A/N= FINAL CHAPTER!!!! I'm so glad it's nearly over!!! This story had ruined my life so much lol. Halfway through writing this chapter on paper at my gran's, I stopped to read some Care Bear books and I have no idea why. I was just writing and then I looked up and saw this stack of Care Bear books my cousin had left behind and I just went "Oooh!", stopped writing and spent half an hour reading them. Then I realised just how mental I have become since I first started writing this story. I am amazed I've made it this far. But more on the soppy, sentimental stuff afterwards. Let us go on with the story! Enjoy or at least TRY to enjoy! You all know by now, I own none of the characters or other stuff related to 'The Matrix' but I would very much like to. They could all be my slaves and I could make them fight each other… sniff! Oh my god, This is the last time I'll ever get to use my patented copyright statements!!! cries uncontrollably
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She turned around the corner and immediately stopped as she saw him ahead of her, marching confidently as always, paying no attention to the rain that had steadily begun to fall. As soon as she stopped… he stopped. Both of them knowing…
She had found him at last.
Her gun shook in her hands as she slowly walked towards him, her stomach lurching, her face getting paler by the second. Six months spent cursing his name. Six months spent searching in vain for the man she loved and hated. She swallowed hard, forcing the bile back down her throat. Seeing him again after all this time made the familiar feelings rush back to her. None of them had died.
Run away, she silently urged him
Stay here,
Shoot me,
Kiss me,
Hate me,
Love me.
She couldn't decide which she wanted. Love and hatred fought a Battle Royale inside her. Hands still trembling, she raised the gun. If she killed him now, killed him before he had a chance to say anything, to hurt her once more, then she'd be free… just like him.
As her index finger curled reluctantly around the trigger of the gun, he turned and faced her. Her heart leapt, stomach jolting. She instantly lowered the gun as his eyes narrowed.
"Agent Watts…" he muttered.
Emma gulped, unable to string a sentence together.
"Are you here for my… deletion?" Smith continued, hissing this last word with disgust.
Emma said nothing. She stared at the floor, fists clenched.
"Are you?" Smith repeated as he walked towards her.
"Yes…" Emma finally answered in a tiny voice, avoiding his stare.
"Look at me," he commanded.
She refused, her eyes fixed on the ground.
"Look at me," he said, firmer this time.
Slowly she lifted her head up and their eyes met. Emma was surprised to see a smile on Smith's face.
"I'm finally free," he said. "I'm not a slave to the Matrix anymore. Just like you said, Watts. Now I can finally destroy… him… without being bound to the system."
"You can't!" Emma suddenly exclaimed.
Smith raised an eyebrow. "Why's that?"
"I won't let you."
Smith smiled again. "What are you going to do?" he asked. "Kill me? After all the trouble you've caused trying to save my life, now you're going to kill me, Watts? How ironic…"
"It's different now," Emma muttered. "I don't care anymore."
"You don't care?" Smith repeated, smirking. "Then kill me." He spread his arms wide. "Kill me."
Emma gingerly raised the gun again.
Smith moved closer towards her. So close her cheek brushed against his.
"You won't miss this time, Watts," he whispered in her ear.
The gun rattled violently in her shaking hands as she pressed it against Smith's stomach. Her eyes were filling with threatening tears but she refused to cry this time. She'd wasted enough tears on him… This was it. This was how it would end. Both of them would be free, just as they had promised that night on the rooftop. Her grip tightened around the gun. This was it. He was right. She wouldn't miss this time. She closed her eyes, her finger settling on the trigger. This was it…
This was it.
Smith heard the gun clatter to the floor. He took a step backwards and looked down at Emma. She looked up at him, a single tear running slowly down her cheek.
"I can't do it," she whispered.
"I knew you couldn't," Smith said, looking smug. He turned his back to her and sighed. "You said you didn't care," he muttered quietly. "Those were your last words to me before you ran off that night, Watts. Go ahead and get yourself killed! See if I care! Those were your exact words. I remember. It's all I've been able to think of." The venom was dripping in his speech. "Your words infected me. They… haunted me. And now I see that none of it was true, it was…"
"As artificial as the Matrix itself…" Emma said sadly, finishing Smith's sentence with his own words from 'Revolutions'.
