The Only *ONE* I Ever Loved
by Wing'dCallisto
Disclaimer: I don't own The Matrix or anything related to it, unfortunately... that belongs to the Wachowski siblings. However, if I could buy ONE Matrix character... t'would be Neo. Mmm, Neo. 3 I own Annamarie and Percentage but Nain owns herself.
Author's Note: Sorry it's not funny ... I tried, really, I did. I even suffered the aural torture of the Pokemon Movie Soundtrack. Alas.
Summary: When Neo starts to lose his mind, Trinity realises that she must leave him, and the only way to do that is to introduce him to a not-so-stereotypical Mary Sue clone... who may hold the key to destroying the machines, once and for all.
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Annamarie awoke in her goo-pod.
She was annoyed.
She did not notice the copious amounts of wires stuck in her arms, the bodies lying in similar pods, suspended forever in sleep or the lightning that ran up and down the towers. No.
The first thought she had without a computer aiding her was that her carefully applied nail polish was no more. Solemnly, tears running down her face, she lamented the loss of it as she pulled the tube out of her throat. Between gags, she began to sing softly. A song that always comforted her in her time of need, sadness and fear. 'Dear Diary', by Britney Spears.
Annamarie had always been told that she had a beautiful voice, and there, in the power plant, she was not afraid of singing at the top of her lungs. Several Robots came over to investigate the noise, for it was a rare day when music could be heard... and it wasn't techno-induced beeping, squealing or synthasization.
One of them flew over cautiously, preparing to eject her from her goo-pod. When Annamarie saw it, she rolled her eyes, all her tears evaporating. 'Like, you seriously should put a bit of colour on. Duh!' she began to sing happily. 'DIARY, DO YOU THINK THAT WE'LL BE MORE THAN FRIENDS?' she squealed loudly as the wires, cords and plugs that were attatched to her popped out. She gazed at the robot and sang the last line as loudly as she could. 'I HAVE A FEELING WE'LL BE SO MUCH MORE THAN FRIENDS.'
This was far too much for the robot. It's small, electronic brain could not handle such blatant stupidity. It made a high pitched squealing noise and went into permenant shut-down. It's carcass fell, bouncing off several other goo-pods, before landing with a soft 'flump' on the dirt thousands of metres below, crow-style.
At that moment, Annamarie was ejected from her pod, sliding down the long tunnel. She squealed. 'THIS IS LIKE SO MUCH BETTER THAN A WATER PARK! WHEEEEEEEEEEE.....' she was enjoying herself. At least that Trinity girl had done -one- thing right, she thought with satisfaciton. Abruptly, the ride ended, and Annamarie found herself belly-flopping into the dirty waters of the unused sewers below.
Helplessly, she flailed. 'OH, NEO, COME AND SAVE ME.' she cried, putting her head under water for effect. Then she realised the pointlessness of the situation, so she swam over to a rock and hunched on it, sobbing. 'NEO, YOU TOTALLY SUCK.' she yelled, her voice echoing off the walls, into the darkness. 'LIKE, A TON.'
At that moment, however, she could hear the sound of a hovercraft humming in the distance. She nearly jumped up and down and did one of the cheerleading routines she'd learnt at school, but decided against it at the last moment, choosing instead to prance joyfully about. She lost her footing on the slippery rock and fell into the water once again and was knocked unconscious. She did not notice the large, spindly claw come down, out of the ship, and lift her to safety.
***
Trinity was not a happy person.
Although, she'd never really been -happy-...
But now she was just more bitter than ever before.
Annamarie had been out of the Matrix for a week, and was already settling in on the Nebuthingy... er... Nebuchadnezzar. She and Morpheus were holed up for hours in his quarters, having slumber parties and discussing Britney Spears. Link and her shared bad jokes. Nain loved her poetry, calling it 'Cool, Hip and IN!' And Percentage thought she was absolutely hilarious.
Annamarie had already raised the morale on the ship. Morpheus loved her so much that he'd renamed the Nebuchadnezzar to the 'We Love Annamarie Ship', which pissed Trinity off, a lot. She liked the name Nebuchadnezzar. Nobody could spell it. Only Annamarie couldn't spell the ship's new name, but that's because she sucked.
Neo and Annamarie had met earlier that day. It would have been earlier, but Neo had had a particularly bad week, and on Monday had reverted to communication via gurgling. Trinity had spent a good chunk of her week teaching him the ABC and basic vocal commands.
'No, Neo, it's not "I wid coky", It's "I would like a cookie."' Trinity had told him in an authorative voice in one of her many teaching sessions. Neo would scratch his head in a monkey-esque fashion and reply, 'Cni...' gurgle 'hvcokieplztrin?'
