Ahem.... Sue Alert
Nov. 16th, 2003 08:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kribbanToday I typed up an old Mary Sue I had written... (hopefully the only MS I have written though my first fanfiction heroine Gish sure seems to have some MS-ish qualities after discussions with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silversolitaire And it was RPF... but it was GEN and she was the guy's daughter so it's not that bad... I think...)
Incidentally, it was the first FPF I ever wrote. (Not that it's the first of many - in the four years since I've only written one more FPF.) I've reported it, with witty comments, to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
marysues. Check it out. But I am also posting it here, not because it's good (it isn't!) but because I have fond memories of this story and because it's friggin' femslash, OKAY!!! And it's lesbian!Trinity from-the-first-film-before-TPTB-destroyed-her.
So yeah... I was such a Trinity fangirl when I was 19 it's not funny. Unhealthily fangirly even. ;-)
This isn't very good (language-wise), nor very plausible (plot-wise, seemarysues-entry for witty comments) and as I said a total Mary Sue. But hey - I was young and a bad writer!
Enjoy! ;-)
She came to me yesterday, pulling away from the real world for an hour or so. I know she pities me because I live in an illusion. ”It is not an illusion anymore” I say ”now that I know it is an illusion.” I tell her I am happy just to know the truth and I like my life in this so called world. For now anyway. But when the day comes and the machines will die I will happily accept the reality of the grey world. I asked her to leave Neo. She says she can’t cause they share a deep bond. But I need not worry cause they’re not much more than good friends these days.
She said she can’t stay which she never can. Last time I met her, we had a cup of coffee, then she kissed me in the subway and then she left. This time, one week later, she knocked on my door, unexpected, talked briefly about the state of the rebellion, had a drink, made love to me, hugged me and left. She felt sorry she couldn’t sleep over. I understand though. Besides being busy she can’t stay in the Matrix for more than a couple of hours or she will put herself and me in great danger. I appreciate the few moments I get with her and I can always get to her if I really need too. Like, today, when that creep tried to grab me I called her on the telephone number I had received for emergencies and she was there in 2 minutes, all dressed in black and with a very concerned look in her eyes.
I knew she couldn’t stay but I needed her strength, her courage and her calm. She sat with me on a parkbench and looked me in my eyes. Her gaze pierced through me, filling me with a sense of calm and stability. She grabbed both of my hands and squeezed them hard. She told me to squeeze back, as hard as I could. I looked into her beautiful, bright eyes and that made me feel as alive and confident as I always feel around her.
I squeezed her hands, hard, I felt her bones, my bones. She was strong, she didn’t let go. ”Harder,” she said. It almost hurt. ”Do you feel that?” She asked. ”Feel what?” I asked.
”Your strength. How strong you are, no one will ever be able to fuck you over. You showed that today.”
She let go of my hands and put her hands on my shoulders. ”You’re OK. You walked away.” I knew she was right. She could never lie. ”I love you,” I said. ”I know,” she said and smiled, and returned to the real world.
So that’s the story so far, I guess. An hour here, a minute there. I wonder if she sort of sees me as her pet or a baby sister. I hope that’s not true, I wish I had as much to offer her as she has to offer me.
I just haven’t got a cool handle yet.
The End.
silversolitaire And it was RPF... but it was GEN and she was the guy's daughter so it's not that bad... I think...) Incidentally, it was the first FPF I ever wrote. (Not that it's the first of many - in the four years since I've only written one more FPF.) I've reported it, with witty comments, to
marysues. Check it out. But I am also posting it here, not because it's good (it isn't!) but because I have fond memories of this story and because it's friggin' femslash, OKAY!!! And it's lesbian!Trinity from-the-first-film-before-TPTB-destroyed-her. So yeah... I was such a Trinity fangirl when I was 19 it's not funny. Unhealthily fangirly even. ;-)
This isn't very good (language-wise), nor very plausible (plot-wise, see
marysues-entry for witty comments) and as I said a total Mary Sue. But hey - I was young and a bad writer!Enjoy! ;-)
She came to me yesterday, pulling away from the real world for an hour or so. I know she pities me because I live in an illusion. ”It is not an illusion anymore” I say ”now that I know it is an illusion.” I tell her I am happy just to know the truth and I like my life in this so called world. For now anyway. But when the day comes and the machines will die I will happily accept the reality of the grey world. I asked her to leave Neo. She says she can’t cause they share a deep bond. But I need not worry cause they’re not much more than good friends these days.
She said she can’t stay which she never can. Last time I met her, we had a cup of coffee, then she kissed me in the subway and then she left. This time, one week later, she knocked on my door, unexpected, talked briefly about the state of the rebellion, had a drink, made love to me, hugged me and left. She felt sorry she couldn’t sleep over. I understand though. Besides being busy she can’t stay in the Matrix for more than a couple of hours or she will put herself and me in great danger. I appreciate the few moments I get with her and I can always get to her if I really need too. Like, today, when that creep tried to grab me I called her on the telephone number I had received for emergencies and she was there in 2 minutes, all dressed in black and with a very concerned look in her eyes.
I knew she couldn’t stay but I needed her strength, her courage and her calm. She sat with me on a parkbench and looked me in my eyes. Her gaze pierced through me, filling me with a sense of calm and stability. She grabbed both of my hands and squeezed them hard. She told me to squeeze back, as hard as I could. I looked into her beautiful, bright eyes and that made me feel as alive and confident as I always feel around her.
I squeezed her hands, hard, I felt her bones, my bones. She was strong, she didn’t let go. ”Harder,” she said. It almost hurt. ”Do you feel that?” She asked. ”Feel what?” I asked.
”Your strength. How strong you are, no one will ever be able to fuck you over. You showed that today.”
She let go of my hands and put her hands on my shoulders. ”You’re OK. You walked away.” I knew she was right. She could never lie. ”I love you,” I said. ”I know,” she said and smiled, and returned to the real world.
So that’s the story so far, I guess. An hour here, a minute there. I wonder if she sort of sees me as her pet or a baby sister. I hope that’s not true, I wish I had as much to offer her as she has to offer me.
I just haven’t got a cool handle yet.
The End.
