A/N: Well folks…this is it…the end of the line for Glitch and Agent Smith.
But I did make sure to write an epilogue to tie up any loose ends. …Well,
really to create more but who cares. I send cookies to all my reviewers!
Please give me a final thought about this so I can make it better on the
second go round. No idea when I will rewrite this but I hope to sometime
next year. I'm sorry this took so long to get posted. I have been playing
with my church orchestra every night for the past week and my poster went
out of town (not that I'm complaining. I took a vacation and so can she).
Cookies to Gaia for the idea of Glitch's cell phone ring and to Rei for
posting this! You are awesome!

Crashed: Thanks again for reviewing! Hope the epilogue holds up to your
expectations.

939597: The number was all you left for your name, but thanks for your
review! Sorry I made you cry…hopefully this epilogue will lighten your
spirits. Or make you want to kill me. One of the two; hopefully the former.

Xavioraaz: You rule! Thanks for reading my work and putting me on your
favorites list!

Disclaimer: I own no one you recognize…lets just put it that way, ok? Don't
want to ruin the end for you! I also don't own the song lyrics, which are
from a song sung by Vanessa Carlton.

Rating: This is clean all the way, save a little language so I can't gripe
about bad parents in this one. Damn.

Well, here we go. I give you the last installment of A Glitch in his
Breathing…


Epilogue: Somehow Still Missing

Making my way downtown
Walking fast, faces pass
And I'm home bound
Staring blankly ahead
Making my way
Making a way through the crowd
And I still need you
And I still miss you
And now I wonder
If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass us by
Cause you know I'd
Walk a thousand miles
If I could just see you
If I could just hold you
Tonight…
******

It was five thirty in the evening and the sunlight painting the city streets
was beginning to turn golden. Men and women in sleek business suits and
tailored dresses poured from the various glass and steel office buildings,
heading for home having just gotten off from a hard day's work.

Agent Smith stood with his back against the side of one of these buildings,
scanning the crowd from behind his rimless sunglasses. His starched suit
blended perfectly into the crowds of Armani and Liz Clayborne. Last he had
heard, this building was where his Simone was employed and he just wanted to
see her for a moment, even if it was as she passed him on the sidewalk. It
wouldn't matter if she saw him. She probably wouldn't even give him a second
glance if she did. She would have no idea who he was or why he was there.
Still, he had to see her.

It had been a year since she had been transplanted and he was wondering how
she had changed in that time. He missed her deeply but he never dared to
show it. A need for companionship would be seen as a weakness by the other
Agents and that might mean he would be sent to the machine Mainframe to be
"recycled," something all programs feared.

Smith sighed but did not stop surveying the throng of people that had begun
to pile up at a crosswalk. Why did a simple thing like love have to be so
damn complicated? If there was one thing Smith learned about humans it was
that they only seemed simplistic.

A woman in a burgundy suit pushed through the revolving doors of the office
building Smith was leaning against. She snared his attention almost
immediately and his eyes caressed their way down her body as she neared him.

She was just over five feet tall but her black pumps added another three
inches. Her modest skirt just covered her knees and her waistcoat style
jacket hung just a few inches above that. Her raven hair was cut short and
slicked back away from her face, accenting her high cheekbones. Not all
women could wear their hair like that but she made it look utterly feminine.
She contrasted with the sea of painted female faces around her, as she wore
no makeup, at least none that Smith could see. She was still strikingly
beautiful.

As the woman passed, Smith read the printing on the side of her black
leather briefcase.

Simone E. Carter: Dell VP

"My…she has changed." Smith breathed, as he watched her pass, allowing
himself a small smile. Who would have known that his shy Simone would become
a top-ranking businesswoman? Even he hardly recognized her.

Suddenly she looked over at him, as though she had felt his gaze pressing on
her and the color of her eyes made Smith catch his breath.

Simone's eyes were now a crystalline shade of blue, like shards of ice. This
was the color they were supposed to be and Smith would never know why they
were not like that in the first place.

Simone smiled at him, just barely a curl of her lips. It was a smile one
would give a stranger out of courtesy and Smith couldn't help but smile
back. He knew she didn't recognize him but at the moment it didn't really
matter. The chasm that divided them narrowed for an instant and for that
brief moment Smith could feel all the emotions he had lost along with her
boiling back through him. A hint of sadness flickered across his face at the
memory of it all.

Simone had to stifle a girlish giggle with her hand. Was that man staring at
her? She felt herself blush, as she looked away and as soon as she did other
thoughts began to drift into her mind. Her computer was waiting for her at
home, still running scans for FBI tracking systems. She almost had the IRS
database cracked. She had been working at it for months but she wasn't
exactly sure what she would do with it once she got in. She decided she
would figure it out later.

She stared at the back of the person in front and began to muse as she had a
habit of doing on her walk back to her car. Hacking had become a second life
and a second name to Simone in the past year or so. She often hung out at
the local hacker club, The Circuit, where she kept up with all the latest
news. Corporate life was good, but hacking life was better.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang, beeping out Ride of the Valkyries as she
scrambled to retrieve it from her waistband. She pressed it to her ear as
she stared blankly down at the concrete.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Trinity." A deep, almost taunting voice said on the other end of the
line. "I cannot believe I have found you again."

"How did-" Simone looked back to where the man in the suit had been
standing. He was gone. She frowned as she pressed the phone closer to her
ear. "Who is this?"
******

HA! I get the last laugh! I win! ^_^v