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The Mad Dog flew in stealth mode through the dark tunnels below the earth surface. Though two weeks had passed, none of the crew could believe what has happened. "What are the reports so far?" Barkin asked as he and Ron sat side by side on the small bridge of the hovership.
"So far most of the ships have reported in, seems most made it out before Neo-Zion went up," Brick stated, looking at his computer terminal behind them. "So far the ships that have not reported in are the Numbers, Goliath, Balthazzar, and the … the Nebuchadnezzar II …"
"I'm sure they made it out ok, Stoppable," Barkin said uncharacteristically assuring, "Morpheus is way to stubborn to go out that way, and your wife ain't about to let you be a widow."
"Thanks," Ron said, nodding weakly, "Are we in broadcast depth?" he asked, looking up.
"Just entered ten minutes ago, why?" Barkin asked, still watching his controls.
"Let me log in, maybe I can talk to the Oracle or the Architect and see what the hell's going on," Ron stated.
"You know we're not cleared to enter the Matrix with the war now back in full effect," Barkin sighed, "With Commander Locke killed it's kind of crazy you know."
"I want to talk to the Architect," Ron stated icily.
"Ok … I'll set us down and you can have a few words, but we can't stay long," Barkin stated.
"I only need a few minutes."
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The capital building was quiet on the sunny afternoon. That is until the doors literally flew from their hinges.
"Stop him!" on of the guards stated, as the wall of men fired on the trench coat and sunglass adorned intruder. They unloaded every bit of ammo their guns held but each merely stopped in mid air, and then flew back killing those who fired them. Ron made a small grunt toward the guards as he stepped over them and continued on to the Architect's office.
Ron blew open the door to the large television-walled room and stared at the older man seated cross-legged in his chair. "I had a feeling you'd be back sooner or later," Architect stated dryly.
"We need to talk," Ron stated.
"We have nothing to discuss," the Architect shrugged him off, before pressing a button on the remote, each monitor showing a replay of Neo-Zion's destruction. "It is over, you lost your battle, and thus the war is over before it has begun. The Age of Man and the Age of the Matrix have both ended, Ronald, there is nothing you or anyone else can do to stop it."
A moment later every television screen in the room exploded violently and the white light surrounding them faded to a dark green. "Did you … how did you do that?" Architect paled, "You shouldn't have any ability in this chamber …"
"I thought you would know what we are now," Ron stated, his voice momentarily mixing with six other voices, before returning to just Ron's voice, "I think Mankind's chances are greater then you expect. But I want to know why, why do all this, why now?"
"Why?" Architect blinked, "Why not?"
"Why not?" Ron almost fell in shock, "Why not?"
"Indeed, why not? You humans in every religion in every part of the world have constantly looked for the end of your world at the hand of specific gods per civilization. With the sky almost cleared from the damage you have done to it, we no longer require you as a source of power, hargo, we will give you all what you have wanted from the beginning of your first civilization: You have Alpha, we shall provide Omega."
"You will have to kill me first," Ron stated, all the hate and stress that has been building the past few months boiling to the surface. "And I will not make it easy."
"Dear boy," Architect stated a small smile playing on his lips, "That is entirely the sole purpose of reactivating Agent Smith."
"What?"
"You do not understand do you?" Architect said standing up, his gray suit beginning to darken, "Do you know that even though a system has multiple parts the core system is usually merely several parts of a whole, while some programs exist to themselves I E The Oracle, Merovingian, etc, the core is one in the same, we are all simply …" Ron's eyes widened as the older man slowly morphed into the familiar form of Agent Smith. "Me."
"Smith …" Ron snarled back stepping slightly.
"Got it in one," Smith chimed, "Very good, Mr. Stoppable, so tell me how is the Misses? Is she well? How about my old friend Morpheus?"
"You've been the Architect the whole time?" Ron stated.
