Subject:  Dragon's Lair...........Chapter 20 ( Unsavory revelations inside. ) |
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Date Posted: 20:15:38 06/08/01 Fri
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Lissette
's message, "Dragon's Lair...........Chapter 19 ( Angsty and NC-17. )" on 20:12:05 06/08/01 Fri
Sorry for any mistakes, but writing while watching WFM. and RD makes me lose my concentration quickly. But **Sigh** does he look adorable!
To all readers: this chapter deals with certain incest and unsavory revelations about Michael and Madeline. this is my idea and is in no way related to the television series.
Please forgive me if any one of you is offended or disgusted. My muse decided to follow this path and after fighting her for 24 hours i decided to give in to her.
(anyway Maddy is dead and cannot harm poor Mikey anymore.)
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Dragon's Lair
Chapter 20
© Copyright May 16, 2001
All disclaimers apply, no copyright infringement is intended and all Non LFN characters belong to me.
As always, Comments will be gladly accepted; flames, however, will be dealt with accordingly.
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Nikita jerked awake. Sitting up she searched the sterile white room, not finding anyone near she slowly dragged herself to the edge of the bed and slipped off. She
almost jumped as her feet touched the cold floor.
With her left hand covering her abdomen, her right hand was free to keep her steady. She shook her head as the last few notes of music cursed through her mind.
"How come I can't forget this song? I've been listening to it for hours already!" she sighed and pressed her hand to her temple. "Beautiful song but why am I hearing it?" Valentine was the song Michael played on their wedding night. She loved that song but she always wondered why she heard it every time Michael was in danger.
Suddenly her eyes widened. “I need to find Michael, he's alive and needs me urgently.” She whispered as she slowly pushed herself away from the bed and toward the bathroom. Pushing the door open she stepped inside, turned the shower on and returned to the room. She carefully opened the closet and took the large clothing out. Her face scrunched up.
“God why can’t maternity clothes look nicer? I feel already like a potato sack and these clothes will make me stand out.” She sighed and shook her head. “That’s what I get for allowing Walter and Michael to shop for me.” She chuckled and returned to the bathroom. Disrobing she slowly entered the too small shower, sighing as the warm water washed over her entire form.
Washing quickly her hair and body, she gasped as another sharp kick made her almost double over. Rubbing the offended area she gently whispered.
“Be nicer to your mommy little one or I’ll make sure daddy changes your diapers, and you can image how many times he has actually changed diapers right?” She laughed as the
baby moved slowly, almost in answer to her. “Yes he’s always been too busy for that. But he’ll make time for you Issabeau.” She whispered softly as she turned the water off and lifted her hand for the towel.
After changing, brushing her hair and putting some light moisturizer on her skin, Nikita slowly left the room and walked to the elevators.
Birkoff and Walter were startled as the elevator opened and Nikita stepped out into the aerie.
“What is she doing here?” Birkoff said.
Walter simply shook his head and smiled. “She’s going to search for Michael little buddy. Better go and help her don’t you think?”
Birkoff nodded and quickly closed his computer. “Quinn you’re in charge until I return.” He stated toward the dark haired woman. Stopping he turned and stared into her pale eyes. “And don’t bother Alan, he needs time to adjust.” He smiled and quickly walked toward the aerie.
Nikita stood before the monitor. Her hands gently rubbing her abdomen as she watched the Ashantari mission on tape.
“Whoever did this was good, they created a real threat so we had to send Michael in. But it was a trap. Now who could be so devious to do this and still get away with it?” She asked as Walter and Birkoff entered the room.
Walter stared at her nodding. Birkoff stepped closer and punched a series of numbers. Bringing a second image into view.
“I’m not sure we want to know, for this looks like a dead woman’s last joke.” Birkoff stated before stepping away from the computer and rejoining Walter.
Nikita nodded slowly. “It seems that our dear Madeline created this profile and threat. But who could make the threat come alive? Madeline has been dead for almost one year.”
Walter squirmed uncomfortably, making Birkoff and Nikita stare. Taking a step forward Nikita reached out and took his hand. “Walter?”
Walter sighed and shook his head, stepping past her he punched a series of numbers on the computer and brought to the screen a picture. “Her name was Marianne, she was Madeline’s younger sister.”
The image of a young girl, approximately 10 years old. Dark hair and eyes that resembled Madeline extremely appeared on the screen. they watched as the computer automatically aged the image to adulthood.
Nikita and Birkoff gasped simultaneously. “The one that she killed?”
Walter smiled and nodded. “The one that she believed for twelve years that she had killed. Actually Marianne was badly hurt, she had suffered from severe head trauma but the girl lived. Of course section was already involved. They wanted Madeline, Adriane had heard about Madeline’s torture techniques on the household pets. She wanted to study her, but not having permission to recruit Madeline until she turned sixteen she took advantage of Marianne.”
