Title: Kindergarten
Author: trin_chardin
Summary: What if the characters of Reloaded went to kindergarten together?
Categories: AU/Humor
Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who reviewed or sent their ideas. ^_^ I've been busy with school so this is a tad late. Hope you didn't mind the wait. ^_^ I especially enjoyed writing this chapter. And despite what happens here, me loves Smith. *huggles the Agent...said Agent just scowls*
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix concept or anyone/anything in it.
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Kindergarten
Chapter 5 - Return of the Cooties
"Mero...Mero... Are you okay?"
The boy blinked to find himself staring into a concerned face haloed by bright sunlight. The face was blurry and the voice distant. But, he knew who it was in a heartbeat. Although his head was still pounding - the dirt floor hadn't helped after the whallop he'd received - he managed a weak smile for his angel.
"I think - "
"I can't believe you actually stood up for me to Neo," she blithely interrupted him.
"It was - "
"That was so wonderful of you," she went on. "And to think he punched you! How uncouth."
As he idly stared at his sweet's cute pout, he only half-listened to her prattle on...and on...and on... He wondered if he was sprawled on the ground as artistically as was possible considering the situation. Maybe he should move his hand this way...
"Careful!"
Her squeal of protest snapped Mero out of his reverie. Thinking she was concerned, the boy plastered a plastic weak smile on his lips. He intended to milk this for all it was worth. His nose seemed to be in one piece - merci Dieu! - but the split lip should still be worth a few points.
Then, he realized she was moving farther away. Not closer.
"You're going to get blood on my dress!" That pout again.
Ah, women.
Then, another face replaced that of his sweet. He stifled a groan. The old, doddering woman who called herself their teacher helped him to his feet. With an attentive Perse back at his side, he continued to ham it up as he was ushered to the clinic. The teacher's parting words to the other students just made his departure sweeter.
"Back into the classroom, Neo. Stand in a corner and think of what you've done."
Take -that-, golden boy. The Mero was back in the game. Life was good -
"Does this hurt?" None-too-gentle fingers man-handled his aching jaw.
A few choice French curses ran through his head against annoying old women.
"And this?"
That hurt.
Maybe breaking open the champagne could wait after a visit to the clinic.
A tense silence fell upon the playground as the teacher left with Mero and Perse. Neo stared at the ground, his face flaming red. Then, Trinity slipped her hand in his.
"I heard what he said," she whispered. "Thank you."
And with that, she kissed him softly on the cheek.
If the boy could turn any redder, he would have.
Morpheus eyed them thoughtfully and turned to Niobe. But, before he could say a word, she gave him a good glare. His mouth snapped shut.
"I guess I should go inside," Neo said slowly, still flushed.
"I'll see you after break." Trinity reassured him with a smile.
The boy returned it with his own shaky smile as he kicked nervously at the dirt floor. Then, managing a nod, he reluctantly turned his back and crossed the courtyard to return to the classroom. After he'd left, Trinity settled back at the swings, eyes fixed on the window of said classroom. If she squinted hard enough, she could make out a dark head of hair in the back corner.
Niobe, however, had left her to join a sullen Ghost at the jungle gym. On one side, the twins smirked at the dark-skinned pair opposite them. The four had finally agreed on the ground rules. The object of the game was to see who could reach the top and then get down the fastest.
Ghost had been appointed referee. When Niobe caught him looking at Trinity again, she jabbed him in the side with an elbow and nodded towards the waiting contestants. In mimicry of his friend, he rolled his eyes.
"Alright. Ready...get set...go!" He shouted
As the four scrambled up the jungle gym, the contrasting dark-clothed trio glared at them.
"Fools. Wasting their time on senseless things."
Jones grunted in agreement, but Brown had his eye on Trinity.
"She's already infected the other one. You had best stay away from him."
"I will," Smith nodded sharply.
Before they could continue their conversation, the bell rang to call an end to recess.
"We have to get going," Brown said.
From the other end, his and Jones' teacher beckoned impatiently. An exchange of nods and then, Smith found himself alone with his classmates. Their own teacher hadn't returned from the clinic yet. With unconcealed annoyance, he watched the racing contest turn into a shoving match. Ghost had happily joined in, distracted from Trinity. The blue-eyed girl just ignored the whole thing, while Niobe returned and started to swing. She was singing softly to herself when Smith approached them.
"I know your plan," he told them.
"What plan?" Niobe asked, interested.
Trinity didn't seem to be listening.
"You girls are trying to get all of us infected with your cooties," he stated flatly.
At that, even Trinity had to look up and join Niobe at staring at him in disbelief. The girls turned to each other. For a moment, there was silence, then the two erupted in peals of laughter. Insulted, Smith straightened his dark blazer and crossed his arms at his chest.
"Laugh all you want. I know the truth, and I'm not going to let you contaminate me."
A more ominous silence followed. The girls looked at each other again and grinned.
Disturbed, Smith reminded himself, Agents do not run.
Then, the two females leaped up and came at him.
And they should not go without back-up, he finished.
Without another thought, he turned tail and ran.
"We're going to kiss you! We're going to kiss you!"
Never had the safety of the classroom seemed so far away. As he burst in, he could still hear the banshees behind him. With a last burst of speed and strength, he slammed the door shut and quickly got onto a chair to lock it. Safe at last. He let out a relieved sigh.
"What's wrong?"
Smith looked at the hand on his arm. His eyes followed it up until it joined the rest of its body. The rest of its -contaminated- body.
"Noooooooooo!"
