A/N= *in Oracle voice* Here I am, at it again… Anyway yeah, Chapter Three. Oooooooh the tension is mounting, yes? You can hardly contain yourself, no? *sigh* As promised, this chapter is full of action, action and erm….. action. I keep breaking my promises though, don't I? In chapter one I promised there'd be action in chapter two and there wasn't. In chapter two I promised a Watts and Trinity bitchfight in chapter three and there isn't. There ABSOLUTELY WILL BE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER THOUGH and this is a genuine promise this time. If I don't do it, you can all crucify me. I was just writing this and I got to the bit that it ends at now and decided to leave this chapter ending there because I liked it better that way (wow, that sounded very confusing, huh?). I am very tired- just thought you ought to know. I wasn't going to do this chapter for a while because I've got exams in a couple of weeks and need to revise for them but yeah. Writing the "glomping" scene made me giggle insanely. Before I run away to Las Vegas(!), I'd like to point out that I do not own 'The Matrix' or anything related to it… although owning a sentinel would be pretty… it'd be like a pet. "Here, Squiddy! Good boy!!!" Awwww…..

------------------------------------------------------------------

WHACK!!!

Emma was thrown to the floor yet again. She struggled to lift her head up but the pain brought her back down. A pair of polished black shoes appeared next to her.

"Get up," Smith ordered. "Now. Get up. Is this all you can endure, Watts? Get up!"

Emma painfully got to her feet and looked up at him. They had been fighting for two hours now. She was covered in cuts and bruises, bleeding in several places and aching all over. Smith had not a scratch on him.

He raised his fist and moved it towards her, preparing for another punch. Emma made a feeble effort to block it but his speed was too much and his strength was too powerful- she flew backwards and hit the wall behind them, slumping to the ground in a pitiful ball.

"GET UP!!!" Smith shouted. He marched towards her, grabbed her by her jacket collar and pulled her to her feet. "Why is that you are able to beat Brown and Jones in a fight but not against me? Do you believe that I am too strong? Too fast? Why do you still cling to such illusions? You're an Agent now, Watts. Aspects of speed, strength and gravity mean nothing now, do you understand? Nothing." He released her and slowly turned and walked towards the door. Opening it, he looked at her over his shoulder one last time before he spoke to Brown and Jones, who were waiting outside the door for him.

"Are you finished?" asked Brown.

"We may have made a mistake…" Smith muttered. "She can't do it. If she can't do it now, she never will. There's no Agent in her."

Emma looked up through sore eyes, her stomach twisting into knots as Smith's words echoed painfully loud in her ears.

"But…" Jones frowned. "But she's a necessary part of the system."

Smith shook his head. "Obviously not. We will have to-"

Before he could finish, Emma suddenly dived on him from behind, sending them both flying to the ground. Smith on his stomach, Emma sitting on his back, her arms tight around his neck.

"I AM a necessary part of the system!!!" she screamed.

Jones and Brown quickly shut the door, leaving them to it.

"Say you're sorry!" She continued, trying to ignore the tears that were slowly rolling down her flushed cheeks. "SAY YOU'RE SORRY!"

"No!" Smith choked. "Get off me!"

"Not until you say you're sorry!!!"

But he forced her off him, throwing her across the room. She jumped to her feet and ran towards him, ready to fight like never before. She blocked every punch he gave her. Smith made each move quicker and stronger but not a single one hit Emma.

And then…

WHACK!!!

Smith skidded across the ground on his back and grinded to a halt as he neared the wall on the far side of the room. Taking off his smashed sunglasses and putting a hand to his bleeding lip, Smith looked up at her in astonishment.

She was panting, staring down at her hands, not daring to believe what she had just done. She was still crying as Smith stood up and walked towards her.

"Good," he said. "I see you're improving. We will continue this tomorrow." And with that, he headed towards the door. Emma was sure she heard him say 'I'm sorry' in barely a whisper, just before he opened the door, but she was trying so hard to stop her tears, she thought nothing of it at the time.

It was until a buzz of activity ran through the wires of the four Agents that Emma finally stopped crying and realised that there was trouble. Somebody had jacked into the Matrix. Emma would encounter her first true fight.

It would be the longest fight of her life…