a/n: new chapter. This one is 100% PG-13. I know that it has the makings of something no more and no less. PG-13 for language. ENJOY!

I'm hungry and I can't ignore that for long. I stand up, and see that I am truly alone. A note has been slipped under the door.

Dear Smith,

Went out to meet someone, I'm sure you don't mind me leaving. Sati and Seraph shouldn't be back too much later, they'll arrive before me.

Oracle

p.s. I left some lunch on the table for you.

I am happy she is gone, but happier that she left food. As an agent I never had to prepare food, if I wanted to eat I would order someone to do it for me; they never questioned the authority I had.

I don't want to remember that though, reflecting on the past only brought that audience to me, each time someone different.

The audience has been so many people that I have lost count. During the time with the clones even, I still had that audience come and take me. They have been people like Morpheus, Agent Brown, Jackson, and Johnson, even Mr. Anderson. Especially him.

Every time that I would witness death, even if I caused it, I would see him, reaching for me, touching me, destroying everything I ever was everything that I am now.

I leave the room and go to the table. All she left was some water, a sandwich, and her signature cookie. There was another note.

Sorry this was all that was left, Seraph and Sati should be bringing back more.

Oracle

I don't mind, I hate taking what is mine now, it always seems to lead to something bad. I try to take Mr. Anderson's life, he kills me. I try to take the Matrix; Mr. Anderson destroys me and takes my power.

I watched Mr. Anderson die and be destroyed, yet he still comes back and haunts me, even now. I look up and see the place that the Oracle told Mr. Anderson that he was nothing, just to make him something. I turn and see the place where I threw the cookie bowl into when the Oracle and I met last time.

I wanted that back. I wanted the only reason for me in this kitchen to be making a clone of myself out of the Oracle. But I know that that life is long gone, in the past, forgotten without any tears.

I'm sure that when I was destroyed no one wept. I KNOW that when I was destroyed no one wept, because no one felt the need to. They wept for Mr. Anderson. He was the One, he was everything to them. They wept for Trinity too. They wept for every lost person in that battle, except for me. I was the only one that no one cared for because I had never cared for them.

I sit down and eat the sandwich in silence; there is no reason to make noise. I finish off the water and pick up the cookie. I'm still hungry, but I feel better. I don't want to eat the cookie, it would be a lie. It would be making the Oracle part of me again, and I never want to know that feeling anymore.

I hear the door open and Sati is running in. Her little feet produce the sound of a heard of elephants. She stampedes through the door and into the kitchen where she stops at my feet, spilling the bag.

She leans down, "Oops, I'm sorry," she apologizes in her innocent voice, that annoying voice has so much emotion.

I feel that the spill was my fault though; everything is my fault these days. I lean down and help her clean up just as Seraph walks in.

He looks at me with wonder, though I don't know why.

"What's wrong with you," I growl, I try to sound like an agent, but I sound more human like than ever before.

He stops staring and keeps moving to put his bags down. "Just never thought of you that way?"

"What way!" I yell. I know I sound defensive, but I can't help it, I can't let him get under my skin as well.

"Nothing, just, never mind," he knows not to start a fight; I can tell he wants to avoid it, but I need a fight, I need to win a fight, prove I have some strength.

"Sure," I hiss.

"Smith, I don't want to fight, you want a fight go out there! I dare you! Expose

yourself to the whole mainframe! You'll be deleted!" He starts to yell too and Sati leaves to find safety in her room.

"You know what? I want to!" I yell, not faltering. I really do want to be deleted.

"Smith?" he stops yelling.

"No! Don't start to feel sorry for me! Don't you DARE! I don't need this shit! I can't stand it! First the Oracle and now you! YOU! I don't want to live! I didn't ask to come back! I didn't WANT to come back, but I did. Okay? This wasn't my choice. I tried to kill myself for a reason! I want to die, don't you get it!" I sound desperate, but I am desperate.

"I won't kill you," he sounds stern, he's made up his mind, "And I won't let you kill yourself."

"Why not?" I yell.

He walks up to me, "Because I know that you and I would both regret that."

"No you don't!" I'm yelling in his face, "I would never regret that!"

"Yes you would."

"No... I... wouldn't..." I start to pound on his chest, but tears are coming, I can feel them start to flow, my hits are weak. My legs give out and Seraph catches me, sitting me in a chair.

"Yes," he forces me to look at him, roughly, "you would."

I can't stop the tears. They start to pour harder at his words.

"I know it is hard. I have come back from death once too. I was once a great person, wealthy and well thought of. I died in an accident and was brought back like this. I was made the protector of the Oracle once I could prove my strength. She was young then..."

"I already know," I cut him off between my sobs, "She told me, about her at least."

"Smith, please, try and stay here. I know it is hard for you and you completely disagree with the Oracle," I smile and snort at that, "but you have to keep trying. I almost let go and I regret that everyday."

"Why?"

"Because I would never have met so many great people that inhabit this place."

There's a long pause and Sati comes out.

"Smith?" she lets out a small word, so gentle and touching that it sends a chill through me; it's too human for a program.

"Let me guess, you also have died once and know how it feels?"

"No," she laughs and her smile seems to brighten the room. "Are you mad at me?"

"No, why would you think that?" I can't be harsh to her, she's too innocent.

"Because you yelled after I spilled the bag."

"No, I'm just not having a good day," don't know what else I could say.

"Are you sure?"

I smile the best I can, it comes out a bit twisted but she gets the picture, "I'm sure."

She runs up and hugs me. She damages me, but I'm starting not to mind it from her.

a/n: made this one a bit mushy but hey! You gotta have the love somewhere in this angsty story! Please review!