Notes: Please review if you read this- it's my first fanfic, so I'm dying
to know what you think!
She clung to his hand, not wanting to let go, of neither his hand nor him. It had happened fast, and it had hurt so much to see him lying there like that. He'd saved them, but at what cost?
"Trinity!" The urgent voice brought here back, tearing her away from her thoughts, possibly a good thing, she thought later.
"What is it, Maggie?"
"I think you should see this," Maggie called down from the deck above, "we've run a search in the Matrix. Neo's in there, but we can't see where exactly. It's like when he went through one of those back doors."
Trinity got to her feet, stalling once, to look back at Neo, too scared to leave him. She quickly bent down, and lightly kissed his forehead, drawing back hesitantly, before turning on her heel and heading for the ladder.
"It can't be correct," she heard Morpheus saying as she reached the main deck, "he's in a coma, not jacked in."
"But you can't deny that that's his code," Link replied, shaking his head at the screen and narrowing his eyes. "It just doesn't make sense. I'm on it though."
Morpheus turned to face Trinity. She stood there, looking at the screen, thought the glazed look in her eyes told him all he needed to know.
"You're tired Trinity, get some rest."
"No. I can't." Her head suddenly sprung up, as if the answer had just occurred to her. Without another word, she strode forward, heading towards one of the chairs, and began punching in her details on the keypad beside it.
"Trinity?" Morpheus cried, reaching towards her, and grasping her wrist lightly. "What are you doing? You can't just go in there and search for him? Did you not hear Link? We cannot locate him."
"But the Oracle may know, and I'm telling you now, Morpheus, I will not give up until I find him and know hat he is safe." Her words portrayed her as a tower of strength, as did her tone, though inside she was crying, and Morpheus knew this. He watched as she whisked around, landing in the chair. Knowing there was nothing he could do to stop her, he calmly reached out for the keyboard attached to the chair beside her, preparing himself to enter the Matrix.
-
All that could be heard in the dimly lit corridor where the sound of their boots as they met with the tiled floor, steady footsteps, in time with each other. They stopped. Morpheus reached for the door handle, slowly turning it and pushing the door ajar. It was dark inside. He glanced warily at Trinity, though her sunglasses barred him from seeing the worried look in her eyes.
He pushed the door fully open, as they stepped inside. They walked into the dark hallway. Morpheus stalled, though Trinity, impatient to find her Neo, went straight on ahead, thrusting the kitchen door open, and finding it empty, proceeded to the living room. Also empty.
"Where is she Morpheus?" Her voice becoming uncharacteristically shrill. "We need her, and she isn't here."
"Aaah, Trinity, the fortune teller may not be here, but I am," Trinity spun around sharply, almost losing her balance in her surprise. Morpheus drew back, also stunned, as the Merovingian stepped through the front door. Dressed fully in his suit, and with slight grin, curling at the corners of his mouth.
"You!" Trinity's face twisted in a look of disdain, but it slowly faded from her face, melting into a look of horror, as six burly-looking men carrying machine guns followed him through the door. Not letting the surprise make her falter too much, she quickly adopted a fighting stance, reaching for her gun at an alarming speed, seeing Morpheus do the same through the corner of her eye. She pointed it directly at his head, though watched as six guns were pointed at her own. Morpheus remained still, not allowing emotions to cloud his actions as Trinity was.
"Put it down, little girl," laughed the Merovingian, "I did not come here to hurt you, rather the opposite." Trinity remained still, disapproving of the reference to herself as a 'little girl'.
"Where is Neo? And the Oracle? What have you done with her?" Morpheus spoke for the first time, calmly, slowly.
"I can tell you what you want to know, and I can help you," he replied. He paused, holding eye contact with Morpheus, increasing the tension between the two of them. "Though you must help me also."
"Do you know where Neo is?" asked Trinity.
"Yes."
"And can you get him out of the Matrix?"
"Yes."
"Safely?"
"Yes."
"Then we will help you, once you have brought Neo to me." Trinity finished by lowering her gun, hearing Morpheus exhale loudly behind him. She could sense his distrust, though she said nothing.
"Follow me," stated the Merovingian, the smile once again forming at the corners of his mouth. Trinity turned to Morpheus, who slowly nodded his head towards the Merovingian's retreating figure, indicating that they should follow.
