Disclaimers: I own none of the characters that you recognize from the Matrix or the Matrix: Reloaded. They belong to the Wachowskis.

Also, in this fic they don't use 'I' 'me' 'my' 'mine' etc. Even when referring to only one of them. I think it adds a certain dramatic effect.

Because I've gotten SOOO MANY REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Really big smile and hands you all Twin plushies*  This chapter goes up today instead of next week! But I won't be here till Friday, so don't expect VI till then!!!!

Alucin: Smith is COOL! (Not as cool as the Twins, though)

Kit19: MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Scanner-Cat-Scat: What do you mean 'they're talking like Smith?'

Lady Arianrod: I bask in your praise and give you extra twin plushie for it! *gives her an extra*

DUAL BIOGRAPHY

Chapter V: Practicality, Practical Jokes, and Practically Forgotten Knowledge.

"He is unconscious. Nothing more. Do not worry yourself with such unnecessary concerns." He dropped One's body in the doorframe. I hastily picked it up.

I 'buzzed his nerves'. That is the name we've given it, at least. It means to send a very large sum of thought into the other's mind. In comparison, it would be like trying to eight people into a two-person car. It is painful, and leaves a small headache, but is useful for these kinds of situations.

He jumped immediately and was awake. I told him what I knew about Smith and Neo….and he told me what had happened.

Apparently, he and Smith had run into a resistant. Named Ghost. He had tried to save Neo and had engaged in battle with One.  One had, without me, not been able to have his full potential and had to run from Ghost. Smith had easily knocked the rebel unconscious and continued on. Ghost had somehow deceived them both, and was able to get a couple of good hits on my brother, and knocked him out. Smith had apparently tried to kill Ghost, but he had escaped.  Smith had apparently known he would have to return my twin's body or I would be angry (I was, unsurprisingly), so he had hidden his prey until then.

"Why didn't you call us when you entered battle?"

"We thought it would not be necessary. We were mistaken."

"Why did Smith not kill the rebel in the first place?"

"We don't know."

"Do you know anything else about Ghost?"

"He was looking for Niobe."

He phased to heal, and then we entered the main living room again.

"Who is Ghost, Morpheus?" He asked immediately.

Trinity and Niobe immediately took fighting stances. Smith smirked, and motioned with his empty hand to the gun to the black man's neck, "What do you want, Smith?" Morpheus breathed.

"Who is Ghost?"

"He is another rebel who worked with Niobe."

The gun was removed, "I see. And this Ghost would have known where Miss Adrat was being held?"

"My name's Niobe, Agent." She said through gritted teeth.

"I would assume so. They were crewmates."

"Agent?" Smith asked, the smirk reappearing. I liked it. He looked better when he smirked, it fit the 'agent gone bad' thing, "I am no Agent. Not anymore, at least. Once, yes. For my current status, you have Mister Anderson to thank."

"Then what are you?" She asked him defiantly.

"That is information is currently classified for rebels like yourselves. I had no intention of even going into this conversation. In fact, I did not want to even make contact with things such as you."

"You made deal, Smith," I interrupt, "You owe us our half."

"I do, don't I?" He said, turning slowly to face myself and my brother. With antagonizing slowness (for a moment, I thought he was slowing down time) he reached into his inside coat pocket and pulled out a syringe. He tossed it to One, who caught it easily.

"Now get out." Said Trinity quietly but hatefully.

Smith bowed dramatically to them all and walked back out the door. All of us heard a crashing noise and the sound of swearing. I casually glared back out the peephole.

"Would you look at that? Smith has crashed into another man."

One snickered inside my head, "Do you know who it is?"

"No. But we believe he's coming here."

One terminates the conversation and moves over to Niobe. She shrinks back, but he grabs her arm and pulls up her sleeve to reveal the purple bruise she got from when he grabbed her arm to inject the first part. He hastily gave her the remainder of the counter-virus and discards the syringe. I sighed with relief mentally. She had only minutes left.

The man that Smith bumped into entered the room. He is short, slightly overweight, with a small bald patch on his head. He's wearing glasses. Maybe 40 or so, "What are all you guys doin' here?"

Both One and I immediately catch from his dialect he's no resistant, "We are living here."

"You gotta pay, you know. You can't just freeload an apartment this nice. Hand over some mullah or I'll kick you out faster then you can apologize."

I glance at One, he shrugs, "We will have the money to pay for the apartment momentarily. Wait a moment." He says and moves into the kitchen. I follow.

"The landlord." He says, "How are we to 'pay' for this?"

