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Date Posted: Monday, November 22, 05:09:01pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 57+" on Thursday, November 18, 06:39:07pm
Michael walked into his son’s bedroom and closed the door. “You were quiet at dinner tonight.”
“Everyone was quiet, Dad,” Adam retorted as he turned away from his computer and tilted his head. Michael knew that Adam was challenging him to counter what he had said. Adam was right – it was very quiet.
“Maybe if you would have started to talk to Walter, it would have helped,” Michael pointed out gently as he sat down on the edge of Adam’s bed. Adam frowned and shook his head. “You are making a mistake.”
“Me?” Michael questioned and Adam nodded his head up and down. “You should talk to Nikita like she is going to respond. She answers questions.”
Michael sighed. Adam was speaking the truth, but it was such a narrow view of what Nikita was responding too. Adam would ask if Nikita wanted to walk television with him after dinner and Nikita would answer with either “yes”, “no” or “maybe”. That wasn’t truly talking at all. “We need to wait for her.”
“We need to ask her questions,” Adam declared as he leaned forward. “You should ask her about my sister.”
“Oh no,” Michael swung his head from side to side. He knew that this would just alienate Nikita further from them. “That could make Nikita leave. We aren’t going to ask her.”
“But if you don’t ask her, she’ll never give you information on her own,” Adam declared firmly. “I can ask her.”
“No,” Michael firmly announced with a glare at Adam. His son was not the expert on Nikita and Michael knew that Adam was so stubborn once he got an idea in his head. Michael knew also that a simple command like he had given no longer worked with Adam. He needed more – a reason why the answer was no. “She has talked to me some, son… and it is between myself and Nikita. What I can tell you is that it is not about that first year in Section. It is very vague comments about the end… and it hurts her to think about that.”
“So, the older stuff should be easier to talk about,” Adam rationalized and Michael rubbed the bridge of his nose, knowing that his headache was going to last most of the night after this conversation.
“She can’t talk about that stuff, Adam. I can see it…. That haunts her even more than what happened at the end… That is protected thoughts in her mind and anything that is close to that closes her down quicker than anything else,” Michael attempted to explain.
Adam rolled his eyes and shook his head. “She knows something… or maybe we should look for Mick.”
“Should look? Isn’t that what you have been doing already?” Michael questioned as he looked at his son. Adam turned to snap his computer monitor off, red flashing over his cheeks with the recognition that his father had caught on. “I taught you how to hack into things, Adam. If you think you can do it to me, don’t think that I can’t do it in return.”
“Or you just have Jason do it,” Adam frowned with defeat. Michael shrugged his shoulders slightly. “That is the benefit of having friends to depend upon…. And it also means that you should leave the grown-up work to the grown-ups.”
Adam leaned his head back and looked at his father. “I could have a true honest-to-god, real family, dad. Don’t you want to give that to me?”
“I am your family,” Michael whispered as he leaned forward and pulled Adam’s chair closer to the bed. “It would be nice if things fell together perfectly. But that isn’t life, Adam. You’ve heard that many times before.”
“But just this once…”
“We are living a dream that Nikita is free,” Michael pointed out gently as he dropped his hands from the chair. “It’s going to take time, Adam. She is hurting… and to push someone who is hurting… you can make it worse.”
“Or it could make it better,” Adam countered and Michael shook his head. “Adam, I’m not giving you a choice. You are going to let this go.”
“So I’m not allowed to talk to Nikita now?” Adam asked for clarification immediately. He also knew that his father would never tell him to stop talking to Nikita. Nikita answered Adam almost 75% of the time, which was greater than anyone else who was in the house.
“I didn’t say that Adam,” Michael warned as he sighed. “Please, Adam… listen to me on this one.”
“I don’t like it,” Adam pouted as he crossed his arms over his chest. “And I’m still going to look for Mick.”
“Don’t think you are the only one,” Michael commented as he stood up. Michael looked around the room and sighed. “Your homework is done?”
“Like an hour ago,” Adam rolled his eyes with annoyance. Michael knew that school was not challenging Adam enough but Adam had made it clear that he did not want to skip any grades that he wanted to be as normal as possible. But it also meant that Adam was often bored and not challenged. Before Walter sent his first package in the mail, Michael had been able to keep Adam busy, but lately Michael had found it almost impossible to keep up with anything.
“Then you should come downstairs and watch television with all of us,” Michael chided his son. Adam sighed as he stood up. “So I can see Nikita not talk.”
“She is playing checkers with Walter,” Michael shrugged his shoulders slightly. “Sometimes things can go on without talking, Adam.”
“This silence isn’t beautiful, dad. You know it,” Adam huffed as he turned and yanked his door open. Michael watched as Adam dashed downstairs, calling out to Walter and Nikita that he was going to play the winner. Michael turned the light off and looked back to the room.
His son was growing up too soon.
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