Title: Everything
Pairing: Neo/Trinity
Genre: Fluff-ish?
Rating: PG
Word count: 512
Summary: He was everything to her.
Author's Note: Prompted by![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
zionangel at the drabble meme on my personal journal. This... sort of turned out to be more than a drabble, so I thought I'd put it over here. Might be subjected to further edits.
He had come into her life subtly, unannounced. What it might mean for her was nothing that she considered when she was first assigned to watch him. It hadn’t occurred to her that maybe this one was special, that the Oracle’s words might at last come to fruition. It didn’t concern her. It didn’t matter. She had a hard time believing in that bullshit, anyway.
It didn’t occur to her that something had changed when her shifts became longer, her attention became more rapt, her fascination grew exponentially with each passing moment. Her secret addiction, pulling her back to the monitor day after day, blue eyes flooded with endless streams of green code. It meant nothing. No precedence had been overcome. Keep lying to yourself, Trinity.
After months of cat and mouse, of cryptic messages and near misses, they finally met. She had been overcome then, overcome with something she didn’t understand and didn’t quite know how to deal with. But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t real, nothing in the Matrix was real. She shrugged it off, as had become common practice for her over the years, an efficient mechanism to keep one’s mind straight in this life.
They had unplugged him shortly after that fateful encounter in the nightclub. Throughout his rehabilitation, she was always there, watching out for him, caring for him, barely leaving his bedside. But this meant nothing. She was merely concerned for his well being, doing her best to ensure that he would survive the process. He was older than most of the minds they freed, and required more monitoring than usual. Yes. She was perfectly justified. No one questioned her. She didn’t question herself.
He was becoming acclimated to his new life. Their days were peppered with innocent encounters. As time passed, these events became more and more frequent. Continued awkward conversations. Gazes that lasted for moments too long. These meant nothing. She maintained this staunchly, internally rationalizing to the depths. The growing feelings, the unavoidable flutter in her heart and the uncharacteristic nervousness she experienced whenever he walked into the room made no sense, and therefore held no place in her orderly, rational, detail-oriented world. She buried them, avoided them, as had become her standard defense mechanism.
Things changed swiftly, suddenly when Cypher had decided to betray them all. She stood in her shock and anger, her hatred of that bastard and all of the things that he had done, too paralyzed to do anything but follow his perverse instructions. Not Neo. Please, not Neo, her thoughts desperately raced. She held his gaze, locked into his brown eyes as she had done many times before but wouldn’t dare to admit to. With his life hanging in the balance by dastardly hands, the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. He was everything to her. She loved him with everything she had, more than she had ever possibly believed herself capable. And at that moment, time seemed to stop as the implications of that revelation began to take root. Nothing else meant anything at all.
Pairing: Neo/Trinity
Genre: Fluff-ish?
Rating: PG
Word count: 512
Summary: He was everything to her.
Author's Note: Prompted by
zionangel at the drabble meme on my personal journal. This... sort of turned out to be more than a drabble, so I thought I'd put it over here. Might be subjected to further edits.He had come into her life subtly, unannounced. What it might mean for her was nothing that she considered when she was first assigned to watch him. It hadn’t occurred to her that maybe this one was special, that the Oracle’s words might at last come to fruition. It didn’t concern her. It didn’t matter. She had a hard time believing in that bullshit, anyway.
It didn’t occur to her that something had changed when her shifts became longer, her attention became more rapt, her fascination grew exponentially with each passing moment. Her secret addiction, pulling her back to the monitor day after day, blue eyes flooded with endless streams of green code. It meant nothing. No precedence had been overcome. Keep lying to yourself, Trinity.
After months of cat and mouse, of cryptic messages and near misses, they finally met. She had been overcome then, overcome with something she didn’t understand and didn’t quite know how to deal with. But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t real, nothing in the Matrix was real. She shrugged it off, as had become common practice for her over the years, an efficient mechanism to keep one’s mind straight in this life.
They had unplugged him shortly after that fateful encounter in the nightclub. Throughout his rehabilitation, she was always there, watching out for him, caring for him, barely leaving his bedside. But this meant nothing. She was merely concerned for his well being, doing her best to ensure that he would survive the process. He was older than most of the minds they freed, and required more monitoring than usual. Yes. She was perfectly justified. No one questioned her. She didn’t question herself.
He was becoming acclimated to his new life. Their days were peppered with innocent encounters. As time passed, these events became more and more frequent. Continued awkward conversations. Gazes that lasted for moments too long. These meant nothing. She maintained this staunchly, internally rationalizing to the depths. The growing feelings, the unavoidable flutter in her heart and the uncharacteristic nervousness she experienced whenever he walked into the room made no sense, and therefore held no place in her orderly, rational, detail-oriented world. She buried them, avoided them, as had become her standard defense mechanism.
Things changed swiftly, suddenly when Cypher had decided to betray them all. She stood in her shock and anger, her hatred of that bastard and all of the things that he had done, too paralyzed to do anything but follow his perverse instructions. Not Neo. Please, not Neo, her thoughts desperately raced. She held his gaze, locked into his brown eyes as she had done many times before but wouldn’t dare to admit to. With his life hanging in the balance by dastardly hands, the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. He was everything to her. She loved him with everything she had, more than she had ever possibly believed herself capable. And at that moment, time seemed to stop as the implications of that revelation began to take root. Nothing else meant anything at all.