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Date Posted: 15:42:33 05/03/02 Fri
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: Part 44 - usual warning - language, sexual desires...
In reply to: Lila 's message, "The Beginning - Part 33 and Up" on 15:11:24 05/03/02 Fri

Part 44

“Nikita, honey, it’s ok,” Walter said, standing over the bathroom sink, one hand dabbing at his head with a damp towel, his other arm around Nikita who had refused to leave his side. “I’ve been through worse things.”

“Ni-ki-ta,” Michael said, standing near, “Tell us what happened.”

She clung to Walter desperately, the reality of her actions cascading through her body. She shook her head, “I… I can’t…” She closed her eyes, forcing back the anger and rage she had felt. Nikita could feel it bubbling beneath the surface, everyone still not safe from her. “Not yet…” she finally whispered.

The fear in Nikita’s eyes was a javelin directly driving into Michael’s heart. She wore this same look when she had thought he was Marco on the train. He wished she had agreed to leave with him; there was probably no turning back now.

Walter put the towel down, and hugged her again. “Let’s get you sitting,” he said, leading her from the bathroom to a couch in the nearby room. Michael followed.

Nikita held onto his arm with a vice-like grip. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she said, her head bowed in disgrace, trying to drive the darkness in her heart away.

“Sugar,” he said, gently shaking her so she would look at him. “Let me go, and sit back.” He pried her fingers from his arm, and nudged her backwards so she was resting against the back of the couch. Walter looked at Michael and said, “Open those doors, get some air in here.”

Michael walked over to the French doors at the edge of the room, opening them wide, allowing the cool breeze to blow through. They had left the rooftop terrace and made their way downstairs to the third floor, Nikita clinging to Walter the entire way. Michael walked to a nearby chair and sat across the room from Walter and Nikita, nerves and muscles ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.

Walter lifted Nikita’s hand, and held it in his own. “We don’t have much time,” he said, “Someday, I’ll give you the long version of you mother, but tonight… tonight, enough, so you’ll know.”

Nikita exhaled, the weight of her actions pressing down on her like a stone blanket. “Ok,” she said, defeated, hating herself.

Michael watched the loathing wash across her face, his heart in agony for her. Who could be so cruel as to do violate this woman so thoroughly, he wondered. He eyed Walter, appreciating the shower of concern for his ‘daughter.’ Michael wanted to believe that Walter was in their camp, but he wasn’t certain. He wasn’t certain of anything anymore except that he would defend to the death the life of the woman across the room from him.

“Sugar, look,” Walter said, “Jesus, Michael,” he whined, not sure where to start. Michael said nothing. Walter sighed. “The long and short of it. I was military intelligence in the war. A small unit of guys, and a woman….”

”Adrian,” Nikita said.

“Yeah, Adrian,” he answered. “We were given a task to identify and terminate this guy, a General…”

“Terminate, as in kill?” she interrupted, biting her lower lip in the all too familiar gesture Walter knew and loved.

Walter nodded and continued, “He was an American, but he was working for the Russians…”

“The Russians?” she asked, “The war wasn’t about the Russians.”

Michael stepped in to assist Walter. “Ni-ki-ta,” he said softly, “Perhaps you should allow Walter to finish. Then ask.”

Nikita’s eyes lifted to his, and a tiny smile danced around the corners of her mouth. “Yeah, ok,” she said, realizing she had interrupted Walter’s every fifth word.

The smile was too much for Michael, he could restrain himself no longer. He stood, crossed the room, and met Walter’s eyes. Michael’s eyes glanced over to where he had just been sitting, his head gesturing in that direction.

“Oh, right,” Walter said, getting up from beside Nikita and sitting in the chair Michael had just vacated.

Michael leaned forward to Nikita, cupped her face with his hands, and said, “I love you.” He pressed his lips to hers in a warm kiss, and then sat next to her. She nudged his arm away from his side, and slipped herself closer, his arm wrapping around her, his hand coming to rest on her opposite hip.

