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Date Posted: Sunday, July 03, 06:20:57pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 268+" on Sunday, June 19, 04:50:40pm
Jason looked at the can and couldn’t believe that it was empty. He turned to the side and tried to toss it in the overflowing recycle bin but it just bounced off the pile of cans and rolled down the floor. Jason was thirsty and he knew that he should just move the refrigerator into the office with him.
Standing up, Jason rubbed his hands across his face and knew that he should stop and take a shower. He had hair almost determined to be called a beard, but he looked back at the computer screen and shook his head.
He was getting close to a break thru!
He was about in the kitchen when there was a pounding at the door. Turning around to open up a cabinet, he grabbed the small gun and walked towards the door. No one was to come over. Daisy had said that she wasn’t going to come back into the house until he cleaned up - so it meant that he couldn’t have any disruptions until he found Nikita and Michael’s daughter.
He moved to the door and shoved the gun into the back of his pants as he unlocked it to Nikita. “Did you find something out?”
Nikita walked in and closed the door. She tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. Then she extended her hand. “Gun.”
Jason looked away and stepped back. He didn’t respond until Nikita moved forward again, with her hand still extended. “Jason. The gun.”
Knowing that Nikita knew, Jason pulled it out and turned the handle towards Nikita. She rolled her eyes as she placed it down. “Not going to hurt anyone if it isn’t loaded.”
“I… never was good with them,” Jason turned away and Nikita followed. She looked around the place and swallowed. “What’s going on here, Jason?”
“I’m looking for your daughter,” Jason snapped and Nikita shook her head back and forth. “I asked for help with that… I didn’t want it to become an obsession… and it is an excuse.”
“An obsession? An excuse? What the hell are you talking about Nikita?” Jason shouted and Nikita swallowed back her initial reaction. She blinked her eyes and looked around the place again.”Jason… this is you… not dealing with things.”
“When did you become the psychologist?”
“Jason,” Nikita spoke gently. “I’m not Operations any longer.”
“I know that.”
“Do you?” Nikita tilted her head to the side and walked into the kitchen. She found a garbage bag and walked passed Jason. She walked into the office and shook her head. “I want to find her too, Jason… and I had to learn that it can’t be the only thing in my life… and she isn’t even really related to you.”
Nikita picked up the cans and started to put them into the trash. She looked right at Jason as he shook his head back and forth. “Don’t make me cut you from those resources Jason.”
“I run internal only.”
“Don’t test me,” Nikita spoke firmly and Jason rolled his shoulders back. “I don’t get this… this is the priority…”
“No,” Nikita shook her head from side to side. “But I think this is an escape… and you needed that even more once Beatrice came into the picture.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Jason shook his head while he started to go towards his computer. Nikita stepped in front of him. She looked him into the eyes and then used a hand to make him look at her. “I should have handled this while you were in Section… but I was still living with a lot of guilt about what happened to Birkoff… But you aren’t your brother… and I’m not even sure if you had ever come to terms of being a twin, let alone a brother.”
Jason jerked away and spun around. “I am living the life I want.”
“This is how Birkoff lived in the end,” Nikita rasped as she thought back. “When was the last time you were outside?”
“Why does that matter?” Jason inquired as he continued to shake his head from side to side.
“Birkoff hadn’t seen the outdoors… in probably months… maybe for even more than a half of a year… He stayed holed up inside of Section… His station was piled with… Oreo wrappers…”
“I hate Oreos,” Jason muttered and Nikita swallowed hard. “I never knew that. I bet we never even told you about that fact about your brother.”
Jason turned and rubbed his hands thru his hair. “I don’t understand what this all has to do with each other…”
“Daisy is scared for you… and came to me. Do you know what that means?” Nikita asked as she frowned. “Come on, Jason…”
“How did you get so… so… better? So quickly?” Jason asked as he turned and sat down on the couch. Nikita went to the other end of the couch and settled down.
“I’m not better,” Nikita corrected him quickly. “But I’m learning to cope.”
Nikita leaned towards Jason as he looked at her, giving up the defense that he was ok. He knew that Nikita was seeing that he was struggling and he knew that she felt slightly guilty for it. “Jason, I doubt that I’ll ever be able to deal with everything that has happened to me… but I’m learning to cope. Coping is good.”
“How?” Jason rasped as he leaned forward. “I’ve had half of the stuff… happen to me... probably less than half… and my mind is just… screwed up… how did you start to cope?”
Nikita swallowed as she felt odd giving the answers. “I started to talk to a therapist… Beatrice has helped me.”
“I can’t talk to her as a therapist…. She is… she is... she’s…” Jason started and then struggled. He jerked when he felt Nikita take his hand and squeeze it. “She can’t be your therapist… because she is your aunt.”
Jason turned his head away as he felt the sting of tears that he had been trying to hide from fill his eyes. Nikita squeezed his hand before finally tugging it to make him look at her. “But talking to her… I think that will help you…”
Jason shrugged his shoulders and Nikita tugged at him again. “And talking to Walter… because Walter was the closest to Birkoff… and he has done a good job… better than I have… seeing you as not being Birkoff… and you need to hear about your twin too.”
Jason finally found his hand being released. He looked at it and rubbed it with his other hand. “Now?”
“No,” Nikita shook her head as she stood up. “You have some other things to take care of.”
Jason watched as Nikita looked around his place and he couldn’t believe that he had allowed it to get this bad. He saw the empty pizza boxes and bowed his head in shame. “I got to clean… and shave.”
“You might have some help with that,” Nikita indicated as she looked towards the door. “You should see who is at the door.”
“No one is there,” Jason stated and Nikita tilted her head as she shrugged her shoulders slightly. Jason wasn’t sure what kind of game Nikita was playing, but he surely hoped that it wasn’t Beatrice or Walter behind that door. He moved thru the rooms and opened the door. “Daisy.”
“Let me help,” Daisy spoke as she meekly looked at Jason. Nikita watched as Jason stepped outside and wrapped his arms around her. Nikita eased out of Jason’s place and walked away without another word.
It felt good to help.
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