| Subject: Which Came First...(3) |
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Date Posted: 12:05:56 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
I wonder what the benefits are like in hell. They have to be better than what the Section offers.
As Nikita came unwillingly back to reality, Mick was still gazing at her expectantly.
Nikita stood up and grabbed Mick by the arm, ignoring his indignant squawk. "You are leaving. Now. Before I decide to permanently remove your ability to have children."
"Wait just a minute, doll," he said nervously. "There's no need to threaten the equipment..."
Opening the door, she shoved him out, indulging in an silent cackle as he went sprawling. "I don't want to see your face again for at least a week. Maybe two weeks. Or so help me God," she growled menacingly, "I'll get one of those new gadgets Walter's been playing with and test it out on...your...spleen. Do you understand me?"
"Sure, sure. You need time to absorb it, take it all in. I understand." He stood up and backed towards his door. "I'll just go pick out some baby names and wait for your call. What do you think about Edgar? Or maybe Marissa, if it's a girl?"
As Nikita swung, he ducked rapidly out of range and scuttled back into his apartment. "Right, so I'll just stay out of your way for a few days, then. Honest."
Which was why Nikita was very disappointed when he showed up at her door the next night.
"Mick, are you dying?"
He looked confused. "No."
"Am I dying?" she asked patiently.
"No," he replied, looking even more confused.
Her attempt to shut the door was foiled by the presence of his arm shoved through the three-inch crack. "Hey, just listen to me for a minute ...Ow! Watch the arm!...I have some news for you."
She shoved harder on the door. "This isn't a good time."
In an attempt to retain his arm, he shoved back, forcing the door open several more inches. "Oh," he said understandingly as he caught sight of Michael sitting on the couch. "Congratulations, doll. I didn't interrupt anything, did I? Do you need me to go get those condoms that I borrowed?"
Nikita pasted a sweet smile on her face and turned to Michael. "This will just take a minute."
She removed Mick's arm from the door and pushed him back into the hall. Shutting the door behind her, she turned to him, murder in her eyes.
Acting quickly to forestall his incipient doom, Mick spoke rapidly. "Before you disembowel me, I think you'll want to hear what I have to say."
"Mick, for the last time, I am not interested in having a child with you."
"Oh, is that what you think I'm doing here?" He smiled at her beatifically. "I've found someone else. This simply stunning bird...legs up to here, if you know what I mean. Not that there's anything wrong with your legs, of course."
Nikita forced the words out through gritted teeth. "Someone...else?"
"Yeah, yeah. So you can forget about that whole thing. I just came over here to tell you that I tracked down Benetti."
Nikita shook her head desperately in an attempt to make sense of what he was saying. "Benetti?"
"Yeah, that arms dealer you wanted a location on? I found him. D'you want the information now?"
"Now?" she said numbly.
"Nikita, you're repeating yourself again. I'm really started to get worried. Maybe you have some sort of brain problem." He looked at her solicitously. "You should get that looked at. I'm sure Section could fix you right up with a few pokes and snips." Extending an arm (clad in polyster, this time), he looked at his imitation Rolex. "Anyway, I'm off. Got a date in a hot tub. Ring me when you want Benetti's location." Pivoting on one foot, he strode across the hall and back into his own apartment.
Nikita stood there silently for a few minutes. I wonder if this is what shell-shock feels like. Turning around, she re-entered her apartment to find Michael looking at her quizically.
"Mick just came by to tell me that he won't be needing my genetic material any more."
Michael, being Michael, simply raised an eyebrow. Nikita felt compelled to explain. "You see, he wanted me to be the mother of his child. We would have gotten a surrogate of course, and named her Marissa. The baby, not the surrogate…" she trailed off, aware that Michael's gaze was quickly mutating from quizzical to deeply amused.
"Don't you dare laugh at me," she warned him.
"Of course not," he replied, mouth quirking upwards.
Nikita walked across the apartment and plopped down next to him. "You want to know the worst part of it all?" she asked, shaking her head ruefully. "I think I feel insulted."
************
Mick, who had crept out of his apartment to listen at the door, was glad to hear peals of laughter coming from Nikita's apartment. She'd been entirely too morose lately, and she'd needed a distraction. Now, judging from the sound of things, life was back to normal…at least as normal as it ever got. Looking at his watch again, he realized he was about to be late for his date. He walked back into his apartment and smiled as he realized that the laughter was still audible.
"That's my doll."
--End--
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