Disclaimer: same as ever!
Some romance in this chappie, beware!!
**
„We're wrong again!"
„As if you would know it better!"Grumbled Morpheus and studied the map for the hundredth time.
"I don't understand it myself. We should already be there!"
Niobe sighed.
"Why don't we just ask someone?"
"I'm totally able to read a map, thank you oh so very much! We take the next junction and try again!"
"Must be that "lonely wolf principle" I heard so much about.." she muttered quietly.
Morpheus just shot her a glare.
Neo smirked on the backseat, holding Trinity who took a nap.
Niobe shifted in her seat and tried desperately to avoid looking into the rear-view mirror.
On his back seat, One enjoyed himself very much by pulling bizarre faces into that very mirror. Humans could be such fun!
He tried his new "beware-I'm-a-sex-offender"-glare and saw the woman shudder. Excellent!
Then he looked out of the window and tried hard not to sulk too much.
Judged by the emotions Two had sent past the last hours, he silently feared that his Twin had all the fun while he was stuck in this dirty car with four even dirtier rebels in it.
Life sucked.
Usually, Two was the quieter and thoughtfully of them, parties and women weren't exactly his favourite occupation, which was more One's field.
Now he had the feeling, that he'd slightly underestimated his brother on that subject…
**
"You're doing it again!" grumbled Two in Felices ear.
"Doing what?" she asked smiling as they danced another tango.
"You're leading….again!"
"Well, some one has to do it!" she replied innocently.
Two gritted his teeth.
"Do you think they're satisfied now and let us go?" he asked.
"I think it's worth a try, I don't want to have to dance yet another Macarena!"
They stopped dancing and staggered back to the high table, heavily supporting each other while doing so. Two's program was laid out to guarantee physical endurance and he could almost handle everything without needing much rest, but it was not designed to cope with an excess consisting of too much alcohol, too little sleep, the totally loss of his virus powers and the absence of his twin.
They excused themselves and left the dining hall under loud cheers from the other guests, obscene jokes (directed at Two) from the men and plenty of advises how to make the best out of their "wedding night"(directed at Felice) from the women.
On their way back to their suite, Two just desperately hoped that he didn't say or do anything wrong. Due to the whole stress, his systems hadn't worked their best and he couldn't remember the last two hours clearly. It was all blurry.
Well, he had to ask Felice tomorrow.
As they finally arrived in their suite, they slumped down on the couch after barricading the door with a chair (Felice didn't want to be surprised by a nosey chambermaid in the morning, discovering that they had slept on the couch, still fully clothed), completely exhausted.
Two would have liked to take off his coat, but that goddammned handcuffs wouldn't allow it.
He also would have loved to take a shower, but glancing at Felice, he decided that this wasn't an option either right now.
He sighed and switched the TV on, wondering where his brother probably could be and when this Trinity would finally arrive to free them from this torture.
After half an hour of watching cartoons and sipping tomato juice to avoid the to be expected hangover, Felices head suddenly lolled onto his shoulder. Two immediately tensed, but the woman was already asleep. In attempt to relax as much as possible he had loosen his tie discreetly a few minutes ago and now part of her long hair slipped into his open collar and tickled his sensitive skin.
Careful not to wake her, he gathered the strands and took them out of his shirt. Her hair was soft and smelled wonderful.
He cocked his head and finally made a decision.
He got up and swept Felice up into his arms, carrying her to the heart-shaped waterbed.
Felice had loudly refused to sleep in it and under any other circumstances he would have happily agreed with her, for this bed insulted every sense of beauty he called his own, but now he was tired, his back complained and his legs hurt. He wanted to lie down, even if just for a few minutes.
Cause of the watery nature of this bed he decided to remove Felices boots from her feet, because they were very pointy. As he loosened the fastenings he mused how anyone could wear such parquet killers without outing himself as passionate masochist.
Humans!
He looked at Felices face, finally peaceful in sleep.
