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Date Posted: Tuesday, January 01, 11:50:05pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 506" on Tuesday, January 01, 11:48:20pm
”Down and up. Quickly, quickly,” the operative shouted at them as he paced in his heavy boots in front of them, walking across the cold concrete while their hands scraped against the freezing rough concrete that was left damp to cause them to know that the elements would just be bad. Sniffling to stop her nose from running, Nikita hopped to her feet and jumped up to grab the rope. She heard the yelling to go faster and after reaching the top, she dropped quickly to the floor to get back down on her hands into plank. Her arms were screaming in pain as she started another set of pushups, knowing that she wasn’t going fast enough.
She didn’t trust her sessions with Michael, she didn’t know what she thought about him, but she’d rather him than this.
She tried to ignore the blood that was now on her palms as she jumped for the rope again, this time it had been raised higher than before, but her hands gripped it and she went up the rope as the screaming continued, her body now becoming drenched with ice cold water from a high pressure water cannon that another operative was enjoying too much targeting her with as she struggled up, but she didn’t stop.
Everything ached as she got to the top but as she started down, another trainee, her roommate, only known as 940123 to the training operative, crashed down from the rope and the knee buckled. The yelps of pain started and Nikita got to floor and went back to her pushups. The trainee may have been 940123 to the training operative, but Nikita knew that her name was Samantha. She was being trained in ballistics when she wasn’t in these general trainings. But Nikita swallowed as she knew that the knee could not have been good.
“Keep moving… don’t make me report back to Michael that you slack, trainee,” the training operative hissed as he came over and placed his heavy boot on Nikita’s back, pushing her down as she struggled to push up in her pushup.
“Get back up 940123,” the directive was shouted even as the boot pushed down on Nikita’s back. She heard that other trainees had stopped, asking for medical help. But Nikita knew better and pushed up with her arms, finishing her set and jumping back to her feet. She glanced at the training operative and then grabbed a hold of the rope a fraction of a second before the water cannon started to hit her.
It was while she reached the top that the training operative pulled out a gun and killed Samantha right there.
Nikita heard the gasp but she got to the ground and started her pushups, even while the blood from the trainee trickled over towards her area. Nikita closed her eyes and continued on, knowing that the other times they had taken the injured trainee away. Only one that she knew of was given medical care. The others simply disappeared. Now she knew what she had feared.
Others shouted and protested. More operatives appeared in the room and Nikita continued as a robot until two boots came to stop in front of her. She could sense who it was as she opened her eyes and saw them. She finished the setup of pushups and jumped to her feet. She knew that she couldn’t hide her tears as she stood in front of Michael. She looked up for the rope and Michael shook his head from side to side once. She gasped and rolled her shoulders forward as she stood there, suddenly aware that the room was empty except for the dead body of Samantha. “Come along. You have more training today in languages.”
Nikita sat up in bed and gasped as she pushed her hair back. She blinked her eyes and shook her head with the dream. She leaned her head back against the headboard as Michael stirred next to her. She swallowed back the sour taste in her mouth and turned her head to the side.
Michael never spoke of that incident. Walter had talked her once about it not long after it had happened. He said she had showed her muster in that training when Operations and Madeline had thought that she would crack. Nikita had went back into the archives after becoming Operations and found out that she had continued with the training for forty minutes after Samantha was cancelled, not even looking as trainee after trainee was dragged out. The training operative had called for her to halt for ten minutes before Michael had arrived. Clearly they had called for Michael when Nikita didn’t respond.
“Kita?” Michael whispered as he rolled to his side and opened his eyes.
“Go back to sleep, Michael,” Nikita reached out and stroked Michael’s hair back, but he forced himself up. “Kita… Adam is fine. The surgery went well… he is coming home tomorrow morning…”
“You mean this morning,” Nikita corrected Michael with a half smile as she pulled her hand away from Michael and stroked her stomach, blinking back tears for the dream. She knew that she couldn’t have done anything. She wouldn’t be there with their child if she had reacted. But it didn’t stop her from feeling guilty for just continuing on.
