DISCLAIMER: The Matrix Trilogy, its characters and concepts belong to the Wachowski Brothers. I just write for enjoyment, like most of the rest of you!
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Reconnected
"…I found the one I love. I held him and would not let him go…" Song of Songs 3 v.4
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I take off my glasses…
The need for you is so great, my longing and want all amounting to this event. There is so much to tell you; so much I have been through for this, this perfect moment, cliched though it sounds. I am overwhelmed with happiness, joy…love.
This must be shared.
My eyes meet yours…
We communicate the way we know best, that only we understand. Whole conversations take place in a second. Words cannot say so much.
I see it in your eyes too. You have missed me every bit as much as I have ached for you. An ache that led me to be willing to do anything, give everything. As I sat beside you on board the Hammer, I was so helpless, frustrated. There was nothing I could do.
Perhaps my frustration led me to become reckless in the Matrix. I do not regret that. Just as I was unable to stay out and watch you die, I was unable to return and watch you as if dead. My reckless act caught all off guard, and thus I held the balance of power. All that the Merovingian thrives on is power, and I, a woman, by his definition, someone to be despised and dominated, was the one who deprived him of that.
I start to run towards you…
I can't help it, but then I don't want to stop. I see the love in your eyes, the image of my own. Your eyes are soft eyes, no hint of madness. This love is not insanity. It led me to desperation, though.
No, not the love itself, but the fear of losing it.
"If she has to she will kill us all. She is in love." What motivated her to say that? In all, it was true enough. Yet, beside the purity of what I feel, I could not understand her mocking tone. What cruelties have twisted what she feels, if indeed a programme can feel? Our love, understood by that one experience, being used as an accusation against her husband…
I suppose it comes back to the power issue. A blow to his ego that he has lost her respect, and lost some of his power over her. Bitterness, used one against the other, in place of the love that has gone. Neo…never let that happen to us. They once loved, maybe as we do…I couldn't bear to lose you again.
I feel your arms around me…
I am reassured; that will never happen. If my love is enough that I would die for you, and yours that you would not let me, there is no way that could happen to us.
I feel your warmth radiating through to me. I had not realised I had been so cold until now. You warm me, past the illusion of physical through to the soul. I dare to feel again, overflowing. My whole being is calling out to you.
You are safe with me, and it will all work out now. You can save Zion for us. I believe you will know what to do. The worst has passed for us. I'll never let you leave again, I promise myself. We're in this together, always.
Lips seal the connection that began with the eyes…
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AN: Well, there it is. I thought I couldn't write fanfiction because I couldn't think of a decent plot, but now I have. This fic just had to be written. In post-Revolutions denial, when I was in the really hectic stage and even dreaming the Matrix, I kept coming back to this scene whether awake or asleep. So this just had to be written. It was therapy. They were happy then.