What ifs
Nikita is not mine. What if Michael never comes back from his family in London to help Nikita, and what if when he does decide to be with her gain he cant because she is married with someone and had kids with them. First Nikita fanfiction if you have any oppinions pls tell me i would love it and i would also love any corrections that you may have. the characters may be a little OC, sorry. please no bad reviews.
He lowered his hat to cover his face from the airport cameras; although Nikita and "Friends" had taken care of both Oversight and Division they still needed to hide their faces a little longer.
"Sir are you here for business or for pleasure?" the blond woman at the checking point asked him.
"Pleasure", he said, and it was he wanted to see Nikita again. He had not realized how bad he wanted to see her since Cassandra had the talk with their son.
Flashback
"Mom, why do you and dad both keep teaching me all this martial arts and things like that? I know not all the kids learn it. You guys have been teaching me this forever, and you guys have never told me why?"
His son now seventeen had asked his mother that question because he somehow knew that his dad would either not answer it or just give him weird clues. Therefore he had decided that he would ask his mom again and hope that she would answer his question without his dad there.
What he had not known is that his dad had arrived earlier than expected therefore he had heard the question. The thing that stopped him from going out and interrupting the conversation had been Cassandra's answer.
"You have asked me that question forever, I guess this is the time to answer it", and she had she had explained everything to him… even Nikita.
And after she was done explaining everything, he had felt that ache again that emptiness and solitude that only and only Nikita could take away. But he got distracted by what his son was saying to Cassandra.
"So she left him to be with us? By what you said I thought that he would have loved her a lot and not left her."
"Yes but your papa loved you more" Cassandra said switching to Russian to tell him so. "And since I know you are asking yourself this I am going to tell you that your papa never regretted it."
End of flashback
Sure he had not regretted it, but the days since he had thought of her more everyday than all the last ones. And after a few months he had decided to look for her see where she was, how she was, and try to have a relationship more stable than the last one they had.
He had talked to his son, and somehow he understood, he had been more mature than most kids his age. He had even encouraged him with only the words of "I knew there was something wrong with you and my mom's relationship, you never slept together dad not even in the same bed! Plus you never looked at her like you loved her, not that you did not love her, but God I am going to sound like a girl reading a romance book, but you never saw her with 'strong love', if you love Nikita that much go after her just come and visit ok."
That had been his sons pep talk but Cassandra had been a different story, when she had seen him sitting there waiting for her after work with his suitcases. She had only said "So its Nikita, I knew you were there that day of THE talk. It seems that you finally figured out what you really wanted. Have you told our son?" that had been it no crying or desperation, and he finally knew that she had done it on purpose, she had known he was there and she had given him a big push.
His only response had been "thanks for everything, and yes I have told our son" everything meaning everything even the push.
He had gotten a hold on some of his past contacts and with the help of Cassandra he had found Seymour Birkhoff, but no Nikita. Birkhoff was currently in a remote and almost no electricity place in Veracruz (that had surprised him since Birkhoff was all about electricity, but knowing him he would get in somehow).He did not know whether Nikita was there or not but he knew that Seymour Birkhoff was there, he would tell him where to find her.
Adjusting the new backpack he bought, with his clothes in it Michael looked at Birkhoff's house.
He had a big house now, and not doubting Birkoff he already knew he was there…or not. No weapons or lockdowns, in fact his door was opened. Michael pushed the door opened with minimum noise (or as minimum as it could be considering that the hinges were rusted), as soon as he walked five steps into the house there was a gun in his head.
"I don't want trouble, I will shoot you if I have to but I would appreciated it if you would not make, there are kids sleeping upstairs"
Birkhoff. The first thought that Michael had, was to take the gun away and he did, his second thought was 'he has kids, Birkhoff has kids'.
His own gun pointed at him and the only thing that Birkhoff could say was "Michael". Typical Birkhoff stating the obvious even though he had a gun pointed to his head and his kids in supposed danger upstairs.
"Hey man what you doing here I though you where in London with Cassandra and your son?" Birkhoff was still in the floor, with his arms raised in the defensive position, and a little surplice lased in his voice.
Lowering the gun Michael helped Seymour to his feet. "Yeah well I am not? And Seymour you have kids?"
