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Disclaimer:
I only wish I owned Smith! Or the other Agents! Or the Matrix! They�re all
property of the Wachowskis, Miranda is my creation ;) A note on this chapter-
things in *�s refer to memories ;) And this chapter�s a bit� inflective, not as
sexy (at first) as the first. Here I�d been hoping to write a one shot PWP smut
and now it�s grown�out of my control!!! :-D
And it
looks like I�ll be switching between POV�s a bit towards the end ;)

The next morning
found Miranda racing to her desk, worn out from the activities of yesterday,
heart racing with fresh caffeine. 7:45 AM. She was- �Five minutes late, Miss
Singer�for you, at any rate.� The musical voice of Agent Brown filled the
office, and instead of her usual embarrassment and unresponsiveness, she
giggled girlishly. �Sorry sir! I know if I don�t watch it I will be as late as�
eight o�clock!� Surprised, the Agent raised an amused eyebrow. Whatever Smith
had said to the female, he liked it as well as an Agent might. For a
millisecond he debated continuing the banter until he saw Jones and Smith
approaching from the elevators. Glancing to the reception desks, Miranda was
already clickety-clacking away at her keyboard. The spell was broken.

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Tedious was
her work of the day; running full scale diagnostics of the operating systems
behind the Agent�s design. Any other human would have found the programming
language of the Agency incomprehensible; any who could understand the coding
would certainly be dead. But� She was different. Even as fingers flew over her
keyboard, searching for anomalies and correcting them manually, setting alarms
and timers on upgrades so as not to disturb the Agent�s duties, her mind
wandered�

*�Do you
remember, Miranda, when we first met?� She had nodded, lapsing into the memory,
of younger years spent shunned by her fellow humans, brutalized as a child,
then left for her emotions to die by peers more unfeeling than a heart of
steel. Night after night had been spent gazing into the modulated light of a
computer monitor, learning, absorbing, seeking. Pieces of history that was, was
not, and should never have been came together. Quick in her pursuit of
knowledge had she been, but ever above the lines of Law.

Law she
could understand, and if she had the power- oh! How she would wield it! �Smash
them all�kill them� hurt them, make them crawl�� None accepted the bookish
young girl, not even her closest kindred spirits; not the so called �smart�
crowd, the �gamers�, the �hackers�� no, there was something �wrong� enough with
her to make her a pariah� until the rage within had festered to make her a
dangerous potential ally of those who sought to break the Reality bestowed upon
humanity� they had called themselves the Resistance. Faster she became, better
able to comprehend the workings of these deadly hackers, better able� to defeat
them� One by one, criminal minds found themselves contending with an enemy
faster than any guardian program, more elusive than one of their own. Miranda
Singer, a graduate of a small-town high school and then-graduate of a computer
science program, was infamous� She knew she had finally won some respect, when
a hacker named Trinity was sent to track her down. She�d heard about �the one
who hacked the IRS database�, and hadn�t been eager to find out why she�d been
sent to �see� her. It was said, that Trinity had flying feet, and the uncanny
habit of jumping in and out of windows. Miranda had known that in spite of
training, she would have little time to lose- Running was hardly an option for
someone who was built to stand her ground�but she was the more cunning, with
her own habits of sneaking away from people right in front of their very noses.

So near� she had finally been forced to
run from the Resistant, who called after her like a madwoman, insisting that
she only wanted to talk. But as she ran, the shouting stopped, and another set
of feet was heard� �Agents!� They stopped, unsure of this. Trinity they had
expected; and they could sense her traces still in the hallway they stood in.
But this human female� Miranda had turned, a scream echoed in the dark. The
Agents wouldn�t kill her too�would they? Trinity had lunged for her, and she
saw two other Resistants behind the woman, firing towards the Agents. Whirling
away just in time to let a bullet fly by her, she too, lunged into the air,
reaching, stretching for the suited figure nearest her. Strong arms pulled her
to him, and away from the lines of fire. Two policemen behind the Agents reached
for her, and the one who�d caught her all but handed her cradled form to them.
�Take her to the infirmary, have her checked for injury. Return with her to
Headquarters, but do not harm her��

� �Yes�
I do remember when we met� why do you ask?�*

But the
conversation faded into the back of Miranda�s mind as she glanced at the clock.
Nine AM. Cleanup time on her Agent specifically; he�d not had any file cleaning
or defragments since over three days ago-rather a long time for a program used
to doing things in microseconds. As she continued her labours, she stopped, hitting a �wall� in
Smith�s memory. Now this was interesting. She understood about classified
information, but� this was a routine check. She shook her head, retrying her
efforts. Her screen went black, but for five words in the top left of the
screen.

