FlowerOfMidnight's author's note (BitterSweetPill's is at the end): Five reviews? FIVE? Is that the best you can give? Come on! Review from the bottom of your hearts! Hey, don't you walk out on ME!
Aaanyways, Part 2 is here :-) The Oracle and the Agents bits are BitterSweet's, Trinity/Morpheus/Neo bits are mine.

Matrix-Oracle-Part two…o – 0 In the agent stronghold… "So…Was the parcel delivered?" Brown watched Smith, who was currently looking out of the office windows.
"Yes." Smith turned back round.
"Finally we have rid of her…" "She WAS our ultimate weapon Smith…" "So?" Smith took out a packet of cigarettes and lit up.
"Remember that week when she got caught smoking weed in the agent's toilets?" Brown stifled a laugh.
"The time when you got high and tried to tap dance on top of the sta-" "Yes. THAT time. And when we grounded her, she refused to communicate in anything other than quacks?" Brown nodded. That WAS a tough week.
"And poor Jones got hit over the head with a hamster…he's never been the same since…" Smith nods in agreement.
"Where is Agent Jones?" "In his room." "What is he doing?" "Burning C.Ds." Smith raised an eyebrow.
"Isn't that illegal?" Brown looked at him.
"I didn't mean off the internet."

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Morpheus, though cool (except when wearing a hoodie) was not exactly what you'd call observant, and so completely failed to notice Trinity was talking to her poncho. Neo didn't notice anything strange either, but not because he wasn't observant. Just completely thick.

"Moooorpheus?" he asked, tugging thoughtfully at the Village People tribute act jumpsuit. "Yeah?"

"How do you spell "Y.M.C.A?"

Morpheus clobbered him round the head. "I think it's time we went and saw the Oracle," he said in an exasperated voice, after pulling Neo back up and checking he hadn't pulled any of the sequins off.

"What, like so we can ask her who stole the coats? Hey Morpheus dude, that's a radical plan man!"

Morpheus frowned.

"That's a good idea," she explained. Morpheus smirked, despite having actually planned to just leave Neo there with the Oracle's other brats. But Trinity's plan sounded better. Well, possibly.

::Remember what I said before, Trinity dudette…::

"Oh yeah." Trinity lifted her head up. "But first there are some things I gotta do man…see you. I gotta split."

Morpheus frowned.

"I have to go do something first."

"Oh! Great! You can take Neo with you then! The Oracle's never liked him since that time he messed up her fridge magnets trying to spell "CAT"" Morpheus grinned. "Have fun Trinity!"

::Oh, we will man…:: the poncho smirked. If ponchos can smirk. Actually, it probably couldn't smirk without a mouth. But it would have done. If it did.
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Norman and Jay were playing chess whilst the oracle watched T.V.
"Check." Jay whined at the Oracle.
"She's cheating!" "How can you cheat at chess?" Norman raised an eyebrow.
"I found a way." She laughed evilly.
Then realised that she'd just given her plan away.
"Oh fu-" "Norman…" "Fureguck a duck." The oracle blinked.
"Right…now…who's going to win this race I wonder?" She stared pointedly at the television screen.
Norman blinked back.
"I thought you didn't do that type of thing." "I'll do it just this once. For fun." Norman grinned evilly.
Her mind control was beginning to work.
Soon she would have it…soon…
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"So Neo, what do you have to go ask that nice man over there?" Trinity asked for the fifth time.

"Um…um…" Suddenly a lightbulb flickered dimly in the basement of the thing they call his brain. "Where do I find the seediest low-life drug-dealer?"

"YES!" Trinity said gleefully. "Now go on Neo dude, ask him."

"Yes Trinity."

"ASK HIM NOW, FOR GOD'S SAKES, ASK HIM NOW NEO MOTHER FUC-I mean, dude." Neo toddled off and asked the man. After listening to the man's incredulous answer, he promptly dismantled him with an impromptu lightsaber.

"Neo! Chill out! Peace!" Trinity yelled at him. "Now we're not just going to have to go ask someone else, you've almost moved this fanfic to the Crossovers section with that Star Wars insertion!"

::How do you know about fanfic writing? You're just a character, dude!::

"Come on! If I can be influenced by my totally dudey hippie rainbow striped poncho who is speaking directly into my mind, is there any reason I can't know the ins and outs of fanfic writing?"

::Fair enough, dude.:: the poncho admitted. ::Now go score that weed!::

"Go on Neo dude," Trinity ordered. "Ask that other man over there now."