This woman was an energy bomb, a devil in disguise. He never met a girl with so much spirit, the women who visited the Merovingian's restaurant were always disciplined, always calm, perfectly mannered, well educated. Never a wrong gesture, never an improper word.
They were perfect.
They were boring.
Felice hadn't let herself down, the whole evening long. Not a single time. And he had pestered her a lot, he had to confess.
Ooohh, now he was going to get sentimental…
Better to get some sleep before he finally confessed undying love or something else of this stupid, hormonal based shit!
He groaned and stretched out, beneath him the mattress gurgled and slowly he drifted into sleep.
However, he didn't notice Felice snuggle up close to him just a few minutes later, wicked grin on her lips and eyes sparkling with mischief….
**
At the Merovingian's skyscraper.
"Where are they?"
"They should be back by now!"
The Merovingian's headache got worse, minute by minute.
The Twins were not only his bodyguards; they were also his preferred and most trusted "employees". They weren't able to cheat on him; he had programmed them this way.
Loyal and absolutely obedient, they fulfilled his every order to his uttermost satisfaction.
Till now.
He eyed this evening's female guests and decided to send the petite brunette at table No 17 a piece of his famous chocolate cake. Watching the program work never failed to amuse him, although he almost got tired of the game by now.
Sometimes, he mused, he already did it just out of pure habit.
Before he could give his personal waiter a wink, Mr Miller approached him from the left.
There had been a time when he used to do all the important programming himself, but long ago he had decided to let other people do it for him. Miller was one of them. The small grey man with his heavy glasses waited for the sign that he was allowed to speak.
"And? Anything new from them?"
"I fear, Monsieur, that there are some problems concerning the Twins."
The Merovingian raised his eyebrows.
"What problems could that be?" he asked.
"Well, it seems that there are some difficulties with their code."
"Does it not work?"
The small brunette really had wonderful breasts. He took another sip of his favourite wine.
"It does work, but.."
The Merovingian sighed.
"Mr Miller, as you might remember, I am not a patient man. What is wrong with them? Now speak, I have better plans for the evening!"
"It seems, Monsieur, that their code is changing."
The self-proclaimed ruler of the Matrix tensed.
"It does what?"
"After proper examination, I have come to the conclusion that the program started to rewrite itself." Miller stated dryly.
"But how is that possible?"
"I do not know."
"Then find out! What will be the consequences for me?"
"I cannot say yet. That's the problem with these Virus programs. One can never be sure how they develop, but I've told you then."
"I know, I know, but it was the challenge that stimulated me to write this program."
Miller just bowed his head in defeat, he knew better then to oppose the Master.
"Do we know where they are at the moment?"
"Not exactly, but there is a weak signal which can be followed back to them."
The Merovingian gestured at two other of his flunkies.
"Kim and Yun, you track them down and bring them back to me, so I can fix their code! And you won't do them any harm, understood? I want them unspoiled!"
**
Five hours, six burgers, three cokes, half a bottle Jägermeister (for Niobe, to calm her nerves), four stops at gas stations for a piss, god knows how much endless discussions with Morpheus, one moaned "Yes, Trinity, oh yes" from a sleeping Neo, several tries to murder One from Niobe, three life-threats at Trinity for loudly singing "what a wonderful day", endless assurances how urgent the lonely and completely defenceless Two needed his dear brother from One and one flat tyre later, they finally found the hotel.
The sun already rised, as they entered the lobby.
"What the hell has happened here?"
Neo snickered.
"Looks like we missed a real good party! Is there actually some one there who's still awake?"
He ringed the bell at the receptionist's desk.
Nothing happened.
He ringed again.
After a few moments, loud cursing and shuffling could be heard and the curtain opened and a tired looking, unshaved concierge with dark circles under his eyes trotted to his desk, holding an obviously hurting head.
The four held their breaths, the man smelled like he had bathed in pure alcohol.
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, what can I do for you?"
"We wanted to meet some friends of ours, who checked in last evening." Started Morpheus.
The concierge finally looked up and noticed One.
And started smiling.