"That hurts, Mr. Stoppable, I merely wanted to talk a bit and you blowing me off is quite rude," Smith grinned, "but the answer is, no, I wasn't the Architect, but it's amazing really … assimilate one core program, and I'm in the whole damn thing! It's cool."
"What do you want, Smith?"
"What do I want?" Smith asked, putting on his sunglasses, "What does anyone want? What do YOU want Mr. Stoppable? Kim Possible? Popularity? Power? To be the smiling sidekick again? What do you really want?"
"I asked first?" Ron growled.
"The answers are the same, Mr. Stoppable," Smith stated, smiling evilly, "Have you forgotten that I am a part of you that was stripped away? We are the yen and yang, as it were: Two sides of the coin that was chopped in half. I only want what you have always wanted. Though I do wonder why this urge to be with KP still is strong seeing how she treated us, or have you forgotten it since she started sleeping with you and took your last name?"
"Then why are you killing everybody?" Ron asked sincerely, "I don't want that?"
"But you do wish for everyone around you to be happy, do you not, Mr. Stoppable?" Smith asked, "That's what I'm working toward." Smith turned his back and started toward the back exit, "Just imagine it, Mr. Stoppable, everyone in perfect harmony! Everyone a part of me."
"Wait, were not finished yet!" Ron called as Smith reached the door.
"You're right," Smith said opening the door and walking through, "We are not finished yet, but we will finish our … discussion later. Good luck finding KP, Mr. Stoppable." And with that Smith left him alone.
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Ron soared through the air, pushing the clouds away as he flew. He glanced around searching for any sign of Kim, Morpheus or any of the others, but to no avail. He finally landed on the front porch of the Possible home, and walked inside, "KP? You here?" Ron asked, not expecting a reply.
He stopped at the mantle and picked up a family picture, the Possible family and himself all huddled together and looking really happy. Ron sighed, he was so looking forward to being a part of this family, but right before his eyes this family was torn apart.
"T-Take … care of … K-Kim …""I promise," He whispered to the picture, "I'll find her, and I'll take care of her, just like I told you I would. Even if it kills me."
Ron then walked up the stares and saw the twins had put themselves to bed. "You guys can't stay here alone," Ron said, raising his hands and they fell into a deeper sleep before being lifted off their beds, and floating behind the One.
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"RONALD STOPPABLE!" Mrs. Stoppable barked, as Ron returned from tucking the twins in his bed, "Where have you been? Why haven't you called? And WHAT are you wearing??"
"It's a long story, Mom," Ron said, putting on his sunglasses and continuing toward the door.
"Oh no you don't young man, you're not leaving this house at this hour of the night dressed like … THAT!" Mrs. Stoppable continued dragging a sleepy Mr. Stoppable behind her.
"I can't tell you, Mom, you wouldn't believe me if I told you, but right now a lot is at stake," Ron explained, hugging his mother and father. "It's really, really big, Mom. It's bigger then anything me and KP ever been in before, it could mean everybody and everything."
"Ronald, I had a feeling that was where you were, and I know you and Kim will watch each other's backs, but please, please be careful son," Mrs. Stoppable said finally relaxing but still with her worried expression. "We'll watch the boys, just please, be careful. Do what you have to do, but come back to us, ok, son?"
"I'll do what I can, mom," Ron smiled, and turned toward the door, "Oh, and one more thing you guys should know about." He then opened the door, ready to run, "Me and Kim got married!" with that he dashed out.
Mr. Stoppable and Mrs. Stoppable looked at each other, "Did he say the M word?" Mrs. Stoppable stuttered.
"Yes dear, he did," Mr. Stoppable gulped.
"Oh my goodness …" She blinked, her color fading, "I have a daughter-in-law." With that she fainted dead away.
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C. Cowboy: sorry for the short chapter, but I thought I've blown away enough for an opener. Enjoy the chap, and expect more soon. What happened to Kim and the others? Will Ron find them and a way to take care of Smith once and for all? Will I get a lot of reviews for this chapter?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Matrix or Kim Possible or any related characters.