Title: This One Refused

Author: Perfect Ruin

Rating: Will not go higher than PG-13

Disclaimer: The Matrix and all their characters belong to the Wachowski Brothers and Warner Brothers. I own Kiree and any other original characters that you don't recognize.

Summary: Steps have to be taken to destroy the exiled Agent Smith.

Author Notes: I'm sorry the chapters are short but this is how they came out while I was writing it.

Word Count: 695

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Smith walked down the hallway, he wasn't quite sure where he was going, but he needed to be far away from the other agents. Of course distance in the hall had no correlation to distance in the Matrix but it was a mind set, the further the better. He was trying to select a door when one opened up the hall.

He was only mildly surprised to see a clone of himself walk in. It was Clone Thirteen, something that didn't improve his bad mood. There must have been something wrong with the process the day Thirteen was created.

The clone arched an eyebrow and walked down the corridor to his creator, which was him for most intents and purposes, but then again, they were also two separate beings. Clone Thirteen looked at Smith, "what happened?"

Smith shook his head, he was still confused about the incident, "she refused."

"You were trying to clone someone?"

Smith nodded, "a girl."

Thirteen shook his head, "and she refused? That's impossible."

"Apparently it is not."

Clone Thirteen smirked, "you must be losing your touch."

"I will convert her," Smith said firmly, he was sure this time had been a singular anomaly. Merely a glitch.

"Maybe you need our help, isn't that why you created us?"

"I have cloned myself to help in Anderson's downfall. And the rebellion if we succeed."

"And yet tonight you had trouble cloning yourself into one human girl."

Smith walked past his clone and through another back door. He had never liked Clone Thirteen. Thirteen was some of his bad traits magnified. He hoped that none of his other clones turned out like him.

He made his way back to the abandoned hotel, and sat stiffly on the mattress, slowly crushing a spider under the heel of his hand.

"Hey buddy, you want a drink?" an inebriated voice asked him from the shadows of the room. He stood and pulled a torch from the coding of the Matrix. He shone it over and found a bum had moved into…his…place.

"You are trespassing."

"No I'm not, this place is for everyone without anywhere to go."

"Not you, go away."

"Don't be like that, I'm not bad company."

He could have shot him, or turned him into a copy, but he chose to do neither. "If I give you money will you go away?"

The homeless man shrugged, "sure." He walked over to Smith and stuck his hand out. Smith created a pile of notes and slammed them into his hand.

"Thank you," the man said then left quickly, a couple of thousand dollars richer than he had been thirty seconds ago.

Smith hadn't been thanked before.

"Virus," he muttered after the man before realizing that he was the same.

The girl had resisted him. Refused to be turned into a clone.

No human had ever managed to do that before, go against his will. She had fought him and she had won. He wasn't even sure he would have shot her if Brown and Jones hadn't shown up. At least they were still online, that fact had almost made him smile. Sure they had been trying to kill him, but at least they hadn't been deleted.

There was a twofold reason he was glad; one: they shouldn't be blamed for his destruction and secondly he didn't want to deal with any other exile agents. That was, of course, unless they willing to serve under him. Now an exile he was working for himself, serving no one but his own needs.

He had his own goals, which was why he had refused The Merovingian's offer to work as a bodyguard. It was an offer he made to any exiles with unusual abilities or strengths. But he wouldn't work for the overly French program; it was against every code in his being. 

He would search for the girl, and if his ex-colleagues hadn't shot her themselves she would become a clone.

This one incident was becoming annoying, it was a distraction. But it was also a challenge. It might be fun, something agents never experienced, except maybe while hunting or killing rebels, but this would be different.

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I have no idea where the Clone Thirteen thing came from but he'll be back.