“You kids ready, now?” Walter asked impatiently. Four beseeching eyes enveloped him. “Fine,” he said. “Nik, this war was on so many fronts, you kids just don’t get it.” Walter’s eyes moved to the terra cotta floor, the color reminding him of the clay of the jungle. “It took us four years to find him.”

Nikita opened her mouth, and Michael quickly covered it with his hand. She giggled and licked his palm. His eyes shot her a warning look of passion and desire. He watched her throat flush under his gaze.

“Ahem,” Walter said, regaining their attention. “Your mom was with us most of that time, and so were you.”

Nikita bit her tongue, and then out of frustration raised her hand.

“Yes?” Walter asked, smiling at her unique ways of communicating.

“So she met this guy Wolfe in Bangkok, and then lived in Thailand with you for four years?” Walter nodded. “And what was she?” Nikita asked, not hiding her disgust, “the house playmate?”

Walter shook his head again, trying to explain. “You ever been around someone that everybody can’t take their eyes off of? Someone that everyone goes out of their way for?” he asked. Nikita looked at Michael, remembering all of the women he had attracted while on this… this quest. Everyone responded to his magnetism, even the men, she had noticed. “The kind of person that when they smile at you, talk to you, even dismiss you, you feel like you’ve just been shined on. Like that person has the key to something, and just for a moment, they shared it with you?”

Michael turned his head, and catching Nikita’s eye, he said, “Like you.” Nikita blushed. She was just an enthusiastic person. She had noticed that sometimes people seemed cheerful around her, but that wasn’t her doing, she just mirrored back other people’s feelings.

“Exactamundo,” Walter added. “That’s who she was.” He stopped, remembering how everyone reacted when she announced she was pregnant. Everyone said it wasn’t theirs, everyone thought it was. Except Walter. He knew. “It wasn’t like she just went from bed to bed,” he said. “It was just natural for her to shine on someone for a while.”

Nikita tried to take this all in. The woman she remembered took in any man, no matter how repulsive. Was this a residual effect of Thailand or a symptom of something more sinister? “Go on,” she said.

“I think Wolfe was the one she loved the most,” he said, “But it didn’t matter. She was our rock during a horrible time.” Walter closed his eyes, remembering.

************

“That’s blood, Walter!” she screamed, as he entered the house.

“Yes ma’am,” he said, glancing down at his clothes, noticing the dampness of the moisture covering the fabric.

Bobby lifted his shirt, tugging it up from his pants, “Fuck Walter,” she said, “You’ve been shot!” She ran into the kitchen and removed the first aid kit. She placed it in the floor and flicked open the latches. She removed the antiseptic, a bottle of antibiotics, and taping materials. “I fucking hate this war,” she said, pushing him to a chair, “it doesn’t make any sense.” She held some forceps and dug around the wound, Walter trying not to flinch.

“Fuck, ow!” he finally yelled, giving in.

Roberta placed her hand on Walter’s stomach, bracing the site. “I’m sorry,” she said, “But there are still some fragments in there.” She looked into his eyes, “I could leave them… if you want.” Walter shook his head, giving permission for her to continue. She stretched the wound with her fingers, forceps tugging and pulling, and after what felt like an eternity, withdrew her painful weapon. “I think that’s it,” she said.

The sweat covered Walter’s face, gathering above his lip. “Drink,” he said, finally. Roberta squirted some antiseptic mist on his gut, and stood, nodding. She left for an instant and returned with a bottle of Johnnie Walker. She handed him the bottle. Walter drank, as if liquids hadn’t passed his lips in weeks. “Thanks,” he said, wiping his lips with the back of his arm.

“Sure thing,” Roberta said. She sat down on the arm of his chair, appraising his heaving chest. “Can I get you anything else?” she asked.

Walter shook his head and said as an after thought, “Antibiotics?”

Roberta removed the container from the pocket of her dress. “Right here,” she said, “Enough for a full course. Philippe replaced them… after… you know… the last time.”

