The Matrix Trilogy is the genius creation of the Wachowki brothers, whom we worship. 'New Destiny' was written by AvalancheZG, and we don't want it. The PPC and Upstairs belongs to Jay and Acacia, The D.O.R.K.s belongs to Saphie and Andy of 'Suedom', and are used with permission.

Oy, people: be advised, and take care- spoilers for 'Reloaded'.

BTW: 'Achren' is pronounced like Scottish "Loch", not like in "cheese".

Reviews are coveted, and flames will be used for roasting marshmellows (sugar is good).

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It was a room. A middle-sized room, quite cluttered with computers (some broken or dissembled), various firearms, an office desk and some chairs, and a few metal closets. There was also an unusual amount of shelves, on which rested, as one of the occupants had once stated "about half the trash in the world".

It also, at the moment, contained an argument.

"Achren! Turn up the heat! It's freezing in here!"

"Then go bake yourself elsewhere. I'm not sweating for you." The figure sitting at the desk didn't even bother lifting her eyes to her irritated companion.

Obsidian took a deep breath. "I'm not asking you to sweat. Raising the temperature by one or two degrees is NOT going to make you run for more deodorant!"

Now Achren did look up. "One or Two? Hah! The second I'll turn my back, you'll turn the place into a furnace! Put on another shirt. 'Sides, quit whining already, it's not so cold in here."

"Look, I spent the best years of my life freezing my ass off in a bucket of bolts! I'm not spending another day like that if I can do anything about it!" she spat back, bunching fists and towering over Achren.

Achren raised her hands in the air. "Pity party over here, folks! Again, deary, quit crying. No-one's impressed. And put on a shirt! You walk around like THAT, no wonder you're cold!" She returned her eyes to her book.

"Aw, bugger off! I can't believe you want me to wear a sweater!" Obsidian said, half laughing at the very thought of it, "do you have any idea how much more comfortable tank tops are? Hell no!"

"You'd sooner be cold? Nice priorities you have there. And as for that particular tank-top..."a raised eyebrow, "Whatever kind of look you were aiming for, you missed."

Achren's partner briefly glanced down at her tank top, a rather loose one that had no back, and glared back, unable to find a response. "Femme maudite, tabernac!" she swore, stalking away to her room.

Achren smirked at her book.

And then, of course…

[BEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPP!]

"Bloody hell."

Obsidian froze just as she entered her room, and craned her neck to see the Alarm. "Not again."

Achren sighed as she dragged herself off the chair and put her book aside "Well, let's look on the bright side. Hopefully, we get to kill a Sue. Who's turn is it?"

"By my count, it's mine, and...Merde. She's dead." Obsidian replied, scanning the Words that had been automatically brought up for their examination. "She removed Trinity from the canon so that she could nab Neo. This one's going to be SUCH a headache to fix...."

"She canceled Trinity? Lovely. What next, she's Morpheus's love child"? Achren asked sourly, coming to stand behind Obsidian.

The former rebel withheld a snicker, awaiting Achen's reaction. "Even better. She's the daughter of everyone's favorite Agent." Knowing that Archen would probably demand to be allowed to kill this Sue, she skipped away to the Portal Generator, quipping, "Too late! I called it!"

"WHAT?!" Achren spent a moment scanning he words. Then she smiled- not a very happy smile. "You do realize that if you let her off easily I will try on you all the lovely ways I could be rid of her?"

"Duly noted. Now let's get this show on the road and kick her ass."

Obsidian stopped quickly at one of the many shelves filled with books that was in the room, and tugged on one. The bookshelf flipped around, revealing an assortment of weapons, from which she nabbed a gun and a pair of sunglasses.

Achren, who moved to program their disguises, asked, "Agent wear or Rebel wear?"

Obsidian paused to think about their options for a second. "Well...as much as I'd rather wear my old getup, we should probably go as Agents. She is a Rebel after all, and we might as well stay in canon," she suggested, shuddering slightly. It still bothered her immensely that she had to pretend to be an Agent. She hated them almost as much as she hated Sues.