Smith turned back round and stared at her. "Exactly," he said. "None of it was true, what you said. You made me believe that you didn't care and now I find that you do."
"So what?!" Emma said angrily. "What difference does it make to you? Since when do you give a damn how I feel? You're always so mean to me!"
"Ridiculous! I saved your life when you fell from that building."
"Yeah and I just saved yours!"
"I would have allowed you to kill me, you saw that yourself! You're just too terrified of emotion!"
"I'm human, I'm allowed to be!"
Smith blinked at her in confusion. "You're not human." he said.
"I must be, I repulse you that much!"
Smith fell silent, not knowing what to say.
Emma took off her sunglasses and put them in her pocket, wiping her eyes and forcing herself to stop crying.
"Emma…"
She looked up instantly. He had never called her that before…
Smith didn't seem to notice. "You aren't repulsive and your programming proves it," he told her. "Now go. The new Agents have deleted Brown and Jones. No doubt they will be after you next. You are no longer a necessary part of the system."
"C-Can't I go with you?" Emma stammered.
"And see me die?" Smith asked, frowning.
"It's better than not seeing you at all…" she answered, talking to her shoes rather than to him.
Smith sighed again and shook his head. Without another word, he turned and began to walk away.
"Smith!" Emma cried. "Smith!" She seized his arm before he slipped away from her forever.
He stopped. His head bent towards the ground, eyes impossible to see behind his dark sunglasses.
"I love you," she whispered.
He immediately looked up at her and a long silence followed.
"No you don't," he finally muttered gruffly.
"Yes I do," said Emma as she moved closer towards him. "I love you."
"No…"
"I love you…" she slowly lifted up a hand and pulled away Smiths sunglasses, letting them fall to the floor. She wrapped her arms around him.
"Stop it…" Smith hissed. His eyes locked with hers. They stared at each other, neither of them speaking. They didn't need to say a word, seeing everything in the other's eyes. Faces inching closer together….
Their lips met at last in a kiss. Smith's eyes widened and then slowly closed. He had never felt the soft passion of a kiss before. Slow. Delicate. Everything they had ever been through together was in that kiss…
But then, not knowing what compelled him to do so, Smith thrust his hand deep into Emma's stomach and at once, a black liquid-like substance began to cover her, oozing all over her body. She gave a shuddering gasp as it engulfed her.
"I- I love you," she said one last time before the blackness encased her.
And then it suddenly disappeared and all that remained was a replica of Smith himself, who pulled away
from this clone and looked at him in astonishment.
"I love me too…" he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips. "I love me too."
THE END
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A/N= IT'S OVER!!!!! The war is over, sir, the war is over! Err… I mean… Yay! Thank god it's over! Now let's all try and forget it ever happened. You don't know how rare it is for me to actually finish a whole story- even a dorky fan fiction like this one. I suppose I should thank you guys for that since all those lovely reviews and emails I've been getting have helped me keep this story going. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't the compliments you gave me (I'm still terrified of those) it was all the death-threats I received telling me to "UPDATE!!! Update NOW or perish, Gosling!!!" Anyway yeah….
Hands up all those that expected Smith and Watts to get together?
silently watches as hands shoot up everywhere
Fools!!! This is a Rachel Gosling story! Romance always fails miserably in a Rachel Gosling story! You don't know me at all! cries uncontrollably Um… anyway… no the reason Watts and Smith don't get married and live happily ever after is because I didn't want this to be one of those "this is Agent so-and-so, she's me as an Agent and she gets together with Smith and acts out all my fantasises as the cutest couple ever created." What the hell? Grrishnakk!!! (Grishnak is my angry word) I may be a fangirl but this isn't a typical fangirl story. Agent Watts isn't me. I'm the girl that gets shot. I'd rather be her than the Agent so-and-so. The only thing Watts and I have in common is our lust for Smith…. And the poster. Goddammit I love my poster!