Nikita stepped closer to the computer. “They look so similar, it’s almost as if Marianne and Madeline were twins.”
Walter nodded. “Marianne is four years younger than Madeline, but they share the same love for torture. That’s why Adriane ordered the doctors to lie. She studied
Marianne for four years then turned her over to a middle eastern couple. They were supposed to train her and return her seven years later to section.” He shrugged and looked away.
Nikita smiled. “But something happened and Madeline was recruited soon after Marianne left?”
Walter nodded slowly. “Madeline was eleven when Marianne supposedly died, she was almost sixteen when she was sent to prison for torturing her boyfriend to death in her home’s cellar. Her parents never imagined that the poor boy had been there for seven weeks. Madeline was good at what she did even then.”
Birkoff shivered and turned away to look down at Comm.
“Walter is it true that Quinn is Madeline’s daughter?”
Nikita gasped. “That’s crazy! How could those rumors be true?”
Walter nodded slowly as he walked to the window. “I can’t be sure, Quinn does have certain characteristics-“ he turned away and sighed. “Madeline did become pregnant, but she had twins. Boy and girl. I saw them once several minutes after they were born. They were taken away by Adrian’s men and disappeared. Madeline spent several years searching for them, until......” Shaking his head he
looked away.
Nikita’s curiosity was in full swing now. “Until?”
Walter avoided her gaze, he turned and walked toward the door. “Forget it, it’s insane.”
Nikita reached out and pushed the button which closed and locked the door. “Tell me Walter, what’s insane?”
Walter glared at her before shrugging. “Sugar forget about it, it won’t change things.”
Birkoff stared intensely at Walter. "Who was the father?
Walter's eyes widened and he looked down. "No one knows."
Nikita straightened herself to her full height, which with a pregnant belly was quite large. Birkoff tried hard to not shiver as Nikita approached Walter. Standing almost nose to nose she gently pushed her belly fully forward.
“Tell us Walter. tell us everything Please.”
Walter sighed. Closing his eyes he leaned back against the door. “No one knows who the father was." shaking his head slowly he sighed. "Madeline believed she had found her son, it was over fourteen years ago. She fought Adrian and Paul until the boy was recruited.”
Nikita stepped back. “And she was given the right to train him? Are you insane Walter? What you are saying can’t be true, that would mean she abused her own child! Not only that, she basically trained him as a Valentine operative!” She turned and walked to the other end of the room.
Shaking her head she leaned over and turned the glass window black. She slowly turned and glared at Walter.
“And when Quinn was recruited? Madeline was also the one to train her, she insisted upon it. I though that was unusual since she had not trained anyone else after Michael.” She looked up her eyes filled with tears.
“No Walter, he is not and could never have been Madeline’s son. If it was true that would mean she was sicker than anyone thought!”
Birkoff finally understood. “Ewwww! No wonder Madeline was obsessed with Michael. She.......eeewwwww!” He turned away and gagged.
Nikita and Walter stared at Birkoff as he doubled over.
“Walter, how sure can you be about this?”
Walter shrugged. “The DNA tests were inconclusive about Michael, but Quinn is Madeline’s daughter, she showed it when she slept with Operations just before his death.”
Nikita stared toward Quinn. “Walter I want you to do a test, use Adam’s DNA and compare it with Quinn’s. I want to be completely sure before I send anyone to bring Marianne and Michael back.”
Birkoff looked up, his hand wiping his mouth. “Then you believe he’s alive?”
Nikita smiled softly, her hands gently rubbing her abdomen.
“Yes, Michael is alive. I heard him this morning. He’s confused and worried but he’s alive.”
Walter and Birkoff frowned. “The connection you two have is stronger than anyone imagined. But why now?” Walter whispered.
Nikita shrugged. “I’m not sure, but if Marianne and Madeline planned this then Michael is alive, and Marianne is continuing her sister’s games.” turning to Birkoff
she took a step toward him. “Search for any information that we have on Marianne, break into Madeline’s files, all of them Birkoff. You have three days.” She turned away and walked up the stairs toward her private rooms.
Birkoff and Walter slowly returned to their posts. Birkoff made sure that he was as far away from Quinn as possible.
“Quinn I need you to go down to sub-level thirteen and search for some intel in the archives.”
Quinn frowned knowing that she could search from her station, shrugging she stood. “What exactly do you want me to find?”
Birkoff closed his eyes. “Search for Paul Wolff’s deep files. I need them by midnight.”
Quinn nodded and left Comm. Her mind seeking a reason for being banished to Sub-level thirteen.
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