Do you mind, Miss Singer?
What? She frowned, confused.
Is nothing private from you, Miranda?

She raised
an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. No. Surely he hadn�t� So now he hid something
even from her Mainframe-given access keys, with a firewall created his own, of
sorts� She glanced down at the keyboard.

Don�t even try.

She kept
her hands just in front of her, not touching the �board. If it was Smith she
was dealing with, she�d best behave herself and play by his rules.

Better. Now you may return to work� hands off
the firewall.

With that,
the screen returned to normal, green code scrolling beautifully in pattern,
flowing from one pathway to the next. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as she
resumed her duties. Concern flickered across her features. What could he be
hiding- from her, fthe the Mainframe? Dread tightened in her abdomen, chilling
into worry, then doubt began gnawing at her mind. There had been no firewall
previously- had there? Miranda tried to recall the last days� scans in her
mind, but little more came than� She blushed, and opened a log file on a
separate machine next to her. No, no firewall, all systems normal. But why now?
And given the level of protection an Agent-made firewall would likely have, why
even be so defensive about the �wall itself� Miranda found herself mentally
going around in circles; ending up with more questions than answers. She stood
up, glancing again to the clock. Two in the afternoon? A syrupy voice oozed
over the air from the front desk, and the blonde girl Miranda could barely
stand smiled at her. �Miranda hon, you look exhausted! Didn�t you have lunch?
You should eat you know! You�ve got to keep up your strength!� Managing a wan
smile, Miranda waved her off as she left the reception area and headed to the
elevator. She was rather hungry�

Satisfied,
Miranda returned from the staff lounge some twenty minutes later. Walking
briskly towards the elevator to return down to Reception, a hand extended from
an office, taking her by the crook of her arm, pulling her inside. A gravelly
voice whispered into her ear as hot breath wisped over her skin. �And just what
did you think you were doing earlier, Miss Singer?�

Familiar
lips grazed her ear as the door clicked shut and locked behind her and her
captor. She gasped as he held her close, pulling her waist to him with one
hand, caressing her cheek with the other. He kissed her cheek, flicking his
tongue out over her neck just at her jaw line. With a startled gasp, she leaned
her head back and to the side, exposing more of her warm, fragrant skin to
Smith�s attentions. �Smith!� Her breathing already growing heavier, she tried
to maintain her composure, even as the Agent�s hands wandered, he squeezed her
waist, pulling her to him. She could feel his erection through both their
clothes as he ground her into him.

�Miranda��
His voice silkily enunciated each syllable as he spoke, his hot breath trailing
over her skin. �You never did answer my question� Just what did you think you
were doing, hmm?� The hand at her cheek lowered to her suit jacket, unzipping
it to reveal her silky blouse underneath. He raised an eyebrow when a caress of
her breasts showed no bra underneath� He toyed with a nipple, reveling in her
moans, her scent� He sniffed the air, now laced with the scent of wanton lust;
sweat and juices of her body� He squeezed her breast, flicking his tongue over
the wet spot on her neck. One arm still holding the woman aloft, Smith turned
her about faster than she could follow, both hands now firmly grasping her
waist. She squeaked, eyes wide as he gently pressed her into a wall, locking
her in an iron grasp.

Azure eyes
pierced soft green, and for a moment, Miranda felt heady, her stomach knotting
in anticipatory fear even as Smith brushed up against her. His jaw was set, and
his next words were dangerously soft. �You, Miranda, have far more permissions
than many of your kind. The power you hold is overwhelming compared even to the
most dangerous Resistant. We have placed a trust in you-and you alone that few,
if any, humans will ever have. Never forget where that power, that trust came
from.� Miranda stared, lost in an icy gaze. Frozen�She was frozen by him, heart
clenched in fear. But it- what had he asked about? No, no, the scanning. But
it was routine! Panic threatened to seize her, when ice turned to a warm
sea breeze, and the voice deepened in her ear, the body pressed itself more
firmly to her. �Miranda.� He pulled away from her, holding her at arm�s length.
She gazed, confused. The expression on his face� was that amusement she
detected? �Has it occurred to you that you might do your job a little too well?�
He inclined his head towards her, eyebrows raised. She started to sigh when he
squeezed her waist, fingers gently kneading her clothing. �Meticulousness is a
mixed blessing... Few humans have the capacity to keep a program running
smoothly right down to the minutiae� but really, my dear. There is such a thing
as paying too much attention to detail!� He ground himself firmly into
her, nibbling on her ear. �Especially when that detail is mine��

