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Date Posted: 12:03:27 02/04/02 Mon
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Nestra
's message, "Which Came First, the Chick or the Egg?" on 11:54:41 02/04/02 Mon
Nikita tried to get her thoughts into some sort of coherent order. "Mick, I can't have a baby, let alone your baby."
"Why not? Am I not good enough for you?" He glared at her suspiciously, lifting a hand to run across his close-cropped hair. "It may look like the hairline's thinning, but the light in here isn't very good. Not flattering at all." He began sauntering around the room, tossing disdainful looks at the walls. "You should get Section to redecorate. Some pastels would really lighten this place up."
Despite her best intentions, Nikita started following in his path, trying desperately to explain. "It's got nothing to do with your hair."
"What, the accent? You've got one too, you know. But that's fine, if you want the little tyke to sound like you, I'm sure we can work something out."
"Look, it's not the accent either." She finally caught up to him as he started to climb the stairs to her bedroom. "Don't go up there."
His eyebrows raised as he shot her a leer. "What's wrong, doll? You got some hot stud up there? Does Michael know about your...extracurricular activities?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her. "Or is it Michael in there?"
Growling menacingly, Nikita grabbed Mick by the lapels of his velour jacket and bodily hauled him over to the couch. With a shove, he went sprawling. "Sit there. Listen to me. Don't. Speak. Nod if you understand."
His head bobbed, but he still didn't look intimidated.
Damn. I'm going to have to start paying better attention to Madeline.
"I am going to speak slowly. I am a Section operative. I cannot have a child. They would never let me. You remember Terry, right?"
"Right."
"I told you not to speak!" she snapped.
"Well, you asked me a question," he muttered sullenly.
Closing her eyes, Nikita took yet another deep breath. "My life isn't anything I would wish on a child, even if I did want to become a mother right now. Which I don't."
Mick waited for a moment, and then cautiously opened his mouth. "Can I talk now?"
Nikita heaved a mental sigh. I don't know why I bother. "Sure, Mick. Go ahead."
"I know you're out doing the Emma Peel thing most days. But I've thought that out. I'm willing to watch the little rugrat, and we can get a sitter any time you're gone and I have...company. Wouldn't do to have the little one corrupted, you know?" God, there was that smile again. Oily, yet completely guileless.
"You know," she sighed, "I should have killed you a long time ago."
He chuckled. "Maybe so, luv. But then who would you find to be Daddy Dearest?"
"I don't want anybody to be Daddy Dearest."
He shook his head disapprovingly at her. "Sure you do, doll. You can't tell me your hormones aren't humming. Don't you have a biological clock?"
"You're getting very close to insulting, Mick." She fixed him with a deadly serious glare, and this time he seemed to get the message. He held up his hands submissively and backpedaled.
"Okay, okay. I got it. No more talk about hormones."
She sighed and sat down next to him. "Should I even ask why you've suddenly decided to have a child?"
"I've always wanted to have a kid," he replied softly, almost wistfully.
I'm almost starting to feel sorry for him.
It's probably all part of the plan. Crafty bastard.
"But why now?" she asked.
"I dunno. Life on the edge, maybe? Working for Section isn't exactly the safest job in the world."
"Yeah," she murmured. "Tell me about it. But you know I can't possibly get pregnant, right?" As Mick started to speak, she held up a hand to silence him and thought about that last statement for a moment. "Why am I even having this conversation with you?"
True to form, Mick ignored that and launched straight into another bizarre rationalization. "Who said you had to be pregnant?"
She frowned at him. "I'll admit I've never had a child before, but isn't pregnancy kind of required?"
She could almost see the little light bulb going off over his head.
"Oh, is that what your problem was with this whole thing?" He shot her an almost paternal look. "You thought I just wanted to get into your knickers. That's the problem with you Section people. Always thinking the worst of me. I know you can't actually be 'in the family way'. Didn't I tell you I wanted to borrow an egg?"
Uh oh...
"Mick..." she started warningly.
"We'll get a surrogate. I know this hot little chick..."
That settles it. I really am in hell.
Oh well, at least it means I don't have to go in to work tomorrow.
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