Trinity awoke with a start. What had woken her?

"Oh, right," she thought, "him." How could such a small word cause her to react in such a big way? Before he came, it was just another word. She had used it all the time, but now it had new meaning. Only one other word caused her to react in just the same way: Neo. It was a beautiful word. It just rolled off her tongue and felt so right in her mouth. Neo.

"This is crazy," she said out loud to her silent room, "he's just another unplugged. There is nothing special about him."

"Oh, but there is," she involuntarily thought, "you have been thinking about him ever since you saw him in that club. You have been thinking about him ever since Morpheus started searching for him."

This thought scared Trinity. Nothing had ever had this kind of affect on her. She was acting just like someone in…

"No way," she said out loud, thinking that maybe saying it out loud would make it true, "you are not in love. You are Trinity: the warrior, the fighter. Love is for the weak."

She rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but it wouldn't come. Eventually she decided to go to her watch duty early. Maybe Switch could use some company, because she knew she could.

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"Wow, you're early," said Switch with a yawn.

"Not too early though," said Trinity noticing how tired Switch was.

"Guess you're right," she laughed, "So why are you up anyway?"

"Oh, a lot on my mind."

"You think we've found him, don't you?"

"I'm not sure yet. I mean, he was only unplugged yesterday."

"But I know that you know him better than you are letting on."

Trinity tried to look confused, but it obviously didn't work.

"I know how much you watched him before," said Switch with a smile, "You just jumped at the job of going to the club, even though you knew full well that Morpheus could have done it."

It was true. She had immediately said she would do it, and she was glad she did. She had tried to make it discrete, but was obviously a little to eager.

"I had nothing better to do," trying to defend her self. Switch, however, was not convinced.

"Well you think what you want to think, but I'm telling you the truth," said Trinity.

Switch smirked, "All right. Well since you are here to take my place I'm going to the mess hall." Switch got up from the operator's chair and started to leave the room, but stopped at the door.

"You know," Switch said slowly, "having feelings about someone isn't a bad thing. You are human."

"Come on, you can't go getting all mushy on me. You are the only person here who is just as tough as me."

"Well I'm not so sure about that one." Trinity gave Switch a puzzled look, but Switch just turned on her heel and left the room.

"What was that about?" wondered Trinity.

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After her three-hour shift, which was originally supposed to be two hours, Trinity seriously regretted not getting the extra hour of sleep. Therefore she was immensely grateful when Cypher came to take her place.

"God, you look like hell," said Cypher as soon as he saw her.

"Good morning to you too," she yawned, "Am I finally done?"

"Yea. So, uh, how long have ya' been here?"

"Three hours. It's been an eternity."

"You look like you need sleep, so go get some."

"I think I'll get a drink first," she said, getting up.

Cypher knew better. "With a little detour through the hospital, I'm guessing?"

Trinity didn't say anything; she had just turned around to leave when he grabbed her arm.

"Wait," he said, and he pulled her in closer. Trinity was very uncomfortable with being so close to him. "I know that you are entranced by him. You have watched him ever since we found him. I've known it for so long. Ever since you took my shift in the Matrix a while ago, you know, when you nearly got yourself killed while trying to run away from the agents?"

Trinity remembered all too well. He had told her the line was clean. She tried to walk away again, but he pulled her back even closer with a painfully tight grip on her arm. His face was centimeters away from hers.

"I was terrified," he whispered, "I was terrified that I wouldn't get to see you again, or touch your beautiful skin."

Trinity pushed him away with all her might and broke free from his wrenching grip. "Just so you know," she growled at him, "you were the last person I was afraid I would see again." She turned and ran from the room.

"She is one hell of a woman," thought Cypher with a smirk, and sat down in the operator's chair.