Trinity would slap him. 'No, you fool!' And then she'd flounce out and not speak to anyone for the rest of the day.
But on the day Neo and Annamarie met, a love was formed. And this is an almost true account of how it happened.
***
Trinity awoke to Neo singing an almost-correct version of 'Get Happy' by B*Witched. He was jumping around in his room, breaking things, and Trinity wondered, not for the first time, if they should put some padding in.
'TRIN, GET HAPPY! A, B, C, 1, 2, 3, CLAP YOUR HANDS AND DANCE WITH ME! HEHEHE!'
She slept outside his room every morning, so if he hurt himself, she'd be first on the scene. As she unlocked the door to his room, she knew that this torture was almost over. She allowed herself a guilty smirk.
Trinity spent five minutes in Neo's room. He'd stopped singing that stupid song, and was now just sitting in the corner, chewing on his blanket and speaking in gibberish. She left, and went to have breakfast.
In the eating room, Annamarie was sandwiched between Morpheus and Link, who were both hanging onto her every word. She used her spork to make gestures in the air, not noticing that she was poking Nain who was busily serving herself some goop.
'So, like, I said, oh MY god, YOU CAN'T WEAR CASHMERE WITH STRIPES!'
Morpheus spat all his goop out and started laughing insanely. 'Damn straight!' He giggled, wiping his mouth. 'I mean, that is like SO 1980s!'
Link looked politely puzzled.
'Oh, Trinity! It's so good to see ya, grrlfriend!' Squealed Annamarie, jumping up and hugging Trinity around the midriff. 'Hey, ya reckon ya could, like, come and check out my like room? I've redecorated and it looks SO DAMN FINE!' She added.
Trinity meekly followed Annamarie into her room. When the door was opened, Trinity gasped in horror. Annamarie mistook it for joy. She hugged Trinity again. 'You like like it? I like love it!'
Annamarie had unearthed a tin of old pink paint in the 'We Love Annamarie Ship's cargo hold, and had happily taken it to her room and proceeded to paint it. All of it. Even her clothes were pink. Whilst the other crew members wore simple grey or black jumpers, Annamarie had painted hers pink. The overall effect left something to be desired, as the jumper had previously been black and made the pink look fairly dirty.
'You do know that you change your name in the real world, right, Annamarie? Morpheus asked me to assist you.' Said Trinity, inching her way out of the tacky fluro-pink room.
Since all of the new crew members took on new names once they were freed, Trinity had been given the job of giving Annamarie a new name. It was a hard job. For one thing, Trinity couldn't think of a name that had 'Stupid', 'Blonde', 'Clueless' and 'Scary' in it. They all took on new names because, as Morpheus had told her, now that they were in the real world they should have real names, not those namby-pamby prefabricated and programmed ones.
Before they'd been freed, Nain had been called Nina, and Morpheus had been called Snuggles. (his parents had both suffered from brain damage, and they treated their son more like an oversized teddy with pores than a human being.)
'Oh yes, that's like a cool idea, but I've already picked my name.'
'Oh.' Trinity looked deflated, but inside she was cheering. She didn't have to pick a name for this stupid bimbo after all!
'Oh yes.' replied Annamarie, unfazed. She examined her fingernail, which was painted the same pink as her jumper and the room. 'You may refer to me as Elle.' she heaved a loud, joyous sigh around the same time as Trinity retched.
'Elle?' Trinity choked.
'Oh yes.' Annamarie repeated, not noticing how repetitive she sounded. 'As in Elle Woods, from Legally Blonde? That is like a great movie. Elle has like such good fashion sense. I probably won't get to see the se-... seeew-... um, the movie that comes after it.'
'Sequel?' Trinity replied faintly, taking a step back. Trinity had no idea who Elle Woods was. She didn't go into the Matrix to watch movies. Besides, she'd always enjoyed Kung-Fu and Science Fiction to Chick Flicks.
'Uh, like, that's not the POINT. Can I please go see Neo? Please?' Annamarie... I mean, Elle. pleaded.
Trinity heaved a sigh. 'Fine, Anna-- uh, Elle. Come with me.'
***
Trinity took Elle to see Neo. Opening the door to his quarters was a complicated procedure. Since Neo was not only dangerous to himself, but everyone else now, his door was locked and bolted shut, had a security camera on it at all times, as well as an alarm that notified if he'd escaped. Only Trinity could get in.
