Subject:  I Remember Sarah - Chapter 5 |
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Date Posted: Thursday, August 04, 01:05:08am
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Loveroy
's message, "I Remember Sarah" on Thursday, July 21, 11:18:00pm
Nikita Samuelle walked out of her family’s home rolling her eyes, how foolish of her to think these people would listen to her. Her immediate family had moments of lucidity, but they reverted rapidly to their usual covertness. She was sorry about sharing her idea and starting the ball rolling in what she now thought as a half-ass notion about bringing both her and Michael a bit of peace of mind. Nikita recoiled and shivered remembering that she got loads of ‘We’ll handle it Nikita’, from her family in reply to her suggestion.
The blonde woman could see the wheels of her family’s collective minds turning as she was told to go home and not leave her abode until she was advised that it was safe to come out. She walked out of the room laughing to herself at the absurdity of the situation, sometimes she felt it was better to go back to Section One. At least at the Section, Nikita always knew where she stood – but it was never pleasant and that realization made her calm down.
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Crystal clear blue eyes belonging to the beautiful blonde darted back and forth as if searching for something important or for a significant one. There was no hint of desperation in her gaze, just an inordinate amount of self-assurance in the cool deep blueness of the young woman’s stare. Her sparkly eyes danced enthusiastically bouncing from face to face looking, searching for nothing in particular, just the joy of life. Her pregnant stomach proudly displayed, as a sliver of her tummy showed through the lacey bodice of her maternity garb.
A tiny smirk lit her pretty face when she finally spotted the handsome man walking elegantly towards her as if he knew she was waiting for him. In reality he did not have a clue there was anyone around as he ambled like a ghost through the maddening crowd. His hands buried deep in his dark jacket pockets purposely hiding, to forget – but what? His mind was broken, broken by the loses he’d suffered in a very short time.
The street was busy with people milling about enjoying the perfect spring sky with its impeccable warmer breezes that swirled lazily around the passers-by. In contrast to the happy and brightly colored garbed pedestrians, the man looked out of place wallowing in his disconsolation and holding on to his winter colors. Nikita Wirth, the beautiful blonde, wearing a red maternity blouse stood out among all the spring fashion, but Michael Samuelle, the morose handsome man, ignored her.
Deep green eyes full of sadness and unshed tears concealed behind half shuttered lids that were framed exquisitely by thick lashes, concentrated on the ground he walked on. His mind forcibly blank, no thoughts transgressing his usually sharp brain as he approached the corner and the statuesque blonde that he did not even notice. He was walking a thin line between rationality and insanity and if truth were known he really didn’t give a rat’s ass what side of the demarcation he happened to fall on.
He saw the car approaching before being mindful of the pregnant girl or the pretty balloons that swirled high when she released their matching colored ribbons. The white bright lights of the automobile bear down on him as she moved quickly to push him aside and away from his impending doom. Why save him, he thought and not just let him die, finally allowing him to find the repose he so needed? Perhaps destiny opined that a swift easy death was not punishment enough for a life such as his – yeah karma was a bitch and it had a warped sense of humor.
“Where am I?” The handsome man asked the pretty blonde sitting by the bed reading a book.
“You are in my house, the doctor gave you a clean bill of health.” Nikita said, cocking her head and smiling watching his piercing eyes on her protruding belly.
“What is it?” He asked mesmerized by her beautiful smile.
“You remind me of someone… where are my manners…” She stood, adjusting her back which hurt because she was almost ready to deliver, “My name is Nikita Wirth, I was there when a car almost hit you.”
He interrupted, “I remember, you actually saved my life,” and then added, “Thank You.”
“Well we couldn’t find any identification on you and couldn’t call your family and when I called my family doctor, he told me to bring you here instead of a hospital, there are no hospitals close to this town, and that is that… are you hungry?”
“Thirsty,” Michael answered and Nikita moved to serve him a glass of water as he tried sitting up and felt a dizzy spell. “My name is Michael Samuelle.” He noticed her holding her stomach as she handed him the water and asked, “How far along are you?”
She laughed handing him the water and helping him sit up, “I am about due, do you think I look pregnant yet?” Michael nodded, “Hey do you want to be my labor coach? What am I saying, I don’t know anything about you.”
“Could I please use my cell phone; I should probably call my house.” He was embarrassed by the girl’s proposition and then whispered, “If you don’t mind.”
