Disclaimers: I own none of the characters that you recognize from the Matrix or the Matrix: Reloaded. They belong to the Wachowskis. If I owned the Matrix or the Twins, would I bother writing a fic?! And all the songs/books/whatnot I mention are also not mine. Basically, I own nothing you recognize.

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.

38 (XXXVIII) DAYS UNTIL REVOLUTIONS!!!

I'm still looking for The Lady Arianrod! *looks under her keyboard and over her monitor* where is she?

Audrey A: I'm SO glad you IMed me last, otherwise this chapter would not go up today!

(9/29/03)

Kit 19: I LOVE chatting with you!

I love you all and this fanfic so much I'm daring my computer privileges at school to put this chapter up right now! *hands everyone twin-shaped cookies*

Oh, and Sleeping Awake by POD is a REALLY good song!

This chapter is dedicated to Yui, aka TaiidaniScout. None of you know her, she's a friend from another RP---but I feel I had to do this anyway! Go Mageys! (No one will understand that, and if you do, IM me IMMEDIATELY! Because then I know you from somewhere else!)

Dual Biography

Chapter XI: Cracked the Wrong One

The rest of the night, One was in our room. He was in a resting state that's not needed but always good for you. The closest human equivalent to humanity is sleep, but sleep is necessary while this is not. I remained on the couch, as usual.

The silence began to unnerve me after a little while, so I put some music on softly. The rap, punk, and hard rock are terrible, but the alternative rock and kinder music genres are decent, at least. The song that's on now is Back at One, by a man called Brian McKnight. His fortune is imaginary, as is his music. But that's alright.

While I was up, I also took a large hardcover book off the shelf that I had been reading. It's by a man named John Grisham, who writes novels about mysteries and death, two things I'm fond of. Called A Time to Kill. On another note, the song was over, and it changed to a song called Crash and Burn by a band called Savage Garden.

With my book, I sat back down and began to read it again.

I'm anxious. I can barely keep my attention on the book for more then a minute or two. Not much like me, or my brother for that matter. I decided to put the book down, (not to burn it, which I DID consider) and walk into Morpheus's room.

He's sleeping, kind of, in the bathtub. It's amusing in a stupid sort of way.

"Morpheus, wake up." I said harshly.

He stirred slightly and awoke. A couple of seconds later he was stand in the bathtub, looking at me and trying to hide his tiredness.

"What is it you wish?"

"The One and Trinity have a relationship, correct?"

"You woke me up to ask me if Neo and Trinity are together?"

I snarled, "Yes, we did. Answer."

"Yes, yes they do. Ever since Neo discovered he was The One."

"How long was that?"

"Two…..three months?" He stifled a very large yawn.

"This has something to do with your Prophecy." I accused.

"That is correct, and it's not mine. Can we move out of the bathroom, please?"

I walked out and repositioned myself on the couch. He followed shortly after and sat opposite from me.

"The Prophecy."

"The Prophecy….is made up of four parts. The shell, guide, the key, and the end. Now I had been told by the Oracle that I was the guide…the one meant to find the One. When I found Neo, I knew that that was two out of three, but who the key was---the person to unlock his power, still escaped me. It wasn't until Neo was killed by Agent Smith that I realized the key had been staring me in the face--- it was Trinity's love for Neo that allowed him to rise again to take his place as the The One."

"So if another captain of another ship—say, Niobe, rescued The One from the Matrix. Would he still rise to his place?"

Morpheus shook his head, "No. Because then he would not meet Trinity, nor would he see the Oracle. What has happened happened and couldn't have happened any other way."

"So then no matter what the circumstances, you would free The One. Like fate?"

"Not like fate, Twin Two. It is fate."

I didn't know quite what to say to that, so I kept silent. But it settled like a nasty fog, so I shattered the quiet, "How could you tell it was us?"


"One of you has a larger jawbone," He pointed to my jaw, and I felt my smooth, flawless skin, "I guessed. But now I know that Twin Two is the one with the smaller jaw."

"Stay here." I stood up, and entered mine and Ones' bedroom. He was immediately alert.

"Has something happened?" He asked, getting up quickly to put on his shirt.

When I didn't answer he looked at me. IN a strange, fearful way, I put my hand up to his face and dragged it down his cheek. I felt the same flawless pale skin, except for a bump where his jawbone protruded slightly. Morpheus was right….again.

"What?" He asked, concern lacing into his voice as he finished the buttons and hastily tied his tie.

Without a word, I picked up his hand and placed it on my cheek. After about ten seconds, I put his hand on his own.

"Difference," He whispered, "There should be no difference."

"We must be exactly alike."

"We must be who we are."

"We must be The Twins."

"This is from working with the resistants. MI may have smartened up." One said, still whispering.

"Too gradual."  I countered. My own whisper was laced with something the humans called fear.

It had just occurred to me that I had never felt fear before. Being separated…….No.

No.

I pushed the thoughts out of his and my mind as I finished the last button on his vest and handed him his coat. He picked up his own shades and we both left.

Morpheus looked up at us and stood up from his spot on the couch, "Are we going somewhere?"

"We are. You are not."

The rebel leader nodded once.

I glanced at the clock on the wall, though my internal clock already knew what time it was.  About 1:45 AM MST.  The humans say time flies. I suppose I have to agree. We spent three hours doing almost nothing.

A knock on the door interrupts any further thoughts. One opens it as I shoo Morpheus back into the bathroom.

Trinity points a gun to One's head, and I can see he's smirking at her.

"We want Morpheus now. Before we do this stupid deal bargain thing."

"Temper, temper, rebel," I said from behind One, moving swiftly, "You can have him. We have no use for him. What we want now doesn't concern him."

Three seconds later I was holding the African-American resistant up an inch off the ground by his arm. With carelessness, I tossed him to the two women. Ghost stood behind them but made moves to say or do anything.

Morpheus got up, and wiped of his clothing. He looked to One, and then at me, and I knew what that look meant: I have told you what I know. Use it wisely, for all our sakes. You play a part in what is yet to come as well.

A nod that was no more then a millimeter or so escaped both of us in synchronization. I placed my hand on my jawbone for a moment, and the all six of us were out of the apartment.

AN~

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Title Significance: Cracked the Wrong One.

First, the Cracked implying a mystery (this problem) AND the jaw (Cracking a jaw)

Second, the Wrong one obviously meaning cracking the jaw rather then the mysterious

Third, One. Twin One vs. the one mystery. *Grin*

PS: His jaw ain't actually broken. I just used the expression.

PSS: Please review, and also find the Lady Arianrod.