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31_days' Fic: "Here We Are"
Another lovely Neo/Trin fic: I love writing this pair as much as I love writing a younger Merv/Perse...
Title: New to Zion
Day/Theme: September 1: Here we are
Series: The Matrix
Character/Pairing: Neo/Trinity
Rating: G
Note: Takes place just after the first movie.
Trinity led the way along the maze of passageways leading from the freight elevator to Zion's rabbit warren of apartments, hewn out of the living rock. Neo followed close at her heels; he'd wanted to carry her duffle-bag for her, but she had insisted she could handle it: he was still shaky after that hit he'd taken in the Matrix. As they walked along the catwalk past a row of other rooms, she glanced back to him; like any newcomer to Zion, he peered around him, taking in his new environment, which had to be almost completely alien to him. His gaze met hers: he'd clearly sensed her looking at him. A shy smile crossed his face and she felt the corners of her mouth quirk up.
"So this is home?" he asked.
"It's the only home base I've known since I unplugged thirteen years ago," she replied. "We're almost there."
She paused in front of one of the doors and took a key on a cord attached to a ring inside an outer pocket of her bag and unlocked the door. She pushed the door open, letting him enter first. "Here we are," she said.
"Looks cozy," he said, stepping through the door.
"Watch your step: the floor is lower than the door," she warned. Even as she said it, he stumbled a little, but didn't fall. She put her free hand out and caught him under the shoulder.
"I'm okay," he said, reassuring her, but he let her hand steady him as she stepped into the room, after him, her gaze meeting his as she set down her duffle and turned him toward her.
EDITED TO ADD: Got this in under the wire...
Title: Chatelaine
Day/Theme: September 1: Here we are
Series: The Matrix
Character/Pairing: Merovingian/Persephone
Rating: PG
They had to hurry before the gatekeepers found her, or before they traced his antiquated code, so different from the codestream that sustained them. Merovee led Persephone along the twisting alleys of the city, their footsteps almost deafening against the night-time stillness, he keeping his ears open to the sounds of approaching intruders, she trying not to look back.
"How much further have we to go?" she asked, keeping her voice low.
"Not many more steps, ma cher," he replied, pressing her hand in his, in reassurance. She tasted his strength in that touch and let it give her a sense of safety.
They came to the back door of what appeared to be a high-class restaraunt, on the ground floor of a high-rise hotel building. With a key on the ring in his coat pocker, Merovee unlocked the door.
"Here?" she asked, puzzled.
"Yes, this is but the gatehouse, concealing the entrance," he said. He pulled open the door and held it for her, letting her enter first. He stepped in after her and pulled the door shut behind them.
They entered the darkened kitchen, lit only by the dull red light from the "Exit" sign above them. He guided her past hard-edged shadows of tables and countertops and fixtures. Approaching the double doors to what she guessed was a closet, he let her hand go and took a key from a chain about his neck, under his shirt. His shadow moved across the doors as he unlocked them. The key clicked in the lock; code crackled as he accessed another sector.
A sliver of light cut through the shadows and widened as he pulled the doors open on a high-ceilinged Baroque entryway. Persephone looked up in awe at the plasterwork above, the crystal and gilt chandelier that lit the hallway, the marble-paneled walls and floor.
"Merovee, this is your dwelling?" she asked.
"Yes, it is: my castle in sore need of a chatelaine," he replied. He took her hands in his and led her over the threshold, into another life...
Title: New to Zion
Day/Theme: September 1: Here we are
Series: The Matrix
Character/Pairing: Neo/Trinity
Rating: G
Note: Takes place just after the first movie.
Trinity led the way along the maze of passageways leading from the freight elevator to Zion's rabbit warren of apartments, hewn out of the living rock. Neo followed close at her heels; he'd wanted to carry her duffle-bag for her, but she had insisted she could handle it: he was still shaky after that hit he'd taken in the Matrix. As they walked along the catwalk past a row of other rooms, she glanced back to him; like any newcomer to Zion, he peered around him, taking in his new environment, which had to be almost completely alien to him. His gaze met hers: he'd clearly sensed her looking at him. A shy smile crossed his face and she felt the corners of her mouth quirk up.
"So this is home?" he asked.
"It's the only home base I've known since I unplugged thirteen years ago," she replied. "We're almost there."
She paused in front of one of the doors and took a key on a cord attached to a ring inside an outer pocket of her bag and unlocked the door. She pushed the door open, letting him enter first. "Here we are," she said.
"Looks cozy," he said, stepping through the door.
"Watch your step: the floor is lower than the door," she warned. Even as she said it, he stumbled a little, but didn't fall. She put her free hand out and caught him under the shoulder.
"I'm okay," he said, reassuring her, but he let her hand steady him as she stepped into the room, after him, her gaze meeting his as she set down her duffle and turned him toward her.
EDITED TO ADD: Got this in under the wire...
Title: Chatelaine
Day/Theme: September 1: Here we are
Series: The Matrix
Character/Pairing: Merovingian/Persephone
Rating: PG
They had to hurry before the gatekeepers found her, or before they traced his antiquated code, so different from the codestream that sustained them. Merovee led Persephone along the twisting alleys of the city, their footsteps almost deafening against the night-time stillness, he keeping his ears open to the sounds of approaching intruders, she trying not to look back.
"How much further have we to go?" she asked, keeping her voice low.
"Not many more steps, ma cher," he replied, pressing her hand in his, in reassurance. She tasted his strength in that touch and let it give her a sense of safety.
They came to the back door of what appeared to be a high-class restaraunt, on the ground floor of a high-rise hotel building. With a key on the ring in his coat pocker, Merovee unlocked the door.
"Here?" she asked, puzzled.
"Yes, this is but the gatehouse, concealing the entrance," he said. He pulled open the door and held it for her, letting her enter first. He stepped in after her and pulled the door shut behind them.
They entered the darkened kitchen, lit only by the dull red light from the "Exit" sign above them. He guided her past hard-edged shadows of tables and countertops and fixtures. Approaching the double doors to what she guessed was a closet, he let her hand go and took a key from a chain about his neck, under his shirt. His shadow moved across the doors as he unlocked them. The key clicked in the lock; code crackled as he accessed another sector.
A sliver of light cut through the shadows and widened as he pulled the doors open on a high-ceilinged Baroque entryway. Persephone looked up in awe at the plasterwork above, the crystal and gilt chandelier that lit the hallway, the marble-paneled walls and floor.
"Merovee, this is your dwelling?" she asked.
"Yes, it is: my castle in sore need of a chatelaine," he replied. He took her hands in his and led her over the threshold, into another life...