She clung to his hand, not wanting to let go, of neither his hand nor him. It had happened fast, and it had hurt so much to see him lying there like that. He'd saved them, but at what cost?
"Trinity!" The urgent voice brought here back, tearing her away from her thoughts, possibly a good thing, she thought later.
"What is it, Maggie?"
"I think you should see this," Maggie called down from the deck above, "we've run a search in the Matrix. Neo's in there, but we can't see where exactly. It's like when he went through one of those back doors."
Trinity got to her feet, stalling once, to look back at Neo, too scared to leave him. She quickly bent down, and lightly kissed his forehead, drawing back hesitantly, before turning on her heel and heading for the ladder.
"It can't be correct," she heard Morpheus saying as she reached the main deck, "he's in a coma, not jacked in."
"But you can't deny that that's his code," Link replied, shaking his head at the screen and narrowing his eyes. "It just doesn't make sense. I'm on it though."
Morpheus turned to face Trinity. She stood there, looking at the screen, thought the glazed look in her eyes told him all he needed to know.
"You're tired Trinity, get some rest."
"No. I can't." Her head suddenly sprung up, as if the answer had just occurred to her. Without another word, she strode forward, heading towards one of the chairs, and began punching in her details on the keypad beside it.
"Trinity?" Morpheus cried, reaching towards her, and grasping her wrist lightly. "What are you doing? You can't just go in there and search for him? Did you not hear Link? We cannot locate him."
"But the Oracle may know, and I'm telling you now, Morpheus, I will not give up until I find him and know hat he is safe." Her words portrayed her as a tower of strength, as did her tone, though inside she was crying, and Morpheus knew this. He watched as she whisked around, landing in the chair. Knowing there was nothing he could do to stop her, he calmly reached out for the keyboard attached to the chair beside her, preparing himself to enter the Matrix.
-
All that could be heard in the dimly lit corridor where the sound of their boots as they met with the tiled floor, steady footsteps, in time with each other. They stopped. Morpheus reached for the door handle, slowly turning it and pushing the door ajar. It was dark inside. He glanced warily at Trinity, though her sunglasses barred him from seeing the worried look in her eyes.
He pushed the door fully open, as they stepped inside. They walked into the dark hallway. Morpheus stalled, though Trinity, impatient to find her Neo, went straight on ahead, thrusting the kitchen door open, and finding it empty, proceeded to the living room. Also empty.
"Where is she Morpheus?" Her voice becoming uncharacteristically shrill. "We need her, and she isn't here."
"Aaah, Trinity, the fortune teller may not be here, but I am," Trinity spun around sharply, almost losing her balance in her surprise. Morpheus drew back, also stunned, as the Merovingian stepped through the front door. Dressed fully in his suit, and with slight grin, curling at the corners of his mouth.
"You!" Trinity's face twisted in a look of disdain, but it slowly faded from her face, melting into a look of horror, as six burly-looking men carrying machine guns followed him through the door. Not letting the surprise make her falter too much, she quickly adopted a fighting stance, reaching for her gun at an alarming speed, seeing Morpheus do the same through the corner of her eye. She pointed it directly at his head, though watched as six guns were pointed at her own. Morpheus remained still, not allowing emotions to cloud his actions as Trinity was.
"Put it down, little girl," laughed the Merovingian, "I did not come here to hurt you, rather the opposite." Trinity remained still, disapproving of the reference to herself as a 'little girl'.
"Where is Neo? And the Oracle? What have you done with her?" Morpheus spoke for the first time, calmly, slowly.
"I can tell you what you want to know, and I can help you," he replied. He paused, holding eye contact with Morpheus, increasing the tension between the two of them. "Though you must help me also."
"Do you know where Neo is?" asked Trinity.
"Yes."
"And can you get him out of the Matrix?"
"Yes."
"Safely?"
"Yes."
"Then we will help you, once you have brought Neo to me." Trinity finished by lowering her gun, hearing Morpheus exhale loudly behind him. She could sense his distrust, though she said nothing.
"Follow me," stated the Merovingian, the smile once again forming at the corners of his mouth. Trinity turned to Morpheus, who slowly nodded his head towards the Merovingian's retreating figure, indicating that they should follow.