Leading him to the living room Birkhoff answered him. "Well it would not be surprising if I had any, but they are not mine." He sat in the couch and continued after Michael sat in the sit in front of him. "So you never answered why you are here" at Michael's look he hurried to say" it is only fair since I answered one of your questions."
He had not answered it completely but he would let it go, "I am here for Nikita, I want to see her again and start from the beginning, after I find her with your help of course" he said it as simple and as easy as he could.
"Well Michael, I know where she is but she… you-ahh you will not be able to start a relationship with her anymore." Michael's first thought had been that she had somehow died, but Birkhoff continued talking. "You see the kids upstairs, the ones I told you were not mine, they are not they are Nikita's. She is married Michael"
And just like that his world came crashing again only this time worst. He had loved her, more than anything or anyone but his son. The only thing he could get out was an incredulous and weak "what?"
God love Birkhoff because he answered with all the patience in the world and with a good bottle of wine for him. "The kids are upstairs, and I am not drinking while they are here, tried it once just one small sip and Nikita almost broke my fingers… she would do it the time that she finds out that I did it again" he explained as he served him a glass of it. The thought that Nikita could be that protective towards her kids, kids that are not his broke his heart more. He always knew she would be a good mother with the way she was towards Alex.
Birkhoff continued after he had given him his glass of wine and sat down in his previous couch. "After we finished off division and Oversight, we made sure everything was good before we came here to escape. We had decided to do it together to take care of each other's backs, after sometime we venture out so to speak and we socialized with the people we see from here. During that time she met Johnathan, her husband, he is a doctor that worked here. If I told you about how they met and how they dated it would get complicated. So I will go over it and tell you the end; Nikita really got in love with this guy after some time, and believe me, after a lot of work on his part. He asked her to get married five years ago and nine months after they had their first kid, the second year after their marriage came the second one. The angels are upstairs, and although I don't like kids I really came to love these ones I don't know why but I really do, don't tell them though they may get ideas"
He still couldn't believe it she was married, she was married and had kids. A four year old and a three year old, why hadn't she ever told him? He must have spoken out loud because Seymour answered him. "She didn't want to tell you because you had YOUR life and now she has HERS. Do you understand? I know I sound mature babysitting will do that to you"
He did understand, all of it (even the babysitting part). She had wanted a family of her own. "Umm I guess I should go… I have nothing else to do here now?" he stood up, but before he could take more than four steps Birkhoff stopped him with two simple questions.
"Don't you want to see her? Don't you want to see the kids too?" he explained more "I mean I could show you the kids sure, and Nikita too through her cameras. But don't you want to see her in person, at least one last time?"
It was surprising but he did, he wanted to see her and the kids. Damn it he did, and although he may kidnap all three of them he wanted to risk it.
"I will see them. When do I get to see her?"
"She picks them up tomorrow, it is Brian's birthday tomorrow and they wanted the morning and night to themselves. I will show her to you through the cameras in the morning before the kids wake up, I hope they are not doing the dirty but I am doing it for you. The kids you will see them in the morning when they wake, not tonight I dont want to wake them up just to see some stranger... no offence." After an awkward pause in which Michael drank some wine and avoided Birkhoff's eyes, Birkhoff continued " Those buggers have a radar or something when people are near" he explained. "I have no objections to this for now, but if you harm her again I will really shoot you. It won't matter to me that you are the better shot and the better fighter."
He had no objections; he wanted to see her in the morning in person and in camera. He wanted to see the kids too, no matter how much it hurt. "Fine" was his only response, apparently that was all that Birkhoff needed because nest thing he knew he was taking him to a guest room, giving him a tour of the downstairs area as they passed by everything, and explaining the layout.
"This is your guest room, the kids sleep upstairs besides my room, I will know if you go upstairs don't or the deal is off. I am doing this because I think you both need it, not because I am doing you a special friendship favor, so don't think of it that way. Sleep tight don't let the bed bugs bite" he said as he closed the door.
That was it he was left with a hold new array of emotions, and a guest room. He put his backpack in the guest bed unpacked his pajamas, changed and got into bed. Maybe tomorrow would not hurt so much as today, maybe just maybe over the night he could get used to the idea.
Should i make the eyes of the kids gray or blue, maybe green? what do you think? i will post tommorow if i cant then around this week.