Michael sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. “You had another dream…”
Nikita shook her head. “Just not… sleepy…”
Michael knew that it was a lie. He glanced at the clock and rubbed his eyes. This would be the third dream of the night to case Nikita to wake up. The first two he had heard her cry out in but not this one. They had been relentless since they came home from the hospital that first night, five nights ago. The one night, Michael was sure that Nikita could only sleep less than a half hour before having a dream. He was exhausted and he couldn’t imagine how tired Nikita was.
The timing couldn’t be worse. They had gotten over so much that had happened early in the pregnancy and things had been calming down. Nikita had even started to enjoy her pregnancy. But this injury that Adam had triggered a tailspin that no one could have predicted.
“I think we need to talk to Keane in the morning, Kita,” Michael rasped as he touched her shoulder and forced Nikita to look at him. He took the moment to wipe at the tears from her face. “This isn’t good for you or the baby.”
“We are fine,” Nikita huskily replied as she jerked her head away. “And this is nothing to do with being pregnant.”
“It’s stopping you from resting… you, and the baby, need sleep.”
Nikita shifted as she felt her entire body tightening in protest. “It’s a dream, Michael. He can’t stop dreams…”
“Tell me about it,” Michael attempted to get more information. Nikita swung her head. “It’s fading… you know… as soon as I woke up… it started to fade… I just didn’t… feel good about it…”
“Kita…”
“And we are going to bring Adam home in the morning… we won’t have time…” Nikita shook her head as she shifted and started to lean back, trying to motion for Michael that she was going to go to sleep.
“It is going to take hours for Adam to be released… they said that it wouldn’t happen before noon,” Michael pointed out. “And I don’t think that Keane is that busy… He called the day of the surgery.”
“Because Adam scared him,” Nikita retorted and Michael snorted. Adam had called Keane and told him about this surgery. Keane knew that Nikita would be taking it hard, but it had been too early for Keane to approach Nikita. But now was the time.
“Look, Michael,” Nikita whispered as she took Michael’s hand. “This isn’t a dream about being pregnant… or being a mother… and I’m sure that as soon as Adam’s back home… they will stop. I don’t like the family being split up like this.”
“Kita…”
“And I know that you are going to call him no matter what I say right now,” Nikita wearily spoke as she looked at Michael. “Can you just… hold me right now? Maybe that will help.”
“You should tell me about them.”
“Nothing to talk about,” Nikita shook her head in protest as she looked at Michael as he stroked her face. He sighed and turned the light off. He settled back down and Nikita settled in against his chest. “I wish I knew how to stop them, Michael… but they will.”
“It’s more than just you that is impacted by this… and more than just you and the baby… and me… everyone can tell and everyone just wants to help us,” Michael whispered as he kissed the top of Nikita’s head. He felt her sigh and he thought that was going to be all. But then Nikita’s hand started to move against his chest.
Nikita turned her head to look at Michael. “It’s a Section scar, Michael. And I don’t have the same abilities to do something… like I had been able to do in the past…”
Michael swallowed hard. He knew that before she was pregnant, sometimes when she would have a couple bad nights in a row, she would get them to stop by being The Angel. He didn’t agree with it, but the method worked and there was something good that become of it. He knew that Laura had been The Angel a couple times of late and had even done something the previous night. He knew that Nikita had to be involved – she was always involved. But setting up the action must not be the same as doing the work of The Angel.
“We have to find something.”
“I have to find something,” Nikita shook her head slightly with a sad gasp. “I know that you think you are in this with me, Michael… but I’m alone in those dreams… they are my dreams. I have to find the way to get this cycle to end…”
“Maybe Keane can find something that is safe… to help you sleep.”
“I wouldn’t chance it with the baby, Michael,” Nikita shook her head as she stopped her hand. She settled her ear against Michael’s chest and heavily sighed so Michael could feel it. “You are going to have your hands full with Adam since I can’t even help with getting him around… so let me worry about this, Michael. I’ll figure it out.”
“You can’t feel guilty about not being able to help Adam…”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Yes you did,” Michael kissed Nikita’s forehead as he then tilted his head back. “And you aren’t alone.”
“And you are still going to bother Keane about this…. So maybe we both should just try to sleep now. I’m sure that I won’t have another dream.”
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