Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don´t own the Matrix or the Twins…

@Sharkey:  One wasn´t hit, but since the Trio is telephetically linked the poison spreads out to One and Felice. Therefore One lost his conciousness right after Two.

Well, I fear I´m slowly using all possible clichés in this story, here´s another one in this chapter  ;-)

And you know that I wouldn´t really do something to our cute Twins, don´t you?

After all, I´m a convinced supporter of happy ends….

Oh, and I was so free to give the Merovingian a real french name and to invent a new past for him.

But read for yourself..

**

„Maybe I should keep you…"

These words echoed in her mind as Felice tried not to give in into the numbness that tried to conquer her body and soul.

It would be so easy just to give in….so tired as she was.

She started trembling.

"Don't try to fight against it, Cherie! Just close your eyes. When you wake again, everything will be alright, a new life is awaiting you mon amour!" the French voice said and the Merovingian stepped forward and stroked her cheek.

"Well, I wouldn't be so sure about that, Jean-Pierre!"

**

The Merovingian turned on his heel.

His henchmen immediately aimed at the figure that suddenly appeared in the almost destroyed bedroom.

It was Felices father.

"It's been a long time Jean-Pierre, isn't it? We haven't met since you left Europe all these years ago. How's your lovely wife?"

The Merovingian just stared at him. Then he gulped.

"Hagen? Is that you?" he asked unbelievingly.

"Your memory already wasn't the best thirty years ago, yes it's me! And now I would advise that you immediately let go off my daughter and my freshly baked son-in-law!" he said in a light and unconcerned tone. But the threat that lay underneath was not to be unnoticed.

"Now that you've mentioned it, she looks familiar…the perfect portrait of your wife! But why should I let go off her? After all she cost me two of my best assassins!" he said smugly.

Felices father just smiled innocently.

"Because if you don't, I'll make sure that you'll regret it, Jean-Pierre. I do remember many things about you after all…"

Trinity suddenly got the impression that the Frenchman got a tiniest bit nervous.

"Don't go too far, Hagen! At the moment it seems that I am the one at advantage!" he hissed.

But slowly he backed off till he reached the safety of his men who immediately gathered around him.

"You know, that was always your fault Jean-Pierre. You are too narrow-minded. What is the loss of two, I have to admit powerful, employees compared to the possible loss of yourself? All these years ago, we sent you abroad to establish a new section of our family. And what did you do with all the money and all the connections we endowed you with? You dropped out of sight…"

Mr Guildenstern sighed and helped his daughter onto her feet. Felice felt the numbness flee her body.

"They should have deleted you years ago!" The Merovingian muttered under his breath. But he looked terribly insecure.

Trinity watched how the colour came back into Felices face. The two silver bodies on the floor started groaning.

"Jean-Pierre, please! Did you really think that a new name and a bunch of killers could protect you against our wrath? We discovered your whereabouts years ago, my friend. And we watched you. With great interest I might add."

Mr Guildenstern adjusted his tie.

"And now you owe us one! But first of all, what did you do to my daughter?"

"The Twins are mine! I wrote their program! They assimilated your daughter and now she's mine too!" he spat triumphantly.

Felices father just laughed.

"Have I to tell you how it really works? You may have written their program. But now they're bound to my daughter by law, and more important, by blood! And that, Jean-Pierre, makes them part of the family. If at all, they belong to me, not to you!"

The Merovingian cursed.

"Now that this matter's cleared I advise you to collect your flunkies and leave. We'll keep an eye on you, don't forget that!" Guildenstern said and dismissed the Frenchman with a wave of his hand.

The Merovingian blushed deep red in humiliation and turned to leave. Neo and friends grinned smugly.

"The last word in this affair is not spoken yet! You'll hear from me, old friend!" he spat.

"Oh I hope so, Jean-Pierre, I hope so!"

"And don't call me Jean-Pierre!" was the last angry comment as he smashed door behind him.

**

Two groaned and moved his head.

A second later he wished he hadn't. His entire body felt like…like…

He was too tired to think of a proper expression. Slowly he opened his eyes. The room and the bed he was lying in were comfortable but new. He could sense One lying close next to him, still sleeping.

Familiar noises surrounded him; quiet talking in the room next to them which door was opened, the sound of footsteps and birds chirping outside the half open window. Rays of light streamed through the curtains into the room. He smelled fresh coffee and heard the rattle of expensive china.

