Author's Notes: Happy Lammas everyone! I have a feeling I'm going to get some weird stares over that. Well, if I couldn't spell the proper name for it and I know Word isn't going to correct it for me.
Come Back to Me: Chapter 7
Trinity had done plenty of suicidal things in her short life outside of the Matrix. There had even been a few times that she didn't want to live through them. There was once that she had gone to check on her old family, opened the front door, and found a gun pointed in her face. It had cost two lives to pull her out of that one. She had even refused to go back into the Matrix for months of guilt-ridden self-pity. That was a small dent in her emotional control compared to this.
They had backtracked and were now sitting on top of a commercial building in lounge chairs. To be precise, they were sitting on top of the moving building with the programmers inside. According to Neo, no agents were within a mile of them, but that did not give much reassurance. "So, you would rather the Architect finish us off instead of the agents?" Trinity asked as she reclined a bit further.
"Were you with us when we saw that movie in the Matrix about a year ago?" Neo asked pleasantly as if they had not a thing in the world to worry about. It made Trinity want to slap him for his cockiness.
"The Two Towers? The one we almost got to see the ending to before the agents attacked us? What does have anything to do with this situation?" Trinity demanded. They were talking about the movies in a time like this?!
"'The closer we are to danger, the farther we are from harm," Neo quoted. Trinity narrowed her eyes suspiciously behind her darkened glasses.
"We're doing this on the advice on a booked-based movie? Tell me you went insane well after I fell in love with you," Trinity nearly growled. Her teeth were ground back in attempt to keep herself from jumping him.
"Actually, not all of it. The agents don't think we're stupid enough to be this close to the programmers with them searching both the streets and the skies for us. To them, we're not suicidal enough to be this close to the programmers. So, we're safe for now from them," Neo tried to explain. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes as his said this.
"What are you planning? If it gets me killed, I'm coming back to haunt you," Trinity sighed in defeat. It was probably going to get both of them killed.
"We're waiting. Then. I'm going to change the code on my phone, so they can't track it a hundred miles away. Then, more waiting," Neo added in suspense.
"For what?" Trinity asked in exasperation.
"For Link to work fast under a lot of pressure to help destroy this building, attract every agent around here, and get us out of here alive. It all comes down to timing," Neo stated for a dramatic pause.
"We're dead," Trinity groaned inwardly. Timing and pressure did not go well together when you added agents, bombs, and programmers in the mix.
"At least we'll die together this time." Trinity saw a flicker of that naivety that had stayed with Neo for so long. It was like meeting him for the first time again. Those seeking, innocent, pretty eyes.
"Then whose going to bring us back? The dead themselves?" Trinity retorted. A smile tugged at the edge of her frozen lips though.
"The dead have other things to worry about. What happened to that bomb that Link sent?" Neo asked as he scanned the sky.
Answering him, Trinity missed the slight tensing of his shoulders. "Did he send it at all? It hasn't gone off." Neo visibly relaxed as Trinity sent him a questioning glance.
He shrugged off her glance while answering her earlier question. "If it goes off between now and the time we get out of here ('if' Trinity added), we should be out of range of the blast."
"Should?" Oh, this was getting better and better.
"I have no way to tell from here. I'm not ever sure where here is. This building stands out because right now, we're sitting on thin air from what I can see," Neo as he studied the floor for any trace patterns.
"And if this building moves again while we're sitting on it? I doubt they'll include us in their new coding. We're not part of one of their programs," Trinity inquired almost wistfully.
"We're like viruses to them," Neo added.
"Except they can't delete us whenever they choose," Trinity stated firmly. To her elief, Neo grinned.
"Exactly, so that's why we're waiting," Neo declared smugly.
"We don't need to depend on Link to get us killed. You're going to do it for him," Trinity shook her head in half-hearted irritation.
Neo shrugged. That stupid grin never left his face. "You won't die without killing Persephone first."
"Damn straight," Trinity muttered. She didn't know whether to kiss him or kill him. She decided to kiss him. She could always kill him for this 'little' stunt later.
Link muttered to himself to himself as crossed another set of wires. Because of a slight miscalculation, half the wires were burned out and the rest needed replacing anyway. It was a near miracle that Trinity and Neo were still alive at all. Actually, for the amount of time they had been in there nothing had changed about their appearances or heart rates. It was as if they weren't even being noticed by the agents.
Static could be heard from the control room. "Morpheus, can you take a look at that?" Link shouted as he shut the door to the power box that controlled. Rolling out from under the low platform, he tried again. "Morpheus!"
Hearing no reply, Link made his way to the control room. Sparks shot out at him from the doorway. Gritting his teeth against the pain that the electricity was sending through his body, he reached what was left of their communications system. Severe static could be heard around a call for help.
"Is…..anyone…..there? The….have…taken….over….trapped…." Link frowned over the machine. It had become a one-way radio during the first blackout. It could be useful to fix if someone tried to call, but they had other problems at the moment. Deciding that it wasn't his first priority, Link headed back towards the main platform. The lights still needed fixing.
Running his right hand over the circuits with his right hand with a flashlight in his left, he felt around for the main wire. Finding it, he pulled out the main wire. It gave him another electrical shock, but it wasn't enough to knock him out. Using his pocketknife, he cut the wire in half. Reinserting the blue wire, he crossed the red underneath of it. He had been working hours at this already with Eizus looking after Aurelie. She had a dangerously high fever, but their medic had been able to give her something for that. The hallucinations were as bad as ever though.
"Link?" Morpheus asked from the darkness of the silent room. Link banged his head on the platform above him.
"Ow, now that hurt," Link complained for the first time. Link rubbed his head as ducked out from underneath the platform. "Don't sneak up on people like that."
"I wouldn't call it sneaking. My footsteps could be heard for a mile in this place," Morpheus retorted.
"You could still give a guy a warning," Link muttered.
"You called for my help earlier?" Morpheus asked with an almost impatient glare.
"Someone tried to contact us for help. Something about the machines taking over," Link answered as he ducked back under the platform.
"We can't help them," Morpheus finally answered as he sat on the stairs.
"Why? Shouldn't be too hard when we get our two stragglers back," Link mumbled with the wrench between his teeth.
"Those two stragglers shouldn't be straggling in the first place. It's too close to Zion to rescue anyone in that area calling for help," Morpheus shook his head sadly.
A.N. I'm so sorry this is so short, but I have gotten a really bad case of writer's block today. Ack!!!
Attention Everyone! I need you guys to vote on something for me. Do you want me to do a chapter in either an agent's POV or the Architect's POV? First person or third? I'm thinking that this will help bring me out of this writer's block. Oh, and I'm really sorry but I want be able to give personal thanks do to the fact that fanfiction.net deleted some of my reviews on chapter 6. Gr…. Ja ne ~Insane Pineapple from Naboo