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Title: Encounter
Character(s): Trinity, Neo
Pairing: Neo/Trinity
Genre: Missing moment
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,121
Summary: Trinity and Neo's first meeting in the nightclub, from Trinity's POV
Disclaimer: Not mine
She spots him almost immediately. He tries to be inconspicuous, leaning against a wall, watching the happenings from afar, strategically removed from the booming speakers and flashing lights. She’s been watching his code for months, with more care than she’s ever given a potential. The guardian angel he never even dreamed he could have, hidden behind the looking glass.
She watches him for a moment before breathing deeply and moving closer, taking the first plunge into these uncharted waters. He somehow senses her approach, turning his head in her direction before she can even make a sound. They lock eyes. An electric shock jolts through her system. She’s overcome by the power of it, of seeing him for the first time, the realization that the enigma of code that fascinated her for so long exists as a living, breathing human being. But most of all, she’s captivated by the force that keeps her ice blue eyes connected to his warm brown ones. The connection is intoxicating, like nothing she has ever felt in her life. She knows that the moment is brief, fleeting, but it feels like forever. And she never wants it to end.
You have to focus, Trinity. Her captain’s earlier words drift to the forefront of her mind. Focus. Yes. There is a mission to be completed, an objective to this meeting. Something she can’t afford to lose sight of, especially considering the risks that were taken to make it happen. She chides herself for being stupid, for letting emotions momentarily overtake her. She needs to speak, but her throat has become dry and constricted, words failing her when she needed them most. After what seems an eternity of limbo, she breaks the silence.
“Hello, Neo.”
He stares at her with wide eyes, accentuating a childlike innocence about him. Oh god, those eyes, she could easily lose herself in those eyes. So warm, so expressive, so uniquely him. “How do you know that name?” He sounds cautious, guarded.
She tries to remain collected. He has a way of making her uncharacteristically nervous by merely a simple glance. “I know a lot about you.” She does. More than he will ever know. But she cannot remain anonymous with him any longer, not if he is to trust her. Crucial to the mission. Crucial for her. She commands herself to find her voice again. Now is not the time to act like a schoolgirl with a stupid crush. “My name is Trinity.”
“Trinity…” he repeats the name. Then a spark of recognition flashes over his eyes. “The Trinity? That cracked the IRS d-base?”
A small smile forms on her lips before she can control it. “That was a long time ago.” An intense pride momentarily takes a hold of her. He knows her name. She’s an adult, a professional, but she can’t stop herself from feeling like a teenage girl all over again.
He is visibly shocked. Confusion is adorably etched on his face. “Jesus.”
“What?”
He is visibly embarrassed. His demeanor completely changes, taking the appearance of a five-year-old child who just got caught stealing from the cookie jar. “I just thought… um… that you were a guy.” It takes a herculean effort for him to stammer these words out. And from the way he winces, she can tell he instantly regrets doing so.
She smirks, amused despite herself. Typical. “Most guys do.”
Realization dawns on him. He’s beginning to put two and two together. “That was you on my computer. How did you do that?” Bingo. His impressive history hasn’t failed them yet.
She must answer him evenly before she allows her emotions to get the better of her again. Soldiers keep cool heads in every situation. She cannot allow herself to be distracted. “Right now, all I can tell you is that you’re in danger. I brought you here to warn you.” Collecting herself once again, inaudibly clearing her throat, she elaborates. “They’re watching you, Neo.”
“Who is?”
“Please, just listen.” She finds herself almost pleading with him. Music blares so loudly around them that they can barely hear one another. The only way to be heard is to move closer, closer than they are now. Their bodies are practically pressed together now, melting away from the crowd. His proximity nearly makes her forget to breathe. The feeling of his body next to hers sends a chill down her spine, and makes her feel more alive than she has in years. Just being near him has a distorting effect on her thoughts. She wonders what his lips would taste like, feel like. She would love to do nothing more than to find out. No. She has to remember what she came here for. Emotion is a distraction, a weakness.
The only way to be heard is to speak into his ear. Leaning into him, trying to suppress her increasing impulses, she whispers. “I know why you’re here, Neo. I know what you’ve been doing. I know why you barely sleep, why you live alone, and why night after night you sit at your computer.” She pauses momentarily. “You’re looking for him. I know because I was once looking for the same thing, and when he found me, he told me I wasn’t really looking for him; I was looking for an answer.”
Everything about him is intoxicating, making her lose focus beyond her control. She has to gather her thoughts. She can’t blow this. Morpheus believes there is something special about him. A part of her can’t help but agree. “It’s the question that drives us, Neo. It’s the question that brought you here. You know the question, just as I did.”
His confusion transforms into an understanding, a fire igniting in his soft brown eyes that captivates her to no end. “What is the Matrix?” It is barely a whisper, but it is the most crucial question that he could have asked. It is a guarantee. This potential is worth pursuing, despite his age. There is much work to be done, and it needs to be done fast. She can’t linger for much longer.
“The answer is out there, Neo. It’s looking for you. And it will find you, if you want it to.” She moves to pry herself away from him, to return to her own duties in a world far from his. But she allows herself one last indulgence, one last glance into his captivating eyes. Their faces are merely inches apart, their lips could easily meet. And she would love nothing more than to give into the sweet, overwhelming temptation. But she resists. Not here, Neo. Not now. This is not real. It needs to be real.
She turns her head and leaves.