The door slid open upon Trinity's command/request. Elle looked excited. 'I'm gonna meet the Neo. Unreal.' she whispered, jumping up and down and causing the metal grating below her to slightly give way as her clunks echoed around the Nebuchadnezzar. Trinity winced. They didn't have time or the required materials to fix the floor at the moment, what with Neo constantly tearing up his room in an effort to get attention.
'This is where Neo lives.' said Trinity as they took a step inside. Surprisingly, the only damage in the room was that the single blanket looked like it had a lot more holes in it than usual. And that's when Elle saw Neo, and stifled a scream.
'Hello Mr. Bunnywunny.' Neo said in a high-pitched imitation of a girls voice. He wore two finger puppets, both made out of the same material as the Holy Blanket. 'Oh, Hello Mrs. Snugglewuggle.' intoned Neo in a deep voice, waggling the other finger puppet. Trinity looked over at Elle, who was nearly in tears.
'Ohmygod. The Neo. Is dumb.' Elle deadpanned, wiping her eyes.
'Yes,' said Trinity, a little impatiently. 'That's why you're going to become his girlfriend.'
Annamarie paused, then brightened. 'OMG I'M GOING TO BE LIKE NEO'S GIRLFRIEND?'
'Yes.' Trinity repeated, tapping her foot. 'Why don't you two get aquainted? I need to go talk to Nain for awhile.' Elle didn't answer. She went and knelt down beside Neo, who looked up at her with glazed eyes. 'Bunny.' he gurgled.
'Bunny.' Elle gurgled.
Trinity watched Neo hand Elle one of the puppets. 'Wantapla?' He gurgled.
'Yehwantaplay,' replied Annamarie. 'OH, MRS. SNUGGLEWUGGLE,' she screeched suddenly, causing Trinity to step back and block her ears. 'WOULD YOU LIKE A GLASS OF TEA?'
'INDEED, MR. BUNNYWUNNY,' replied Neo, his eyes aglow with love for this pink humanoid. Oh, he LOVED Elle! She was so much more feminine than Trinity, who could have-- and was more suited-- to being a guy.
'LuffuEl,' beamed Neo.
'LuffuNeoh,' beamed Elle.
'Oh, brother.' Muttered Trinity, turning on her heel and exiting the room quickly. But at least she didn't have to feel guilty about abandoning Neo any more... she sighed sadly. She was going to miss him. She loved him-- still did.
He was the only One she'd ever loved.
Literally.
by Wing'dCallisto
Disclaimer: I don't own The Matrix or anything related to it, unfortunately... that belongs to the Wachowski siblings. However, if I could buy ONE Matrix character... t'would be Neo. Mmm, Neo. 3 I own Annamarie and Percentage but Nain owns herself.
Author's Note: Sorry it's not funny ... I tried, really, I did. I even suffered the aural torture of the Pokemon Movie Soundtrack. Alas.
Summary: When Neo starts to lose his mind, Trinity realises that she must leave him, and the only way to do that is to introduce him to a not-so-stereotypical Mary Sue clone... who may hold the key to destroying the machines, once and for all.
--------------------------**
Annamarie awoke in her goo-pod.
She was annoyed.
She did not notice the copious amounts of wires stuck in her arms, the bodies lying in similar pods, suspended forever in sleep or the lightning that ran up and down the towers. No.
The first thought she had without a computer aiding her was that her carefully applied nail polish was no more. Solemnly, tears running down her face, she lamented the loss of it as she pulled the tube out of her throat. Between gags, she began to sing softly. A song that always comforted her in her time of need, sadness and fear. 'Dear Diary', by Britney Spears.
Annamarie had always been told that she had a beautiful voice, and there, in the power plant, she was not afraid of singing at the top of her lungs. Several Robots came over to investigate the noise, for it was a rare day when music could be heard... and it wasn't techno-induced beeping, squealing or synthasization.
One of them flew over cautiously, preparing to eject her from her goo-pod. When Annamarie saw it, she rolled her eyes, all her tears evaporating. 'Like, you seriously should put a bit of colour on. Duh!' she began to sing happily. 'DIARY, DO YOU THINK THAT WE'LL BE MORE THAN FRIENDS?' she squealed loudly as the wires, cords and plugs that were attatched to her popped out. She gazed at the robot and sang the last line as loudly as she could. 'I HAVE A FEELING WE'LL BE SO MUCH MORE THAN FRIENDS.'
This was far too much for the robot. It's small, electronic brain could not handle such blatant stupidity. It made a high pitched squealing noise and went into permenant shut-down. It's carcass fell, bouncing off several other goo-pods, before landing with a soft 'flump' on the dirt thousands of metres below, crow-style.