Achren shrugged, then programmed the appropriate attire for female Agents (as decided by Upstairs, as there were no female Agents in canon)- skirts, linen shirts, ties and jackets. Once that was done, she asked, "Where are we going in?"

"Hmmm..." Obsidian pondered out loud, drumming her fingers on the shelf. "Are you fine with portalling in where she first meets Neo? Saves us a lot of nasty scene transitions."

Achren nodded absently, glancing back at the display and grimacing at what she saw. "Not a problem. Hey, what's up with Neo?"

Obsidian checked the Words and raised an eyebrow. "I have no idea. He just...passes out randomly and gets headaches? Must be a side-effect from the Sue's presence."

"Charming," Achren remarked dryly. She strode over to the weapons shelf and grabbed a remote portal activator and a gun. "Let's go. One random remote building...coming right up."

"Tally ho." With that, Obsidian grabbed her sunglasses and a Desert Eagle gun for herself, and waited for her partner to fire up the portal.

"Tally ho indeed."

The Agents portalled into a building. Dark, abandoned, generally the feeling was threatening. The air was very cold, to add to the eerie environment needed to increase the Sue's appearance of vulnerability. It was also something that disagreed with Obsidian's temperament a great deal.

"Why the hell did she have to write that it's so damn cold!" she half-complained, half-commented. Even in the Agent garb (which was certainly less skimpy than her previous outfit), she felt like she had walked into the Arctic Circle.

Achren was about to answer, but was interrupted by the Sue's voice, addressing Neo. As one, the agents put on their sunglasses, and turned to look at the couple.

"Um... Is that you, Neo?" Corrine's voice echoed in the desolate place. Neo turned around, ignoring the pain in his head.

"No! Say no, Neo! Fight it! Tell her you're John Smith! Thomas Anderson! Anything!" Obsidian whispered quietly, wishing that she could just yell it out right now and end this. She focused her sight on Neo and blinked her left eye three times.

The blinking motion activated one of the programs Makes-Things had embedded into their sunglasses. Along with the standard Character Analysis, the sunglasses also displayed a lot of other neat things about the character being scanned, like their pulse, body temperature, and (for some reason) what colour their aura was.

[Neo. Canon Character. The One. 73% Out of character. Character rupture imminent.]

"Yeah." Apparently, the One had a "mesmerizing" voice. It was quite amusing to see the Sue stiffen up as he spoke, as well as the glassy look that appeared in her eyes. Not that the Agents were much comforted.

They continued to watch the brief exchange between the Sue and Neo. Within minutes, Neo climbed aboard his motorcycle and promptly fainted for no reason. Blood began to appear out of nowhere (and yet it was everywhere - the author hadn't specified where Neo was bleeding from, so the canon got confused). Obsidian facepalmed.

"The One meant to destroy the Matrix and save humanity...rendered KO by nothing. I mean, she didn't even give a reason. No, he just randomly collapsed."

"And you'll notice his condition is never addressed again. Just the Sue's," Achren growled. The Agents listened to the conversation between Tank and Corrine. Apparently Tank, who had the rebels on heart, respiration, and brainwaves monitors, needed Corrine to tell him what happened to Neo.

Achren's partner smirked, before donning a vague impression of the Sue's voice. "And I'm just so easy to mix up with Neo over the phone! You can't tell our voices apart! Yea right."

"Poor Tank," Achren said, before shrugging it off. "Oh well." Corrine sat down on the cold hard floor, cradling Neo to her, calling for him to wake up. Then, out of thin air, the others appeared- Apoc and Switch, and with them Morpheus and Cypher. Somehow, they managed to carry all the equipment needed to take a person out of the Matrix, nevermind that it was at least three computers, quite a few wires and electrodes, and several body monitors.

Obsidian did a double take before she realized this. "What...the hell?" she said, "What did they do, use Harry Potter fandom magic to shrink their equipment so it fits in a handbag?"

