning. I could feel her chest against mine - her hands wrapped around my waste, touching me so softly. She kissed me back, taking short gasping breaths in between interlocking ourselves together.
Suddenly in the midst of our embrace, the truth dawned on me.
" Digit," I gasped during a break in our kisses, "Elise", "Elise...I love you, Elise". I kissed her again, feeling her fingers brushing my skin. I trembled, kissing the sides of her face, her cheeks, her ears, her eyes. "I love you... I really... I really am sure I love you". She kissed my nose, and then we kissed one another, briefly again, before she broke it, whispering the five most wonderful words from her lips to my ear, that I had ever heard.
" I love you too, Bullseye".
* * * * *
Tank was scrambling, typing code after code after code into the computer, frantically. It had been almost seven hours, and Morpheus, Neo, and even Trinity, moments earlier had all come in, wondering where one of the two of them were.
He was running out of ideas, and as much as he hated to do it, if he didn't find a way to get them back soon, he would have to unplug them both. Elise. Elise didn't matter much to the crew anyway, and they were just using James for "target" purposes, to destroy Agent Meryl. So what was the point of keeping either of them alive, if it potentially had a risk of letting the Agents out of the Matrix, to harm Morpheus or one of the other Neb members.
"seven seven five, thirty-three dash nineteen seventy-seven sixty-two dash...", he said the codes out loud as he typed them. The error message flashed on the screen again, and Tank slammed his hands down across the keyboard. "Argh!". He ran his hands through his jet-black hair, a little musty with age, wondering what he had left to do. He looked to Elise, snarling at her, almost. How was it possible to hate someone, and love them at the same time? Was it even, he thought, looking back to the flashing error message on the computer. If I don't do something soon, something's might escape the Matrix and make it back here. For all I know, this could be a virus eating them alive, and I'm putting them in more pain than I need to, he thought.
He sighed, as he stood up, walking over to Elise, putting a hand, slowly under the table. He gripped the cord loosely around his fingertips, biting his lower lip. It was hard for him to even think about doing this - never-the-less actually even doing it. To someone he actually cared about, even though she had betrayed them all.
"I'm sorry Elise...," he whispered, looking back to the screen once more, before turning back to the chair with Elise, " I even thought I loved you...", he whispered, parting the hairs from the side of her unconscious face. He squeezed his eyes shut, forgetting about it, and with one last deep breath, he yanked the cord from the back of head, stumbling back onto the hard aluminum floors....
Note from Disclaimer: (again...) :D Hehe. I'm so evil with the cliff- hangers. I love you guys!!! Haha! That's why I've determined I have to irritate you to death with "what if" questions. :D Cause its fuuuuuun and I know your going to be irritating the daylights out of me! Sorry I took so long again. But hopefully you enjoyed this Chapter, and are wickedly anticipating the 4th Chapter! Stay tuned! Stay focused! And PLEASE, keep on reading and reviewing! :D See you later - and I promise, soon - with Chapter Four! :D Happy Reading!
:D Hey guys. Long time no see. Sorry about the big delay on the Third Chapter. I'm so evil. I've been.. Oh...? What have I been doing. Listening to James Taylor, and Metallica's new album that just came out "St. Anger". Which, by the way, if your a fan. AWESOME! :D! Anyhow, I've finally got the 3rd Chapter, and I promise its a pretty good one. Little bit of major footage on the way. And, by the way. My other Fan-Fiction... I think it was a Spanish name, can't think of it at the moment.. like.. Findigo Amor? That's it, I think. Its Spanish for "Make Believe Love" and its Elise's view of that dream that they're stuck in at the end of this Chapter. I didn't post the WHOLE thing, for obvious reasons. Its VERY graphic, and I'm praying if I post it, that Fan-Fiction won't kick me off the sight for posting such.. um.. shall I say... 'interesting' stuff. It IS very powerful though, and I think it has a lot of meaning to it. So, if you do want to check that out, its going to be up at my Fan Fiction Website on Tripod.com. If you don't know the address, its on my Bio page, or
is the web link. Copy and paste. :D Anyhow, hope you enjoy Chapter 3. I'll bring up some more Chapters soon. And for those of you crazy Agent Fan's out there. Agent Meryl is in Chapter 4, and it'll be up soon! I promise! :D Later guys! Happy Reading :D PS: If you like this one, and haven't read my crazy funny one. Check it out. "The Sole Survivor".
