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Date Posted: Thursday, October 13, 02:40:55pm
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's message, "The Healing Touch - Chapter 25+" on Thursday, October 13, 02:39:21pm
Chapter 25
Mick was not pleased with this at all. This was not the scenario that the simms had suggested and he was not going to allow this to continue for any longer right now.
“Alexandria, Walter I believe that we are needed elsewhere. Let’s give Michael and Nikita a few moments alone, shall we?”
Alexandria looked infuriated at Mick’s interruption, “No we shall not. There is a lot that needs to be…”
Mick cut her off with a single look and an evil tone, “Let’s give them a few moments of privacy. Shall we?”
Alexandria acquiesced and Walter followed, Michael was surprised although it did not show on the operative’s face. He was focused only on Nikita.
As he shut the door Mick told Michael, “We’ll be back in a few moments. Talk to her.”
Nikita looked confused and frightened, almost like a child as she sat in the large chair and Michael saw her shiver. “Are you cold?”
She didn’t answer him and Michael, growing concerned, leaned in closer and brushed her hair back from her face, “Nikita? It’s just me, Michael. Are you all right?”
He watched as she slowly looked up with tears in her large blue eyes, “I don’t know.”
At the sound of her small voice he gently folded her in his arms and allowed her to just cry for a few moments. Stroking her back and holding her tightly he reassured her with his touch and his warmth.
She pulled back and wiped her face with the edge of the cover, “I’m sorry.”
“You never have to be sorry with me.”
She sighed and placed her head back on his shoulder craving the feel of him. “I feel so terribly troubled right now. It all seems surreal. I mean, I’ve never seen this woman in my life and I’m suddenly supposed to believe all this stuff that she is saying. And Walter, I trusted him so much and I thought he cared. And even Mick isn’t what I thought he was. I’m just tired and I want all of this to just go away.”
Michael’s heart broke to see her so distraught. It was an awful lot for any one person to be able to handle. Nikita was strong, she had shown that over and over but these circumstances were extreme. She needed his help. He pulled back and looked her straight in the eye so she would know that he meant every word he was about to tell her, “Nikita I am right here. I love you. That will not change no matter what. And you are a strong and beautiful woman and I know that you can get through this.”
“Michael, I don’t know…”
“You don’t have to know, because I do. I have watched how strong and compassionate that you are. I have felt your pain and your happiness. I have held you as you made me feel more alive than I ever thought I would ever feel again. There is one thing that Alexandria said that is true.”
Nikita looked at Michael skeptically and asked, “What’s that?”
“You are special, the most special woman I have ever known and I love you.” He kissed her then and held her face between his large hands drinking in the sight of her.
She sighed and squared her shoulders, he watched as her inner core of confidence resurfaced and a light of determination began to shine in her eyes again.
“I know you are tired. But we have to get through this.”
“Michael, what are we going to do?”
“You need to trust me. Walter and Alexandria are an anomaly I didn’t expect, but Mick I trust. We need to follow his lead in the next few minutes and I think things will be all right.”
“I don’t understand. Mick was just my assistant Michael. Where does he fall in all of this?”
“I can only tell you that he is on our side. Just trust me a little while longer.”
She looked at him and tried to gather her strength around her. He could see her continue to struggle with what was happening. “What do you want more than anything else Nikita? If you could have anything what would it be?”
She sat and thought for longer than Michael thought she would. But he did not interrupt her and he patiently waited for her reply, “I want us to have a clinic. That is if you still want to be with me after all of this. But why are we even talking about this? You are back in here…”
“No. Just close your eyes and dream. Please, for a moment, just dream. How would it be?”
“I would want a small clinic in the country where we would know everyone. Life would be hectic and yet simple. I want to spend the evenings looking at the stars with you and our children. I want picnics and picket fences, and a dog.” Michael noticed that she started to smile as she talked. “And I want to bake, and take the kids to school or put them on the bus…”
She stopped and looked at Michael, “There’s no point in me doing this Michael. Why should I even bother to dream?”
“Because once you have a picture in your head of what you want, then it is attainable. I’m just helping you put that picture back. You can do anything and I know that. If that is what you really want then that is what we will have.”
“How?”
“By trusting each other. By being exactly what we are, two halves of one whole. Together we can do anything. I’m not saying I have all the answers Nikita, and our path may not be perfectly smooth. But I believe in you, and I believe in us. We can do this. But I need you.”
She saw in his eyes that he meant every single word that he was saying and she threw her arms around him, “Oh I love you Michael Samuelle. I am here for you. I’ll always be here for you. Thank you for giving me my courage back.”
“You’re welcome. It never really left, it’s part of your essence.”
He sat holding her for a few more minutes and then reluctantly let her go. “We have to face this now. They will be back in a few moments. Are you ready?”
“With you at my side, I can do anything.”
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