A/N= After the tear-jerking experience that was Chapter Eleven, I've decided to write what happens to Jones and Brown after Emma leaves to hunt down Smithie. Lots of speech in this chapter. I got all carried away with the whole 'agents talking really fast to each other' thing. And it's all rushed and crazy because Agents always act quickly (that was such a lame excuse for rushing this chapter lol) Anyway, now I know what you're all thinking… "What the hell's happened to Smith? I don't care about Brown and Jones, what have they got to do with the story?" But you're all silly. Silly and wrong. Brown and Jones have a lot to do with the story. 'I Love Me Too' isn't just about Watts and Smith, it's an Agent story. And Brown and Jones' adventure with deletion is related to both Smith and Watts so yeah. I don't know. I don't like this chapter much anyway. It's so damn short (lol sorry Cecilia ) so we'll just get it over with. After this chapter, it's an ENTIRE chapter dedicated to that hunk of godliness we all know and love… SMITHIE!!!! And then on to the final chapter in all it's glorious dramaticality. This chapter takes place six months after the whole group went their separate ways (it always reminds me of Lord of the Rings when they all separate… Brown and Jones could be Sam and Frodo, Watts could be um… Gollum lol. And Smithie could be Gandalf because they both die and come back to life… or maybe he could be Elrond because they're both played by Hugo Weaving and they're both gorgeous. I'm seriously rambling now.) Thanks to everyone who sent me emails, wrote me reviews and sold their souls to me at reasonable prices. All that review reply stuff at the end. I don't own the Matrix or anything related to it, I just like to draw sunglasses on bags of flour and play pretend.

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A crackle of feedback in their earpieces. Approaching footsteps echoing through the corridor. Two Agents shivered in the interrogation room. Lights off. Doors shut.

"They're on their way."

"Jones…" Brown whispered, holding onto his arm.

"I know. Don't worry. Everything's going to be alright. I promise," came the comforting reply in the darkness.

The door smashed open, flying off it's hinges. The lights switched on and three Agents marched into the room, identical smirks on their faces.

"Well, well, well…" the Agent in the middle smiled. "Brown and Jones… After six months of searching, we've finally found you."

"And you are…?" asked Jones, getting to his feet and pulling Brown up with him.

"Johnson," said the first.

"Thompson," said the second.

"Jackson," said the third.

"And where is the other Agent?" asked Johnson. "Where is Smith?"

"We assumed he'd be with you,"

"Though our searches could find no trace of him."

"We assigned Watts with his deletion," Jones explained.

"Watts?" Johnson repeated, frowning.

"Perhaps they are referring to the girl," Jackson suggested.

"The girl?" Johnson sneered. "You trusted her with his deletion?!" he laughed shortly. "She's just another virus, what can she do?"

"She's not a virus!" Brown suddenly protested. "Humans are the viruses, not programs!"

"She's a virus," Johnson repeated firmly. "I can see that both of you have already been infected by her. Smith too."

"She will need to be deleted," said Thompson.

"Yes," Johnson agreed. "But first things first…"

All three of them pulled out their guns.

"Please," said Jones. "Can't we work something out? Why can't we be Agents with you?"

They laughed.

"I don't think so."

"The system isn't big enough for all of us."

"You are weak."

"Useless."

"Pathetic."

"We are your replacements."

"We're in charge now."

"There is nothing you can do,"

"We've disabled your hacking features."

"So you can't take over other humans."

"When you die, you won't come back."

"But we're supposed to get a choice!" Brown cried, unable to keep quiet. "Deletion or exile!"

"You don't have a choice," said Jackson. "We've chosen for you."

"Even if you did have a choice, what would you do as exiles?" asked Thompson.

"Maybe he's afraid of deletion," Johnson grinned smugly. With one hand, he firmly pushed Brown against the wall, his hands around his throat. "Afraid," he repeated. "It's pathetic. I'm amazed the system has lasted this long with you three as the Agents here. Agents do not fall in love. Agents do not feel fear."

"Fear is a word," Brown choked. "It's nothing more than just a wish to sever the connection between-"

"Be quiet!" Johnson yelled. "Who told you that nonsense? Was it that filthy girl? Why listen to her? She's just as pathetic as you are!" He punched Brown in the stomach.