"Um…" Neo paused from the challenging mathematical exercise of counting his fingers (he got ten, but that proves nothing, he was only counting one hand). "What am I meant to ask again?" Trinity, forgetting values of peace and love for a minute, hit him.
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Meanwhile…back in the agent stronghold… "Jones…Do you wanna come out now?" Brown knocked tentatively on the door, Smith stood next to him, there was an acrid smell of burning plastic wafting from the gaps in the door frame.
:: That's my evil minion…burn…:
"Pardon Smith?" "Huh?" Brown was staring at Smith.
:: I really need to stop thinking out loud…:
"Yes you should." :: GODDAMMIT! :
"Just shut up!" Brown glared at him.
"Jones?" He knocked again.
Suddenly there was a noise like they'd never heard before.
It was loud.
It was fast.
It was…It was…it was Placebo!
"Uh…Jones? This is Smith, if you don't come out now…uh…you're grounded!" There was a thump in the room.
"£$%&&£%&!!!!" Brown gasped.
"JONES! YOU ARE COMING OUT OF THIS ROOM, RIGHT NOW!!!!" Brown kicked the door.
"A-wight! A-wight man…chill…" The door opened and both Smith and Brown stepped back as a wall of smoke hit them, then, a dark figure emerged.
"Whut-up dudes?" Brown proceeded to faint, Smith merely gaped at Jones and forgot to catch Brown. "Uh, we have a job to do Jones." Agent Jones shrugged.
"And?" "You're an agent." Jones rolled his eyes.
"Look man, awight? I ain't doing no Agent Shiatsa in this get-up, got it?" Smith looked at his 'get-up'.
It consisted of: a pair of baggy pants, black, a black vest with red and black striped sleeved undershirt, a pair of black biker boots, a nose ring, several other piercings and long brown dreadlocked hair.
"Indeed…Peziwick's gonna pay for this." He turned on his heel, and tripped over Brown's unconscious form.
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They had finally managed to find Trinity's drug dealer. She slunk into the dark alleyway, but the dramatic effect was already lost because any shadows were soon broken by the luminescence of her poncho, and Neo was skipping happily along anyway.

"Okay Neo, just let Trinity do the talking now." "Alright," Neo nodded obediently. Together they approached a short figure at the end of the alleyway, his face hidden in shadow.
"Hi dude," Trinity grinned. "Right, I want –"

"I know what you want you dumb TINGALINGALING know what you want, I do, yes."

"Did you just say TINGALINGALING?" Trinity asked, puzzled.

::He sure did, and man, what a groovy noise!:: "Say anything, I didn't!" the short drug dealer croaked. "Hey, don't I know you from somewhere man?" She reached forward, and despite the creature's protests, lifted off his hood. "YODA?!"

"Yoda, I am," the little guy nodded. "Weed you want to buy?"

Trinity slapped a hand to her forehead. "NEO! Did you affect the nature of causality again? I mean…" she paused. "Did you change things round?" There was no answer.
"…Neo?"

"'Oo 'ol 'e 'o 'oo 'al!" he tried to say without opening his mouth.

"Neo, when I said let me do the talking…I didn't mean you couldn't talk at all!"

"That one, dumb kid TINGALINGALING," Yoda agreed.

"Oh no!" Trinity's face turned white. Well, rainbow because of the poncho underneath, but nearly white. "You've turned it into a Crossover fanfic! Now any character can be let in!"

"She's quite right you know," said the sudden and disturbing figure of Dumbledore in a hoodie. "Ah! I know what would sort you out! How about some TINGALINGALING no, no precious mine! All mine!" Gollum crouched possessively in a hoodie.

"Neo…" Trinity warned him.

Neo pouted, and Gollum promptly turned into the huge purple teletubby Tinky Winky, complete with handbag. Neo clapped with joy.

"Neo!" Trinity growled, and Tinky Winky disappeared to be replaced by a very confused Link. Trinity sighed in relief as Neo burst into tears.

::Like, how radical was that man?::

But while Trinity was whispering to her poncho, Neo scrambled over to a big red handbag previously abandoned by Tinky Winky. Neo had a look inside. There was some nasty green stuff and some smarties.

Well, probably smarties.

Actually, probably not.

But Neo wasn't to know.

"No! Neo!" Trinity yelled, as Neo picked up one of the pills and ate it.

"mmmMMMMMMFEJWUHOIPDQUHP}U){} I !!!!!!" he grinned as his eyes glowed orange…

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"Ok…now...in this first race, I want to place $50 on the horse called Epson Stylus…yes…I know he's 100-1, I want to bet on THIS horse, got-it?!" The oracle slammed the phone down.
She didn't know what had come over her today.
Well, it was just one little bet, and if she got some money she'd get something nice for the kids.
And she knew Epson Stylus was going to win.
Norman was now playing Jay in a game of monopoly.
One of those dodgy movie cross-over versions.
"Hah! That's my hotel, come on, pay up!" Jay smiled at Norman.
"You cheated." "Oh yeah, how did ya guess that then?" "That hotel…" "Yeeeeeeeeees…" "That I've got the card for…" "Yeeeeeeeeees…" "I've just put a house on it." Jay looked from her to the board.
"I don't like this game." He/She stormed off.
Then came back for the car piece.
Then stormed off again.
"Wasn't he the dog?" Norman pondered.
She shrugged and instead decided to annoy the Oracle.
"Can I go the park?" "Not by yourself, no." "I'm 15!" "You have a criminal record." Norman giggled as the Oracle frowned.
"WHY do you want to go to the park Norman?" Norman tried to look innocent.
"To feed the duckies." The Oracle looked at her.
"Alright…but you have to take Jay with you." "He/She's grounded!" "They need fresh air." Norman grumbled as she collected Jay and left for the pond.
"At least my duckies love me…" "Pardon?" Jay stared at Norman.
She tried to think of something to say.
"Um…" She grinned evilly.
"Quack."
BitterSweetPill's authors note: Well…you know…the whole duck-girl thingie going on.
And Jones will have a vital role in the story as soon as Brown regains consciousness.
And Smith quits smoking.
Honestly…Cigarettes are baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!
And NOT in a good way.
I'm rambling. Shut me up somebody. Please.
Before I start reciting Placebo lyrics.
[Huggles Brian Molko plushie]

(FlowerOfMidnight again): Sorry. I think I lost control of my part of the fanfic around the time they found the drug dealer. Next time I may introduce a plot to prevent that sort of thing!
Heheh…Neo on DRUGS…bad Neo…