Bullseye just stared directly at the Agent, not moving. Meryl repeated herself, once again, "Answer that phone.. and your dead". He began to smile, slowly, still holding Elise, as he continued to hold the phone near his ear. He inched it slightly closer, clearing his throat, and moving his unused hand, inches from her face, waving slightly, as he, and Elise both disappeared into green codes.
"Damn it!", she hissed.
* * * * * * *
Link unplugged Elise first, and she toppled over, laying, still unconscious, on the chair. Then, he went over, unplugging Bullseye shortly after, and he immediately jumped from the chair, rushing over to her.
"Link. Is she alright...?". Link nodded a bit. "At least she's not dead, Bullseye. Thank the world for that". Bullseye nodded, squatting down with her. Link handed him a wet cloth, cocking a brow, curiously, at the worried look plastered across his friends face. "...Hey..", he squatted down next to him, curiously, "What're you freaking out about...? She's alive.. Chill...". James refused to respond, cleaning her frivolously with the cloth, until the blood had been removed from the sides of her face. His brown eyes narrowed a bit as he worked.
Why was he so worried about her...? What was he thinking? It was just a girl. Some random girl that was picked to help with the missions. She wasn't anything special to him... He paused, his fingertips trailing over her cheek. Something seemed so familiar about her. He just couldn't place it exactly.
Just then, Tank entered - noticing the two, distraught and he nudged Link a bit, handing him a stack of papers.
"Morpheus wants to see you two, immediately," Tank muttered. Link nodded, still awestruck as he watched Bullseye tower over Elise, devastated.
"I'll go," Link broke his own concentration, looking down for a moment and then over at Tank.
"Bullseye...?," Tank looked toward the door.
"I'm staying here with her," he whispered, brushing the sides of her face.
"But why?," Tank questioned back, "Who cares about Digit? She's probably fine anyways and probably what Morpheus ha--".
"I care about her," he said calmly back, "and I'm not going. Morpheus can wait as far as I'm concerned".
"Fine. Suit yourself," Tank shrugged, stepping inside. Link gave his friend a last pat on the back, leaning in towards him again, so they were eye-to-eye.
"She'll be fine, he assured him, sitting back up and sliding the hatch open on the door, turning to leave, "I promise". He didn't know what exactly that had meant, but he took his friends word, looking back to Digit.
He cleaned the blood from her clothes, not sure of where the bullet hole had hit.
"Bullseye...," Tank hovered overtop of him, watching curiously, "Do you think she is going to be okay..?". He stared at her for a moment, and then looked to Tank, his eyes in this constant state of confusion - almost like he was scared, but was afraid to admit it.
"Tank - I want you to hook us back up. Send us back into the Matrix". Tank looked at him like he was insane, "Why do you want me to do that?! You're going to kill her!". Bullseye scowled, standing up quickly, falling back into his own chair.
"I suggest you plug me in, Tank, or I'll do it myself". Several seconds passed and he was engulfed by the sounds of the metal clicking in his neck, and then he was out, in the chair. In the Matrix. Or so he thought.....
* * * * *
Tank shoved the needle-like plug into the rather oblong socket on Elises clammy neck, cursing under his breath at the two. Bullseye was too cocky for his liking, and Elise always managed to screw things up some how, and deserting the team under such harsh conditions, she should be the one thanking him afterwards for doing this for her.
Suddenly he heard beeping behind him at the computer and he turned, noticing the different fuzzy lines dashing across the screen, where the codes for the Matrix should've been.
"What the hell is going on?", he muttered, beside himself. If that wasn't the Matrix, then where were Digit and Bullseye?
* * * * *
Bullseye had opened his eyes to darkness. He tried to stand up, but after a moment of briefly thinking the situation over, he suddenly felt like he was having one of those dreams where he was just watching.
Suddenly, it was like a movie began flashing before his eyes. "You don't need him Elise" "Bullseye" "Hey." "Hey." "What's wrong?"
What's going on, he wondered, watching Elise and him on the side of her bed. Talking.
"...I...I love you.."
He stared almost exactly like he saw himself staring directly in front of him. Wide-eyed, and unbelieving. This couldn't be the Matrix. This couldn't be real, he thought. What was it then?
I must be dreaming, he reassured himself, stunned as he watched himself kiss her. Passionately. Like he had only kissed the girl from his past. And he couldn't describe the familiarity it felt to him.
He watched himself unclothe her, carefully, gently, like he would have imagined himself doing. If he ever would have, to her. He watched him touch her, in places he never dreamed of touching her. He could feel the sensations, as he began realizing, he was in this dream too. Feeling it, imagining it. And suddenly reality began to take control, and before he could even think otherwise, there he was. Making love to her. And he could feel it, and live it.