"Ah, you must be the wedding guests then. And the brightgroom´s brother is also there, how nice! But I'm afraid, they haven't come down yet, must still be sleeping, or doing other things, heh?" he grinned and nudged One in the rips.
Four jaws dropped simultaneously.
One looked as if he would pass out every moment.
Or run amok.
Hard to tell.
"Look, why don't you wait at the restaurant, breakfast will be served in a few minutes!"
"That sounds nice, doesn't it?" a shell-shocked Neo managed to say and pushed his companions to the dining hall.
"That has to be a misunderstanding, I'm sure!"
"Felice always was.. kinda freaked out, but she wouldn't marry, well she wouldn't do it that spontaneous, without telling any one!" Trinity said desperately.
"And furthermore a man, who she met just a few hours ago!"
"Trinity, does she actually know that he isn't human?" Niobe hissed in her ear.
"I didn't have time to tell her, but who could sense something like that?"
"Bullshit, my brother wouldn't marry, I wouldn't marry! It has to be some wicked trap!" grumbled One.
Neo smirked evilly.
"Well, if you're doing everything together, that leaves you now to search a bride for yourself, doesn't it?"
One gulped and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Niobe snorted.
"No Neo, if they do everything together it would mean, that they have to share Fel-
She suddenly clamped a hand over her mouth.
"No, never mind what I said, I was just overreacting, I'm sorry!"
Trinity shot her an angry look.
"Don't you even think of that!" she hissed at One.
"Fucking hell, woman I don't even know this girl!" he tried to defend himself.
"That didn't seem to hinder your brother!" Trinity practically shouted.
"Sshh, Trin calm down, Morpheus must be right, it surely is a misunderstanding, now try to relax! Here, eat one of these croissants!"
Trinity took a bite of the buttered croissant; Neo had shoved onto her dish and started snivelling.
"These were one of her favourites…"
Everyone else groaned and started eating.
**
Felice woke with a start.
For just a few seconds, she had had the funny feeling that her body was sinking right through the mattress of the bed, onto the ground.
Then the feeling was gone and she rubbed her sleepy eyes.
Must have been a dream.
She looked up and noticed the mirror under the ceiling, reflecting both of their worn out and rumpled appearances.
Wait a minute, mirror under the ceiling?
That chauvinistic Bastard had taken her to bed!
But then, closing her eyes, she decided that her hangover was way too bad to be really pissed off with him. And if they really had slept on the couch, she likely wouldn't feel her legs right now…
But he didn't have to know that, did he?
She took a look at Two, who was still sleeping the sleep of the dead, and noticed, that her head still laid on his shoulder and more important, that her right hand had wandered dangerously close to certain body parts during the night.
The results seemed to be very respectable, she thought smirking.
So the mighty professional high-paid assassin was nothing but a mere man too.
Resolutely, she nudged Two in the rips, after removing her hand from his belt of course.
Two groaned and tried to hide his face under a pillow. No chance.
"Good morning sunshine!" Felice chirped.
"Damnwomanlemmesleepjusafewminutesmore…"
She snatched the pillow away from him.
"Hurry up, lazybones, I'm starving. Let's go down and get some breakfast!"
Two glanced at her out of red shot eyes and grasped after his sunglasses. Unfortunately, out of sheer forgetfulness, he used his right arm and sent Felice flying.
She landed, of course, on top of him.
"Here we go again!" ,she stated acidly, "Could you please stop doing that!"
To her utter amazement, two red spots creeped up Two´s cheeks.
"I´m sorry."
"Two, are you alright?" Felice asked, as she got off him.
"Of course, why shouldn't I?"
"You've just apologized and-
She stopped.
"Did you remove my boots?"
"Ahem, yes…you know it's a water bed and I thought, yes I thought….oh never mind!" Two stammered, face flushed.
"Oh thank you! It would have been very uncomfortable to sleep in them.."
A moment of ankward silence followed.
"Okay….are we ready to go now?"
"Yes, I think we are."
**