Ok, sorry for the delay, but my school workload is really getting to me. I'm sorry to say that my next update my not be very soon, but there will be one. Also, please, please, PLEASE give me your feedback, anything. Tell me what you liked, what you disliked, what you are unsure of. School is very stressful, and I am getting very depressed because of it. The main thing that cheers me up is you guys, when I find I've received a review. So please, tell me what you think.

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Okay guys, I might not post the next chapter for a while, so make this one last! It's a big one! Enjoy!

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Sapphire appeared in the great expanse of white, more commonly known as the construct. She was wearing a black PVC outfit, the same one she wore when helping Niobe free Rabbit. It was her usual appearance, and she was grateful that she hadn't appeared in the outfit she had been unplugged in. Yes, the blue dress and hair and eye changes has been okay, and they were appealing, but they were just illusions; they weren't what she really looked like, who she really was. That was what mattered most to her, the individuality of her appearance. It was what defined her from other fighters. Appearance, and of course most importantly talent, were the things that she took great pride in.

Her hair was tied back in its usual fashion; the top part gelled and held in place with a metal clasp, and then was platted downwards. Her nails were now coated with metallic nail varnish to match the metal clasp, something that, as a teenager, was a must. Her eyes were once again an attractive pale blue, which emphasised the characteristic brown speck in the right iris. If there was anything that she was really proud about her natural appearance, it was her eyes. They were unique, and were also reflective of her parents, who she actually looked up to.

As she waited for her captain, Sapphire's hand discreetly moved over a concealed pocket in her PVC outfit, checking its contents. She smiled slightly. It was now set.

A few moments later, Morpheus appeared in front of her, this time wearing his usual leather coat and coloured suit he had last worn in the matrix. He looked at Sapphire sceptically for a moment, taking in her full appearance now that she was stationary and not attacking him. She was no less lethal looking here than when she was in the sparring program. He was actually very surprised to see the girl in her present clothing, as he had half expected her to look like she did when he first met her. Instead, he saw the young woman that Niobe had described to him, and wondered why he hadn't specially noticed her visual appearance before then. She was a spitting image of her mother.

He took out his phone and talked to whoever it was on the other end, all the while eyeing the girl's image. It was her first time into the matrix since she had been unplugged, only her second time into the construct, and yet she already looked like one of the rebels. She was smart and stylish, and the PVC outfit gave plenty of room to manoeuvre round when fighting. He wasn't very surprised when studying the intricate metal clip in her hair to find he recognised the design. It was the same design that had been on the scrap paper Rabbit had seen, NTS- the design if the Matrix Angels. No surprise there, if Niobe was right, she was one. The metal clip was small and practical, yet personal, and gave an added touch to her unique and mysterious background. Somehow it seemed to look perfect sitting where it did, and it completed her over all appearance.

He knew that back onboard the ship, whatever crewmembers were there would be also watching her, studying her code, trying to work out more about her. It was as a rule that almost all of unplugged people wanted to know as much about something that intrigued them as possible, and would do almost anything to satisfy that thirst for knowledge. He could practically see Niobe leaning closer to the screens to analyse Sapphire's code, and he knew there would be plenty of gossip going on.

Morpheus flipped his phone shut after ordering for the racks of guns to appear, and moved closer to Sapphire to let the rack pass behind him as they arrived. He picked up an automatic, just in case, and watched as the girl picked up her weapons. She considered some of the smaller guns, but after a few seconds picked up only one familiar looking knife. It was at least 3 ½ inches, and also happened to be the type of knife preferred by the only member of the ship that used to use them regularly- Trinity. After seeing first hand what Sapphire could do in unarmed combat, Morpheus sorely believed that put any weapon in her hand and she'd be unstoppable. The amount of training she must have done to fight the way she did, it was useless to think that she hadn't been given the same training with the use of guns, knives, and probably anything that lies close to hand.

She armed herself and turned round to face him. He noticed this and straitened up, waiting for her to speak. After a slight pause to study the details of her boots, she did.

"Look, about the sparring program, I'm really sorry. I was just trying to do what you said; I got a little frustrated before hand… I didn't mean to attack you like that." She said softly, barely looking him in the face. She was ashamed.

Morpheus sighed. "You don't need to apologise. You did only what I asked. I shouldn't have ordered you to do it in the first place, I got carried away."

"Then why did you allow me to carry on? I would have stopped if you wanted." Sapphire asked, slightly depressed.

"No. I knew what Niobe told me, about your skills, and I guess I was keen to see them first hand. I needed to see what you were capable of. I've also never had a crewmember ask to see the Oracle only three days after unplugging. I should have already known that you could handle yourself in the Matrix." He added with a slight chuckle.

She looked up at him properly then, her defences momentarily slipping, showing her full gratitude at his words.

"Thanks." She said finally, and her face lit up with a slight smile. Morpheus really couldn't blame her. He was glad that even through her extensive training, she hadn't been turned into an emotionless fighting or killing machine. She had kept her humanity, and that was the thing that mattered most. Without that, she might as well have been a machine.

"I was just wondering, though. Before we went in, you told me you would hold back. I think you still did, even though you gave me quite a workout. Just how much did you hold back?" Morpheus said, intrigued.

Sapphire's little smile instantly became a wider, more knowing one, and she seemed to glow with hidden pride. It radiated off her, giving Morpheus his answer. Obviously quite a bit.