She
released her lung-trapped air in a rush, her hands moving from Smith�s arms to
his shoulders, embracing him. �We�ve had this conversation before, haven�t we
Miranda� about your�little fixation.� His lips grazed her skin, and where ice
had gripped her before, heat melted her fear away, and indeed, threatened to
leave its result in the silk of her undergarments� Fast fingers unbuttoned her
blouse and slipped underneath, caressing the sensitive skin of her now stiff
nipples. She struggled to speak, her voice harsh and raspy on the air.
�Fixation? What fixation?�

He laughed
shortly, fingers teasing her nipple. �Feeling plucky today�� His voice soothed
her senses even as his lips brushed the base of her neck. He kissed his way up
to her mouth, meeting her soft lips with pleasure. Deeply his tongue penetrated
her mouth; she tasted to him of sweet mints and something he couldn�t place,
pleasant and rich� He pulled her waist to his own, tongue still probing her
delicious mouth as he ground his hardness against her again�

Softly she
moaned, she could feel it; her warmth exploding between her legs� she needed
him� wanting� �Please,� She breathed as his mouth released hers. �Please, Smith��
But he just raised an eyebrow, smirking as he brushed his lips over her cheeks,
moving down once more to her neck, reveling in the scent of her biochemical
reactions. Lust� this was indeed what lust smelled like; and he found
that in her, it was not altogether unpleasant. Quite the contrary actually, he
rather enjoyed her. But now was not the time for him. There were
preparations to make; he had much on his mind, if he could have it, and for
the moment, his little game with his human was over. Best to let her stew in
her juices for a while. Bad pun. He gave a short laugh as he caressed her
cheek, stepping back from her, releasing her body from his hold. Her breath
released in a whimper, and she tried to glare up into icy eyes; her knees
weakening as she felt the heat of her body soaking through her undergarments.
He leaned in close one last time, savouring her as one with a glass of fine
wine. �Really, Miss Singer� is that all you can think about, your own immediate
sexual gratification?� His voice growled softly into her ear. �How � human.�

With that,
he withdrew once more, and she leaned towards the nearby desk. Dammit! �Goddamn
you to hell Smith�� Her voice ragged, she whispered to no one in particular as
she looked down to the floor, embarrassed and maybe a mite angry. Her warmth
had gone cold, and now was a sticky nuisance between her legs, she still couldn�t
rid her mind of the fantasy of Smith�s fingers sliding in and out of her� From
the doorway, a cool voice reached her, even as its host stood turned to go. �You
enjoy it Miss Singer� admit it.� She glared up again, but he was gone; the door
clicked shut behind him. She sighed, willing herself dry; clean, pure, cold
as mathematical logic in linear formulae� Flowing into code� no, dammit!
And of course, he was back to teasing her with the now-old name-switching game�
Frowning, she readied to go back downstairs, almost wishing she hadn�t run into
Smith�

Her desk
found her comfortably clean of thought and body once more; but no sooner had
she sat down than Heather, the bubbly blonde front desk secretary came bouncing
down from her area to speak with her. �Miri!� Ugh�She hated it when people gave
her a diminutive, it made her feel lesser somehow, as though she�d been reduced
to a child. �Heather?� The blonde strode over, kneeling down next to her, a
slip of paper in hand. �Agent Smith said to give you this message. He also said
something about giving you the rest of the day off! Lucky!� With that, she
handed Miranda the slip.

Go home
and relax. Have your evening meal out at your favourite restaurant. And don�t even think of
touching� She
unfolded the rest of the paper� your computer.

Her laugh
resonated through the air, harsh and loud against the serene background
music from the hallways speakers. No. Going home was the last thing
Miranda would- she glanced at her comp screen. Off? Damn him! She sighed
and packed up her things; placing files into their drawers, pulling her purse
and jacket from the large bottom drawer of her desk. Time to head home and�
not think of� �You bastard.� her voice deadpanned, dropping the words as an
anvil onto stone. The Agent standing in front of her just smiled and took her
arm, escorting her out the main doors, to a taxi waiting outside. �Can�t get
rid of me fast enough, can you Smith?� But he just raised an eyebrow again,
still smiling too-pleasantly. �Enjoy your day off� tomorrow as well, Miss Singer.�
Surprised, she gazed up into dark glasses, a seed of doubt growing in her mind.
Smith sighed melodramallyally as Brown and Jones sidled up to see Miranda off. �Do
you see that, Mister Brown? Can�t even give the in-human a day off to rest her
busy self! I think the lady protests too much!� �But-� she found herself cut
off by the musical voice of Agent Brown. �It�s alright, Miss Singer. Your
workstation, and your duties will still be here when you return�� Even as she
glared up at the mirthful Agent, the vehicle pulled away�
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