Just a little something to get my inspiration running now that my writers block seems to have let go of the hold it had on me. This fic picks up where the Nikita episode "Echoes" left off. Be warned, this is rated M, for angst and sexual situations. Michael might be a bit OC, but keep in mind that he feels betrayed by Nikita with everything that has come to light. There might be some coercion in regards to sexual situations. Nikita is angry. Michael is angry. And we all know what happens then. Honestly this is mostly smut. You have been warned. I don´t own them.
"Ask me how I got here"
Nikita didn´t answer, she was too shocked. Michael wasn´t supposed to find her home, to find her, not while she was unarmed and not expecting it. Sitting there he looked as if he didn´t have a care in the world, and maybe he didn´t. Afterall, he was the one armed with the gun.
For some reason she knew that he had come alone, that they were alone. The thought scared her. She would have preffered a dozen of divisions best agents in the room rather than being alone with Michael. Unknown agents she could handle, Michael was something else. She eyed the gun carefully, would he use it?
Michael continued.
"So, you and Alex. I´m impressed. You two had everyone fooled. But you got sloppy"
"It was a good plan" Nikita finally spoke.
"It was. Most plans have their weak spots though, and yours was no different"
Her eyes narrowed and he continued.
"I knew something wasn´t right when Thom died, and when you were "captured" I was sure of it. But I didn´t have anything to go on until a certain phonecall was answered inside this loft".
Nikita cursed silently. Damn him.
"Alex" She started but he cut in.
"Is safe. For now".
She tried to hide the worried look on her face but she wasn´t fast enough, not for him.
"For now?"
"For now. Until I decide otherwise"
"You wouldn´t. She´s innocent" Nikita was starting to get angry and it showed in her voice.
"I doubt that. She wouldn´t be here if that were the case"
Nikita was about to speak when he stopped her again.
"It doesn´t matter. I´m not here to talk about Alex"
"Why are you here?"
Such a loaded question.
"Why do you think?"
"Don´t play games Michael" It´s making me nervous she added silently to herself.
He laughed.
"That´s your thing, not mine".
She had nothing to say to that. What could she say? She tried the truth.
"This is not a game to me Michael"
"Of course not. Revenge never is"
She heard the bitter tone of his voice but decided to ignore it.
"I´ll ask again, why are you here?"
"You owe me some answers"
"I owe you nothing!" She spat, feeling cornered.
She briefly entertained the idea of running, Michaels voice stopped her.
"Don´t even think about it"
How did he know?
"You´re here alone" It wasn´t a question but he answered anyway.
"Yes"
"Why?"
"We have some unfinished business, I didn´t want anything, or anyone, interrupting"
"How do you know that I´m alone?"
This was getting out of hand and she was getting desperate, something she hated feeling, especially when it came to division, especially around Michael.
"Well let´s see, Fletcher is hard at work at his little desk, Alex is in her apartment and Owen is in Europe..."
Smug bastard.
He grinned at the look of anger on her face.
"There is no one here but you and me Nikita"
They regarded each other silently, both wondering about the others move. The grin slid from Michaels face and was replaced by a hard look.
"You used me"
"How so?" Nikita wondered.
"You used the fact that I care about the recruits that enter division, and you used the fact that I care about you".
"I haven´t..." She was once again cut off.
"Oh spare me the lies Nikita. You have always used the fact that I want you, or have you forgotten how you managed to escape division?" He mocked.
She hadn´t.
"That´s what I thought. So don´t tell me you haven´t used me Nikita"
"And what about you Michael? How many times did you and divison use me for whatever reason?" Her voice was bitter but she didn´t care. He could blame her all he wanted, she had done things she wasn´t proud of, but he was no better.
"Trust you to bring that up. You know I had no choice. This is different and you know it" He stood up and took a step closer to her "You have used my feelings for you, because you just figured I would accept it. Well, guess what, I´m not anymore. You have been playing with fire Nikita."
"Big words from the man with the gun"
"This? I don´t need that, we both know who is the stronger one here"
"It´s been a long time since my training days Michael, and with recent events in memory I think we are pretty evenly matched"
Michael smiled and took a step back to place the gun on a table behind him. It was the moment she had been waiting for, her escape, she didn´t know who would win a fight between them, and she knew she couldn´t kill him, not Michael, so she had to run. He knew where she lived. She could never come back here.
In a quick move she grabbed the lamp from the table on her right and chucked it at him and turned to run.
The fight or flight instinct is deeply ingraved in every human being and animal. The problem is that when you´re desperate you make choices you might not have otherwise, sometimes they work out fine. Sometimes they don´t.
Nikita tumbled to the floor as she was tackled from behind.
Michael flipped her over and moved his head out of the way to avoid her fist. He struggled to grasp her arms and finally managed to pin them on either side of her face.
"I knew you would run" He glared at her "It´s what you always do. But not this time Nikita"
She struggled against his hold but his hands were like iron clasped around her wrists.
"Now what Michael? Are you going to kill me?" Before she would never have thought him capable of it, but now he looked so angry, his eyes burned at her and his hold on her wrists tightened even more making her wince.
He kissed her.
The kiss was hard and full of anger. She tried to twist her head to the side but he simply followed, refusing to let her break the kiss. When he finally pulled back his eyes were dark and his lips red, mirroring hers. She struggled to speak, but it was difficult to form words with the way he was looking at her. She took a deep breath.
"Why are you here Michael?"
"I´m tired of being played with Nikita. I´ve had enough. You have no idea how complicated this whole mess is, especially since you decided to involve others"
"I needed help" Her tone was defiant.
"So you recruited a CIA agent?"
"He wanted to help" Defiant again.
He simply looked at her for a few seconds before he let a ironic smile grace his face while he shook his head.
"Did you know that we had him followed? You should have, you know how this works. Did you know?"
Her silence was the only confirmation he needed.
"You have no idea how close Johnsson were to you that night do you? You should be thankful that he waited for back-up, otherwise you would have found yourself back at division, or dead".
Nikita grew cold. What night was he talking about?
Michael saw her confusion.
"Let me enlighten you. A bar, Ryan Fletcher, you".
Oh.
"I see I´ve triggered your memory".
She didn´t speak, only looked at him calmly, trying to figure out what he knew. As always he knew what she was thinking.
"I know you kissed him"
This will be a 2-3 chapter story only, mostly to get me back in the flow again so to speak. I hope you like it!