"Sense. Logic. Sue. Do you truly expect them to connect at a certain point?"

"Not really." Obsidian did her best to still ignore the fact that Trinity no longer existed, and settled her eyes on Morpheus. Not only was he 40% out of character according to her sunglasses, his current favorite colour was apparently florescent pink. She was about to elaborate further on why Sue Logic sucked when something in the upcoming Words caught her eye.

"Oh crap. Get ready for an eyesore," she warned.

"Huh?" Then, due to the fact that the author apparently couldn't tell the difference between "lay" and "laid", they were treated to the sight of something which an in-character Morpheus simply wouldn't do with an unconscious man. "Aurgh".

Obsidian's face burned with anger as she fell into a slew of curses against the marring of not only the English language, but of Morpheus as well. Unable to bear the sight any longer, she turned away.

"Nom de Dieu de putain de bordel de merde de saloperie de connard d'enculé de ta mère! T'es con! T'es morte! Tabernac!"

Morpheus, in the meantime, ignored the fact that Neo was bleeding on the floor, and instead crouched next to Corrine to give her a recruitment speech.

"Now, tell me: what's wrong with this picture?" Achren growled. She didn't usually mind slash, to an extent, but this was one thing she didn't need to see. "Add making Morpheus have sex with an unconscious Neo to the charge list. Now quit swearing like some inbred sailor and check how OOC he is".

"Fine," Obsidian replied, mentally reminding herself to add, "Creating abnormal atmospheric temperatures that annoy PPC agents" to the list as well. She carefully opened one eye and read the display on Morpheus' current state.

[Morpheus. Canon character. Captain of the Nebuchadnezzar. 80% Out of char - Error. Currently 45% Out of character. Currently craving ice cream.]

"Well, now that he's done having his quickie, he's at 45%."

Achren frowned. "Bad choice of words." They watched as Corrine, predictably, swallowed the red pill, then- inexplicably- lost consciousness. Again, for no reason whatsoever.

"There are so many things wrong with this story already. I don't know how we're going to deal with the rest." As Obsidian spoke, the pair went through a very wacky scene change due to poor formatting, and ended up on the Nebuchadnezzar with bad headaches.

"...Like that."

Thanks to the protection of the canon, they couldn't be noticed by the canon characters- but they could be noticed by the Sue. To enhance their disguises, Achren drew out a pink teddybear, and pressed what appeared to be it's left eye. After a busy 0.4 seconds, the Agents were dressed in rebel garb- loose and thready, in some cases torn, pants and shirts, and heavy boots. For some reason, Obsidian's shirt had "Bad girls Inc" on it. In any case, the rest of the canon would see them as 'other, newer crewmembers', the kind that tend to get inserted into fan-fiction all the time, and would ignore them.

After putting away their Disguise-Outfitting Ryticular Kostume System (which had transformed from a teddybear into video cassette), the two Agents slipped out of Corrine (who was now 'Shadow')'s cabin and observed the remainder of the Neb's crew, assessing the damage.

"I liked the fact that she- randomly- can't remember her name, or her 'former' life. Yet another case of "the Face Is Familiar But I Can't Quite Remember My Name". Otherly known as the "pity me" plot device," Achren observed, "Unoriginal."

"Yea. As for the crew, Neo's definitely in the worst shape, but everyone's looking pretty bad," Obsidian remarked angrily, "I think we're about to settle into the "'rehash of the movie with Sue bonuses' bit."

Sure enough, Neo appeared, carrying Shadow in his arms, and placed her in one of the plug-in chairs so that she could be connected to the Construct. Obsidian walked over to where Tank was operating the simulation for Neo and Shadow in order to get a better look at what was going on.

"Poor Neo's giving the Idiot's version of the Truth to her. Aww...look at her sob. It makes me happy!" she told Achren, gesturing to the nearest screen.

Achren grinned. "If you don't like the news, little one, then go out and make some". Her eyes unfocused as she looked at the Words. Then she shook her head with irritation. "Me and my big mouth. Watch it- next mood swing- six seconds!"

