Bet you all think I died or something ^.^; I'm very sorry I haven't been around. I didn't intend to continue this fic thingy, but certain people *cough*Dana*cough* showed interest in seeing more of it. So, I got guilty, and wrote more ^.^

And… Trinity time ^.^ (Yea, yea, I wrote a Trinity part. Le w00t.)

Part 4

            Everything in the building was relatively still as the crew of the Neb relaxed during a lull in the calls. It had been a while, and slowly people were calming down, the calls weren't nearly as frantic. Still, they waited, expecting the rush to start up again at any moment.

            Trinity sat in quiet contentment, drawing her legs up until her feet rested on the edge of the chair. Her head tilted slightly to the side as she contemplated the strangely silent phone. The lack of noise was jarring after the near-constant sound of ringing, and she wasn't sure what to do. It was, after all, the lack of things to do that had driven them to start this in the first place.

            After a period of time when her phone remained mute, she began to rise, intending to finish that… conversation… that she had started with Neo earlier. Stretching languidly, arms raised over her head, she started for the door. Just as she reached it, one hand resting on the frame, a ring broke through the stillness.

            Trinity pursed her lips and sighed inwardly, but did not show any irritation. She turned to look at the shaking phone, observing it without expression, wondering what the result would be if she just left it.

            No…. no, she had just given her life for people; she would not shirk a simple phone call, not to mention she had just scolded Neo on the same issue. Pushing herself away from the doorframe, she settled back into her seat and picked up the receiver.

            "Hello."

            "-Oh!" The voice was that of a girl, and it sounded shaky.

            Used to the nervousness of the callers, Trinity spoke firmly. "What is it?"

            "I…" there was a long pause, leaving her to wonder if the girl intended to continue at all. "I was about to hand up… I thought you weren't going to answer."

            Trinity smiled ruefully, leaning back in the chair. "I always answer if you wait long enough."

            "Wait?" The girl sounded startled.

            "Sometimes I'm busy."

            "Still? But I would have thought…"

            "Different kind of busy," she replied dryly.

            "Oh."

            When the conversation didn't start up again, Trinity reminded her gently. "So, you called because… why, exactly?"

            "I'm… I'm afraid."

            This was new. She had gotten grief and anger… but fear? Why?

            "Afraid of what?"

            "Of… forgetting. Forgetting you."

            What on earth… "Why would you forget me?" How do you even know me?

            "Because you died, and… no one notices, not anyone that I see.. and it always happens, they die and then you forget, you let go, and it's over."

            "How can you be sure that will happen?" The calm in Trinity's voice seemed to soothe the girl, and she spoke more clearly.

            "I can feel it starting to happen."

            "Why does it scare you?"

            "I don't want to forget… it means too much for me to forget it."

            "If it means so much, how will you forget?"

            "Because it'll fade. It'll stop meaning so much. And that's what I don't want to lose."

            This one was difficult. "Why… did you not worry about this before?"

            The girl spoke as if it was obvious. "Because you were in the war! I watched you, worried, but always knew more was to come. Now it's over, and -"

            "And you don't need to worry."

            "What?"

            "You don't need to worry… because we aren't fighting anymore."

            "That doesn't mean I want you to leave…"

            "Who said I'm leaving?" She really should not be forced to think this much after death.

            "If I forget…"

            "Doesn't mean I'm going anywhere."

            "I'll still forget."

            Didn't give up, did she?

            "Then you will."

            There was silence, and Trinity wondered if the girl had hung up. I can't lie to her.        

            "How… does that help me? That's why I called…"

            "You don't understand. Maybe you will forget for a while, but that doesn't mean anything."

            "But how is my forgetting you okay?"

           "Because I won't forget you. None of us will." Can't, more like. They won't let us. "So, we aren't going anywhere. And when you need to call… well.. you've already figured out how to do that."

            "And you'll… always pick up, right? If I wait?"

            Icy blue eyes smiled. "Right."

            "… Thank you."

            "It's okay."

            "Can I ask you one more thing?"

            As long as it doesn't require a ridiculous amount of thought. "Sure."

            "Am I really talking to you, or am I dreaming?"

            Trinity suppressed a laugh. "What's the difference?"

            ".. All right, I get it. Thank you again… and.. I'm glad you don't have to fight anymore."

            "Me, too. Goodbye."

            Trinity remained looking at the phone, going over the strange conversation in her head, for a considerable amount of time, until a familiar voice broke into her thoughts.

            "What's going on?" Neo stood in the doorway, large eyes puzzled as he watched her stare at nothing.

            She shook her head reflectively and stood to meet him. "Nothing. Just giving a lesson you learned a long time ago."

            He cocked his head at her. "More cryptic sayings?"

            "They're good for you."

            "Not from my experience."

          Her lips quirked upward and she brought her face near to his. "Are you going to spend our entire break complaining? Because I can list a lot of things I'd much rather be thinking about."

            Neo grinned, brushing his lips against her neck. "Does it have to require thought?"

            The less, the better, right now. "No, no thought at all."

            "In that case…."

            Mere moments later, the cubicles lay abandoned, while the sound of laughter and receding footsteps echoed down the hall.