They were then loaded up into the matrix, smile and all. Sapphire's expression changed yet again from the sly and knowing smile to a more excited and eager one. It then faded all together as the Composed Trinity LookTM covered it. She recognised instantly where she was, as it was only across the street from the Oracle's apartment. It was the closest exit there, so it was the most frequent one used by the rebels to visit the old lady.

They moved quickly and swiftly from the room; it seemed that after having to wait for Rabbit to pluck up the courage to jack in, Morpheus had had enough with being in the room longer than he needed. Moving with meaning and purpose, they crossed the street and entered the old and worn apartment block. They were almost running by the time they got to the elevator, and the ride inside it was nothing short of painful. When they were freed, Sapphire marched with purpose towards the Oracle's door, leaving Morpheus a few paced behind her. To his surprise, she grasped the knob and twisted, letting herself in before anyone had the chance to open it for them. It was the first time that Morpheus had seen the door opened from the outside; either a priestess or Seraph had always opened it from within. Sapphire held the door open for him before moving towards the kitchen, passing Seraph who had just come into the hall with a very confused expression on his face.

"Sorry!" Sapphire whispered with a smile as they passed him, the program returning the smile before walking down to the door they had just entered through. A faint jungle of keys could be heard as Sapphire and Morpheus walked on, succeeded by the scrape of a lock being opened.

Sapphire and Morpheus walked into the kitchen, seeing the Oracle in her usual place, perched up in front of the oven. She looked the same as she always did, staring into the depths of that oven as if it held the secret of the future. Possibly it did.

She looked back at them for a second to see who it was before turning back to oven again. "Sorry, kids. I only just put them in." She turned again to face them properly. "I wasn't expecting you for a little while yet. Huh, isn't that funny? You're only the second person to have ever done that. The first was eighteen years ago." She sighed. "It was the last time I saw your father before he ended the war. Sati hadn't even finished mixing the batter." Her face glowed in that unique way of hers, as she gave an apologetic smile to Sapphire. Morpheus stood aghast at what she said to the girl.

"Well, Sapphire, dear. It's nice to see you again. How's life in the real world treating you?"

"Um, okay, I guess. It's not been too bad, which is good."

"Had the odd surprise here and there I imagine…" The Oracle said with a knowing smile.

Sapphire gave her an exasperated sigh.

"Why don't you go back into the living room whilst I talk to Morpheus, Little One. Go on, they're here. Seraph just got them, and they're anxious to hear your news." The Oracle said, the smile on her face widening as she watched the girl's reaction. Morpheus looked on puzzled as Sapphire's eyes suddenly glowed with anticipation, and she seemed to grow a couple of inches in height in the space of a few short seconds. Her whole face was filled with hope and excitement before she dashed back out of the kitchen, narrowly missing several breakable items, one of which he had to catch so it didn't break.

Morpheus placed the vase in his hands back on top of the table, moving closer to the doorway to watch Sapphire. He could clearly hear her shout "Mum! Dad!" and saw her run into the arms of two tall figures in black. He tried to look closer at the figures, just spotting a third one that was obviously Seraph, when a large obstacle blocked his view. He looked up to see it was the Oracle that had moved in front of him.

"Sorry, Morpheus. This is something for only her, I'm afraid. Just let her be. She hides many secrets, and this is just one more thing that you simply can't be privy to." She said in a light, yet commanding voice as she moved back to her seat in front of the oven.

"Of course, Oracle." Morpheus muttered, looking backwards now the doorway was clear again, but seeing nothing. The only thing he could see in the room was Seraph, who was closing the front door. He couldn't hear any sounds except for the program's quiet feet as he walked back, giving him the suspicion that Sapphire had probably left, along with the two figures. Who the figures were, he couldn't fathom. She had called them 'Mum' and 'Dad', yet he knew it must be impossible. He tried to think about the facts, but everything just got so confused.

The Oracle looked at him with an exasperated sigh, and shook her head. "Morpheus, what did I tell you last time you were here? Don't try to figure it out; you won't understand it yet, but you will do, possibly, in the future." She said.

The Oracle then went on to tell Morpheus about various, seemingly unimportant things. After a few minutes, the Oracle stopped and looked out down the hall, a frown covering her features as she moved her head sideways for a better view. She returned to her normal position, and turned to look at Morpheus again.

"I'm afraid Sapphire might not be back for a while. It seems you'll have to go alone, but don't worry. I'll make sure to send her back to you before too long. Either later today, or tomorrow morning, I know you are planning to head back to Zion for a couple of days for the celebrations, so I wont delay that."

Morpheus, his head completely cluttered and confused, not to mention surprised that she knew about that, just blankly nodded. The Oracle gestured to a plate of sweets on the table, which he took one from, and then said goodbye.

"Just make sure to be back here in the main park for dawn of Remembrance Day!" She called out to him in a stern voice as he walked out of the kitchen. She chuckled to herself as he disappeared from sight, and helped herself to a sweet. Seraph entered the kitchen, and looked at the old lady. She popped another sweet into her mouth and asked, "how did it go?"

After a moment, Seraph answered. "Just like you said it would. Though, you should consider extending the time you said to get her back." He received a raised eyebrow. "I doubt she will be leaving them of her own free will. When I left them, they were so excited, I could swear that their programming had been rewritten to that of a child " Seraph said, smile on his lips.

The Oracle smiled widely at the image of Trinity acting like a child.

"Yes, well. Neo and Trinity need some good news once in a while." She said. Seraph bowed, and left the room, smile still evident on his face. The Oracle chuckled once more, and took the tray of cookies out of the oven.