And he loved it.
* * * * *
Tank heard sounds coming from the headset, but most of it was just static.
He tried for a third time, dialing Elise and then James cell phones. Both buzzed and then dialed out busy.
"Damn it, you two! Where are you?!"
* * * * *
"Bullseye"
I heard the name and instantly I was awake. Home? On the Neb? My eyes drifted downward to the warm, comfortable, but then again, naked, body that lay against me. I stared for several seconds into her dark brown eyes, refusing to believe that any of what had happened hours ago, was really real. My eyes drifted slowly to the digital clock. 4:55 a.m. I felt her breath on my cheek, and it nearly drowned me with emotions, once again. I fought her down my chest, letting her hold me still, with the most awkward sensations in my stomach, trying to settle themselves.
"Elise?", I whispered to her, a hand around her shoulders, awkward still, "What am I doing here? Where are we?". She nuzzled my rough cheek with hers, and I fought back driving sensations to hold her in my arms, and forget what was happening entirely.
God she was so beautiful.....
I shook my head, and ended up shaking her too. "Bullseye!", she gasped, shocked by my outburst. I held her close, the awkwardness growing less and less by the second.
Just to touch her, one more time. To be with her, it had to be worth it.
I realized my face was inches from hers, and my breath had developed to a heavy pace to it again. I had not ever even slightly had thoughts of Elise being any more than just a friend. A person to go to when I needed comfort. When I needed sanity.
My lips brushed hers, hers mine - and I pulled her close, my kiss forceful, but in the same sense powerful and with meaning. I could feel her chest against mine - her hands wrapped around my waste, touching me so softly. She kissed me back, taking short gasping breaths in between interlocking ourselves together.
Suddenly in the midst of our embrace, the truth dawned on me.
" Digit," I gasped during a break in our kisses, "Elise", "Elise...I love you, Elise". I kissed her again, feeling her fingers brushing my skin. I trembled, kissing the sides of her face, her cheeks, her ears, her eyes. "I love you... I really... I really am sure I love you". She kissed my nose, and then we kissed one another, briefly again, before she broke it, whispering the five most wonderful words from her lips to my ear, that I had ever heard.
" I love you too, Bullseye".
* * * * *
Tank was scrambling, typing code after code after code into the computer, frantically. It had been almost seven hours, and Morpheus, Neo, and even Trinity, moments earlier had all come in, wondering where one of the two of them were.
He was running out of ideas, and as much as he hated to do it, if he didn't find a way to get them back soon, he would have to unplug them both. Elise. Elise didn't matter much to the crew anyway, and they were just using James for "target" purposes, to destroy Agent Meryl. So what was the point of keeping either of them alive, if it potentially had a risk of letting the Agents out of the Matrix, to harm Morpheus or one of the other Neb members.
"seven seven five, thirty-three dash nineteen seventy-seven sixty-two dash...", he said the codes out loud as he typed them. The error message flashed on the screen again, and Tank slammed his hands down across the keyboard. "Argh!". He ran his hands through his jet-black hair, a little musty with age, wondering what he had left to do. He looked to Elise, snarling at her, almost. How was it possible to hate someone, and love them at the same time? Was it even, he thought, looking back to the flashing error message on the computer. If I don't do something soon, something's might escape the Matrix and make it back here. For all I know, this could be a virus eating them alive, and I'm putting them in more pain than I need to, he thought.
He sighed, as he stood up, walking over to Elise, putting a hand, slowly under the table. He gripped the cord loosely around his fingertips, biting his lower lip. It was hard for him to even think about doing this - never-the-less actually even doing it. To someone he actually cared about, even though she had betrayed them all.
"I'm sorry Elise...," he whispered, looking back to the screen once more, before turning back to the chair with Elise, " I even thought I loved you...", he whispered, parting the hairs from the side of her unconscious face. He squeezed his eyes shut, forgetting about it, and with one last deep breath, he yanked the cord from the back of head, stumbling back onto the hard aluminum floors....
Note from Disclaimer: (again...) :D Hehe. I'm so evil with the cliff- hangers. I love you guys!!! Haha! That's why I've determined I have to irritate you to death with "what if" questions. :D Cause its fuuuuuun and I know your going to be irritating the daylights out of me! Sorry I took so long again. But hopefully you enjoyed this Chapter, and are wickedly anticipating the 4th Chapter! Stay tuned! Stay focused! And PLEASE, keep on reading and reviewing! :D See you later - and I promise, soon - with Chapter Four! :D Happy Reading!
