"I love you" he mouthed.
"I know"she had said.
The memories flooded her mind as she lay awake next to Michael that night. They had succeeded in saving Cassandra and the little boy who she now knew was Michael's son. Watching his pained expression when he thought that they had died in a car bomb, thinking that it was his fault and that he had failed them, had been painful. She knew that he felt what she had felt when she saw Ramon's house blow up just days before. She knew that if anything had happened, he would have blamed himself. He would have walked away from Nikita right there and then afraid of committing, knowing that everyone he has ever cared for is put in danger for being with him. And she was scared. Scared that he would walk away now, even though the mother and child had both survived, because if he ever found out that the little five year old, Max, was really his son, he would stop at nothing to be a father figure. It pained her to lie to him and she knew that at some point he would find out. But it was the thought of losing him, letting him walk back into Division's faults that hurt her most.
She felt Michael as he turned on the bed, angling his body closer than it already was to her own. She turned herself to look into the face that kept her alive. The one she enjoyed waking up to every morning. Slowly she lifted her hand and softly with her thumb she flattened the crease on his forehead, no doubt that he was dreaming about the incident from that night, reliving the moment's right before the car blew up. When his face smoothed, she saw Michael, the young Michael who told her everything, he didn't seem as tired or afraid anymore. He was happy in his dream world.
She found herself wondering if he was dreaming about Cassandra, about raising a family with her and being a dad again. She didn't notice that tears had begun to escalade down her face. She had asked Michael if he still had feelings for her, and although he didn't reply as fast as she would have liked, he had told her that he loved her. But the words just weren't enough for her. She wanted to know that he would leave her, not after everything they had been through.
She was lost in her little daydream, playing back through all the events of the pass few days. Her mind lingering on the image of Cassandra running into Michaels open arms. His arms tight and strong around another woman. Though he swore there was nothing going on, she knew that he couldn't deny the fact that he once had a thing for her. It could be resurfaced at anytime as well. Her thoughts scared her deeper into her nightmare, before long she could feel the first streaks of daylight drifting in through the window. Slowly she stood up to go to the bathroom. Staring into the mirror she saw a totally different person. A girl, who was uncomposed, a complete mess. The stranger in the mirror looked like she had been through hell. "Pull it together Nikita, you are stronger than this" as she repeated her mantra the door to the bathroom opened.
"Nikita?" Michaels tone sounded worried as if he could read her mind.
Wiping her face once more before turning back around, she glued a fake smile onto her face and turned to look into the eyes of the man she loved. "Morning." She walked over and placed a quick peck on his cheek, he immediately wrapped his arms around her and after kissing her softly in her hair, he looked down.
"Nikita… what's wrong? You look like you haven't gotten any sleep." He was extremely worried, afraid that while he was asleep she had been hurting herself with the thoughts from the past week. It had been hectic and he knew he had hurt her with his actions around Cassandra. But he loved Nikita, and only Nikita. And knowing how fragile his damsel in distress he could be, he had tried to remind her many times. He knew that the thought of his leaving would pain her even more, and he reminded himself to let her know that he would never leave her. Especially since she was his family, his only family left.
"Nothing, Michael. I just… I love you." Before he could say anything she pressed her lips to his urgently and kissed him with a fierce intensity, he couldn't stop himself. His response was second nature, clinging her even closer to him, molding their bodies into one. Before long they found themselves tangled, like a silent game of lover's twister. He forgot everything else in the world, and his brain was painted with her smile, her eyes, images of Nikita, and ONLY Nikita.
"I love you too." He said before he found himself preoccupied again.
A/N: So last week's episode of Nikita literally left me crying. The moment he let go of her hand… I just wanted to skip to this Friday. I hope you guys like my story, I had it finished but just didn't have a chance to upload. It's a one shot though so hopefully it's a good one. And for those who have been asking, my twitter is loveoverduty923 still trying to get it up and running
But anyways hope you like this story !