Walter nodded in thanks, emptying a pair into his hands. He placed them in his mouth and brought the scotch to his lips. He swallowed a copious amount. Roberta stayed on the arm of the chair, watching, as Walter closed his eyes. “Where is everyone?” he asked.

She shrugged, and said, “Out… killing, I guess.” She tried not to cry. This wasn’t what she bargained for.

Walter lifted his head, looking up at the beautiful woman sitting above him. “Why the fuck you here, anyway?” he asked.

Roberta put on a brave smile, “Oh you know,” she said, “Just getting away from it all.”

“My ass,” he said, smiling.

“And what a nice one it is, I’ve noticed,” she said, her hand delicately touching his face. “Of all the people… you… you’re the….”

Before she finished, Walter said, “It’s none of my bees wax, I’m sure, but don’t you think you should be moseying on?”

Roberta slid off the arm of the chair and onto Walter’s lap. “Not yet,” she said, her lips finding his. “Not for a long while.”

Walter wished he were strong enough, but he wasn’t. He kissed her back, hard, passionate, alive. “You asked for it,” he murmured as he scooped her up and brought her to his room. She was happy to acquiesce, and paid no attention to the blood dripping from his side, staining her dress.

************

“We worked on small things,” Walter said, “raiding camps, taking out snipers, gathering intelligence… standard crap.”

Michael knew all too well the kind of mission Walter was describing. While he was too young for Vietnam, he wasn’t too young for the big game. He had spent many a month away from Simone, searching for information in Algiers, Nigeria, Morocco. At the time he thought it was exciting. He remembered returning to her, his excitement over the hunt translating to a voracious sexual hunger, a hunger that Simone was only too eager to sate. His body would be on fire, his senses sharpened to a fine point, the only release - making love to his mate, the woman who understood, who returned from similar missions, inflamed to the same degree.

Nikita noticed the dampening of sweat on Michael’s throat. “Are you all right?” she asked. He nodded, avoiding her eyes, not wanting her to observe this despicable torrid side of him. Afraid she would be sickened by his desires.

“The lieutenant surely loved her,” Walter said, “but then so did everyone else.” He searched for a way to explain. “We all disappeared for weeks, months, at a time, never sure if we’d be coming back. There was no shame in being afraid, no shame in wanting to be held.” Walter found Nikita’s eyes, and said, “There was no shame in being the one who could help.” Walter steepled his hands together, then collapsed his fingers together, hands gripping each other. “We were honored that she was there for us.”

************

“Adrian,” Roberta said, “I’m pregnant.”

The fine British doyenne looked up from her teacup, and smiled. “Congratulations my dear,” she said.

Roberta scooped a few tablespoons of sugar into her own cup. “That’s it?” she asked, “No, I told you so?”

Adrian tried not to smile, tried to hide her feelings for this care free spirit. “Roberta,” she said, the only one still using her formal name, “Any one of these men would be fine fathers, and you are very fortunate.” Adrian poured a small dab of milk into her tea, and stirred. As she brought the cup to her lips she asked, “Dare I ask which one?”

Roberta smiled, shook her head, and said, “No.”

Adrian approved. It was no one’s business. “You’ll stay, of course,” she said. Roberta nodded. “You know that I’m a physician, that’s why I was recruited here.” Roberta shook her head in surprise. This was news to her. “So you’d better quit with the dope if you want a healthy baby.”

Roberta nodded and said, “If I can, I will.”

Adrian sneered, “Don’t tell me you think you’re addicted to the stuff.”

Bobby shook her head, “No. It’s not that. It’s…” she swept her hand through the air, “It’s this.”

Adrian sighed, and nodded in understanding. “Try to eat right, at least,” she said.

“I will,” Roberta said, as she stood to go outside. She turned to Adrian and said, “Thank you. I know you don’t…”

“Nonsense my girl,” Adrian answered, “I care a great deal for you.” As Roberta exited, Adrian called out, “Do they all know?”

And she heard back a quiet, “Yes.”

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