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Date Posted: Saturday, January 15, 05:07:59pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 127+" on Wednesday, January 12, 05:48:16pm
Nikita leaned against Michael’s body with her good shoulder. She held the paper up to look at, feeling that it was so much more real than the scans. “I took the scans while I held her… Walter didn’t notice.”
“That’s why you decided to hold her,” Michael spoke and Nikita nodded her head up and down. “I knew that Walter would be crushed by doing that… and that he would find a way to keep them himself. I couldn’t risk it.”
“But it meant that you held her,” Michael pressed and Nikita blinked her eyes. “There are differing schools of thought on that, Michael. Some people believe a mother has to hold their child before handing it over… and others that believe it is easier if they don’t hold their child…”
“That’s when a mother wants to put a child up for adoption. I don’t think you wanted too. I know that you needed too,” Michael corrected Nikita with his own thoughts. There was nothing inside of Nikita that would have allowed her to give her child away if it had not been for Section. But he also worried that this wasn’t the right conversation for right now.
Michael reached out and looked at the paper. “You knew that it was hers when you saw it.”
Nikita nodded her head up and down, which didn’t hurt her shoulder nearly as much as other movements did. “I stared at the scans for a long time… I got to know them… I could have drawn them out to almost perfect detail.”
“Really?” Michael questioned and Nikita again gently nodded her head up and down. She pointed to the right hand. “See… there is a little heart shape from the lines on her right hand… it’s cute and dimpled… it’s absolutely perfect…”
“I see it,” Michael leaned closer and saw the little detail that Nikita was identifying. She even hovered her finger over the paint and then she pulled her hand over to the left foot. “See on her heel… her left heel is the letter M… I know that there are probably lots of letters when you look at prints and it is all objective… but I can see the M.”
Michael watched as Nikita’s finger outlined the area and he immediately saw it. “That’s pretty neat…”
“Her right heel has the N…” Nikita rasped as she moved her finger over to it and Michael stopped her hand as he then outlined it as he could see it. “She has a part of us on her, Kita.”
“I had the card… I could see it electronically… I knew that I scanned them… but seeing it like this… It’s like I have a part of her,” Nikita explained as she handed the paper over to Michael. “I don’t know why… but it makes me feel better.”
Michael could tell that Nikita seemed changed just a little bit by this paper arriving in her hands. “You really didn’t know what Mick was sending you.”
“I was worried,” Nikita admitted as she blinked her leaned her head down on Michael’s shoulder. “I have cards in other places. Security and stuff.”
“Where exactly?” Michael asked he wasn’t surprised to hear this. Nikita was turning out to be very savvy about making sure that she had contingency plans to her contingency plans. “You had one in that building in Florida, right?”
“Yeah,” Nikita admitted as she pressed her lips together, considering Michael’s request to find out where else she had things stashed. It was then that she realized that it wasn’t that important any longer. She wasn’t by herself planning on what may happen. The fact that nothing happened to her and no one came looking for her while she was in a trance in the convent meant that there probably wouldn’t be people coming after her. Or Michael. Or Adam. Or Jason, Walter, Davenport. “I have one in a safety deposit box in Toronto. One in Hawaii and one in Rome.”
“You went there…”
“I had other means and they may have been part of the way that I trained my operatives along with training Mick,” Nikita explained as she moved her eyes sharply to watch Michael’s expression. He was shocked and Nikita cleared her throat. “Remember that Mick was an actor paid to be Mick Schtoppel and then asked to be Mr. Jones.”
“Paid to pretend to be the man that was actually your father,” Michael commented and Nikita winced. “Believed to be my father.”
Michael didn’t touch that comment. He didn’t know what to make out of that statement and he knew better than to push when it was clear that Nikita had been through a lot of the PTSD flashes today. The fact that he hadn’t seen one since he returned with all the things that were going on amazed him, but he told himself that he couldn’t worry about why they weren’t happening right now.
“He decided that he liked the man known as Mick Schtoppel… and I knew that I could use him,” Nikita spoke as she turned away from the statement about her father. “So, if Davenport saw Mick, I’m guessing that Mick saw Davenport.”
“But did Mick know that Davenport was actually alive?” Michael asked and then shook his head as he looked at Nikita. “Of course he did… he contacted Mick most of the time for you.”
“Something like that,” Nikita rasped as she reached for Michael’s hand. “Earlier… when the PTSD was hitting rough and hard… I remembered the one time that I saw Mick after our daughter was born… right as Section was starting to shut down. When I said that he was freed from my tasks and that he should try to find his own way of life.”
“That doesn’t sound so traumatic,” Michael commented as he didn’t know why it would bother Nikita. Nikita tensed up and then exhaled. “It really isn’t… just as the event that I remembered with Elena… when she was telling me about Adam being sick…”
Michael exhaled as he heard Nikita’s voice crack. “While we were in Lyons?”
“You never told me that,” Nikita whispered.
“You never told me that you found out,” Michael replied as gently as possible because he really wasn’t hurt by Nikita not telling him about finding out. “And it wasn’t that I didn’t love Adam… I was worried… But I didn’t have the possibility of being in Adam’s life at that time. The only life I knew that I could have was inside of Section. I had to worry most about that life.”
“I wasn’t in Section,” Nikita pressed her lips together. “I guess I feel guilty that you were with me… in that way…”
“Without that night, we wouldn’t be here, Kita,” Michael sighed as he pressed a kiss on Nikita’s forehead. “Elena trusted you immensely. Always said that you were a great woman.”
“And that I’d be a great mother when I found the right man,” Nikita looked at Michael with her eyes filling with tears. She wiped at them and exhaled slowly. “She didn’t know that it would be with her own husband.”
“Those are unfortunately events, Kita. But we can’t change them because we are here now,” Michael held Nikita as he leaned back.
They stayed quiet and Michael could see that Nikita was drifting to sleep. He was wide awake and he had a sick son along with a house full of people. “Kita… you rest… I’m going to check on Adam…”
Nikita held onto Michael’s hand for a moment as he shifted and stepped out of the bed. When they had gotten into bed Michael had told her that once she had fallen asleep that he was going to take care of things. She understood that. So Nikita’s hand eased off from the grasp and allowed Michael to stand up. He looked around the room and then pressed a kiss on Nikita’s forehead, ensured that the ice was on her shoulder still, before walking towards the door.
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