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Date Posted: 22:10:52 02/29/08 Fri
Author: Mary
Author Host/IP: cpe-69-135-186-204.woh.res.rr.com / 69.135.186.204
Subject: Characters & Shadows - Chapter 37
In reply to: Mary 's message, "Characters & Shadows - Cont." on 11:19:55 02/28/08 Thu

 

Chapter 37

Michael left Walter with Birkoff looking over his shoulder as the younger man hunted deeper into Nikita’s condition. He returned to the only place that he could go to, Nikita’s side. He stood next to her in the now otherwise empty room and gently stroked her hair back from her forehead. He ran his fingers over her pale soft skin, hoping that his touch would somehow calm her and help her rest through his horrible time.

Methodically as he stood beside her, for how long he had no idea, he just continued his soft ministrations. As he looked at her, so fragile in her current state, he knew that he couldn’t go on without her in his life. It wasn’t even a possibility. She had become everything to him, the very reason that he breathed. The thought of an existence without her smile would just be pointless and barren, and he couldn’t and wouldn’t live like that.

He thought of what their life together would be like and slowly as the pictures grew in his head he began to talk with her very softly about it. He imagined her getting healthy again and the two of them spending all of their time together. He talked of his very personal proposal of marriage to her in Paris - perhaps by a fountain at dusk just as the sun was setting; her tears of acceptance and the joy of their love. He spoke of their marriage in a small country church surrounded by white lilies and roses, champagne toasts, and how beautiful she would be the first time he called her Mrs. Samuelle. Then he continued to talk of their children they would have, at least one of each, with their mother’s smiles and perhaps his green eyes. How they would watch their children as they grew, protect them, nurture them and prepare them for the life that lay ahead of them. He spoke of birthdays, holidays, graduations and simple times of just being together.

His voice, now broken many times by his tears continued, “Nikita, right here, right now, I pledge my life to you, my heart and my soul. It’s yours my love, now please fight for it. I know you’re tired and I know that you’re scared. But I’m right here with you and I know that you are strong. So please, please my love. Fight. Fight for us, for me, for our children.”

He paused for a moment consumed by tears and took a shuttering breath, “I can’t live without you.” Then he laid his head on her forehead and simply continued to release his grief and fear.

*****

David hated the new accommodations but he always hated being away from his offices and his house. Marco kept this in mind as his employer ranted about almost every detail of the house that Marco had arranged for him. He hated it all, the placement of the house, the rooms, the contents, the food – all of it. But Marco took it, as he took all the shit that David threw his way for years and years. He had taken it and taken it and he finally knew that an end was in sight. Carla was already in place in the hospital and Adrian would have teams converging anytime soon, they were waiting for Marco’s signal that David was moving.

As much as Marco wanted this to happen, he also knew that the living hell he had been in was coming to an end. And sometimes the hell that you knew was better than the hell that you didn’t. And Marco knew that Adrian would have another hell awaiting him. He began once again to wonder how he did this anymore at all.

He was abruptly pulled from his thoughts, “So when can I get to see to see her and get the hell out of here?”

He responded immediately, “Very soon actually. I have a team at the hospital now and I expect a report within the next the hour. After we have the profile set then we can leave.”

“Spare me all the details. I couldn’t care less. When Marco, that’s all I care about? When can I see her?”

“I can’t give you an exact time, but within the next four hours we should be moving.”

The next thing that Marco knew there was a gun pressed tightly to the back of his neck, “You better pray that you are ready in the next four hours, because I am not waiting another minute than that. Am I making myself clear on that?”

Marco didn’t skip a beat. Actually he was amazed as his calmness, at how easily he had come to actually accept his death, “Perfectly.”

*****

Carla made her way to Nikita’s room. After the walk with Madeline she was bored with the older woman and her ramblings. She couldn’t care less actually about the production, she just wanted to survive to live another day. She knew the Adrian really decided her fate, her performance on this mission decided her fate next. She wanted to be spectacular.

She wanted to be the one that finally took down David Fanning and his organization. Then she would get the recognition that she deserved. She had earned it. All these years being Adrian’s gopher, her glorified assistant instead of a full-fledged operative, she finally had her chance and she was not going to blow it.

She hated what she had to do to Nikita, but it really hadn’t been much, just sprinkle some liquid in strategic places in her apartment. Yeah she had to wear a respirator and a full suit to do it. But that hadn’t been so bad. It had only been once, thank God. Trying to pull that off without any of the neighbors noticing had not been the easiest thing to do. But it had only been once. Besides she didn’t know what the stuff was. She wasn’t really responsible after all, she was just doing what she was told to do.

None of this was her fault.

Was it?

No.

It couldn’t be.

If it was she couldn’t live with herself.

No, of course it wasn’t her fault. She was following orders. Like a good operative.

Besides, Nikita wouldn’t die. She was an innocent. Innocents didn’t die, that didn’t happen.

Did it?

No, of course not.

But then she walked into Nikita’s room and realized that she should have knocked as she saw Michael pouring his heart out to the unconscious Nikita. Devoting himself to her.

She saw a love more pure than she thought was even possible.

What had she done?

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