Disclaimer: I'm not making money off of this! I promise, though as much as I want to… *sigh*. Anyways, other people own this WB and… the brothers. So you know, I'm poor and they're not. Life can be a cruel world sometimes.

A/N: Technically this is my first Matrix fic. It's not going to be Mary-Sue, at least I hope. I apologize in advance if she gets to be one... Ugh… really I'm sorry if she does. Mary-Sue's. *shudder* Oh the horror.

"I just can't believe you kissed her," she said, still in complete disbelief.

"Look Trin," he sighed in the aroma of the New York City coffee shop. "That was a week ago. I told you, I was thinking it was you the entire time." And he drank a sip of the cafe mocha he had ordered just moments ago.

"And I suppose you were thinking of her when you jammed your tongue down her throat?" She folded her arms under each other. They creaked against her leather anytime she shifted them

"It had to be real." And he buried himself further into his coffee.

When he snuck a look at her, he knew he said the wrong thing.

"If you weren't The One," she said calmly, "and we weren't in the Matrix I would've kicked your ass for that."

Her glares were amazing he decided. Seeing her sit over there with the cutest pout he had ever encountered on a woman made him swell with love. She looked... adorable.

Of course, then he caught himself. He knew that if she knew the thoughts going through his head, not only would he get his ass kicked, he wouldn't get sex for a month.

Instead he offered, "I love you."

To which she responded, "Go to hell."

He nudged his coffee over to her. "If I give you my coffee will you forgive me?"

"No but give it to me anyways." She took his coffee in her hands, smiling as her fingers brushed his. It was her way of saying he was forgiven.

She sat back and let the warm liquid touch her lips. She indulged in the taste of caffeine.

"Too bad this isn't real..." she said with a moan.

Neo raised his eyebrows. "Have you always been a sucker for coffee I would've used it ages ago to lure you in instead of waiting for you to bring me back to life."

She rolled her eyes and gulped the entire cup down.

"Now I know your weakness," he said, amazed she chugged the whole thing down in less then three minutes.

"You've always known my weakness."

"That's right." Grinning he got up and walked around to help her from her chair. "It's right... here isn't it?" He asked against the soft, smooth skin of her neck. He kissed her nape and she grinned.

"Why yes, Mr. Anderson... yes it is." He continued kissing her, ignoring the odd stares in the shoppe. Although there weren't many, most New Yorkers had grown used to couples making out in public. "Why exactly are we here? I know you didn't get Morpheous to agree to an outing to the local coffee shop."

"Actually... The Oracle told me to come here. I brought you along for fun."

She pulled away from his neck nuzzling. "Why did she tell you?" She asked, suddenly serious.

"Who knows... probably to do this with you."

"Neo that's not funny." Her eyes were concentrating on him, willing him to tell her what he was hiding.

"I'm not hiding anything. I swear." She peered at him, unbelieving.

She opened her mouth ready to say what she thought of his hiding things from her, when piercing screams outside interrupted her.

It happened in seconds. A girl sped by, her hair whizzing around her trying to cover her eyes from her path. Two men in suits followed close behind them, handguns in their hands. They were firing. People ran to hide from them, fearing their lives.

As if on cue, Trinity and Neo sped out of the coffee shop, flying to the agents and the poor soul they were chasing.

They followed them to an alleyway; the agents sandwiched between the two in leather and the one shuddering from the cold and perhaps fear.

The agents turned to face Neo and Trinity, suddenly aware of their presence.

"Trinity," Neo whispered, "Get her out of here."

"No," She said. "I'm not leaving you alone." She looked at him and he looked at her.

"I can handle them, you know I can."

She wasn't backing down, scared for his life but never her own.

"Please?"

She took off further into the alley, dodging bullets as they were aimed at her head. She knew Neo would keep them from hitting her. She trusted him.

"Come on." She shouted to the girl over the rain of gunfire. "Let's go."

The girl didn't provide a fight. She stood up with the help of Trinity, clutching her arm as she stumbled forward. Trinity grabbed her and together they ran like hell. The agents tried to stop them but Neo stood in their way.

"Be careful." She uttered as she passed Neo.

They came to a stop in front of a run down hotel only because the girl was gasping for breath.

She was dressed in a pink mini skirt and a white pleasant blouse as if she was trying to look older then she really was. Trinity peered at her, stripping her of makeup and guessing that she was about seventeen. White tennis shoes hugged her crossed ankles, her socks ruined with signs of perspiration. A diamond necklace hung from her thin neck, clinging to the crannies of her neck. Trinity took all of this in and asked the first question that came to her mind.

"Why are they chasing you?" Trinity asked. She stood before the girl, watching sweat drip down from her forehead. She showed no emotion except brushing the hair that showed the effects of their running from her forehead.

"Why did you leave him alone?" The girl asked instead of answering.

"He can take care of himself."

"Ah." She stood up, clutching the bleeding arm in her hand. "Thanks for saving me. I'll be seeing you."

"Wait," Trinity said. The girl did nothing of the kind. She continued walking, limping on her left leg due to the huge gash down her calf. Trinity sighed and reached into the pocket hidden by her leather, "I was hoping I would do this the easy way, but since I can't..."

In the next instant Trinity had a gun to the girl's temple and she was breathing hard. "Now, I really can be a nice person but when you won't tell me why I risked mine and my partner's life that pushes me a little too far." The girl's eyes were glued to the tip of her gun, or at least the amount she could see from the corner of her eye. "Do you care to tell me now...?"

"Who are you?" She demanded out of desperation.

"That's not my question," Trinity responded and she readied the gun to be fired. "Now, you have three seconds to answer me or fire this gun and you won't ever had to worry about answering another question again."

The girl plopped in the street, clutching her leg and arm to stop the bleeding but failing miserably.

"They're after me," she said simply, stretching out her leg and shuddering.

"Why?"

"You don't scare me. They do."

It was then the Trinity peered at the girl, seeing her for what she really was and horrified by it.

"I have what they want." And she took off before Trinity could fire, disappearing into the dark.