“You had no phone, no identification, nothing but a lot of money, which is all over there with your clothes. By the way, the doctor changed you into what you are wearing.” She handed him a robe and smiled, “Want to go for a walk or you can use that phone over there?”
“A walk would be fine,” Michael answered as she helped him up.
“I bet you want to use the rest room also,” She said and smiled holding her stomach, “I need to use it all the time.”
He wasn’t smiling, she noticed he was taking in every inch of the place and that he walked towards his clothes, “Would you mind if I took a shower and dressed. I am a little confused?”
Nikita cocked her head again, “Let’s do this right, it is two days after you had the accident, Monday the 10th, 11:00 am. The doctor should be here before noon to check you out. I am the majordomo and the maid, as well as the gardener of this enormous place… I just inherited this property and all its content, and haven’t had time to hire servants. I am not too good at any of this yet.” She breathed hard and said as if Michael knew more than he did, “I am sure you will find everything you need in the bathroom. I think there is even clean men’s clothing belonging to Chuck in there.”
Michael asked, “Is Chuck your husband?”
Nikita turned and walked away from the man saying, “No husband, no father to the child." Then pointing to her stomach, "This is really Sarah's child. I’ll be downstairs, seeing to your food.”
Michael Samuelle entered the bathroom of the guestroom of the home he knew well, and found the dressing room. He had known Chuck well, a good man that had made Sarah very happy. Chuck and Michael became friends when the Level 5 Op approached the Level 3 Operative who had to marry his sister and the two formed more than a friendship.
He looked for a pair of jeans and shirt that would fit him; his clothes ripped during the accident that Section had concocted. He bathed leisurely and looked at himself in the mirror weighing his options, his sorrow and most of all the mission that lay before him. He put his shoes on; donning a pair of socks he found in the sock drawer and sighed moving towards the living room where he could hear Nikita laughing.
“Hello there, you look 100% better. This is Dr. Walter Gellman; he has been taking care of you. Walter this is Michael Samuelle.”
The men shook hands and Michael thanked the doctor who said, “Well I only need to check you out once more and I will be able to give you a clean bill of health. Shall we?”
The doctor pointed to the library and Michael followed him while Nikita moved once more to the kitchen to see about the food. When Michael and Walter were alone together the men spoke knowing full well they were not being monitored. Walter checked Michael’s scrapes and bruises and checked his vital signs as they spoke.
“It was a good choice Michael. You have given more than a pound of flesh to the Section, and babysitting Jones’ kid will not be as taxing as your last blood cover mission.” Walter said.
“Do they know?” Michael asked, cryptical as ever.
Walter asked, “Know what?”
“That she is carrying my sister’s baby?” Michael asked, eyes closed, holding the bridge of his nose and his purposely-bruised rib cage.
“Yes they do, Nikita told them. She hasn’t been leaving the house much since Sarah’s death.”
“How are Paul and Madeline taking all of this?” Michael asked.
Walter laughed, “They are pissed… but Mr. Jones has the ultimate word and you my friend are now of equal status as the two of them…”
Michael smiled, “Great, I got promoted… and hit by a car.”
Walter laughed and then added seriously, “We need to convince Nikita to have the baby at home, Jones will be happy if Madeline and Paul think the baby is yours.”
Michael nodded and took the phone pretending he was calling his home. He picked up a photograph of his sister that sat next to the phone and sighed, she was a beautiful woman and he felt sad. Nikita entered the room and saw Michael holding the silver frame and remarked to Walter how much Michael looked like Sarah. She felt the comment was something anyone would have remarked.
“For god’s sake Sugar, they just have the same hair color and eye color in common… And her hair was tinted by the way… wonder if the fair Michael also colors his hair?”
“No I don’t,” Michael said after hanging up the phone. “Is this your sister Nikita?”
“Yes, in a way she was. Where they worried?” Nikita asked showing Michael and Walter to the dining room.
“Who?” Michael asked.
Nikita rolled her eyes, “Your family of course.”
Michael moved past her, going to the yard of the home he loved so much, “I have no family just employees and they assumed I was busy so I didn't have a chance to call. May I go outside?” He did not wait for her to answer, Walter walked out also.
A very peculiar thing happened to Nikita as she watched Michael strut away from her; her view became distorted and the handsome man owning the luscious butt she was enthusiastically watching, turned into the morphed silhouette of a very young Michael. It was but a second that flashed before her with the crispness of a photograph, but Nikita was convinced this moment was much more than deja-vous. Nikita was convinced this had been a gleam to the past, for grown Michael seemed to be home at last.
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