His life was over.
Author: trin_chardin
Summary: What if the characters of Reloaded went to kindergarten together?
Categories: AU/Humor
Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who reviewed or sent their ideas. ^_^ I've been busy with school so this is a tad late. Hope you didn't mind the wait. ^_^ I especially enjoyed writing this chapter. And despite what happens here, me loves Smith. *huggles the Agent...said Agent just scowls*
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix concept or anyone/anything in it.
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Kindergarten
Chapter 5 - Return of the Cooties
"Mero...Mero... Are you okay?"
The boy blinked to find himself staring into a concerned face haloed by bright sunlight. The face was blurry and the voice distant. But, he knew who it was in a heartbeat. Although his head was still pounding - the dirt floor hadn't helped after the whallop he'd received - he managed a weak smile for his angel.
"I think - "
"I can't believe you actually stood up for me to Neo," she blithely interrupted him.
"It was - "
"That was so wonderful of you," she went on. "And to think he punched you! How uncouth."
As he idly stared at his sweet's cute pout, he only half-listened to her prattle on...and on...and on... He wondered if he was sprawled on the ground as artistically as was possible considering the situation. Maybe he should move his hand this way...
"Careful!"
Her squeal of protest snapped Mero out of his reverie. Thinking she was concerned, the boy plastered a plastic weak smile on his lips. He intended to milk this for all it was worth. His nose seemed to be in one piece - merci Dieu! - but the split lip should still be worth a few points.
Then, he realized she was moving farther away. Not closer.
"You're going to get blood on my dress!" That pout again.
Ah, women.
Then, another face replaced that of his sweet. He stifled a groan. The old, doddering woman who called herself their teacher helped him to his feet. With an attentive Perse back at his side, he continued to ham it up as he was ushered to the clinic. The teacher's parting words to the other students just made his departure sweeter.
"Back into the classroom, Neo. Stand in a corner and think of what you've done."
Take -that-, golden boy. The Mero was back in the game. Life was good -
"Does this hurt?" None-too-gentle fingers man-handled his aching jaw.
A few choice French curses ran through his head against annoying old women.
"And this?"
That hurt.
Maybe breaking open the champagne could wait after a visit to the clinic.
A tense silence fell upon the playground as the teacher left with Mero and Perse. Neo stared at the ground, his face flaming red. Then, Trinity slipped her hand in his.
"I heard what he said," she whispered. "Thank you."
And with that, she kissed him softly on the cheek.
If the boy could turn any redder, he would have.
Morpheus eyed them thoughtfully and turned to Niobe. But, before he could say a word, she gave him a good glare. His mouth snapped shut.
"I guess I should go inside," Neo said slowly, still flushed.
"I'll see you after break." Trinity reassured him with a smile.
The boy returned it with his own shaky smile as he kicked nervously at the dirt floor. Then, managing a nod, he reluctantly turned his back and crossed the courtyard to return to the classroom. After he'd left, Trinity settled back at the swings, eyes fixed on the window of said classroom. If she squinted hard enough, she could make out a dark head of hair in the back corner.
Niobe, however, had left her to join a sullen Ghost at the jungle gym. On one side, the twins smirked at the dark-skinned pair opposite them. The four had finally agreed on the ground rules. The object of the game was to see who could reach the top and then get down the fastest.
Ghost had been appointed referee. When Niobe caught him looking at Trinity again, she jabbed him in the side with an elbow and nodded towards the waiting contestants. In mimicry of his friend, he rolled his eyes.
"Alright. Ready...get set...go!" He shouted
As the four scrambled up the jungle gym, the contrasting dark-clothed trio glared at them.
"Fools. Wasting their time on senseless things."
Jones grunted in agreement, but Brown had his eye on Trinity.
"She's already infected the other one. You had best stay away from him."
"I will," Smith nodded sharply.
Before they could continue their conversation, the bell rang to call an end to recess.
"We have to get going," Brown said.
From the other end, his and Jones' teacher beckoned impatiently. An exchange of nods and then, Smith found himself alone with his classmates. Their own teacher hadn't returned from the clinic yet. With unconcealed annoyance, he watched the racing contest turn into a shoving match. Ghost had happily joined in, distracted from Trinity. The blue-eyed girl just ignored the whole thing, while Niobe returned and started to swing. She was singing softly to herself when Smith approached them.
"I know your plan," he told them.
"What plan?" Niobe asked, interested.
Trinity didn't seem to be listening.
"You girls are trying to get all of us infected with your cooties," he stated flatly.
At that, even Trinity had to look up and join Niobe at staring at him in disbelief. The girls turned to each other. For a moment, there was silence, then the two erupted in peals of laughter. Insulted, Smith straightened his dark blazer and crossed his arms at his chest.
"Laugh all you want. I know the truth, and I'm not going to let you contaminate me."
A more ominous silence followed. The girls looked at each other again and grinned.
Disturbed, Smith reminded himself, Agents do not run.
Then, the two females leaped up and came at him.
And they should not go without back-up, he finished.
Without another thought, he turned tail and ran.
"We're going to kiss you! We're going to kiss you!"
Never had the safety of the classroom seemed so far away. As he burst in, he could still hear the banshees behind him. With a last burst of speed and strength, he slammed the door shut and quickly got onto a chair to lock it. Safe at last. He let out a relieved sigh.
"What's wrong?"
Smith looked at the hand on his arm. His eyes followed it up until it joined the rest of its body. The rest of its -contaminated- body.
"Noooooooooo!"
His life was over.