AN: This is a little lighter than the stuff I usually write. I needed a break, and hell, it’s fun. Enjoy!
Zion
by
Centaur
She had always found visits to Zion to be a mixed blessing. Of course,
she welcomed the chance to get off the ship, to
stretch her
legs and breathe a little fresh air—as “fresh” as air could be in an enclosed
cavern miles beneath the earth’s
surface—but
it was during these visits that her sense of loss was at its greatest.
Having Tank around didn’t help things, either. Tank was an absolute
prince, a friend to all and a genuine asset to the
crew, but
in the final few days before every stay in Zion, he became unbearable.
He would start whistling to himself, laughing
giddily for
no particular reason, rising hideously early every morning and wearing
ridiculous smiles until he went to bed every
night.
When they docked, he would without fail be the first person out of the
hovercraft doors and into the arms of his waiting
parents, little
sister, and girlfriend. These were the times that she hated him.
He has it so damn easy, she would think,
all he
has to
do is sit in the ship and watch over a couple of fucking computer monitors
while the rest of us risk our asses
every day
in the Matrix. Then she would chastise herself, remembering that
he was cooped up in the ship twenty-four hours a
day.
While the rest of them at least were granted the illusion of space and
travel in the Matrix, he was completely confined. It
must be claustrophobic,
to always be in there, to never see anything but rusty metal or smell anything
but recirculated air for
weeks and
months on end.
Still, watching Tank leave with his family stung more than a little bit.
All the family she had had been left behind when
she took the
red pill so many years before. She hadn’t particularly liked them,
but if nothing else, they had provided her with a
loose sense
of attachment in a world that had otherwise rejected her. In Zion,
she was constantly bombarded with the sight of
children walking
their younger siblings to school, of mothers wiping speckles of food from
their children’s chins, of elderly
couples strolling
down Main street, and she was reminded of just how alone she was... the
only family she had was herself.
She usually made a point of disappearing as soon as she could after docking.
She would wait for Tank to leave with his
family, then
slip out and jog off in a different direction. It always threw her
off to run in the real world—she wasn’t used to
getting tired,
to feeling the ache in her calves and the weight in her lungs as her body
attempted to tell her that it was reaching its
limits.
She revelled in that feeling; it was what reminded her of the difference
between the Matrix and reality. It made her
remember what
it felt like to be human. There was a crag in the rock on the edge
of the city that she had reached, once, when
she had run
out of room to run so she decided to start climbing. It was high
enough off the ground to put her above the city, so
she could
watch over all that went on without actually having to be a part of it.
Since she’d found it, she spent almost all of her
time there.
This particular stay in Zion was a week long. As usual, Tank had
disappeared with his family on the first day. She
immediately
departed for her cliff without a word to Morpheus or even Neo. Very
late that night, when the city was asleep, she
crept back
to military headquarters and into her bed, careful not to wake the sleeper
who lay there already. The next morning,
she got up
early and left for the same place, before the city awoke. This was
her Zion routine. The cold impersonality of the
military quarters
was worse than staying on the Neb, and the crag, it seemed, was a place
that belonged to her.
The second day passed, and the morning of the third, and she spent every
waking moment on her cliff. If she lay on the
warm surface
of the rock and closed her eyes, she could almost imagine a blue sky above
her, and place herself in her favourite
park from
her childhood years before she was freed. She could pretend that
the park was real, here in the real world. For
what seemed
like an infinite amount of time, she lay there, daydreaming about better
places with her eyes closed against the
much uglier
reality.
She didn’t hear him approach, but when she felt his hand rest gently on
her stomach, she knew who it was without
opening her
eyes. The touch was so familiar, so comforting.
“How did you find me?”
“I haven’t seen you in three days, Trinity! I could feel you getting
into bed so late every night, but you always left in the
morning before
I woke up… so I followed you today.”
“Shit, Neo, how long have you been up here?”
“I don’t know, two hours, maybe.”