The Agents watched as Shadow suddenly screamed at Neo to get away from her, and created a black hole into which she vanished. Achren snorted in disgust. "Black holes really suck. And look, the bint's another 'One'. Imagine that."

In the meantime, Neo followed Shadow into a hedge maze. He could not break the code. It was unbreakable. Neo tried again. Still no result. Shadow must have to power to seal things together so that it wouldn't be broken. Neo gave up and walked towards the center, vaulting over hedges to save time.

"Riiiiight...she just 'happens' to know how to change things," Obsidian commented, "We don't know how, she just does. I know what she is doing - she's officially breaching canon. How hard is it to understand the concept of the number ONE, anyway?"

"The only 'One' a Sue understands is 'One true love.' Pardon, it's 'One truly true wub for evah and evah, my dearest insert-lust-interest here.'"

"With lots of exclamation points! oneoneone!" Obsidian added.

They watched Neo "vault" over the hedges, until he reached the center- where Shadow was curled up into a ball, either unconscious or asleep. "So, how come she can still manipulate the program? You need to see the program, you need to think about it, you have to be conscious. If she's asleep, her manipulations end!" Achren said.

"Even better, why didn't they just unplug her? It's not like they need her permission or anything."

"No, you have to be," Achren nearly spit out the word, "dramatic."

Obsidian nodded, sighing. Why did they always have to be so obsessed with drama that looked like it came from As the World Turns?

In the meantime, Shadow was unplugged from her chair, and she launched herself into Neo's arms after Dozer wanted to inject her with a tranquilizer. "I knew the crew had some sense in them. Guess this proves it." Obsidian commented.

"And Neo gets to 'save' her from them. Pardon me while I heave." They watched as Neo carried Shadow to her room, placed her on the bed, and- for some reason- sat down in the corner and immediately fell asleep. "And why is he sitting on the floor? Is there a lack in mattresses on the ship?"

"No. Shadow just had to emphasize that Neo isn't important anymore. He's more like a cute stuffy that some kid prizes that gets tossed into a corner when he's not needed."

Luckily for them, "The next day" came after fifty seconds of sleep, a common flaw in a messed-up continuum. Obsidian resisted the urge to gag at all the ridiculous 'sentimental' jargon that eventually led up to Neo showing Shadow the mess hall.

"And now we see more of the movie ripped off," she continued, leaning against a nearby wall. This was getting boring fast.

"What is this?" Shadow asked curiously as Neo set a bowl of mush in front of her. Dozer looked up from his breakfast.

"That's a mix of everything the body needs."

Achren smirked. "Jellyfish: no brains, no nervous system, motivated by food." She gave the Sue a look. "Sounds like some people I know."

Obsidian bit on her lip as the Sue glanced at Achren - for just a second - before phasing back into the canon without a second look. "Wow. She must be really dense if she didn't notice that."

'Poor, innocent Shadow. She's a part of a war and she doesn't even know it.' Neo mused, looking at Shadow, who was playing around with her food. Obsidian laughed openly at the thought bubble with the sentence that appeared over Neo's head, as if he were in a cartoon. Bad formatting certainly made for funny continuum errors.

Achren rolled her eyes. "Innocence? Charming. And again, unoriginal. Not to mention the fact that if she somehow managed to miss the fact that they're at war, then "dumb" doesn't even begin to describe her." The agents watched bemusedly as Morpheus's head appeared in the room through the door (which didn't open), without the rest of his body. "Er, did she somehow miss that the door to the mass hall is always closed? You need to open the door first? And where's the rest of Morpheus?"

"It's wherever Trinity is, along with all the characters when they're not in use," Obsidian offered as an explanation, cringing at the sight. Seeing Morpheus' head just floating around randomly without a body was almost as disturbing as watching him rape Neo. Almost.

"The Oracle."

