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Date Posted: Friday, May 31, 07:47:14pm
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Nikita507
's message, "The Outside Operative" on Thursday, May 23, 11:22:41pm
It had started out as a mission against Freedom League. Despite what Nikita felt, Section One wasn’t chasing after her. She was dead. They weren’t looking for her. She was a nonfactor. But it would be so easy to slip back into those thoughts of her being at risk. It was so easy to buy into those thoughts and rationalize a reason to bring Nikita back inside of Section One for her safety.
But a Michael stood waiting to act upon those thoughts, he was taken back to the thoughts that he had while he was on that abandoned boat with Nikita. It was after they finally allowed all the barriers down and just acted upon what they felt and neither of them wanted to lose that connection.
It was that connection, more than physical and more than emotional, that made it easy for Nikita to tell Michael that he had to take her back in. He didn’t want to lose her. But taking her in would change her. He wouldn’t have access to the woman that she was right now. Yes, he wasn’t sure when he would have contact with her again – if at all – but at least it would be Nikita being Nikita.
She was afraid of being alone, more now than ever before. But she had been hiding and not living. If she would have done something more than drift, Michael was sure that she would have never been pulled into this situation.
Section One wasn’t looking for her. She could probably walk right past Madeline or Operations and they might not even notice her unless she looked at them longer. She was off their radar.
“It’s time,” Nikita looked at Michael with eyes that had lost some of that little glimmer of life that had surfaced before he touched her on that boat, before the passion had set fire to their beings. The life in her eyes burned brightly while they were wrapped together, until they allowed themselves to start to think.
The plan that they had plotted together in the moonlight of the window would work. Nikita would come back to Section One. The target would be back on her back and this time it would be even harder to watch for her, because they would suspect something more between them. Yes, bringing her in injured would give on the surface the look that the Freedom League had her all of this time, but why even go down that path while she was already marked as dead?
“This is wrong,” Michael reached up and cupped Nikita’s cheek. “There will be another way.”
“So I can worry about you? So I can hide and run? Be scared?”
“You can learn. Go to school. Be there for those moments that I can get away,” Michael rasped and Nikita jerked. “I’ll want to help you.”
“Better to be out here than in there,” Michael whispered.
“This isn’t life,” Nikita emotionally spoke, echoing the words that he had heard while standing naked beside her. She was lonely but she had no idea how much more lonely it would be inside of Section if she went back. How much more dangerous it would be inside.
“You give me life by being out here,” Michael stroked her cheek as he stared into her blue eyes. “I can beat you up and take you back… and it will kill a part of me, Kita… a part of me that will never come back because I’ll take you back to your tormentor.”
The tears started to come out and Michael flinched. He knew that she didn’t trust in herself to be out here. So many people had failed her, but he would fail her even more if he allowed this to happen. “Stay out. You will be my motivation to change things… because I will find ways to be with you… to change the game… to come to you to have life…”
Nikita jerked away. “How dare you?”
“I do this because I love you,” Michael turned Nikita to look at him. He felt her entire body quake. He doubted that she ever heard those words said to her before.
And she was silent. Unable to speak.
“I’ll find a way… I’ll find a way back to you… but you have to stay clear… go to school… be something more than a waitress… but I’ll find a way to be with you… to be free – even if it ends up being only hours a year, that will be more than enough for me if I’m with you out here,” Michael explained as he pulled her into his arms. “It wouldn’t be life if I took you in.”
“Hey, you going to tell me what you are thinking about?” Walter inquired gently as he looked up from the Mexican take out that he had gone out and brought in. Michael looked at the chip that he had in his hand and sighed. “Lyons.”
“And you aren’t going to give me those details,” Walter accepted as he nodded his head up and down. “You were ok with stolen moments?”
Michael glanced at Walter and then took a sip of his water as he looked over at Nikita’s bed. They weren’t stolen moments.
“Ok… so what can you talk about?” Walter inquired as he sighed while looking around the room. “Because my Sugar isn’t going to magically wake up and be ready to leave.”
He forced himself to eat some food and to wipe his mouth with a napkin. “I told her that I didn’t want her to do anything with Section… that I needed her away from Section… to never get involved.”
“Did you actually believe that she was going to listen? When did she ever listen?” Walter snorted as he shook his head.
“I’m glad that she didn’t.”
“Why?” Walter inquired as he was almost afraid to ask.
“I would have died,” Michael slapped the Styrofoam lid down on his dinner. “You know how that bomb didn’t function properly not long after Freedom League and before I could go in and fix it… and I surely would have died with it… I was shot…”
“Sniper,” Walter stated and then closed his eyes. “She shot you?”
“You taught her well,” Michael stood up and went to the bed, leaving Walter with so many more questions and Michael remembering too much.
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