a/n: woo whoo! i got the 4 reviews in two days! yeah! ne ways i just finished this so enjoy!

btw: thank you for those who reviewed!

Selina Enriquez- those pics are awesome and thank you for all the wonderful reviews last time as well that i never got to you about!

Thesseli- Hope this is good enough!!!

Delano- you know you love me... and you will never live down not finding those tissues...

qtmangachick- well this shall satisfy the cliffhanger hangover disease (can you tell i made that name up as i went?) I promise it won't happen again!

now... on to the story!!!!...

I moan, but try to do it quietly. It's a human trait I never could get rid of, the one thing that really rubbed off on me all those years. But I don't open my eyes, because there are voices.

"You were right, Morpheus, it could be done," the voice is so familiar.

"I told you not to worry, Neo," the said Morpheus replies.

'Wait! Neo! That's what they called Mr. Anderson.' The thought hits hard and I growl inwardly.

"But bringing him to the real world! It's unheard of," Mr. Anderson responds.

My eyes shoot open without me knowing it. They're hovering near me, but they don't notice I'm awake. I look around and see that I'm hooked up to some machine. It looks like the machines that you see at hospitals for people in critical condition. They want me alive, for some reason.

I see them look at me and they both look relieved.

"What's going on?" my voice is still commanding, but it's raspy, like it hasn't been used in a long time.

"We brought you here. We saved you," yes Morpheus, but why?

"How long have I been like this?" the one thing I must know, I can feel myself slipping away again.

"About a week..." he kept talking, but I didn't hear any of it.

0o0o0o0o0

Again I find myself waking up, but this time I see Morpheus, Neo, Niobe, and someone else, probably the opperator I've seen them call so much. They're talking about me.

"Morpheus, how could you? He's a killer and you know it!" Niobe yells about me, and she has every right, I know how many of her friends I must have killed.

Morpheus looks over and sees I'm awake, but acts like I'm not there, "Because, we need him, you know that he could help us more than anyone else to shut down the Matrix."

"But why him?" she yells. I close my eyes in a wince as she does. There's something about the hate in her voice that shakes me. Especially now that I am dependant on these humans to keep me alive.

"You'll see."

Such a simple answer. They think that I would help them! But I'm sure they could find a way. Threaten to kill me, but I actually deserve that, or maybe there will just be torture involved.

She storms out and so does the one I don't know. I guess I'll learn who he is soon enough.

Without turning to me Morpheus speaks, "You must excuse her, I've kept this a secret between my crew and myself until now."

I reopen my eyes and see that he's smiling. I nod and Mr. Anderson turns to see me and glares. But I don't blame him.

"How are you feeling?" Morpheus looks at me.

"Like I was torn apart and put back together," I answer in a harsh tone.

"That's not far from the truth. In the process you have to be brought into the real world bit by bit until you form a whole again."

"Why?" I whisper.

"What?" Mr. Anderson hisses at me.

"Why did you do this?" I yell.

They just stare. Do they not want to let me know why I must be faced with demons of my past? Do they care that I don't know what's going on?

"Because, we need someone who knows the Matrix..." Mr. Anderson's voice trails off.

"Why Mr. Anderson?" and then that line breaks me. I realize now that I used that line so much the night I, is the word died? I think about the events, and I can't stand my own body. I learned to refuse the thoughts when I was alone, but now Mr. Anderson is right in front of me.

He glares, but then realizes the line hurt me as much as him and answers, "It all started that night. We were both deleted, but Morpheus found me. They kept you more hidden, to the extent that you were to never be found again. When I came back Morpeus," who has left me and Mr. Anderson alone, "told me that while the war was over, the people inside the Matrix still were trapped and being used to power the machines. And while the process was being done, Zion's rebuilding I mean, people were being freed less and less. To get them out we need more than just a single person a month we need someone from the inside. And that's where you enter. You can help us Smith."

"Why? Why free them all?" his gaze turned icy cold and he remained silent.

"What? You would free them all? The ones that are sick, the ones that are old, the ones that really WANT to stay?" when realization hit his gaze softened slightly.

"No, but we do need to get those who want out, out."

I try to readjust how I'm laying to see more of where I am, but I'm stopped by some tubes that are connected to me.

Mr. Anderson walks over and pulls a few needles out of my arms. I rub the spots where they were, not because it hurt, I just didn't like the feeling. It was really feeling.

His voice is reluctant, but Mr. Anderson responds, "sorry."

"It didn't hurt." His confused look allows me to continue in one word, "feeling."

He walks to my ankles and starts to unlock the holds, but one of them is stuck. He gives up trying to unlock it and breaks it off.

Apparently to clear things up he turns and warns me, "Now I know I have my powers at full force, and you will eventually as well. Right now you are still regaining it, but when the time comes, if you put one foot out of place I will make sure you know you have.

Keep me in line? Is that what he's trying to do? He tears me from a place where I can actually find some peace and then expects me to believe that it'll be easy to transition, to stay in line? What can I do, though? Here, he holds the power... for now.

a/n... crap! another cliff hanger like ending! i thought i told myself not to do that! o well! live with it! :D you know i love y'all. Please r and r!!!!!!!