"The who?" Shadow looked surprised. "The Oracle. She's very wise. She'll be able to show you the path." said the unattributed voice, which came out sounding like a voice-over from a PBS 'Nature' series.

"Tell us who's talking! And start a new paragraph when someone else talks!" Obsidian demanded, shaking her fist.

Achren sighed. Then the agents braced themselves as the scene changed- suddenly Neo and 'company' were at the "Heart O' the city hotel". How Neo managed to acquire a 'basic military unit' was a mystery, but the agents merely shrugged it off. There was worse than being faced with some healthy and muscular young men, after all.

The two fiddled with their D.O.R.K.S. again (which eventually decided to disguise itself as a hot water bottle) to alter their disguises once more. Because Obsidian kept insisting that Agents couldn't really walk into the Oracle's apartment (and partly because dressing like one still disturbed her), they settled on donning rebel wear - tight leather pants, combat-style boots, leather trenchcoats, and yet another skimpy top for Obsidian.

Because the canon was so whacked up at this point, they didn't have any trouble following Shadow and Neo to the Oracle's apartment, and caught up with them just in time to hear Shadow 'innocently' ask if the Priestess was the Oracle.

"Well, it ain't Santa Claus, although I wouldn't be surprised if she mistook her for him," Obsidian said snarkily, watching as Shadow was led into the Oracle's kitchen. The two Agents slipped into the hallway and eavesdropped on Shadow's interview just outside the Oracle's kitchen, hidden partially by the strings of beads hanging in the doorway.

"So, you're Shadow. No wonder he likes you. So smart, brilliant, beautiful, and of course, with a fighting spirit. I like that." Achren absently wondered how OOC the Oracle was. A look at her murderous-looking partner, whose glare was visible even through the black shades, convinced her that it's better not to know. Obsidian alleviated the pain of watching the Oracle's character be decimated by quipping lines that were 'interpretations' of the Oracle's words.

"She means 'honey, you're a Mary Sue.'"

The Oracle turned to face Shadow. "You'll face tough times, kid."

"Just wait until all those Trinity fans are through with you! Not to mention us!"

"It'll be hard."

"You ain't seen nothing yet, Sue." Achren contributed.

"Neo's gonna need your help."

Achren snorted. "Like a hole in the head."

And don't mind about the vase." Shadow looked surprised.

"Which vase?"

"That vase." The Oracle replied as the vase fell. Shadow grabbed in a swift motion and replaced it on the table. The Oracle looked mildly surprised. Shadow could see that she had not predicted this. Defying fate was something she, Shadow, reveled in.

Completely flabbergasted, Obsidian just stared at Shadow with an open mouth. "Note to self: Add "Being pretentious and upstaging the Oracle's all-knowing ability" to the charges. I can't believe this. She's the worst Sue I have ever seen. I mean, at least most of them leave the Oracle pretty much alone! They just mangle her predictions so that they're not cryptic!"

"Did you add 'seriously pissing off PPC agents' to the charge list?" Achren asked.

"Yes."

"Oh good."

"Neo will need your help to destroy the Matrix. You alone hold his fate."

As soon as she heard that line, Achren had to restrain herself from bursting into the room and smacking Shadow in the face. "Self-centered little- !"

Obsidian tugged at Achren's sleeve, trying her best to force her out of the apartment before she lost control. "It's almost time, relax," she pointed out, "and it's not coming a second too late. I really don't think I could stand trying to deal with her at the end of the fic, when she turns into a Shadow-Phoenix-Dragon thing..."

Achren froze in place. Then, slowly, she turned to face Obsidian. "She shape-shifts?" she echoed.

Obsidian nodded hesitantly. "Yes..."

The PPC Agent stared dumfounded at her partner's revelation, unable to comprehend it. "But...in order to shape-shift, she must desert her mental view of herself. In order to do that, she must have a shaky grasp of her body and appearance- which makes her psychotic, or at the very least, extremely unbalanced! People can't just shake off their perception of themselves!" Clearly, Achren wasn't buying it, at least not until she was shown proof that Shadow was clinically insane.