Character(s): Trinity, Neo
Pairing: Neo/Trinity
Genre: Missing moment
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,121
Summary: Trinity and Neo's first meeting in the nightclub, from Trinity's POV
Disclaimer: Not mine
She spots him almost immediately. He tries to be inconspicuous, leaning against a wall, watching the happenings from afar, strategically removed from the booming speakers and flashing lights. She’s been watching his code for months, with more care than she’s ever given a potential. The guardian angel he never even dreamed he could have, hidden behind the looking glass.
She watches him for a moment before breathing deeply and moving closer, taking the first plunge into these uncharted waters. He somehow senses her approach, turning his head in her direction before she can even make a sound. They lock eyes. An electric shock jolts through her system. She’s overcome by the power of it, of seeing him for the first time, the realization that the enigma of code that fascinated her for so long exists as a living, breathing human being. But most of all, she’s captivated by the force that keeps her ice blue eyes connected to his warm brown ones. The connection is intoxicating, like nothing she has ever felt in her life. She knows that the moment is brief, fleeting, but it feels like forever. And she never wants it to end.
You have to focus, Trinity. Her captain’s earlier words drift to the forefront of her mind. Focus. Yes. There is a mission to be completed, an objective to this meeting. Something she can’t afford to lose sight of, especially considering the risks that were taken to make it happen. She chides herself for being stupid, for letting emotions momentarily overtake her. She needs to speak, but her throat has become dry and constricted, words failing her when she needed them most. After what seems an eternity of limbo, she breaks the silence.
“Hello, Neo.”
He stares at her with wide eyes, accentuating a childlike innocence about him. Oh god, those eyes, she could easily lose herself in those eyes. So warm, so expressive, so uniquely him. “How do you know that name?” He sounds cautious, guarded.
She tries to remain collected. He has a way of making her uncharacteristically nervous by merely a simple glance. “I know a lot about you.” She does. More than he will ever know. But she cannot remain anonymous with him any longer, not if he is to trust her. Crucial to the mission. Crucial for her. She commands herself to find her voice again. Now is not the time to act like a schoolgirl with a stupid crush. “My name is Trinity.”
“Trinity…” he repeats the name. Then a spark of recognition flashes over his eyes. “The Trinity? That cracked the IRS d-base?”
A small smile forms on her lips before she can control it. “That was a long time ago.” An intense pride momentarily takes a hold of her. He knows her name. She’s an adult, a professional, but she can’t stop herself from feeling like a teenage girl all over again.
He is visibly shocked. Confusion is adorably etched on his face. “Jesus.”
“What?”
He is visibly embarrassed. His demeanor completely changes, taking the appearance of a five-year-old child who just got caught stealing from the cookie jar. “I just thought… um… that you were a guy.” It takes a herculean effort for him to stammer these words out. And from the way he winces, she can tell he instantly regrets doing so.
She smirks, amused despite herself. Typical. “Most guys do.”
Realization dawns on him. He’s beginning to put two and two together. “That was you on my computer. How did you do that?” Bingo. His impressive history hasn’t failed them yet.
She must answer him evenly before she allows her emotions to get the better of her again. Soldiers keep cool heads in every situation. She cannot allow herself to be distracted. “Right now, all I can tell you is that you’re in danger. I brought you here to warn you.” Collecting herself once again, inaudibly clearing her throat, she elaborates. “They’re watching you, Neo.”
“Who is?”
“Please, just listen.” She finds herself almost pleading with him. Music blares so loudly around them that they can barely hear one another. The only way to be heard is to move closer, closer than they are now. Their bodies are practically pressed together now, melting away from the crowd. His proximity nearly makes her forget to breathe. The feeling of his body next to hers sends a chill down her spine, and makes her feel more alive than she has in years. Just being near him has a distorting effect on her thoughts. She wonders what his lips would taste like, feel like. She would love to do nothing more than to find out. No. She has to remember what she came here for. Emotion is a distraction, a weakness.
The only way to be heard is to speak into his ear. Leaning into him, trying to suppress her increasing impulses, she whispers. “I know why you’re here, Neo. I know what you’ve been doing. I know why you barely sleep, why you live alone, and why night after night you sit at your computer.” She pauses momentarily. “You’re looking for him. I know because I was once looking for the same thing, and when he found me, he told me I wasn’t really looking for him; I was looking for an answer.”
Everything about him is intoxicating, making her lose focus beyond her control. She has to gather her thoughts. She can’t blow this. Morpheus believes there is something special about him. A part of her can’t help but agree. “It’s the question that drives us, Neo. It’s the question that brought you here. You know the question, just as I did.”
His confusion transforms into an understanding, a fire igniting in his soft brown eyes that captivates her to no end. “What is the Matrix?” It is barely a whisper, but it is the most crucial question that he could have asked. It is a guarantee. This potential is worth pursuing, despite his age. There is much work to be done, and it needs to be done fast. She can’t linger for much longer.
“The answer is out there, Neo. It’s looking for you. And it will find you, if you want it to.” She moves to pry herself away from him, to return to her own duties in a world far from his. But she allows herself one last indulgence, one last glance into his captivating eyes. Their faces are merely inches apart, their lips could easily meet. And she would love nothing more than to give into the sweet, overwhelming temptation. But she resists. Not here, Neo. Not now. This is not real. It needs to be real.
She turns her head and leaves.