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the wheel is turning but the hamsters dead.
A/N: This is an AU fic. kinda. Written to try and help me get back into writing things without song lyrics in order to finish 'Freedom' sometime this millennium. Would appreciate any comments, good, bad or indifferent. Just tell me your opinion on the story.
Anything in under ~~~~~~~~~~~~ is a glimpse into the past. ********** indicates a time change in the story. I.e. skipping a couple of scenes in the film.
What if......? by saoirse Chapter 1 - Memories
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"I think we shouldn't see each other any more."
"Why?"
"C'mon Michelle. You never pay any attention to anything nowadays except your computer. Whatever you're looking for on-line is something I can't compete with, not anymore," he sighed. "I don't think I want to."
Michelle shook her head. "Please...."
"Goodbye Michelle. Maybe in another place we would've worked. But not here, not now." He squeezed her hand slightly, stood up and left the diner.
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Trinity awoke with a start. It had been nine years but she could still remember every word, every gesture. She had never blamed anyone for their break up but herself. She had been so obsessed with finding Morpheus that she had stopped paying attention to the world around her. She was freed a few weeks later and, while she had blocked out most of her memories from that life, this one refused to be wiped.
And then Morpheus had shown him to her. The guy he was so sure was the One. Not that there hadn't been others but Morpheus was so convinced of this one. So sure. Trinity had nearly gagged when she saw him. She tried to convince herself that it wasn't but it was no good. Nine years had done little to change him. He was still the same Thomas that had sat with her in that diner all those years ago.
She had changed a bit though. Her hair was a lot shorter than the way she had worn it before. It was its natural black instead of the light brown she had dyed it. She also had an air of confidence now that she never had in her previous life. It came with knowing she was free.
A/N: This is an AU fic. kinda. Written to try and help me get back into writing things without song lyrics in order to finish 'Freedom' sometime this millennium. Would appreciate any comments, good, bad or indifferent. Just tell me your opinion on the story.
Anything in under ~~~~~~~~~~~~ is a glimpse into the past. ********** indicates a time change in the story. I.e. skipping a couple of scenes in the film.
What if......? by saoirse Chapter 1 - Memories
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I think we shouldn't see each other any more."
"Why?"
"C'mon Michelle. You never pay any attention to anything nowadays except your computer. Whatever you're looking for on-line is something I can't compete with, not anymore," he sighed. "I don't think I want to."
Michelle shook her head. "Please...."
"Goodbye Michelle. Maybe in another place we would've worked. But not here, not now." He squeezed her hand slightly, stood up and left the diner.
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Trinity awoke with a start. It had been nine years but she could still remember every word, every gesture. She had never blamed anyone for their break up but herself. She had been so obsessed with finding Morpheus that she had stopped paying attention to the world around her. She was freed a few weeks later and, while she had blocked out most of her memories from that life, this one refused to be wiped.
And then Morpheus had shown him to her. The guy he was so sure was the One. Not that there hadn't been others but Morpheus was so convinced of this one. So sure. Trinity had nearly gagged when she saw him. She tried to convince herself that it wasn't but it was no good. Nine years had done little to change him. He was still the same Thomas that had sat with her in that diner all those years ago.
She had changed a bit though. Her hair was a lot shorter than the way she had worn it before. It was its natural black instead of the light brown she had dyed it. She also had an air of confidence now that she never had in her previous life. It came with knowing she was free.