"Achren, this is a full-blown Mary Sue. They don't like 'following the rules' or logic, remember?" Achren merely grunted in response.

As they finished, Shadow returned from the kitchen with an attempt at an 'angsty-because-I-put-my-loved-ones-in-danger-because-they-need-my-help' face and met up with Neo again. Naturally, the face melted away once Neo was paying attention to her, essentially copying the One's angsty exit from the apartment.

"Mon Dieu. She's stealing Neo's bits left and right, and doing a bad job of imitating. I'll bet she gets to start the Lobby Scene too." Obsidian realized, frowning even more than she was before.

Achren looked at the Words and rolled her eyes. "She does. And she does it badly."

They followed the couple, suffering through yet another touchy-feely scene of Neo comforting Shadow, as suddenly, out of thin air, an agent appeared.

"Hoo boy," Obsidian said quietly, when she realized just which Agent it was. She knew exactly how Achren was going to react to this one.

"Run!" Neo yelled to Shadow, who, apparently, had never seen or met an agent.

Shadow ran, but in the wrong direction. She ran towards the agent and enveloped him in a hug. Neo was shocked. Shadow turned to Neo, grinning.

"Neo, meet my dad." Shadow stood beside Agent Smith, holding on to his hand.

Achren took a deep breath. "Mary had a little lamb, the doctor was surprised." She reached for her gun. "I'll charge her- how do you want to kill her?"

"Well...she seemed so bent on getting on board the Nebuchadnezzar, so it seems appropriate that she should die on board it. How about we drop her in the line of Cypher's EMP gun?" Obsidian suggested, grinning.

Achren shook her head. "Nice, but I have a better idea. What say we introduce her to some Squiddies while she's on the Neb?"

Obsidian's grin grew tenfold at the concept. "I like. Let's do it."

The agents marched over to where the happy little reunion was taking place, taking out their guns. Just for appearance sake. "Corrine Andreana Smith! You are hereby charged in - " Achren took a deep breath - "Being the worst Sue we've seen in a long time, making Obsidian cold and as such even harder to live with, creating massive and abrupt scene changes, making Neo OOC, making Morpheus OOC, making Morpheus rape Neo, making Neo ill for no reason then to make your character hold him," - she took another deep breath- "ripping off parts of the movie, stealing the spotlight from every character, being pretentious and upstaging the Oracle's all-knowing ability, 'planning' to shapeshift into a dragon/phoenix, being more powerful than the One, therefore becoming the One, turning Smith into a human, oh no, wait, I'm sorry, I mean half-human, majorlly pissing off the PPC agents, and- last and worst of all - deleting Trinity."

The Sue blinked. Since Sues have such a short attention span, she responded to the last charge. "Trinity who?"

Obsidian's eye started to twitch - literally. She rushed up to the Sue as quickly as she could (abusing some of her ability to bend the Matrix's rules) and punched her in the face before she could say anything else. The Sue fell unconscious instantly (the one instance in the fic where there was a cause for passing out), and Obsidian slung her body over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes without a second thought.

"Shall we be off?" she said lightly.

Her partner didn't respond, her eyes fixated on Smith.

Agent Smith looked confused for a moment- as confused as a machine could, anyway- and then snapped into character, body straightening, correcting his tie...and giving the two PPC agents a sharp look. Achren, in the meantime, was looking him up and down. She wondered if she could terrorize Makes-Things into installing X-ray vision into a pair of sunglasses. Though, it wasn't his bones she was interested in seeing...

As Achren gave Smith the once-over, Obsidian began to back away cautiously from him, especially as he became more aware of them. She began to officially panic when she saw him reaching for his gun.

We're dressed as rebels and we're standing next to Neo...he's going to think we're rebels! Obsidian realized.

"Come over here already! What're you staring like that? We have work to do!" She hissed at her partner, trying to snap her out of her reverie.

Achren ignored her completely. "He's so beautiful..." she said dreamily.

