For all Mikita lovers, though this short story might not be for everyone... I don't own Nikita and the rest.

This kind of pain… this kind of passion… this obsession isn't something that you can quit, just decide one day that you don't want it anymore and throw it away… you can't. Cause it eats at you, tears you apart and puts you back together – only to tear you down again…

It stays with you, consumes your every waking thought and when you succumb to sleep its there, invading, taking over your dreams. For every hour of your life it reminds you of what it wants, what you want, until all there is left is that gnawing deep in your chest that drives you on, further down the road that's been flaring its warning signals at you from day one, but you ignore them all, unable to stop…

"I want her gone"

Percy has always been clear on that point, and he understands his position, because no one is a bigger threat to him than Nikita. But he can't obey him, and his own body and soul at the same time, and there was never a choice to begin with. So he sidesteps the issue, dances around it while she dances from the other side, and so they go round and round in circles, waiting for the other to give in, pride making them refuse to be the first. He knows he can't kill her, and he can't go against Percy, so he tries to balance the two sides of them, his heart and the place he still believes is doing good things. It's a delicate balance that he tries to preserve, and one wrong step might bring him too far into the other one, but he tries.

The road to hell always was paved with good intentions.