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Date Posted: Saturday, June 15, 06:25:48pm
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Nikita507
's message, "The Outside Operative" on Thursday, May 23, 11:22:41pm
Michael had always been the most stoic man Walter knew; even while upset, so Walter was taken back while Michael paced on the other side of the glass wall between his area and Nikita’s room. He was fuming, not that Walter blamed him.
“I should have taken her to another city… another country… somewhere that the doctors would just understand… would think positively,” Michael spat as he shook his head from side to side. “When I first denied that she was brain dead, they belittled me… so I moved her hospital… and then I finally got one doctor to admit that she wasn’t… that there were signs… but then the lectures started about she may never wake up… her life might not be worth anything…”
Walter felt his jaw twitched. “But you have been right, Michael. You don’t have to listen to what they said… they are preparing you for what could be the truth… what they think.”
“It’s been a bit better here… at least at the beginning when I gave the money for this space… and each time I felt that they were pushing me to listen to their lectures and speeches about the quality of her life and how bad it could be, I just threw more money and got someone new around… and pushed them further away.”
Walter didn’t know why Michael hadn’t taken Nikita out of the hospital. It wasn’t that she needed a ventilator and the feeding tube and other medical life-sustaining equipment could have been maintained by a visiting nurse.
“Nikita was never like these people… she always was the positive nurse…”
“Sit down, Michael… wearing a path in the floor isn’t going to help you… and it isn’t helping my Sugar. You are all that she needs right now. I believe that.”
“They said that she probably won’t be able to talk… hell, they act like I don’t understand that she may not remember what happened… me… Section… I know that she might not remember those things… I know that she is going to be going thru a lot of things… but to say that she won’t improve… while there is no proof to that being the case…”
Walter stepped in front of Michael and placed his hands firmly on the strong man’s shoulders. Michael could have easily pushed him away, but Michael stopped and looked at Walter. Without doing anything else, Michael took a deep breath. That allowed Michael to collect himself. Walter watched the transformation happen as Michael returned to be more like the man that Walter knew. It may not have been the best thing, but Michael had to stop the rant that he was on.
Taking a step back, Michael bobbed his head up and down once and then sat down on the chair and looked into the room where Nikita was.
Michael walked down the street from his house with the family that Section One made him have. The family that he had finally told Nikita about four days ago when they were last together. But he had waited until he was ready to leave to return to duty at Section, not knowing that Section was then going to send him back to Elena and Adam for an extended visit. Nikita was quiet when he left but he saw the tears in her face. He wasn’t sure if she would ever be there for him again after the lies that he had told her.
He should have told her before anything happened in Lyons.
Now he was stuck playing father. He was Adam’s father, but it was an act because Michael knew that his son was just a pawn in a mission that was for the greater good of humanity. While he should be thinking about the ramifications of this ill-conceived mission that now involved a living and breathing child, he thought about the wordless reaction from Nikita.
Elena had put Adam down for a nap and Michael needed out of the house. He walked to the nearby coffee shop and he now stepped inside to get a large latte. He held it in his hands and settled outside, in the table that was as a far away from the sidewalk and in the shade. But he was startled when the chair at the table pulled out.
“He isn’t your son,” Nikita declared as she sat down, a coffee in her hands also. Michael swallowed and glanced to make sure that they were in the shadows and not noticed. “Don’t do this to yourself, Kita. I’ve seen the test results.”
“He isn’t your son,” Nikita announced again as she then sipped the coffee and sat it down. She glanced at Michael’s eyes as they studied her. She sighed. “The test results… Section ran them for you, right?”
“It would serve no purpose to lie to me about those results… they ordered me to be with Elena and they could have ordered me to believe that Adam was mine,” Michael spoke as he leaned back slightly while a car drove down the street. “Don’t do this, Kita.”
Nikita shook her head slightly and then pulled her hair back. “I saw him… there is a distinct possibility that he isn’t yours, correct?”
Michael swallowed hard and nodded his head. “I helped settle Elena down. She had been a bit of a wild-child.”
“He isn’t yours,” Nikita announced as she stood up. “Let me prove it.”
“This isn’t going to change things, Nikita… You are just going to be more upset with the results prove he is mine.”
“I know that he isn’t,” Nikita tensely spoke as she leaned down to look into Michael’s eyes. “I’ve always been able to tell things, Michael. I can feel this.”
“You haven’t even met him.”
“I saw him,” Nikita stood back up straight and her eyes studied the street, careful of anything that may get her noticed. “I’m a nursing student, Michael. I have connections. Let’s test independently from Section.”
Michael paused to think about it, because Nikita did have a valid point. But he just didn’t see why Section would lie about this. They did not allow operatives to have children. Then Michael knew that he hadn’t allowed himself to think about the manipulations that Section could do to him with threats to Adam’s life. They would have tremendous power over him. “I’ll work on it…”
But Michael glanced to see that Nikita was gone in thin air. He had almost thought that it was all his imagination since he had been thinking of her, but left on the napkin on the table was a phone number.
She knew that he would get the tests done.
Walter had returned with a fresh pitcher of water when Michael looked at him. “She always had a sense about me. I didn’t want to admit that I had a sense about her until I arrived at that hospital.”
“I have no doubt,” Walter replied as he poured a glass for Michael and handed it to him. “She’ll prove it to all the naysayers.”
“She always has,” Michael nodded his head as he took a sip and then stood up to go into Nikita.
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