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Date Posted: Monday, February 28, 11:38:38pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 182+" on Friday, February 25, 07:10:01pm
The stain glass seemed so bright as she sat there in the pew, looking forward to the sun as it was coming into the church. She wasn’t sure how many hours she had been there, but it was the only place that she knew to come to last night.
It wasn’t that she was religious. She wasn’t praying to god to make things better. In fact, she almost thought that she was doomed to have nothing solved. Her mind was filled with thoughts and memories that wouldn’t stop.
And she deserved them.
The church was beautiful and decked out for the holidays as Michael walked up the stairs slowly. Inside was Nikita and he could only hope that she would not fight him or run from him. He had gotten Davenport to pull his men in close around the church. A tight perimeter in case she decided to run, because she had to stop running.
As the door opened, Michael saw the blonde hair of Nikita’s in a pew much like he had the other time he visited this church. He stood inside the vestibule as he stared at her, again, not rushing to her. He turned and saw Rhoda standing there. “How did you know?”
Rhoda looked at Michael. He had called her before she had a chance to call him. He had a sense of where Nikita could go at that time of night, but he couldn’t admit that he knew where Nikita had gone. “Sister Camille had called me. Nikita has been in there all night.”
Michael looked at Nikita’s head and he wondered how much pain she was in. He had done so many things wrong and then he allowed Nikita to slip out of his hands again. He had to find a way to get this stop. But he also knew that if this was where Nikita would run to, he would return here time after time to retrieve her. “I need to talk to her.”
“You need to fix this, Michael,” Rhoda whispered as she looked up at Michael. “Only you truly know her.”
“Sometimes I do,” Michael rasped as he nodded his head up and down. “Other times… I feel like I’m in the thickest fog because she can trap me out so easily. She got better with the years that passed… or I just got worse at reading her… It’s not the same… but yet it is the same.”
Rhoda licked her lips as she shifted her weight and looked towards the back of Nikita’s head. She had been staring straight ahead the entire time that she was. She didn’t even seem to move whenever a door would open and close. She didn’t notice parishioners coming and going past her. Rhoda looked at Michael. “You better not hurt her.”
“Believe me, that is not what I want… I want to find out what I can do to take her home… but I don’t even know if she will talk to me,” Michael spoke as he pulled his gloves off of his hands and looked straight ahead. He knew that Nikita wasn’t religious but he didn’t understand why she game here.
“It is a sanctuary for all, Michael,” Rhoda whispered as she could see the confusion in Michael’s eyes. She turned her head up slightly towards the stain glass and exhaled. “I can’t explain it, Michael. I can only hope that Nikita feels a little of what I feel when I look up like this.”
Michael walked down the aisle and slipped into the pew behind Nikita. He sat down off to the side of her and looked at her head as she continued to stare straight ahead. He inhaled and could just feel that presence that told him that it was Nikita. His body would only feel this way near his match. “Nikita.”
There was no response from her just as it had been that first time. He didn’t dare go too fast, no matter how much it pained him to go this slowly. Michael waited and looked forward at the details of the crucifix as he wanted to her to talk. There wasn’t even a fidget or any indication that she heard him. He parted his lips and sighed, “Kita.”
He watched as Nikita’s left shoulder bounced ever so slightly up and then down. Her right stayed rigid and firm which matched the stab wounds that she had received. She should have been resting and asleep. Not in this church all night.
Nikita knew that it was him and Michael ached to touch her. But he stayed there a long time before standing up and joining Nikita in the same pew, but with distance between them. “I want to talk and find out what is going on.”
Nikita didn’t answer and Michael turned to look at her more. It was as if they had lost all of the months that had occurred and gone back to that first day. Nikita’s face was again sullen and overnight had become sunken. Michael placed his hand up above his mouth as he took her in, feeling so guilty that she was like this because he had failed to realize that she was hurt. He should have found a way to get past that anger and to realize focus on her. He should have never left her alone in that bedroom last night. “Kita… please…”
Nikita jerked her head to turn towards him. Her blue eyes were filled with pain, but not a tear in sight. She glared at him and then dropped her head slightly so that she was not looking at his face. He noticed that her right leg started to bounce nervously. He slid closer. “I’m here to help you… to find out what I have to do to get you to come home…”
Nikita stared at him and almost said the word leave, as she had that first time. But she knew that it wasn’t the answer. The answer was that she was going to go back to the house, she just wasn’t sure when. There was nowhere else for her to go and she knew that she couldn’t lie. “Nothing,” Nikita spoke as she looked at him. “I was coming back.”
“You almost bled out last night, Kita,” Michael moved closer towards her. “And you left. Don’t blame me for being worried that you left for good.”
“You shouldn’t have to deal with me when I get like this… no one should…” Nikita declared as she turned her head to look forward again. The church was almost all the way decorated for the holidays. The tree was standing to the side and it had lights all about it. “It was around this time last year…”
Michael at first was confused, but then he thought about what Nikita had said. He did the math and realized that this had to be about the anniversary of when Section went dark for the final time. “Kita, you did a lot of good while you were there.”
“You don’t know that woman,” Nikita spoke as she closed her eyes.
“I don’t need to know that woman,” Michael announced with a strong voice. “Because we are both going to be different people than whom we ever were… because we have each other.”
Nikita didn’t respond. She stared straight ahead. Michael waited and rubbed his hands on the wooden pew in front of him. “Kita, we are going to get thru this. You made it out of Section and to me and my son. We are going to learn to stop hurting each other and then we are going to find our daughter. That isn’t a hope or a dream. That’s a promise.”
“Stop talking,” Nikita demanded with a loud voice. She turned her head slowly and looked at Michael. “I don’t think I can.”
“Why would you think that?” Michael questioned as he leaned towards Nikita, but Nikita turned her head forward again. She did not respond and Michael was left with the question unanswered. “Please, answer my question, Kita.”
“I’m not strong. The moment I killed my first guard… I felt like a recruit again… scared and lost…” Nikita turned and looked at him. “I felt that way for a long time. Then I was with you… and it was different… I was different… and I could feel even more things… It’s too much, Michael.”
“I love you, Nikita,” Michael spoke as he moved right beside her. “I can sit here with you until you are ready to go home.”
“Adam…”
“Adam is a good boy and he’ll get to school without me there,” Michael replied as he took the moment to reach out and pull Nikita’s hair away from her face. “Please come home, Kita.”
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” Nikita looked at him with a half smile. Michael nodded his head up and down. “I did tell Davenport and his men that they could take you by force if you tried to run from me again.”
“And Davenport is upset enough,” Nikita looked at Michael. “I don’t know why you put up with me, Michael.”
“Because we are meant to be together,” Michael leaned in and brushed his lips against her forehead. “Please, Kita… fight for us as you fought to give me my life with me son…. Give us that kind of shot, please.”
Nikita was quiet for a long time and Michael saw some tears roll down her face. He didn’t move. He didn’t dare to move. He was afraid that she was going to send him away and he didn’t want to be sent away. He needed Nikita to come back home with him.
“I’m tired,” Nikita leaned her head forward slightly. “And I never want to do that again, Michael. I don’t want to hold a gun… or have a communications unit… or anything like that again... never…”
“You don’t,” Michael whispered as he stroked Nikita’s head as she leaned against his shoulder. He felt some relief sweep over him.
“You can’t promise me that,” Nikita spoke and Michael paused his statement. In the end, if they were in danger, Nikita would do all of those things again. He held Nikita. “Let me take you home, Kita.”
Nikita lifted her head and nodded it up and down slightly while she rasped, “Ok.”
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