Real World, Real Love
Disclaimer: The Matrix belongs to the W. Brothers, (unfortunately) not me.
A/N: As a note, this is a highly overly dramatic romatical. If you don't like that stuff, don't read it.
Real World, Real Love
Summary: Basically it's a romantic on what I thought Neo and Trinity had to go through to be together (if anything); takes place in between Matrix and Reloaded. Starts off a couple of days after the end of the first Matrix film.
Neo lay quietly in his hard bunk, staring at the twisted metal ceiling. The sound of repairs buzzed overhead. He could hear the muffled voices of his crewmates through the mangled ship. His thoughts drifted to Trinity. Beautiful Trinity. Where would I be without her? He wondered silently, probably dead. She'd declared her love for him in a most un-Trinity like way. He liked it. A vicious little devil of doubt crept in though, as he recalled her words. "The man I loved would be the One." Was it possible that she loved him because he was the One? Was it possible that she loved him only because the Oracle said she would?
Neo's train on thoughts were suddenly interrupted with the screech of his rusty door. Morpheus stepped in, a grim look on his face, "Why aren't you resting? I clearly remember ordering you to rest." A brief smile crossed his face, and instantly became somber again. He took a seat beside Neo, and spoke softly, "Your relationship with Trinity will not be tolerated."
He sat up, despite the lingering pains "You can't Morpheus, you just can't."
He nodded, "No. I can't. I wouldn't. Not to the two of you. But Zion can. They have never approved of shipboard romance, and they do not approve of this, especially with the recent.risk...of your lives."
A terrible aching anger filled him, "I won't let them." He stared imploringly at his captain, "They can't take her from me. I won't."
"You don't have a choice Neo, I have contacted them, and they have reassigned you to another ship. They feel that we are.inapt.at protecting you. Transfer will be effective as soon as the ship arrives.which should be in a few hours." He stood to leave, "I'm sorry Neo. Trinity will be here in a moment."
As if on cue, the door creaked again to admit another person, to allow another to exit. Trinity took Morpheus's place beside him. She took his hand in her own. "I guess he told you then."
"Yeah."
"We'll be all right, we'll see each other in the matrix now and then. Kadavra is our sister ship, you know." For the first time, he heard her voice crack, heard her force the words out.
"Dear god, why are they doing this to us?"
"It's standard procedure Neo, emotional attachments make us weak, slow- thinking. As soldiers, we aren't allowed to have them."
"I won't let them. I won't let them break us apart."
She couldn't help but smile at his child-like frustrations. She knew perfectly well how strict Zion was about relationships. She knew.
She couldn't help but feel her heart melt as he held her close, saying, "We'll fight back Trin, we'll fight." She smiled for him, to give him hope, to make him think they had a chance against the will of Zion. For him.
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"Request denied."
"But council-"
"The Council has decided, do not continue to argue soldier."
With that final statement, the comm. line was cut. Neo's shoulders slumped in defeat. Morpheus laid a hand on his shoulder, "Take a moment. I will stall the Kadavra."
Then he too, left. Instantly, Trinity found herself in his arms, and she stiffened, still unused to such displays of affection. Still, she let herself relax as he spoke quietly. "I'll find a way Trinity. We'll be together. I promise."
Before she could respond, however, the hatch slid open, and Nevia, captain of the Kedavra, entered. She took Neo by the arm, and led him to the temporary channel that connected the two ships. Trinity watched frigidly as Neo shook Morpheus's hand, clapped Tank on the back. Watched as he made his way to the pier. (A/N: wow, this is getting totally over dramatic.) Watched as he turned to face her, felt his eyes bore into her own. Almost simultaneously, they mouthed the words. I love you.
As the exterior hatch closed, so did a place in her heart. It was gone, taken and carried away, on board the ship Kadavra. After a moment of silence, Tank spoke, "You all right, Trinity?"
She forced her half-smile, "Yeah, why shouldn't I be?" Her words and the look of pity strengthened her, let Trinity the soldier emerge. "Well, we've got a ship to finish fixing. We aren't going anywhere until we're up and running."
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Neo sat quietly in his new quarters. Kedavra was in better shape than the Neb, the beds were just a fraction newer and more comfortable. And still he wished he was lying in the rock-hard beds there. Not here. He wished himself back to what had become his family, his brother, his father, his lover. If anything, the goop was the same. Here, the crew looked at him like he was some sort of god. Some god. His muscles were underdeveloped, and he was skinny as hell. All because he could manipulate the bloody matrix as he pleased. Hell, sure he could do all that in the matrix, but here? He couldn't even stop them from separating Trinity and him. Loser.