At that moment, Annamarie was ejected from her pod, sliding down the long tunnel. She squealed. 'THIS IS LIKE SO MUCH BETTER THAN A WATER PARK! WHEEEEEEEEEEE.....' she was enjoying herself. At least that Trinity girl had done -one- thing right, she thought with satisfaciton. Abruptly, the ride ended, and Annamarie found herself belly-flopping into the dirty waters of the unused sewers below.
Helplessly, she flailed. 'OH, NEO, COME AND SAVE ME.' she cried, putting her head under water for effect. Then she realised the pointlessness of the situation, so she swam over to a rock and hunched on it, sobbing. 'NEO, YOU TOTALLY SUCK.' she yelled, her voice echoing off the walls, into the darkness. 'LIKE, A TON.'
At that moment, however, she could hear the sound of a hovercraft humming in the distance. She nearly jumped up and down and did one of the cheerleading routines she'd learnt at school, but decided against it at the last moment, choosing instead to prance joyfully about. She lost her footing on the slippery rock and fell into the water once again and was knocked unconscious. She did not notice the large, spindly claw come down, out of the ship, and lift her to safety.
***
Trinity was not a happy person.
Although, she'd never really been -happy-...
But now she was just more bitter than ever before.
Annamarie had been out of the Matrix for a week, and was already settling in on the Nebuthingy... er... Nebuchadnezzar. She and Morpheus were holed up for hours in his quarters, having slumber parties and discussing Britney Spears. Link and her shared bad jokes. Nain loved her poetry, calling it 'Cool, Hip and IN!' And Percentage thought she was absolutely hilarious.
Annamarie had already raised the morale on the ship. Morpheus loved her so much that he'd renamed the Nebuchadnezzar to the 'We Love Annamarie Ship', which pissed Trinity off, a lot. She liked the name Nebuchadnezzar. Nobody could spell it. Only Annamarie couldn't spell the ship's new name, but that's because she sucked.
Neo and Annamarie had met earlier that day. It would have been earlier, but Neo had had a particularly bad week, and on Monday had reverted to communication via gurgling. Trinity had spent a good chunk of her week teaching him the ABC and basic vocal commands.
'No, Neo, it's not "I wid coky", It's "I would like a cookie."' Trinity had told him in an authorative voice in one of her many teaching sessions. Neo would scratch his head in a monkey-esque fashion and reply, 'Cni...' gurgle 'hvcokieplztrin?'
Trinity would slap him. 'No, you fool!' And then she'd flounce out and not speak to anyone for the rest of the day.
But on the day Neo and Annamarie met, a love was formed. And this is an almost true account of how it happened.
***
Trinity awoke to Neo singing an almost-correct version of 'Get Happy' by B*Witched. He was jumping around in his room, breaking things, and Trinity wondered, not for the first time, if they should put some padding in.
'TRIN, GET HAPPY! A, B, C, 1, 2, 3, CLAP YOUR HANDS AND DANCE WITH ME! HEHEHE!'
She slept outside his room every morning, so if he hurt himself, she'd be first on the scene. As she unlocked the door to his room, she knew that this torture was almost over. She allowed herself a guilty smirk.
Trinity spent five minutes in Neo's room. He'd stopped singing that stupid song, and was now just sitting in the corner, chewing on his blanket and speaking in gibberish. She left, and went to have breakfast.
In the eating room, Annamarie was sandwiched between Morpheus and Link, who were both hanging onto her every word. She used her spork to make gestures in the air, not noticing that she was poking Nain who was busily serving herself some goop.
'So, like, I said, oh MY god, YOU CAN'T WEAR CASHMERE WITH STRIPES!'
Morpheus spat all his goop out and started laughing insanely. 'Damn straight!' He giggled, wiping his mouth. 'I mean, that is like SO 1980s!'
Link looked politely puzzled.
'Oh, Trinity! It's so good to see ya, grrlfriend!' Squealed Annamarie, jumping up and hugging Trinity around the midriff. 'Hey, ya reckon ya could, like, come and check out my like room? I've redecorated and it looks SO DAMN FINE!' She added.
Trinity meekly followed Annamarie into her room. When the door was opened, Trinity gasped in horror. Annamarie mistook it for joy. She hugged Trinity again. 'You like like it? I like love it!'
Annamarie had unearthed a tin of old pink paint in the 'We Love Annamarie Ship's cargo hold, and had happily taken it to her room and proceeded to paint it. All of it. Even her clothes were pink. Whilst the other crew members wore simple grey or black jumpers, Annamarie had painted hers pink. The overall effect left something to be desired, as the jumper had previously been black and made the pink look fairly dirty.
