You Can't Tell

"See anything?" Squishy yells.

"Junk! Junk! Oh, and Junk!" Shadow yells.

"I found something!" Glitch yells, pulling it out. "I think it'll fit in the TV!"

"Good, come on, we're going to be late!" Shadow yells.

They're at the junk yard close to the apartment. They come there now and then to look for stuff to give to Smith, he seems very pleased. Shadow starts to run ahead of them, stumbling on her coat.

"Wait, this thing is heavy!" Glitch yells, dragging whatever it is.

"Come on!" Shadow whines.

"Glitch, give it to me." Squishy grabs it. "This isn't heavy!"

"I know!"

Then Glitch starts running, and leaves Squishy with it, laughing. Shadow and Glitch start running and leaving Squishy behind. It's about two blocks to the apartment, they've dubbed "The Source." Two blocks from Smith. Just two blocks.

And the people watch as the two kids run by, as if they really need to hurry, and the one in the trench coat. And then they see the third one, carrying something. Such a strange sight, kids these days.

"Guys, wait up!" Squishy yells.

"Quick run faster!" Shadow says.

"Aw come on!"

Run through the crowds. Keep running in their black clothes, like they're rebels already, like they've fought in the war, as if they make a difference. Run through the crowds, of people in suits, going to work, not imitating Agents. Run through them, push the aside, and keep running. Run as if you're running for your life, run like an Agent is running after you. Run, just like in Shadow's stories.

Run like you're about to fly.

Then just keep flying.

Shadow laughed.

"You guys are slow!"

Then she started running faster, towards Smith. Run into the building, through the door that isn't there, go down the stairs to the basement. Shadow jumped the last few stairs, and started panting.

And she saw Smith, lounging on his red couch, watching TV!

"You fixed it..." Shadow said.

"Indeed I did." Smith smiled at himself.

Shadow stared at it for a moment, then Glitch came in, and she pointed at the working TV.

"Great..." Glitch mumbled.

Then Squishy came panting, and dropping whatever Glitch though would help the TV, and saw it was working.

"Aw, God dammit!" Squishy yelled.

"What? I fixed it!" Smith said.

"Never mind." Squishy sat down next to him.

"I've been watching it all day. Very fascinating, broadcasts from the Real World. They would need machine help to do that." Smith studies.

"This is boring! Let's watch MTV!" Glitch yelled.

"Everything is boring to you!" Squishy pushed him.

"No! Go to that movie premiere station!" Shadow yelled lunging for Smith and the remote.

"I fixed it, my TV!" Smith yelled, holding up the remote out of the reach of the little children.

"But, Smith!" Shadow whined.

"No! I want to see a Sentinel for the first time in 56 years!" Smith declared.

And of course this task would only be fulfilled by watching the news. Smith was excited to see the machines outside, the machines that made him, the machines that made this world, the machines that turned their backs on him, and tried to kill him.

"But Smith, you don't get it!" Shadow said, jumping for the remote.

"Enlighten me, little girl." Smith smirked.

Shadow stopped jumping, and gave Smith a smut look.

"They're going to make a movie with you!" Shadow pointed at him.

They all stopped.

"Me?" Smith asked.

"Yeah! About the war, about Neo. Like a kick ass documentary." Shadow said.

"Why didn't you tell us that before!?" Squishy yelled.

"It was supposed to be a surprise!" Shadow said.

"Wait, a movie, with me?" Smith looked at her. "That's like having a movie with Hitler as the star!"

Shadow smiled.

"You're much nicer than Hitler." She said.

"Still." Smith looked away.

"Whose going to be Smith?" Glitch asked.

"Some guy, named Hugo Weaving. He's Australian." Shadow said, sitting down, casually.

"Who?"

"Uh...that guy...in Lord of the Rings! The elf lord...guy...red dress thing...tiara." Shadow tried to explain.

"Elrond! He's so cool!" Squishy said.

"You geek, I can't believe you've read those books." Glitch said.

"Hey, they're really cool!" Squishy said.

"Then why did I fall asleep reading one?" Glitch smiled.

"The person playing me, is an elf lord?" Smith asked, rather sadly.

"And a gay cross dresser!" Shadow smiled. "But that was a good movie. He's got kids and stuff though."

Smith sighed, and started shaking his head. What had his reign of destruction come to? He ruled the entire Matrix for one night. And now, this.

"Whose going to be my Mr. Anderson?" Smith mumbled, "Not that I really want to know..."

"Keanu Reeves." Shadow smiled.

"You mean the 'Speed' guy?" Squishy asked.

"Yeah."

"He doesn't look like Neo!" Glitch yelled.

"No, Gino! The guy from the first 'Speed!' The sequels they got that crappy guy." Squishy yelled him.

"Hugo Weaving, and Keanu Reeves...Hm... Mr. Weaving...Mr. Reeves, it is a pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance." Smith played with their names.

"Hugo looks a lot like you, though Smith. You know he just needs to cut his hair, and comb it. Maybe he's a surviving copy! With kids! Smith you have kids!" Shadow said.

"And how do you know this, little Shadow?" Smith looked at her.

"Because I stay up til' 2 am on the internet." She smiled.

"You know that's unhealthy, humans need a balance within their lives to keep stable." Smith told her.

"Uh-huh."

Shadow sat next to Smith, while rustling in her back pack. Smith watched her, while Squishy was trying to get the courage to ask Smith the question. Not a question, the question.

"Mr. Weaving, as you can see, I've been keeping an eye on you..." Smith smiled.

"Why Mr. Weaving? Why, why? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep acting! Is it for money, or fame, or could it be for ego?" Shadow laughed.