The ship smelled different. Sure, you had the eternal smell of old metal and what not, but there was a lack of something. A lack of.
His eyes felt weighed down, and despite his will, they closed, asleep, mind away from the real world. Only to fill his mind with dreams of a woman named Trinity.
Weeks later.
Trinity awoke, coughing for all she was worth. She looked down into her palm and saw the customary blood. She swallowed hard, and took a breath. The first thing that came to her mind, that came to her mind every morning was (guess who?) Neo. He had really been put through his paces on the Kedavra, but it was not all in vain. Even now, the walls of the matrix were weakening, whole systems crashing. It was good for the war. She had grown almost used to the perpetual ache in her heart, the hole patched with steel. A soldier could not have a weak heart, nor mind. Just like every other day, another trip inside the Matrix was planned. She was to bring a new recruit to the oracle.
Skipping breakfast had become a routine thing for her. Yeah, yeah, she needed the nutrition and all that other BS, but hell, she'd eat dinner, promise, it's just the thought of having breakfast.so early, then into the matrix we go, and.ugh. She waited patiently for Morpheus and Lucas to arrive. She slid into her chair, thoughtlessly tugging at the frayed ends of the worn seat.
"So." Tank's deep voice startled her back to reality. "How's Miss. Sunshine feeling?"
"Fine."
Her cold tone didn't deter him. "You're not fine Trinity. You're not ok. I know something's wrong."
"How wise of you," was her bitter reply.
"It's him, isn't it," the earnest in Tank's voice almost warmed the frigid air of the ship.
She took a quick glance around, forcing Tank to restrain a grin; after all this time, she was still fiercely protective of her emotions. "Yes."
"Tell me."
"I miss him. God, I miss him so much. It's-it's like there's a giant hole in me, one that I didn't know I had until he filled it. And now that he's gone, it's only gotten bigger." She wrapped her arms around her knees, shivering with the cold, "I never thought I'd say this, but I need him, Tank, I need him more than anything."
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A/N: Well, r/r, and tell me if you like, if you hate? I know it's a bit un-Trinity like, especially the last bit, but hey, the woman's in love, damn it.
p/s: in the next chappie, they meet!
R/R!!!
Disclaimer: The Matrix belongs to the W. Brothers, (unfortunately) not me.
A/N: As a note, this is a highly overly dramatic romatical. If you don't like that stuff, don't read it.
Real World, Real Love
Summary: Basically it's a romantic on what I thought Neo and Trinity had to go through to be together (if anything); takes place in between Matrix and Reloaded. Starts off a couple of days after the end of the first Matrix film.
Neo lay quietly in his hard bunk, staring at the twisted metal ceiling. The sound of repairs buzzed overhead. He could hear the muffled voices of his crewmates through the mangled ship. His thoughts drifted to Trinity. Beautiful Trinity. Where would I be without her? He wondered silently, probably dead. She'd declared her love for him in a most un-Trinity like way. He liked it. A vicious little devil of doubt crept in though, as he recalled her words. "The man I loved would be the One." Was it possible that she loved him because he was the One? Was it possible that she loved him only because the Oracle said she would?
Neo's train on thoughts were suddenly interrupted with the screech of his rusty door. Morpheus stepped in, a grim look on his face, "Why aren't you resting? I clearly remember ordering you to rest." A brief smile crossed his face, and instantly became somber again. He took a seat beside Neo, and spoke softly, "Your relationship with Trinity will not be tolerated."
He sat up, despite the lingering pains "You can't Morpheus, you just can't."
He nodded, "No. I can't. I wouldn't. Not to the two of you. But Zion can. They have never approved of shipboard romance, and they do not approve of this, especially with the recent.risk...of your lives."
A terrible aching anger filled him, "I won't let them." He stared imploringly at his captain, "They can't take her from me. I won't."
"You don't have a choice Neo, I have contacted them, and they have reassigned you to another ship. They feel that we are.inapt.at protecting you. Transfer will be effective as soon as the ship arrives.which should be in a few hours." He stood to leave, "I'm sorry Neo. Trinity will be here in a moment."
As if on cue, the door creaked again to admit another person, to allow another to exit. Trinity took Morpheus's place beside him. She took his hand in her own. "I guess he told you then."
"Yeah."
"We'll be all right, we'll see each other in the matrix now and then. Kadavra is our sister ship, you know." For the first time, he heard her voice crack, heard her force the words out.
"Dear god, why are they doing this to us?"