"Hey!!!" Jones shouted, kicking Johnson's legs from underneath him. "Leave him alone!"

"Kill them!" Johnson ordered as he got back to his feet.

Jones took Brown's hand and together they ran out of the room, dodging the bullets that were fired behind them.

"We're not going to make it!" Brown muttered as they ran.

"Trust me," said Jones.

Hand in hand, they sprinted up the staircase, kicked open the door and ran out onto the rooftop.

"We jump." Jones told him. "To the building opposite us… Understand?"

Brown nodded.

"Let's go."

They ran full speed across the rooftop but just as they reached the edge of the building, just as they were about to leap into the air, Agent Johnson fired from the doorway. The bullet shot through Jones' back. He yelled out in pain and toppled forward, Brown with him.

"Jones!" Brown cried as they both fell, hurtling towards the ground. "Jones! Are you OK?"

Jones slowly opened his eyes. "I'm sorry…" he whispered. "I promised you it would all be alright but…"

"I don't care about that!" Brown exclaimed. "We're both going to die and I don't want to be separated from y-"

"Don't be afraid," said Jones.

"But-"

"They're right, Brown. Agents shouldn't feel fear. So don't be afraid."

Brown stared at him. The ground was getting close now. "I won't be afraid," he said. "As long as you stay with me, I have no reason to be afraid. You have always protected me just as you have protected the system. If you promise not to leave me then I promise I won't be afraid."

Jones smiled feebly. "Very well,"

They crashed to the ground. Nearby humans screamed at their impact, screamed at the sudden smash as two bodies landed on the street, blood spilling everywhere.

Three Agents slowly walked up to them and looked down at their predecessors, their broken and bleeding arms still wrapped around each other in one final embrace.

"Pathetic," said Johnson. They began to walk away. "Pathetic…"

"The system is ours now," said Thompson.

But it was in the moment that Brown and Jones made their last promise to each other that their former colleague Smith was rebooted, waking and finding himself in a darkened hallway of a familiar hotel….

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Sorry. I really am sorry for this chapter. I hate it. Never mind. Only two chapters to go and then I can finally get some rest! Woohoo! Anyway, onto the review reply things!!!

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Cecilia: No, dammit! The honour is MINE!!! plays tug of war with you over honour Johnson and Thompson SUCK!!!! Uh… that's about it. Chapter 15 (the final chapter) will be a long one by the way! Just so you can prepare for some serious longness!

Agent Josey: It has to end so soon because I can't take much more of this. 'I Love Me Too' has ruined my life. Posh noodles= YAY! And thanks for your idea! It's weird because a couple of weeks ago I was thinking "I wonder what a sequel to I Love Me Too would be like…" and then I had an idea that was very similar to the one you've just told me. Unfortunately there isn't going to be a sequel because I hate sequels. They're always so corny and ruin the first story for life. And this story is ruined enough as it is. I want a strait jacket!

Danny Barefoot: No, normally Jones probably wouldn't allow anybody to cry on his shoulder but he's infected by Watts too so things are always a lot different where she's concerned because everybody loves her (except me) Do I hate dogs? Are you referring to my Day in The Life As A Writer comic where I shout something very rude that won't be repeated here at the dog? If that's the case then yeah I guess I kind of do hate dogs. I'm much more of a cat person (hence all the love I give to the cat and the evilness I give the dog). There are some dogs I like just not many of them. Plus the dog that I shout at in the comic is my step dad's dog- the stupidly named Buster. Buster is the reason I hardly ever see my cat Tammy anymore. They always fight (and the cat always wins lol) so my parents won't let Tammy in the house anymore and it's mean because I love Tammy so much and the dog's just stupid. I have only just become aware how long I've rambled on about cats and dogs for lol. Sorry about that.

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Let's all give a round of applause to my sweet friend Arwen Undomiel who is dressing up as Trinity for a marathon soon!!! claps madly Oh and thanks to Vampirynn for her emails too. And WOW!! I spelt her name right in one go without having to go and check!!!! GO ME!!!!!!

Chapter 14 will be arriving soon. So calm down all you people who persist in sending me death threats and letters written in blood telling me to update soon or die (slight exaggerations there- only slight though)