Smith smiled, and pushed the little Shadow.

"Oh, the Irony, I won't be getting any money for this." Smith said.

"What do you need money for? You don't eat or anything." Squishy said.

"Doesn't mean I don't want my Audi back. My nice, sleek, black Audi." Smith frowned, missing his ride.

"Smith on the road, watch your ass." Glitch said, dramatically.

"Rollin' rollin' rollin'!" Squishy laughed.

Smith laughed, as Shadow rustled through her back pack. Then she jumped, and grabbed Smith's leg, and pulled up his pants.

"What are you doing!?" Smith yelled, getting up, with her still on his leg.

"They're black!" Shadow yelled.

"Excuse me?" Smith asked.

"We had a little convertsation about your socks." Glitch said.

"Among other things." Shadow looked at Squishy.

"You could have just asked." Smith said.

"But this is more fun!" Shadow said, gripping his leg. "Nice shoes." She said too. "Hm, come to think of it, we haven't seen you without that jacket on."

"Yes you have!" Smith yelled.

"I mean, like a short sleeved shirt!"

Smith stared at her for a moment.

"Get of my leg..." He told her.

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"Mr. Weaving..." Shadow said, grabbing a book. "Here you go, Smithie, Brown's book. Told you I'd get it for you."

Smith grabbed the book rather gently. The first thing Smith noticed was it was a rather thick book. Probably filled with small details, and things that would have otherwise gone unnoticed. Brown always did that. He saw so much in what didn't need to be seen.

"Suits," was the title with three men in suits, without their facing shown as the cover.

It made Smith smile.

"Brown, you little creative bastard." Smith laughed.

"I shall follow in his footsteps!" Shadow declared.

"And I will follow you, following in his footsteps!" Squishy declared.

"And I will be over there, pretending I don't know you people!" Glitch declared.

Squishy returned the comment with a hit.

Smith ignored the little children for a moment, flipping through Brown's book.

"He's got a chapter on you, you know." Shadow said, leaning towards Smith.

"One for you, and one for Jones, one for the other three Agents too." Glitch told him.

"Really?" Smith looked up.

"Poor Brownie, he's as Angsty as you." Shadow frowned.

"I know..." Smith said.

Smith opened up to prologue briefly.

"My name is Agent Brown, I have done horrible things, and seen horrible things. I have done things I was never meant to do. For instance, don't call me Agent Brown, my name is,"

"John!"

Smith stopped reading, and looked up.

"John, it's not how it looks!" Shadow yelled at him.

"Get out, John!" Squishy yelled.

"Oh god!" was all Glitch could say.

"No..." Smith whispered.

And there stood a boy, named John Andrews. In all his black clothes, brown eyes, and blacked spiked hair. A boy that had seen too much, and knew too much for his own good. A boy that was staring at Smith, with anger, fear, and hatred.

It was then John made a fist.

Shadow ran to John, right in front of him, blocking his view from Smith. She looked at him, pleading him not to scream, not to say anything.

"John, it's different! It's different!" Shadow yelled.

Smith stood up, and lowered his head, and he looked like an Agent all over again. And he stared at the boy, this Mr. Andrews, and Mr. Andrews stared at him.

"Shadow...That's Agent Smith." John looked at her, and backed away to the wall, his fists raised.

"John, you don't understand. It's different! He's changed!" Shadow said.

"He's Agent Smith!" John yelled.

"We found him here, John! He couldn't even get up! He didn't remember a thing! He's different now!" Shadow tried to explain.

Squishy and Glitch stood by Smith, as Smith stared at the boy.

"That doesn't change the fact, he's Agent Smith, and he was going to kill us all!" John yelled.

Shadow started to tear up.

What if he screamed? What if he yelled, and ran away. Told his parents, told the police, the news. It'd be in the Real World by that night. Agents would come for him. He'd be dead before they could think.

She pushed John into the wall, grabbing onto his shoulder.

John Andrews followed them there, to this place where they hid Smith.

"You can't tell! You can't tell, John!" Shadow yelled.

"Shadow..." John looked away.

"John, look at me! They'll kill him! They'll kill him!"

"He's Smith, he's supposed to be dead!"

"It's different now! I swear to God it's different now! You can't tell, John!"

John looked over at Smith, who now stood and stared just as an Agent would. Except Smith was now pushing Squishy and Glitch behind him, as if protecting the two of them. Smith looked down at the two of them, and looked as if he was saying "It'll be okay."

John looked at Shadow, the little Agent lover, now crying for this Agent Smith. Agent Smith, the mass villain. Agent Smith, the protector of three little kids like him.

John stared at Smith, with those blue eyes, realizing he didn't have his glasses on.

"Be careful." Was all John said.

"You can't tell!" Shadow still yelled.

"I won't. I'm going to go now."

"Thank you, John." Smith said.

John looked over at Smith, and turned, hatred still in his eyes.

He left like that, silently. Shadow looked over at Smith, wiping her tears.

"I don't like him." Smith said.

"He's not going to tell..." Glitch said.

"No, it's different...I just don't like him." Smith said.

Smith looked away, something about that kid, something...familiar.

"You should go." Smith told them.

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The bell ran, it was time sixth period. John was putting his books in his locker, he hadn't seen Shadow all day, he'd been avoiding her really. He closed his locker door, and saw her right there.

"You can't tell anyone." Shadow looked at him, sadly.

"I won't." John said, and walked away.

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Next Chapter: Sleep Over

Have no fear my friends! Smith, Jones and Brown will meet together soon enough! Among other Agents, and friends...

FYI: Smith's socks are black, if you look in the Burely Brawl in Reloaded, there's a bunch of Smiths bending down or something to reveal that.