It seemed that life had returned to normal.

Suddenly One opened up his eyes and turned his head to look at him. His Twin exactly looked like he felt at the moment. Like a beaten dog.

"We're still living…" One slowly said.

"Yes, we are..."

"What happened?"

"I don't know exactly, I just remember Felice crying and then everything went black..."

"Felice!!" One said alarmed and tried to sit up.

Then he groaned and held his head.

"Calm down, I can feel her coming to us!" Two said.

A second later a happy looking Felice entered the room and pushed One flat on his back again.

"You need to rest!" she said firmly and grabbed his wrist to feel his pulse.

"Bullshit, we're a program, we don't have to rest!" One proclaimed and tried to free himself out of her grasp.

"Ahh yes, about that program thing…" Felice chirped merrily and grabbed his wrist again.

Two was getting slightly irritated.

"What about it?" he asked warily.

"Well…." Felice teased.

"Do tell!" One insisted.

"After you two passed out, your former boss explained that your program kind of assimilated me.."

"That makes sense, otherwise you wouldn't be able to phase like we do!" One grinned.

"Yes, my dear but that's not all.." she grinned.

Two raised his eyebrows.

"The assimilation goes into both directions guys, that means…"

"Means what??" asked One, voice shaking.

"That means that you inherited some human attributes from me as well!"

Silence.

"What for example?" Two finally dared to ask.

"Like emotions…that stuff." Felice explained.

"Does it mean that we're mortal now?"

"I don't now, and after all of that I don't really want to find out!" Felice shrugged and fixed Two's head bandage.

Two felt the pain ease as her skilled cool fingers run over his skull. He relaxed, then looked at her.

"Did he do anything to you?" he asked worried.

"Nope, I'm fine! And now you should go back to sleep. That dart's poison really had it in it!"

"Will you stay by us?" One asked sleepily.

"I don't have the intention to ever leave you two! Now sleep!!"

**

"You're wrong!"

"I'm absolutely right; he would have been the perfect husband for you!"

"That man was a pervert!"

"You're not clever enough to recognize a good catch if you see one!"

"You obviously don't want me to be happy, Mama!!"

"Lici, I just want the best for you!"

"And don't call me Lici, I hate this child hood nickname and you know it!!"

"Don't use this tone with me, young lady! Being married does not mean that you can talk to your own mother like that!"

"Don't scold me I'm not feeling very well today!"

"You said so already yesterday evening, my dear!"

Two eyed that scenario between mother and daughter out of safe distance and decided not to interrupt them yet.

Instead he joined Trinity in the kitchenette next door where she helped herself to a cup of coffee.

"Want some?" she asked as he greeted her.

"Yes please!"

He added a generous amount of cream to the dark liquid and inhaled the delicious scent.

"Could you explain something to me?" he asked after a while of shared silence.

"Sure, what is it?"

"What is between the Merovingian and Felices family?"

"Well, where do I start… Felices family is involved in some kind of..criminal organisation, you could say. I don't know exactly what, but I think it's got something to do with the illegal smuggling of weapons and other things. They call themselves the family."

Two nodded surprised. Who would have thought?

"That's what I pressed out of Felice. Now the Merovingian made a comment that added to the presumption that Felices father is a program too. Her mother however, is human like Felice."

"Maybe that's why our program had no difficulties to assimilate her…" Two pondered.

"Anyway, her father told Mr Barney that there was a time where the Merovingian was part of the family. They've sent him here to extend the business, but Merovingian, or rather Jean-Pierre as his real name is, escaped with all the money they placed to his disposals, formed a new identity and called himself the Merovingian. As you can imagine, his European family was not amused that he had gone rogue!" finished Trinity.

"That's why he directly saw through our disguise..if he's a program himself.."

"How far is Felice involved into the whole story, does she know…?" he asked.

"Hard to say, she knows about the family, that's for sure! Although I doubt that she herself is personally involved into the business. I think she just lives the life of a rich family's daughter, enjoying the wealth and the money but don't adding to it!"

"And what about her father being a program?"

Trinity furrowed her brow and dipped a cookie into her coffee.

