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Date Posted: Monday, February 06, 07:43:38pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 372+" on Sunday, January 15, 12:29:17am
Davenport placed the box into his car and turned back to get another box. Instead, he found Reagan standing there. He leaned against the bummer and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I knew that we’d see each other sooner or later.”
“You are the one that has been avoiding me,” Reagan commented as she didn’t seem upset about it at all. “It isn’t what is best for Sabina and Adam.”
“Adam is a teenager,” Davenport pointed out and Reagan nodded her head. “And he has had to deal with a lot of change… so it shouldn’t surprise you that he is disappointed that you are moving.”
“I’m moving so you can have the space.”
“I have a room,” Reagan countered and Davenport shook his head. “You need the apartment space. Michael and Nikita… they are learning to be a family with Adam and Sabina. You need this space and I have a girlfriend.”
“Who I have spent more time with since you have been sneaking in while I’ve been elsewhere,” Reagan spoke as she now shoved her hands into her pockets. “We broke up for good reasons, Davenport. And it was years ago.”
“That hasn’t been why I’ve been avoiding you,” Davenport commented and Reagan turned away. “You men… just so… bad at lying.”
Davenport watched as Reagan headed back inside, clearly not done with this conversation yet. He had been able to put it off this long and now he didn’t have a choice. He sighed and walked inside. “Reagan, you don’t know everything that went on inside of Section.”
“I knew more than you thought I did,” Reagan turned and sat down on one of the wooden chairs that Davenport was leaving behind. “You backed off because they were threatening my family.”
Davenport pressed his lips together. “And because, we weren’t right.”
“I knew that too,” Reagan sighed as she looked up at Davenport. “But in there… just any escape… was enough.”
He hadn’t thought of it that way. Davenport frowned as he scratched at his ear. “Did you know that I followed you for a couple days before Michael and Nikita approached?”
“I felt something was going on. First time ever since I got out,” Reagan stated as she rubbed at her wrist. “But in ways, I expected it would happen at some point.”
“Not like this,” Davenport looked around and Reagan smiled slightly. “I was needed… for them…”
“Sabina has been on her best behavior… but she amazes us all,” Davenport warned and Reagan nodded her head. Davenport paused and leaned forward. “What’s wrong?”
“Maybe I don’t want this space for myself,” Reagan spoke as she shook her head from side to side. “Not because it was yours… but because… I have been alone since I got out.”
Davenport shook his head. “You need to give this time… because you are going to find that we all have too much to give now… it must be some odd rebound-Section thing going on…”
Reagan was confused and Davenport groaned as he leaned his head back. “Don’t you dare tell anyone this… especially Adam… but it has been just as hard for me to leave as it has been for Adam to watch me move?”
It was clear that Reagan was struggling with this concept. “Adam became more to me… I mean, I’m more than an uncle… not quite his brother… I care for him as I do everyone else.”
“Because Nikita got you out,” Reagan commented and Davenport paused. Then he shook his head. “I got over that a long time ago. Obviously you didn’t hear how bad Nikita had it when she was getting out… we all had her protection getting out. She set us up… she didn’t get that, or rather, she didn’t think she was going to get that and it was harder for her…”
Reagan leaned back in the chair and Davenport sighed. “I’m only telling you this because you are going to be living here… but it was bad, Reagan. You saw her having a PTSD flash… and Michael found her living in a convent… not talking to anyone… and running around being the Angel… and she was a ghost… and when she did come to Michael, she brought a whole bunch of gifts that I will never be able to thank her enough for.”
“Angel?” Reagan leaned forward. “The Angel? The one that no one knows who it is? That’s Nikita?”
“It used to be just Nikita,” Davenport swallowed hard as he wasn’t sure if Michael and Nikita wanted this piece of information out. He had to soften this a bit. “I took a turn or two of being the Angel now… but at first it was a way for Nikita to… atone for her sins… or what she thought were her sins…”
“And that is why you have stayed here? That’s why you watch after her?” Reagan questioned. Davenport shook his head as he picked up another box. “I’m here because they do the same for me…. It’s some odd little family… and it works… and I think it is the only way any of us would find the way out here.”
“It doesn’t change my mind. I don’t want to live in here,” Reagan countered and Davenport shrugged his shoulders. “Believe me… you’ll change your mind.”
Reagan cleared her throat just as Davenport was almost out of the building. “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you. It was childish.”
“We both were being that way,” Davenport agreed as he looked at Reagan. “And I have to thank you for something.”
“Thank me?”
“Yes,” Davenport nodded his head up and down. “I don’t think I could have been the right man for Ellie if we hadn’t dated in Section… and for that, I thank you.”
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