When You Dance With An Agent
When You Dance With An Agent
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“When You Dance With An Agent…”
RATED: NC-17 for
explicit sexual encounters between a man and a woman
SUMMARY: Having
forsaken the Matrix years ago, you are now a human informant for the
machines. Loo>Looking for information, Agent
Smith pays you a visit and more. M/F
pairing
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I do
not own any of the following characters in the least bit way.
remain the property of Warner Brothers and the Wachoski
brothers, et al. And as far as I can
tell, you still belong pretty much to yourself. So yeah, I don’t make anything that will pay
the bills. <grin>
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Click!
and you turn the polished door knob, pushing the door open.
mentally kick yourself for forgetting eaveeave a light on.
right hand side and you only fumble for a moment or two before you find it and
flick it into the “on” position. Cream
colored walls and two cats greet you.
The orange one, Hamlet, is still just a kitten and follows his big
Macbeth around all the time.
You walk down the hallway, clutching at an armload of brown
paper bags filled with groceries. The
kitchen is to your left and you make it to the counter only just in time, for a
large tear begins to form in the one filled with the frozen foods.
each type of food in its appropriate place.
Hamlet rubs himself against your ankles and you pet his head,
smiling. He’s hungry, so you open up two
cans of cat food and place them in the cats’ dishes.
head to the living room. It’s just about
time for the
The living room is dark.
The light-bulb in your dead grandmother’s favorite lamp has died.
turn on the overhead light. You hit the
switch and almost jump out of your skin.
There is an Agent sitting comfortably in your favorite overstuffed arm
chair.
“Smith,” you say.
“Yes, Smith, Ms. Reagan.
You know why I am here.”
“I do,” you answer. “But
you did give me a fright. How long have
you been here?”
“Does it really matter?
But to answer your question, I arrived here only an hour ago, Ms.
Reagan.”
“I told you not to call me that anymore, Smith,” you say
annoyed.
“Oh, that’s right.
You are Ms. Turner now. Ms. Julia
Turner.”
You nod. “The name
Reagan died the moment I came back to the Matrix,” you say absently, though
Smith already knows your story.
Five years ago….could it already be that long?
had first met .
by his newest recruit, a spicy little tart calling herself Trinity.
were made and you have both been given a choice.
“Take the red pill and
find the answers you seek. Take the blue
pill and all of this goes away and you can believe whatever it is you want to
believe.”
Both of you had taken the red pill, curiosity always getting
the better of you. Besides, you both
knew that something was wrong with the world that you knew around you and both
of you were not going to pass up the chance to uncover the mystery of the
Matrix. So the red pills had been
swallowed. Suddenly the Matrix slipped
away and you found yourselves in the real world, naked and unable to use your
muscles. But Morpheus
and his crew had saved you both, taking you on board his ship and caring for
you. And you had learned what the Matrix
really was.
At first, your new lifestyle was exciting – you always got
such a thrill when you outsmarted the Agents, especially the one sitting before
you – Smith. But befohe yhe year had
passed, you began to loathe the real world, spending more and more time in the
Matrix. Your brother had begun to hate
it too, but the thought of staying in the Matrix had never appealed to
him. And yet he had helped you.
system, Mark being your operator. You
had entered the Matrix, and as expected, the Agents had come looking for you,
knowing that you were in the system.
Smith had been there that night and you had given no fight.
after that. All you know is that when
next you awoke, you had been laying in your own bed, Smith looking down on
you. All he would tell you was that you
had been unplugged from the real world and could never return.
the real world could track you down. For
them, you had simply vanished or died.
But Mark had found you again, having seen your code change
as he sat at the console that night. And
he had kept you informed as to what was going on with Morpheus
and his rag-tag crew. As for Smith, you
became an informant for him, relaying what information you received so that he
might hunt Morpheus more easily. When he had asked you why, you had told him
the truth. Morpheus
had lied to you about the real world and you hated him for it.
regularly, though you suspected that he never told Agents Jones or Brown about
you. And not long after that, you had
become more than an informant, but his lover as well.
“Your brother Cypher visited you
recently, did he not?” Smith says after a moment, bringing you out of your
memories.
“He did. Take off
those stupid sunglasses will you? You
don’t have to act like an Agent here.”
“And what did he tell you?” he asks as he complies with your
request. He slips the glasoff off and
into an inner pocket of his suit jacket.
“That’s better,” you say and smile as you sink into the soft
couch cushions.
“What did he tell you?” Smith repeats.
“Easy killer!n stn style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I’m getting
there. As you know, Morpheus
has been searching for ‘The One.’”
“I am aware of it, yes.”
“Well, Cypher overheard him
speaking with Trinity.” A visible scowl
passes over Smith’s face as you speak the woman’s name aloud.
believes that he’s found this ‘One.’”
“Did he give you a name?”
“Yes. He heard
Ted…something like that.”
“Thomas. Thomas A.
Anderson,” he says, as if he already knows.
However, you know him better than that and know that he is asking you to
verify the information.
“I think so.”
A frown passes over his face.
time, this Mr. Anderson. He shows all
the signs of being ready to have his mind freed.
is real, we must keep a tighter eye on this Mr. Anderson.
“Lax?” you ask, a smart-ass remark forming itself on the tip
of your tongue.
“You might call it
lax,” he says coldly, and the remark dies in your throat.
they are freed. This Mr. Anderson was the
least of our worries – until now.
Nevertheless, it won’t really matter.
We still have some time left before the contact is made.
first.” A ghost of a sadistic smile
passes over Smith’s lips.
“And you are rather….persuasive,” you offer seductively.
Ever since you caught sight of the Agent sitting in your
living room, you were acutely reminded of how long it has been since you last
saw him. A month or two easily, you
figure. Now your body aches to be with
him.
“Yesssss,” he says thoughtfully,
as if reading your thoughts. “Did your
brother mention when Morpheus plans on making the
contact?”
You shake your head.
“No, I don’t think he knows. He seemed
to think that it might be at the end of this week or early neeek.eek.
never tell him what his plans were.
Trinity maybe.”
“Then were have plenty of time,” Smith says.
“Wait!” you call out, before you are even aware that you are
speaking. “There’s no rush for you to
leave.”
“You would have me stay?” he asks.
“You said yourself that there is time enough,” you respond
as you cross the floor to where he is standing.
A mischievous glint is in his eyes.
inevitably lead to. You look deep into
his unnaturally blue eyes, pleading with him in a wordless plea.
into his firm body. His lips capture
your own and his arms are threaded around your waist.
begins to head into the direction of your bedroom.