"I honestly don't know. I don't think that he told her, but then again she wasn't really shocked as she noticed that you two weren't human…"

"Maybe her mother told her.."

"Or maybe she just figured it out herself!" Felice said who entered the kitchen. She clearly was not amused.

"Do you now have to inquire my friends about my personal life or what? Couldn't ask me from the beginning, could you?" she asked angrily.

Two gulped.

"Feli please, I think that's not the right time for arguing, especially now that you escaped death or slavery just a hair's breadth!"

Felice sighed and her anger was gone as quick as it had flared up.

"I know…" she opened the fridge and got herself a milk shake.

"How did you find out?" Two dared to ask after a few moments of silence.

"I stumbled across some real old photo albums when I was fifteen, sixteen years old. And there were pictures of my father…and he looked the same like today on them!" she told.

"Yes and what's the point about that?" Trinity asked.

Felice shot her an angry glance.

"They were dated 1901!"

"Oh…yes I think I got the point! Couldn't it have been some one else, a relative perhaps?" Two said.

"No chance that was my father on these pictures! There was even his name under them. And after that, I started watching him, watching my family, investigating them. "

"What happened?" Trinity asked sympathetically.

"My mother found out. And explained. Like my father said, that thing with killers is family tradition. We always had ´security men´ at home, because of the luxurious interior of our mansion and to keep an eye on me when I was at home during the summer holidays. I never really paid attention to them before. But after Mama explained I noticed it. Bodyguards, chauffeurs and secretaries who didn't seem to grow old…"

She took another sip of her shake and shrugged.

"But who cares? It doesn't change who I am, does it?" she smiled at Two.

He sighed.

"Well, it seems that we've just lost our employer. I wonder what we are to do now."

Felice giggled.

He looked at her.

"What's so funny, after all we now have a wife to care for!"

"You have to remember, sweetheart that you married right into the high society of the family. You're now the son-in-law of one of their oldest leaders. Money will never be a problem, don't worry!"

"Does that mean that we will have to move to Europe?" he asked scared.

"Heavens, no! I'm going nuts if I had to stay with my eccentric family all day long. We will stay here, I'll take care of that!" she said and then looked suddenly disgusted at her milk shake.

"If you excuse me now, I fear I'm sick!" she sprinted for the bathroom.

Trinity sighed.

"Don't worry, I'll look after her!"

**

Several days later…

"That is not normal, Feli!" Trinity insisted as Felice threw up into the toilet just like the mornings before.

"Why do you make such a fuss about it? I'm just a bit sick, that's all. No need to worry!" Felice said and wiped her mouth with a fresh towel.

"Trinity is right, throwing up that often is not normal!" Niobe supported her.

 "But otherwise I'm feeling well!" Felice defended herself.

Niobe and Trinity shared a look. Then Niobe nodded.

"Felice I know it's none of my concern, but did you think about ..uhm..contraception as you and your..husbands….you know what.." Niobe stammered and blushed.

"Hit the sack!" finished Trinity.

"Yes, that was what I meant!" Niobe said relieved.

"Contraception??" Felice stammered.

Trinity and Niobe nodded.

"You mean I could be ……pregnant??" she whispered, eyes bulging out, a look of horror on her face.

They nodded again.

Felice looked like she was going to faint.

"Pregnant??"

"If you face the facts it is a possibility!" Trinity said.

Felice laid a hand on her stomach.

"No that isn't possible; I refuse to think about that! My stomach is just a bit upset, that's all!" now a hint of panic was in her voice.

Niobe and Trinity shared another look.

"You have to clarify that, Feli! It also could be some serious illness! You know what, I drive into the nearest city tomorrow and get you a pregnancy test!" Trinity smiled.

"I don't want one!" Felice pouted.

"You have to!" Niobe was getting impatient.

"You can't force me!"

Trinity suddenly started smiling.

"Oh I bet, I can…"

"Huh?"

"If you don't agree…" she looked at Niobe.

"We'll tell your Mum!"

"And the Twins!" Niobe added.

"Noooooooo!!!"

**

Is she or is she not?

Hmm, that´s the question….

Anyone out there who can imagine Two sitting in the kitchen, wearing an apron, feeding a baby and get spittled all over his precious silver clothing with baby food?

That mental image got me laughing for whole 10 minutes!

As I said, i`m using every possible cliché  ;-)