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

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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.

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Hmm….I think I dedicate this chapter too……Hugo Weaving! Because Hugo is a sexy beast, unless of course, he's spazzing out! **Fanfiction.net is a bitch.***

DUAL BIOGRAPHY - The life of the Virii Twins after the explosion, from Twin Two's POV

By Kobra aka Karina of Darkness

Chapter XVIII: Waking Explanations, Sleeping Spirits

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The room is as we left it, except for the ash on the coffee table and the shattered glass. The window is still broken, but it's a comfort to me now. The sheer stability of the room calms my mind.  I placed One's unmoving body onto the coffee table and sat on the couch

The last time I had been in this position, Morpheus was a hostage and One was alright. The last time I was here I had been contemplating myself, and now my thoughts lie on my brother.  How weird life can be.

He's motionless.

It unnerves me.

Programs aren't made for actual sleep. We recharge on a type of rest, which is most humanly classified as a very light sleep. Light enough not even to be called sleep. It's really rest……I feel so tense I don't even think I'm making sense anymore. It's a flash, really. Just shopping, then the rebels, freeing Niobe, this serum, saving Neo, One, the MI, Ghost, Adrian, Smith……it's just all bundled up. I don't know what to do.

I hate it.

//"Will you explain now?"// Adrian's voice annoys me, but I'm glad to here the note of patience in it. Even in the flashbacks he was the more easily angered.

//"We'll tell you what we know and suspect.//  I began with a sigh, //"This is new to us just as it is you. Apparently, the resistant Ghost knew the trigger-lock to whatever was sealing you and our past life away. From the flashbacks, we'd say it was the serum that locked your persona, and we don't know what locked the memories. Whatever Ghost said broken the mental chains that held you away from us."//

//"Why is Ghost a resistant?""// He asked curiously.

//"Remember all Smith said about the Matrix?"//

//"Yes."//

//"Ghost is trying to free your species from it. He is resisting."//

//"So who's side are you on?!"// He asked. I can hear the anger growing in his psychic voice.

//"We are a program, Adrian. We side with the Machines. Though currently we are exiled.  This means that both sides are against us in a way."//

//"So I'm stuck with an enemy in my head. GREAT."// I could hear his sarcasm through his voice and sighed to myself.

//"Yes, you are. And WE are stuck with an enemy in OUR head. We were here first."//

//"Nah, cause it was my body before it got mutated into yours. Put that in your pipe and smoke it."//

//"Pardon? What does that saying mean?"/

//"It means that I have a better response then you do, so I win."//

//"No comment."//

I sighed again. This was going to be harder then I thought. Apparently, the previous memories of Adrian's life were restored to him, so he was still very much against the Matrix and, well, us. Do humans deal with this stress everyday? How the hell do they do that? There is a silence as I continue to hope fore One to awaken. He doesn't, but apparently Adrian has no response, hence my head remains quiet.

//"What about Neil?"// He asked suddenly.

//'What about Neil?"// I replied in confusion.

//"Is he awake?"//"

//"Probably not."// I commented back to him flatly. //"One did not receive the flashbacks because of his possession by the Matrix Incarnate, we would guess. The words would probably affect the MI, rather then One himself. So our brother is probably still alone."//

//"You're guessing."// He accused.

//"Correct."//

There is a groan. One's body curls tighter. I jump to him immediately.

//"One!"//  I called telepathically to him.

//"Two? We're…….we're…..we're  so sorry….."//

One turns to face me. He groans several more times before rolling off the coffee table , standing up, and stretching his muscles. I can see the hurt in his eyes, even through the sunglasses. I can see the hurt in his mind, too.

"Two…." He told me slowly, looking at the ground, "We….we couldn't."

"There is no need for apologies," I told him sternly, "You are alright, the past is behind us."

//"That is a pun."// Adrian commented from my head.

//"Quiet, boy."// I replied sharply.

"How…"

"we accept your apology. You are well now, we hope. WE must continue with our lives and put this behind us."

//"Aren't we going to save Neo?"//

//"You don't' even know who Neo is!"//

//"No, I don't, but he's a resistant, so that automatically makes him worth saving."//

I wish I could stab the kid in the throat. Repeatedly. There is a lapse.

The phone rings. I swear loudly, and pick it up.


"What is it?"

"Twin?" It's Morpheus's voice, "Are you coming?"

"Yes, goddamnit, we're coming to save your goddamned hero." I growled back into the phone, "You won't leave us alone until we do, will you!?"

From the background on the other  side, I hear Trinity agreeing, but Morpheus replies otherwise, "It is your option."

"Fine, fine, then you leave us alone." I was again fuming at the resistant, and slammed the phone so hard down I literally broke the thing.

"Let's go save Neo," I announced to One.

"We don't have a choice."

//"No, because we want those bloody rebels off our back.."// I replied to him telepathically.

Goddamnit, I hate those rebels.