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Date Posted: 22:47:21 05/03/02 Fri
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: Gypsies & Criminals - 3b
In reply to: KT 's message, "Gypsies and Criminals" on 22:11:54 05/03/02 Fri

Gypsies and Criminals - Part 3b
By KT
Copyright April, 2002

The rainstorm hit hard, emptying the park in short order. Nikita ran the half block to the church, ducking in the doorway as the downpour really cut loose. It didn't look like it was going to let up for awhile. She took a deep breath, her fingers running over the smooth cool stone, then turned and entered.

Immediately, it was quiet, the fury of the storm shut out by the thick walls and heavy doors. Nikita stood in the entrance, her head tilted back, looking up at the vaulted ceiling and the wondrous stained glass windows. Her eyes wandered to the front of the church, taking in the altar and the huge crucifix above it, peaceful in the subdued light. The great white stone pillars stood in sharp contrast to the dark wood of the pews, their ends finished with simple carving.

She was alone. Alone again with her memories. It seemed like everywhere she went today, she was destined to have Michael as her phantom companion. The bookstore, the park, now the church. Nikita walked slowly down the main aisle, then entered one of the pews on the right, sitting next to the pillar at its end.

Her eyes closed... it was here that they had said their farewells when she was sent to marry Helmut, their hushed conversation so intimate, Michael open and caring, she afraid and sad. They had made love in the solace of the sanctuary, marrying each other in spirit, vowing that nothing would ever come between them, no matter what the Section put them through.

Yet, she had still grown to care for Helmut... how could she not, when he was just like she had been when she first came to Section? She had turned away from Michael because of it, and he had been there for her, even in her worst moments. She could still see the hurt that had flickered in his eyes when she'd avoided his touch at the Volker mansion. When she had pulled away from his kisses, told him how lost she was during the mission to save Willie Kane, he had responded with his infinite and tender patience.

It was here they had met when she brought him back into Section during the war with the Collective... that fateful meeting had started them down the path of no return, leading to the death of her father and Michael's reunion with Adam. How good it had been just to stand here with him. They didn't touch, but she could still feel the caress of his eyes on her face, her lips... it was only a matter of time... at Section, their sexual connection was reaffirmed, deeper than ever before... at their final parting, his confession of love had wrapped itself around her heart.

So much had happened in such a short time. Everything that had occured since then became a blur... the endless succession of missions, facing life and death on a daily basis, training young operatives for success and sacrifice, hanging on to the belief that the world could and would be a better place for the things they accomplished.

Nikita sat and wept, all her tensions and anxieties flowing into a river of tears. She wept for all those who had perished in the name of justice, for those yet to die, and for those innocents who would be caught in the crossfire. She wept for every lie, every betrayal, his and hers... and for every truth as well... for every time Michael had saved her life, for every time she'd saved his... for her own stubborness, and for every regret.

Finally, she wept for her mortal soul, which Michael had so lovingly retrieved, refusing to let her go after she had been subjected to the Gelman process, even after she herself had given up. She had gone back to the Section, knowing that she really had no choice, trapped in the deep deception of her cover for Centre, when she would rather have died in Michael's arms. "...because I can't live without you..." His surrender had been so unconditional, his words, his sighs, his fingers tracing her spine...

"Oh... God..." Her prayers were many, and she cried until all the pain and sadness was wrung out of her. Calm at last, she contemplated Mira's words, that when the time was right, she would know...

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