Agent Neo

What if Neo and Smith combined? AU

Anything you recognize is not mine, including conversation. (Copied conversation is in bold.)

". . . You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. After that, I understood the rules, I knew what I was supposed to do, but I didn't. I couldn't. I was compelled to stay, compelled to disobey. And now, here I stand because of you, Mr. Anderson. Because of you, I'm no longer an Agent of this system. Because of you, I've changed. I'm unplugged. A new man, so to speak. Like you, apparently, free."


"Thank you."

I smiled. "Thank you very much."

"Why are you here, Smith?" he asked.

"I am an Exile now, Mr. Anderson. The agents are after me, as well."


I rolled my eyes. "Still using all the muscles except the one that matters?The enemy of my enemy is my friend, Mr. Anderson."

His eyes widened. "You mean . . ?"


Just then, there was a snapping sound from the alley–a fresh clip being loaded into a gun. I froze. "Agents!"

There was a hail of bullets.

I sighed and attacked Agent Johnson, who was closest. He kicked out at me and I blocked. I punched and he blocked.

So I shot him.

Meanwhile, three or four other agents were attacking Neo. And even he couldn't stop all of their bullets at such a close range . . .

I grabbed a pole–it looked like it might once have been a signpost–and slammed it into Agent Thompson. He fell.

Too late, though: one of the bullets had hit Neo.

I gave the agents a sinister smile and shot them, as well.

"What happened?" Neo muttered, stunned.

"You were hit. No one can avoid one hundred bullets point blank, not even you."


"Just to the right of your heart, Mr. Anderson." I sighed. "I think I may be able to help, though."

After all, I hadn't been shot. And if I copied him, he wouldn't be either.

But he wouldn't really be him anymore. He would be me.

"Me, me, me . . ."

And I touched him. His subconscious mind didn't understand, and fought back. But I poured myself into him–forced him to be more like me–so strongly that I found my old body gone; he was my only self.

"Me too."I laughed hollowly.

For a moment I wondered what my purpose was. But I had made a choice, and that meant . . . it meant that his purpose was now mine. I was the One.

I looked at 'myself' in the rear-view mirror of my car and raised an eyebrow. I looked like him now, except that I wore my old suit. I shifted to look like myself, laughed softly, and changed back into him.

"Thank you, Neo," I said aloud.

You're welcome, Smith.

I smiled.