Just for record I'm a complete beginner. Perhaps it's obvious. So please be patient. I've never written fanfic before and write in English was something very new for me. English is not my mother tongue but I do my best. And I want to improve so please if you find any huge mistakes write me. So review! Be honest. I accept both positive and negative comments (and not just about grammar of course!)

Disclaimer: The Matrix belongs to Warner Bros. and the Wachowski brothers. I don't own Smith or anybody from the film. The other characters may or may not show up later. If anything is familiar to you from this or any other movie I don't own it. I'm just playing with them.

Chapter Two: Mr. Fidgeting

One hour later Smith came back and was looking for Sam. He finally found him. He was chatting with several other people. Now what to do? He just can't go to them and behave like he usually does. He had to behave naturally. It was something he hated. He looked around. The restaurant was full of people, full of viruses. It was a nightmare. Holy Mainframe!

The moment of truth. Smith approached the table.

"Excuse me, Mr. Potter!"-said Smith "calmly". He needed all of his strength not to shot him right there. Sam couldn't see or hear him. But someone else could.

"Oh, Sam! What did you do, man? Some suit person wanted to talk to you". -said a man.

"John! Behave!"-said a woman. Smith couldn't tell if she was his wife or just a friend.

Then the man stood up and started shaking hands with Smith. Poor man. If he had knew what he was doing.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Excuse me, what is your name again?"

Now Smith wanted to blow up. He looked quite calm, his face was blank but it was far from the truth. He was extremely furious. He wanted this man and Sam die. But he couldn't kill anybody, he was given orders. He was not allowed to kill anybody without a good reason. Unfortunately shaking hands was not a reason for the Mainframe but for him it was. But it didn't matter. He pulled himself together and tried to get the better of himself.

"Smith "- said our Agent with some hostility, shock, disgust, arrogance and anger.

"Any first name?"-asked the always cheerful John. He obviously didn't know whom he was playing with.

Smith was staring him through his sunglasses. He had looked him up and down but finally looked him in the eye. He didn't like him. This John was really annoying. He had no first name but he had to answer something. At least he released his hand.

"Agent."

"My God. Here is a guy who works for the government and has a sense of humor."

Everybody around the table were laughing except Smith. Finally Sam said:

"Welcome back, Smith! "

"Sam - said Smith and gave him a withering look. - I think we should go."

"No, no buddy. You must stay for a minute "- said John and grabbed Smith's upper arm and pushed him on an empty chair between two unknown person in the corner.

Now Sam started to worry. He didn't believe that Smith could stand this situation any longer. He didn't want a massacre. But thanks God Smith stayed calm or at least he seemed to be calm. Furious but calm. But Sam knew it was just matter of time and all hell would break loose. These people were they friends from his old life and he didn't want them to die. But the disaster was coming. John ordered drink for Smith too. Oh, God. And now he wants him to drink it. Smith haven't even drink water so start with tequila just isn't a good idea.

Smith had the same thoughts in his head. Now all he wanted was to get out of there. And because he couldn't shoot him dead, the only way was to drink that damn liquid. So he drunk it. So fast that even John couldn't tell a word. Smith said he never drunk. So how did he drink that so easily?

"Want another one?" - asked John.

"No. Thank you, Mr. ..."

"Baker. Didn't you say that you don't drink?"

"I think we have to go now, John." - said Sam. - "It was so good to see you, all of you, but Smith and I have so many things to do."

"Well, Sam, if you two have to go, just go. We were also glad to see you again. I hope we meet soon. And bring your new friend too." - said John as they were shaking hands.

Smith had already stood up and climbed out from the corner. He didn't want to touch that man's hand or anybody again so he stood further away from them and he was waiting. But he couldn't avoid John. Everybody was satisfied with a "good-bye" except he. He had to give him a friendly thump on the back. Now Smith had to do something with this John Baker. He gathered all of his strength and shook hands with him. He squeezed John's hand very hard and didn't released it for several minutes. He could see the pain in his eyes and he was satisfied with it. He enjoyed it. He looked John in the eye again and smirked. He leaned forward and spoke so loud that only John could hear him:

"If you touch me again you will not survive that. Do you get me, Mr. Fidgeting?"

When John nodded, Smith released his hand and leaned back:

"Good bye, Mr. Baker. And thanks for the drink. "- said Smith and turned to Sam:

"I will be waiting outside "- said Smith and left them in the restaurant.

Then John turned to Sam:

"He isn't a sociable guy, is he?"

"No. But don't worry, he is not so bad."

"No?"

"No. He is worse. But what did he say?"

"Oh, he just warned me in a friendly way not to touch him again."

"Oh! He is a misanthropic type, you know."

"Sure. But I hope he won't kill me."

"No. He doesn't waste his time and energy on someone like you and me."

"He is a big shot isn't he?"

"Yes, sort of."

"And what do you have to do with him?"

"John. You are one of my best friends you know. But if I told you then he would kill you and of course me. I'm 100% sure about it."

"OK! I don't want to know. But if there's anything we can do for you just tell me, OK?"

"Thanks, John. But I must go. "

After Sam said good bye to everybody he finally left the restaurant and his friends.