"He's about to kill us!"

Luckily for them, the canon has finally reasserted itself- both Smith and Neo (who had been staring bemusedly for the past few minutes) vanished into their proper places in the canon. Achren sighed.

"Thank the Powers that Be," Obsidian said, relieved that they wouldn't have to experience running away from an angry Agent. "Now then. If we're going to kill her in the Nebuchadnezzar, we better get going. Sues tend to have strong constitutions and wake up faster than others."

Achren pulled out the Remote Activator and fiddled with it a bit. "The end of Reloaded, the abandoned Nebuchadnezzar...coming up."

The Agents portalled into the abandoned control room. The room was abandoned- the Rebels have already left, fleeing from the Sentinel attack. The monitors and alarms were blaring.

Achren looked around "D'you see a rope, some wire, somewhere?"

Obsidian scanned the room and spotted some wire sticking out of a wall. After using her overcoat for insulation (in case it was still live), she pulled out a decent amount, grinning."Here we are. Let's tie up the sucker."

"With pleasure". The two agents dumped Shadow on one of the chairs, and twisted the wire around her arms and legs, securing her. They didn't bother making it comfortable, or even too complicated- it didn't have to hold for long, after all.

Shadow, the Sue, started to stir just as they were affixing the last tendril of wire, and began to twist around, screaming. Obsidian stopped her short by stuffing some of the Sue's own shirt in her mouth, and placed her sunglasses over the girl's eyes. "Now you're all set. We should be leaving," she said to Achren, "if I remember Reloaded correctly, we only have another fifteen seconds."

"Let's go, then. Bye-bye, little Sue!"

The Agents portalled out into the sewers- outside of the blast radius, close enough to see Neo and the others running away from the ship. Less then five seconds after their appearance outside of the ship, the Tow Bomb the machines had been preparing was propelled into the ship, creating a massive explosion that no one could have survived.

Achren looked after them. "Shall we watch them a bit? A little canon is always good- and we can make sure Trinity re-appears".

Obsidian nodded, watching Neo. Sure enough, Trinity phased back into existence a few feet away from him, and the two Agents were treated to the last few minutes of the scene, complete with Neo mysteriously passing out again.

"Somehow, that seems very ironic," Obsidian thought out loud, glancing over at the burning wreckage of the Neb. Some things were a little too familiar for her.

"Yes...then again, we will probably receive an explanation once the 3rd movie comes out and the canon will be completed." Achren grinned. "Come here". She opened a portal, and the Agent reappeared near the burning wreckage of the Neb. "Did you bring the marshmellows?"

Obsidian pulled out a small bag from somewhere in her trenchcoat pocket that had managed to survive the mayhem, smiling. She handed the bag to her partner and scanned the ground for two pieces of the wreck that would be suitable as sticks. Eventually, she presented Achren with what appeared to have once been a thin piece of the Neb's hull.

"Not bad". The agents roasted their marshmellows, for once not bickering, and ate in silence, enjoying the heat. Or at least, Obsidian enjoyed the heat.

After a while, Achren sighed, and got up from the rock she sat on "Come on. Back to HQ?"

"Sure. It's never going to end, is it?" she replied with a sigh, shaking her head.

"Nope. Well, I suppose we'll just have to be creatively cruel". The Agents exchanged a look." My, my. Won't that be hard, eh?"

"Nah. Cruelty is in my character description."

"Literally." Achren opened the portal, and they stepped back into their response center. Achren took a deep breath of the cold air- she had 'accidently' forgotten to turn off the air-conditioning before they left. She tossed a look in Obsidian's direction.

Obsidian clenched her fists, already feeling the cold seeping through her clothing and chilling her to the bone. She glared at Achren and then headed straight for the thermostat.

"I'm putting the heat up whether you like it or not!" she warned.

Achren opened her mouth furiously-

[BEEEEEEEEEEEEP!]

"Bloody Hell!"

"Coliss!"

And so the cycle continued.

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Bye!