Any burden is far too heavy when he must bear it alone.

Then there are ashes, flaking plaster, crumbling buildings, crying children.

Trinity. You shape the syllables in your mouth, liking the almost delicate feel of the t's. Yet it sounds like a step forward, like a fluid move of a martial art, fists rising to defend.

Hope. It is the quintessential human delusion; simultaneously the source of your greatest strength -- and your greatest weakness. (Spoiler for The Matrix: Reloaded)

Trinity is jealous. Oh, you know the thought crossed her mind.

two minutes inside One's mind.

In the days following Revolutions, distraught fans needed someone to turn to. The crew of the Neb takes it upon themselves, even in death, to help those who need them. How? By answering their phone calls, of course!

A duringpost Revolutions ficlet. Neo's final battle is watched over by the one person who could never leave his side. NT.

One of us, we knew, would be forced to accept it. Forced to watch the other die, to have to come to grips with the fact that one now existed without the other. …That burden fell on you.

"Right now isn't coincidental, and I wonder if you feel the same way." ( Neo plays around with fate, memories and carnival rides. )

Exact scenes in the TV repair shop, from beginning to end. With my own interpretation of Neo and Trinity's thoughts, when facing betrayal, death and each other.

The Academy Day celebration in Zion. An Academy ultimate-dance party. Hilarity, flirting, and cheesy dance music ensue. ;)

This is a companion fic to "Serenity" by Scottishlass, so make sure you read that before you read this. What goes through Neo's head when he wakes up the morning after "Serenity" takes place.

Chapter Five is up. Some things aren't always as they seem. Others are exactly as they appear to be; more to everything, anything. You're just not looking at the green code hard enough. You could still find the emeralds. Co-written by Chord.

Before they're lovers, Trinity and Neo recognize a closeness they can't ignore or deny. A short little vignette.

Try not to take it too personally, everyone makes these mistakes.

a chance meeting (Hey, you, I love your soul)