"We could kill him." I suggest casually, balancing my switchblade on my knuckles, "That would solve the problem."

"Too suspicious," He says immediately.

We suddenly hear Morpheus' voice: "You should be happy they are not immediately complaining. This room is haunted by ghosts. They are professional ghostbusters."

I almost burst out laughing. Ghostbusters?! One peeks his head out the window. Trinity glares at him, and suddenly understands, "Us!" He hisses to me, "we're the ghosts! You be the ghost, we'll talk!"

I stare at him completely dumbfounded before I understand what he means. A few seconds later, I phase through the wall and behind the landlord. One walks out of the kitchen, "He is right," He proclaims, "We should have reported this room to you when we first picked up this job. This room is haunted, and there are few true ghostbusting teams. We are one of them."

"Yeah, right." Says the landlord, "I don't believe in ghosts."

"Then what's that behind you?" he asked innocently, trying to hide the smirk I see creeping up on his gray-tinted lips.

He turns, and glances at me. I do my best scream, but the fact I am partially immaterial makes it more like a wail/screech. I reach to grab him but (obviously) my fingers go straight through his arms.

"MOMMMY!!!!!" He shouts and begins to quiver as I float right through him, stopping to terrorize my brother.

I wail/screech at One. He makes some hand gesture as I pretend to shrink to the floor. I can faintly hear Niobe laughing from the bathroom (she did not want to laugh out here—it would ruin it)—even Trinity and Morpheus cannot resist a small smile each. '

"P-p-p-p-please Mr. Ghostbuster…….kill it…." He whispers.

"We shall. But only if you let us stay without the rent." One proclaims, continues his hand motions as I pretend to writhe in agony.

"A-a-a-alright…." With that, he runs back out the door. I can hear him screaming down the hall about ghosts.

I rematerialize, and both of us share vicious smiles, reincarnations of laughter. As the amusement of the moment dies down, I turned to Morpheus, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He returns.

"Why did you do that?" One asked.

"I assume in order to be treated well I should stick up for you two." He replies, the earlier smile gone from his lip.

One wiggles his fingers at me some more with mocking fierceness. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"He's right, Two. He saved our house. We owe him."

"We know that. Let the man live, we say. He'll provide some interesting conversational topics. Philosophy, physics, the science of the Matrix."

"Two…..if he does not leave the Matrix the man will die anyway. His real world body has to receive nourishment."

I clench my hand into a fist at my side. The three rebels don't say anything, though. I want them to leave. They are making me uncomfortable. The knowledge that Morpheus will indeed slip from our grasp bothers me. How could I have missed that detail? We had been chasing them BECAUSE they were trying to escape the Matrix! I mentally smacked myself.

"How could we have been so stupid?! Of course!"

"Don't beat yourself over it, Two. He will return to us. He is man of his honor."

One's words penetrated my angry fogged brain.   I took a second to clear it up and glance at the three remaining resistants.

"What are you going to do?" Niobe asks, "We've been sitting here for three hours."

"We've been sitting here for four," Trinity counters.

"WE'VE been here for two weeks," One glares at the women, "And it has suddenly come to our attention of the choices we have."

They shut up---we won.

"Two has made the……," He glances at me, "He has missed a piece of valuable information. Regardless of what we decide to do with you," He waved his hand towards Morpheus, "It has come to our attention that if we do decide to let you live you will have to leave the Matrix to nourish your true body as opposed to your RSI."

I felt rather stupid after that statement. He's telling me not to beat myself and makes me sound like an idiot. I mentally bashed myself on the head again.

"That is correct," Said Niobe smoothly, "If you don't kill him, you'll kill him anyway."

"If we had not brought up the topic that would have made no sense. But we understand," I say, glad that we are unable to do human things like blush (because if we did I would lose my title as an albino), "And that is correct. Although we do know he is a man of his word, letting him back into the real world is more trust then a captive should be given. Do you not agree?"

"That is perfectly logical," Morpheus agreed, "I can see why you would think that. It is understood."

"What do they call the religious of absolute calmness?"  One asked. I'm the more human-involved of the two of us. He's more aloof.

"Zen Buddhism. Why?"

"We are contemplating his life and death and he's perfectly calm. Disturbing in a sort of strange way."

"We pulled his sunglasses off his face and shattered them because he was like that when you were gone. Don't tell us about his calmness."

One glanced down and finally noticed the lens shards. He peered at me over his glasses, his gray-blue eyes mixed with amusement.

"So what do you intend to do?"