"It's standard procedure Neo, emotional attachments make us weak, slow- thinking. As soldiers, we aren't allowed to have them."
"I won't let them. I won't let them break us apart."
She couldn't help but smile at his child-like frustrations. She knew perfectly well how strict Zion was about relationships. She knew.
She couldn't help but feel her heart melt as he held her close, saying, "We'll fight back Trin, we'll fight." She smiled for him, to give him hope, to make him think they had a chance against the will of Zion. For him.
********
"Request denied."
"But council-"
"The Council has decided, do not continue to argue soldier."
With that final statement, the comm. line was cut. Neo's shoulders slumped in defeat. Morpheus laid a hand on his shoulder, "Take a moment. I will stall the Kadavra."
Then he too, left. Instantly, Trinity found herself in his arms, and she stiffened, still unused to such displays of affection. Still, she let herself relax as he spoke quietly. "I'll find a way Trinity. We'll be together. I promise."
Before she could respond, however, the hatch slid open, and Nevia, captain of the Kedavra, entered. She took Neo by the arm, and led him to the temporary channel that connected the two ships. Trinity watched frigidly as Neo shook Morpheus's hand, clapped Tank on the back. Watched as he made his way to the pier. (A/N: wow, this is getting totally over dramatic.) Watched as he turned to face her, felt his eyes bore into her own. Almost simultaneously, they mouthed the words. I love you.
As the exterior hatch closed, so did a place in her heart. It was gone, taken and carried away, on board the ship Kadavra. After a moment of silence, Tank spoke, "You all right, Trinity?"
She forced her half-smile, "Yeah, why shouldn't I be?" Her words and the look of pity strengthened her, let Trinity the soldier emerge. "Well, we've got a ship to finish fixing. We aren't going anywhere until we're up and running."
********
Neo sat quietly in his new quarters. Kedavra was in better shape than the Neb, the beds were just a fraction newer and more comfortable. And still he wished he was lying in the rock-hard beds there. Not here. He wished himself back to what had become his family, his brother, his father, his lover. If anything, the goop was the same. Here, the crew looked at him like he was some sort of god. Some god. His muscles were underdeveloped, and he was skinny as hell. All because he could manipulate the bloody matrix as he pleased. Hell, sure he could do all that in the matrix, but here? He couldn't even stop them from separating Trinity and him. Loser.
The ship smelled different. Sure, you had the eternal smell of old metal and what not, but there was a lack of something. A lack of.
His eyes felt weighed down, and despite his will, they closed, asleep, mind away from the real world. Only to fill his mind with dreams of a woman named Trinity.
Weeks later.
Trinity awoke, coughing for all she was worth. She looked down into her palm and saw the customary blood. She swallowed hard, and took a breath. The first thing that came to her mind, that came to her mind every morning was (guess who?) Neo. He had really been put through his paces on the Kedavra, but it was not all in vain. Even now, the walls of the matrix were weakening, whole systems crashing. It was good for the war. She had grown almost used to the perpetual ache in her heart, the hole patched with steel. A soldier could not have a weak heart, nor mind. Just like every other day, another trip inside the Matrix was planned. She was to bring a new recruit to the oracle.
Skipping breakfast had become a routine thing for her. Yeah, yeah, she needed the nutrition and all that other BS, but hell, she'd eat dinner, promise, it's just the thought of having breakfast.so early, then into the matrix we go, and.ugh. She waited patiently for Morpheus and Lucas to arrive. She slid into her chair, thoughtlessly tugging at the frayed ends of the worn seat.
"So." Tank's deep voice startled her back to reality. "How's Miss. Sunshine feeling?"
"Fine."
Her cold tone didn't deter him. "You're not fine Trinity. You're not ok. I know something's wrong."
"How wise of you," was her bitter reply.
"It's him, isn't it," the earnest in Tank's voice almost warmed the frigid air of the ship.
She took a quick glance around, forcing Tank to restrain a grin; after all this time, she was still fiercely protective of her emotions. "Yes."
"Tell me."
"I miss him. God, I miss him so much. It's-it's like there's a giant hole in me, one that I didn't know I had until he filled it. And now that he's gone, it's only gotten bigger." She wrapped her arms around her knees, shivering with the cold, "I never thought I'd say this, but I need him, Tank, I need him more than anything."
********
A/N: Well, r/r, and tell me if you like, if you hate? I know it's a bit un-Trinity like, especially the last bit, but hey, the woman's in love, damn it.
p/s: in the next chappie, they meet!
R/R!!!