Disclaimer: I don't own Agent Smith. (damn!)

Author's Note: Smith torture. Great fun for Smith-Lusters! :)

Note: Ever notice how wonderfully arched Agent Smith's eyebrows are?

She tilted her head, studying his restrained form. A slight smile tugged at her lips.

'What are you doing?' he asked, a tinge of fear tainted his question.

'Shhh…'

She reached for her chosen instrument of torture.

'No!' he screamed, his startling blue eyes wide.

'I'm sorry, Smith, but this is necessary…'

'No…' he shook his head desperately, trying to dissuade the female. 'No!'

Her fingers splayed across his forehead, holding it immobile.

'I'm sorry…' she whispered again, 'but this is necessary. Remember, pain is but the threshold of something great...'

He could see it, the menacing glint of sliver from the corner of his eyes and he braced himself for the inevitable fiery pain.

Smith hissed, willing the pain to go away.

She continued diligently, a frown puckering her forehead.

Let it end! He prayed silently, flinching at the pain.

Then, there was a satisfied grunt.

'I'm done, Smith…'

He held back the urge to sigh in relief.

She undid the restrains and handed him a mirror.

Smith stared wordlessly at his reflection, studying his changed appearance, at his now perfectly sculptured eyebrows - the high arcs.

She turned and placed her tweezers back into her drawer.

'Same time next week?'

He snapped his head at her, a look of absolute horror etched on his countenance.

'No!'

END

Author's Note: Yep. Smith had his eyebrows shaped by me. XD How else would you explain him having such scary eyebrows?