'You do know that you change your name in the real world, right, Annamarie? Morpheus asked me to assist you.' Said Trinity, inching her way out of the tacky fluro-pink room.
Since all of the new crew members took on new names once they were freed, Trinity had been given the job of giving Annamarie a new name. It was a hard job. For one thing, Trinity couldn't think of a name that had 'Stupid', 'Blonde', 'Clueless' and 'Scary' in it. They all took on new names because, as Morpheus had told her, now that they were in the real world they should have real names, not those namby-pamby prefabricated and programmed ones.
Before they'd been freed, Nain had been called Nina, and Morpheus had been called Snuggles. (his parents had both suffered from brain damage, and they treated their son more like an oversized teddy with pores than a human being.)
'Oh yes, that's like a cool idea, but I've already picked my name.'
'Oh.' Trinity looked deflated, but inside she was cheering. She didn't have to pick a name for this stupid bimbo after all!
'Oh yes.' replied Annamarie, unfazed. She examined her fingernail, which was painted the same pink as her jumper and the room. 'You may refer to me as Elle.' she heaved a loud, joyous sigh around the same time as Trinity retched.
'Elle?' Trinity choked.
'Oh yes.' Annamarie repeated, not noticing how repetitive she sounded. 'As in Elle Woods, from Legally Blonde? That is like a great movie. Elle has like such good fashion sense. I probably won't get to see the se-... seeew-... um, the movie that comes after it.'
'Sequel?' Trinity replied faintly, taking a step back. Trinity had no idea who Elle Woods was. She didn't go into the Matrix to watch movies. Besides, she'd always enjoyed Kung-Fu and Science Fiction to Chick Flicks.
'Uh, like, that's not the POINT. Can I please go see Neo? Please?' Annamarie... I mean, Elle. pleaded.
Trinity heaved a sigh. 'Fine, Anna-- uh, Elle. Come with me.'
***
Trinity took Elle to see Neo. Opening the door to his quarters was a complicated procedure. Since Neo was not only dangerous to himself, but everyone else now, his door was locked and bolted shut, had a security camera on it at all times, as well as an alarm that notified if he'd escaped. Only Trinity could get in.
The door slid open upon Trinity's command/request. Elle looked excited. 'I'm gonna meet the Neo. Unreal.' she whispered, jumping up and down and causing the metal grating below her to slightly give way as her clunks echoed around the Nebuchadnezzar. Trinity winced. They didn't have time or the required materials to fix the floor at the moment, what with Neo constantly tearing up his room in an effort to get attention.
'This is where Neo lives.' said Trinity as they took a step inside. Surprisingly, the only damage in the room was that the single blanket looked like it had a lot more holes in it than usual. And that's when Elle saw Neo, and stifled a scream.
'Hello Mr. Bunnywunny.' Neo said in a high-pitched imitation of a girls voice. He wore two finger puppets, both made out of the same material as the Holy Blanket. 'Oh, Hello Mrs. Snugglewuggle.' intoned Neo in a deep voice, waggling the other finger puppet. Trinity looked over at Elle, who was nearly in tears.
'Ohmygod. The Neo. Is dumb.' Elle deadpanned, wiping her eyes.
'Yes,' said Trinity, a little impatiently. 'That's why you're going to become his girlfriend.'
Annamarie paused, then brightened. 'OMG I'M GOING TO BE LIKE NEO'S GIRLFRIEND?'
'Yes.' Trinity repeated, tapping her foot. 'Why don't you two get aquainted? I need to go talk to Nain for awhile.' Elle didn't answer. She went and knelt down beside Neo, who looked up at her with glazed eyes. 'Bunny.' he gurgled.
'Bunny.' Elle gurgled.
Trinity watched Neo hand Elle one of the puppets. 'Wantapla?' He gurgled.
'Yehwantaplay,' replied Annamarie. 'OH, MRS. SNUGGLEWUGGLE,' she screeched suddenly, causing Trinity to step back and block her ears. 'WOULD YOU LIKE A GLASS OF TEA?'
'INDEED, MR. BUNNYWUNNY,' replied Neo, his eyes aglow with love for this pink humanoid. Oh, he LOVED Elle! She was so much more feminine than Trinity, who could have-- and was more suited-- to being a guy.
'LuffuEl,' beamed Neo.
'LuffuNeoh,' beamed Elle.
'Oh, brother.' Muttered Trinity, turning on her heel and exiting the room quickly. But at least she didn't have to feel guilty about abandoning Neo any more... she sighed sadly. She was going to miss him. She loved him-- still did.
He was the only One she'd ever loved.
Literally.