Hands up all those that laughed uncontrollably when I got shot in the stomach?
Thought so…
Hands up all those that wanted to be sick during the Watts/Neo scenes?
Hands up all those that welled up during the Jones/Brown scene?
Just me, huh?
Hands up all those that can't stop saying the word "Pimping?"
Hands up all those that have been mentally scarred for life?
Excellent…
Ah…. So many happy memories of writing this story! What with the whole "I need a boring female name!" fiasco right at the start of this adventure. I will let you all in on a secret. I actually got the name Watts from my super-duper name-finding technique. Whenever I need a surname or something, I always look at the list of editors and stuff inside magazines. I'm not really a magazine person but my little brother had some so I ransacked his room and whilst scanning the list of editors, I came across the surname "Wyatt" and thought 'Hmm… Wyatt…. Wyatt… No, not boring enough… uh… Watt… Watts? Watts!!!!" and thus she was born. So thank you Mark Wyatt for being the deputy editor of The Official Playstation 2 Magazine!!!! The discovery of 'Emma' as her first name was different. It was registration at school- very early in the morning and I was pretty much the first person to arrive at our tutor room so I sat down and thought I'd begin writing the story. But I still couldn't think of a first name. Soon, fellow classmate Yasmin Butt arrived and found me slamming my head on the desk in frustration.
Yasmin: What's up, Rachel?
Me: I NEED A BORNING FEMALE NAME!!!!!
After running through a long list of names, all of which I rejected, Yasmin finally said "How about Emma?" and the pain was over. So thank you too, Yasmin!
Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, the painful memories! All those nights spent unable to sleep that made me write parts of the story as text messages on my phone (a nightmare to translate in the morning). Let's not forget all those flashes of inspiration I'd get in the most awkward places.
Dad's car on the way home: "BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PIMPING!!!!!"
Afternoon jog with my mother: "OH MY GOD SHE TOTALLY HAS TO SAY HIS NAME WHILST IN BED WITH NEO!!!!"
As you can probably guess, these didn't go down well with my parents. Thank you to my father for introducing me to the world of The Matrix ("You'll like this film, Rach. Its for nerds!") and thank you to my mother, who introduced me to the word 'nonchalant' which got used in the interrogation scene when I couldn't think of a way to describe Neo's mouth lol.
And oh, that lovely feeling at midnight… the pounding sounds booming in my ears as I bang on the appropriate letters of the keyboard and hoping, too tired to actually check, that for once, just once, I'll be able to spell Brown correctly without having to go back and put that DAMN 'R' in the right place!!!! You think you were mentally scarred from reading this? Try writing the stupid thing!!!!
Anyway, as far as the future is concerned, there will be no sequel to I Love Me Too but there will be more Matrix fanfics on the way. My next one is called 'The Sentinel's Scar' and it tells the story of a young girl who, like Mr Popper (or The Kid as he is more commonly known), manages to wake up from the Matrix all by herself. Stranded in the Deserts of the Real, she is attacked by sentinels and during the chase, discovers the ruins of The Osiris. Then lots of crazy stuff happens. Bane's in it!!! BANE!!!!!! Sorry, it's just that Bane=Smith and Smith= YAY! There's also going to be one about two Bounty Hunters who are assigned by Agents to capture Seraph. Seraph is cute. Anyway all hell breaks loose as the bounty hunter duo are separated by good and evil. One falls to Seraph's side. The other falls to Smith. It's a whole Battle Royale of craziness (I love that phrase- Battle Royale…) Anyway yeah. Parodies on the way too. 'Kill Bilbo' tells the story of Gollum's revenge after Bilbo steals his Precious. Elrond's in it! Wheee!!!!
Anyway thanks for reading I Love Me Too! I hope you've all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! shivers and twitches, tries to wriggle out of strait jacket Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go pass out in that corner and remain in a coma-like state of sleep for seven days.
Rachel Gosling,
7th June, 2004.