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Date Posted: Wednesday, February 01, 07:25:23pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 372+" on Sunday, January 15, 12:29:17am
Michael turned his head as the back door opened up. Nikita slipped in and her blue eyes looked directly at him, as she knew he would be there. She pulled off the black cap and shook her hair out as Michael stood up and turned on some water on the stove. “Did it help?”
Nikita pulled off the gloves and dropped them to the floor with the cap while stepping out of the shoes that she had selected to wear, forgoing the mission boots due to the heat on this late summer sticky humid night. “Yeah.”
Michael nodded his head as he looked at the stove and then watched as Nikita pulled the long black sleeved shirt off while turning to grab a towel from the nearby closet to dry herself off from the perspiration that had gathered in her need to stay one with the night.
“I know that it seems crazy,” Nikita rasped as she looked at Michael again. “But I had to do this tonight…. And I feel better about it.”
“I don’t think it’s crazy,” Michael replied as he somehow understood how whenever she had those really bad moments that brought back Section so vividly in her mind, she had to find a way to make amends for what she thought she had done on her own. It was sad but Michael did not think it was crazy. “I just wish you didn’t feel that you needed to do it.”
“And I wish that Sabina never was touched by Section… but she is our daughter… so even though she only had a few moments of living in Section… she is never going to be the girl that she should have been because of us having been there,” Nikita rasped as she blinked back the tears. “And by doing this tonight… I make the world just a little bit better for her… that’s what I have to do.”
Michael moved towards Nikita and cupped her neck. “You can’t always make amends for things that you have no control about.”
“My mind feels more at ease now, Michael. I wasn’t going to get that quickly… and I needed to do this. Plus, it was for a good cause,” Nikita placed her hand up on Michael’s arm. Michael hitched a half smile. “So we are going to hear a story about the Angel tomorrow.”
“I will not confirm nor deny,” Nikita shrugged slightly. Michael rolled his eyes. “Adam is going to be happy.”
“I surely didn’t do this to make Adam happy.”
“It will make Davenport moving easier,” Michael stated as he dropped his arm from Nikita’s neck. Nikita sighed and then laughed. “You do know that the last Angel story was actually Davenport taking the reins.”
“I thought it was either Davenport or Tom.”
“Tom doesn’t do those things,” Nikita shook her head from side to side with that thought.
“And Adam knew that it wasn’t you,” Michael stated bluntly. Nikita dropped the towel and shrugged her shoulders. “Again, I won’t confirm nor deny.”
“But it was in the area,” Michael stated and Nikita shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe.”
“You changed cars,” Michael pointed out and Nikita smiled. “I knew that you were tracking that car. It makes sense.”
“It wasn’t too dangerous, was it, Kita?”
“We were Section One operatives, Michael. Nothing that the Angel has done, has been that difficult,” Nikita commented and then stopped. She cleared her throat. “At least of late. The Angel is much more careful.”
Michael was glad that he did not have to correct Nikita. She had been taking very risky things on before he had found her. He pulled out two mugs and looked at Nikita. “I know that it is warm… but you wanted hot chocolate, right?”
Nikita nodded her head up and down. “Yeah.”
“That really hasn’t changed… but that is absolutely not Section inspired attire,” Michael quipped as he looked at the bright pink sports bra that Nikita was standing in just before she pulled off the tight black tights that represented the last part of the skin that she had to put on to be the Angel. He knew that for Nikita she couldn’t get the clothes off quick enough.
Nikita glanced at the bra and cracked a smile. “Yeah…”
Michael went along the task of finishing up the instant hot chocolate and moved to the table while Nikita had retrieved a thin silk robe and had stashed her black clothes away to be washed. Nikita took a sip of the chocolate as she leaned back in the chair. “Did you put the box back in the closet?”
“Yes.”
Nikita paused and then took another sip of the chocolate. She placed the mug down with a frown. “No… I can’t hide it away like that.”
Michael blinked his eyes. “Kita?”
“I can’t give that box the strength to be negative… I had it in Section to protect the things that were precious. I gave it more power to have the bad memories by hiding it away. But it should be positive. It needs to be on the dresser.”
Michael wasn’t sure about this change at all. “Kita… are you sure?”
“I know that Beatrice would have a field day with everything I’ve done since that flash, Michael… and now the box… but it makes sense to me,” Nikita declared and Michael nodded his head. “Ok… can I get it out in the morning?”
“Yes,” Nikita nodded her head up and down as she looked at Michael. “Did you miss me?”
“I worried about you.”
“But Michael…”
“It wasn’t worry about what you were doing… it was worrying that this wouldn’t help you,” Michael stopped Nikita’s protest. Nikita reached out and squeezed his hand. “I wasn’t sure… but I knew that if it didn’t… you’d be here to help me figure it out.”
“I guess… I have to just get used to the fact that the Angel is never going to go fully away.”
“Is that such a bad thing?”
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