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Date Posted: Wednesday, May 04, 10:31:40pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 224+" on Sunday, May 01, 07:04:31pm
”Kita… about how you told me earlier I was your trainer…” Michael slowly questioned as he came out of the bedroom where Nikita had left him to sleep, hoping that he would regain some of his memories before waking up. She had gone to the kitchen to sit there and try to think about anything other than how different this Michael was.
“You were… are…” Nikita replied as she looked at him and saw his disheveled hair and how he was still pulling at the pink robe that was now showing to be too small.
“It doesn’t seem right,” Michael shook his head. “You are helping me now.”
“I’m your material, Michael,” Nikita coolly spoke as she tried to protect herself right now. He moved to the counter and leaned down so he could look at Nikita. “So I taught you this stuff…”
“Yes,” Nikita nodded her head up and down.
“I taught you… how to kill…” Michael drawled out as he looked down to the material of the countertop. Nikita nodded her head and cleared her throat. “In at least a hundred different ways.”
Michael winced as he turned his head away. He didn’t like how Nikita said that as if it was nothing. He rubbed his hands along the counter and swallowed. “Ah… I didn’t treat you like you are treating me…”
“I was a recruit,” Nikita quickly identified as she turned to face Michael. “Recruits stayed inside of Section during training… training began a 4 am in the morning… if not earlier.”
“So I mistreated you,” Michael declared and Nikita shook her head. “You treated me as fairly as the other trainers did with their material.”
Michael pushed up as he swung his head from side to side. “It was wrong.”
“You didn’t have a choice, Michael,” Nikita gently replied as she looked at him, knowing that he truly didn’t although it hadn’t made it easier for her. She looked at him and wondered if he actually thought this way when his cold Section One exterior with all of its memories were in place. Part of her wanted to think that but another part doubted it.
Michael walked to the doors to the balcony and looked outside for a while. “You made a choice to do this… to protect me…”
“It is also selfish of me,” Nikita cleared her throat quickly. “I protect myself by protecting you.”
“You should have told them,” Michael turned to look at Nikita. She rolled her shoulders back. “It’s too late now.”
“Why?” Michael inquired and Nikita got to her feet. She walked to Michael with a shiver going down her spine. He looked not much different than he had in Lyons. She stroked the hair off of his face and stood beside him to look outside. “IN ways… despite what Section makes you do to me… and makes us do to others… I’m learning to live…”
Michael parted his lips as he looked at Nikita. He then licked them slowly as if he was about to kiss her. Nikita stepped back slightly and placed her hand on Michael’s chest. He took her hand away and shook his head. “You give me too much credit.”
“You’ve never allowed yourself to have enough credit,” Nikita countered as she then turned away, needing space for the moment.
And to remind herself that Michael would never remember this.
“Sugar… you damn well should have gotten me out of that waiting room,” Walter grumbled as he walked into the surgery waiting room which was void of others. Nikita lifted her head from the chair that she was on, her legs pulled up underneath her body. She slowly pulled her body up to drop her legs back to the ground and Walter shook his head. “Tell me about what you were remembering.”
Nikita shook her head from side to side. “I wasn’t thinking about memories or things like that, Walter.”
“Like hell,” Walter shook his head and Nikita sat up a bit more. “I was thinking about all the things that will have to be done for when Michael comes home… and I didn’t forget to get you… they just moved Michael fast…”
Walter sat across from Nikita and crossed his arms. “I don’t believe you.”
“And I don’t care,” Nikita shook her head from side to side. “I called Adam… and I found out why Michael had an appendix…”
“Really?” Walter questioned as he shook his head. He had hoped to hear that Michael had somehow gotten Nikita to talk about whatever was going on in her head, but that shouldn’t have been expected of Michael.
“Several operatives always kept them… although their medical records wouldn’t show that… in fact, they even did a laparoscopy and Michael only found out that he was one of the few that got to keep his when he was profiling a probably mission that would have inquired him to actually lose it…” Nikita explained as if it was a bedtime story. It sounded farfetched but with Section, everything was possible.
Walter sat there while Nikita stared at the door and rubbed her hands along her legs. Walter groaned and leaned forward. “Come on, Sugar… It’s me… you can tell me anything.”
Nikita shrugged her shoulders. “Nothing to tell you.”
Nikita stood up and walked to the door. She looked out and then to the clock. Ellie had said that it wouldn’t be a long surgery.
Unless something went wrong.
“He is going to be fine,” Walter spoke as he saw Nikita turned away and rubbed her head against her forehead. He sighed and rolled his shoulders back. “You can take a rest, Kita… it’s so very late and I’ll wake you… And then I’ll take you home…”
“I’m not going home,” Nikita announced and Walter shook his head. “You hate hospitals.”
“Have you ever seen Michael stay in MedLab?” Nikita posed the question. Walter had been thinking about this. If Nikita was bad, Michael was the worst.
“He isn’t going to do anything, Kita… he’ll listen to Ellie,” Walter tried to say without shaking his head. But he did shake his head. Nikita had a valid point. She may be the only person who would be able to talk Michael into staying, and that was a very unlikely. “I’ll call Davenport and have him keep him here.”
Nikita shook her head as she returned to the chair that she had been in when Walter arrived. “You should go home, Walter.”
“And leave you alone?”
“Michael is in surgery… with Ellie… I’m not alone,” Nikita shrugged her shoulders as she leaned her head back and covered her mouth as she yawned. Walter crossed his arms. “I’m not staying for you. I’m staying to protect Michael from you.”
Nikita rolled her eyes and turned her head away.
And saw Michael sitting with the pink robe on.
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