Her eyes sprung open at that. The fact that she hadn’t noticed him
didn’t bother her—rather, it was the fact that he had
been there
so long without saying anything.
“What were you doing?”
“Just watching you. You had the cutest little smile on your lips.”
He lifted a small package, “I brought you some food.
Figured you
probably hadn’t eaten much today.”
He was right. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until he mentioned
it. She took the proffered can of slop and
began to nibble
at it, her distaste for the stuff battling with her empty stomach.
She had turned to sit with her legs dangling off
the side of
the outcropping, looking out over the city. He came up to sit behind
her, positioning himself so that she sat between
his legs.
She rested her head comfortably against his chest.
“So, Neo, do you still like Zion?” It was only his second time in the city.
“Yeah. It’s so nice to see people living out normal lives… helps
me to remember what we’re fighting for.” He paused
for a second,
then added: “I have a hard time with the stares, though.”
She knew what he was talking about. That he was the One had not yet
been released, and it wouldn’t be until the end
of the war
was in sight. But the looks that all of the unplugged received from
the free-born were hard to cope with. The
free-born
saw the Matrix as some kind of punishment, and were in awe of those that
had somehow managed to escape it. They
didn’t understand
that it had been a life as real to most as was life in Zion. It was
more like an alternate reality than it was like a
prison.
The problem with it was that those forced to exist in it were denied the
right to actually live.
“Zion’s not your favourite place, is it.” His tone sounded more like a statement than a question.
“I like it well enough, but…” she paused, trying to choose her words correctly. “Doesn’t it make you feel alone?”
He didn’t answer her immediately, and she didn’t push him. Hopefully,
he felt more at home here than she did. A few
moments passed.
She continued her vigil over the city, holding his hand loosely in her
lap, oblivious to his preoccupied
expression
as he carefully considered her question. Finally, he broke the silence:
“Trinity… I need to tell you something.” His voice was all seriousness
as he dropped her hand and carefully slid away
from the rock’s
edge.
She turned to face him, disconcerted, unsure of why he had moved away from her. “What?”
“Come here.”
She crawled over and knelt in front of him, filled with a sense of foreboding
that stemmed from the abrupt edge to his
voice.
“What’s wrong, Neo?”
He didn’t answer her, which only served to exacerbate her concern.
Her eyes drifted up and met his just in time to
catch their
mischievous twinkle, and suddenly she found herself pinned flat on her
back with his lips firmly planted on her own.
She lost herself
in moments like this, her senses overwhelmed by the taste of him, the beautiful
way his tongue clashed with hers,
the fire she
felt as his hands slipped under her shirt to caress the skin at the small
of her back. With him, she could forget the
rest of the
world, forget Zion, forget the war, and just enjoy being a woman in the
arms of the man she loved. He was her
perfect drug,
and she was hopelessly addicted to him.
He released her lips and planted a trail of kisses from her ear down to
her throat before pulling away and stretching out
beside her.
For a while nobody said anything, the two contentedly staring off into
space and enjoying the mere presence of the
other.
Finally, she spoke:
“So… is that what you wanted to tell me?” A quiet laugh, then a pause.
“No.” The edge in his voice was still there, and she closed her eyes
in concern. Tension emanated from him, and she
could sense
that he wanted to say something important. She only hoped that it
was something she wanted to hear. Ever since
she had found
him, she’d been afraid to lose him the way she had lost everybody else
she’d loved. His hand stroked her cheek,
and for a
moment she trembled under his touch.
“Trinity, look at me, please.”
Slowly, her lids opened, and she was drowning in pools of brown that could
reach into the depths of her soul and heal
the wounds
that lay there. His eyes were magical, and in that moment they were
so full of passion that she knew what he was
going to say
before he even opened his mouth. He moved to speak, but she silenced
him with a finger across his lips, letting his
eyes communicate
for him. Their message found its way straight to her heart, and at
that moment, all she could do was embrace
him as its
meaning coursed through her entire self:
You are not alone anymore, Trinity. You will never, ever be alone
again.
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