Title – If I Die Young?
Author – bangelluvforever
Rating – T, for language
Disclaimer – I so don't own anything.
Claimer – My normal!
Feedback: Is Shane West as Michael stunningly sexy? Are Mikita the most badass soulmates to EVER EXIST? Should there be Nikita SEASON THREE? Should Shaggie be a REAL COUPLE? Should Nikita go on FOREVER? Were you super, super, excited or beyond that when you heard about NIKITA SEAONS TWO? If the answer to all of these questions or the majority of answers to these questions is yes, well then you have my answer. :]
Characters: Michael, Nikita, Owen, Alex, Dana, Ryan, and Birkoff with mentions of Percy and Amanda.
Pairings: My normal, but for those you who don't know my normal couple pairing then here they are – Mikita.
Story Started: June 13, 2011
Chapter Finished: June 14, 2011
Summary: They had done it. No, she had done it. She had completed what she had set out to do, Nikita, the rogue government assassin, had taken down Division, but not only with some help from her most trusted friends, alleys, and loved ones, but at a pricey cost – her life.
Author's Note: Well, this one came to me in a dream, so I hope that you guys like it.
=If I Die Young=
-Part One: Prologue-
They had done it. No, she had done it. She had completed what she had set out to do, Nikita, the rogue government assassin, had taken down Division, but not only with some help from her most trusted friends, alleys, and loved ones, but at a pricey cost – her life.
The rogue Division assassin had, after a long battle, took down the place that had taken her and other males and females off the streets and turned them into trained killers. Breaking into Division had been an easy task with the help of Nikita's newest alley, Seymour Burkoff, a high-tech computer genius, and of course her use-to-be trainer and lover, Michael, who had worked from the inside with Alex, Nikita's mole and a victim of one of Nikita's own kills from when she was a part of Division, to help her bring down Percy and Amanda, and the rest of Division. She also had the help of two other rogue Division agents, the use-to-be Guardians Owen and Dana Winters, and the help of a CIA agent by the name of Ryan Fletcher.
But out of all those people, the one to get hurt on her own side was her. The beautiful female now laid not in a cemetery, but in room 9114, a private hospital room in the Critical Care and Intensive Care Units. The starch white ceiling with its matching white with grey tiles, and light blue walls blended perfectly together as did the furniture, a couple of chairs around a small coffee table, a flat screen TV on the wall facing the hospital bed, a couch against another wall, a bathroom, a bay window with white blinds along with lights that you could dim and brighten up with the twist of a knob on the far wall, beside the doorway.
In the center of the wall, facing the TV, sat a hospital bed with a doctor's clipboard hanging off the bottom of it, and to the right of the bed and at the bottom, sat the tables that rolled for the patients to eat on while still in bed, while between the starch white sheets and blankets the assassin slept, hooked up on machines that did various things. To the left of the bed, holding Nikita's hand was her use-to-be trainer turned lover, Michael who was still dressed in his clothes from the day they defeated Percy and Amanda, having only got his wounds looked about, but not haven changed his clothes because he wanted to be with the beautiful woman when she woke up – if she woke up, is how the doctor's had actually phrased it though.
In the doorway of the hospital wing, a nineteen-year-old Alex dressed in a pair of black sweat pants rolled to her knees, white ankle socks, black and white adidas slides, a pink lace trim cami and a white hoodie, leaned in the doorway with her legs crossed and her arms crossed over her chest, across her breasts.
"How is she doing? Or should I say they?" Owen asked the girl as he came to stand in the doorway with her.
"She's…they're still the same. They haven't really changed since she was brought in fourteen days ago and it's slowly killing him….and me," the Russian native replied softly as she continued to watch the man sitting beside the woman in the bed as she slept peacefully.
"It's hurting us all to see such a strong person, especially when it's Nikita, like that because when you've known her to bounce back from things much worse than the two gun shots she received from Percy within ten to fifteen minutes, it's like you're giving your hopes up, like she's failing you, because she hasn't come back yet as much as we want her too though," Owen replied, speaking for himself, Ryan, Dana, and Berkoff.
"I just want her to wake up," Alex whispered softly with tears in her eyes.
"We all do; I do," Michael's raspy voice reached their ears causing them to jump a little bit while Michael's eyes and hand did not move from staring at and holding Nikita.
"I know you do, Michael," Alex replied as she stepped further into the room and taking a quick glance at Owen, she then walked further in. Coming upon Michael, she gently rested her hand on his shoulder and said softly, "Michael, I know you don't want to hear this, but you need to go back to your apartment, take a shower and a nap, change and then come back. She'll still be here when you get back."
"Alex, you're right," Michael told her, "I don't want to hear this."
"But you need to," a new voice told him. Berkoff, walked into the room and towards his friend, "Come on, Mike. I'll go with you as will Ryan and Owen, and then we'll come back."
"I'm not leaving," the trainer replied.
"Yes you are," the other Guardian, Dana, said as she stepped into the room with a cup of coffee in her hands, "You're going to take this cup of coffee, straight black just like you like it, and catch a cab with the boys to your apartment where you're going to take a shower and a nap, and then change before coming back along with getting some food."
"No," he told them with some force.
"Do we need to personally remove you?" Owen asked him.
"Owen," Dana hissed at her fellow rogue Guardian as she glared at him too.
"Michael," Alex said and walking around to the side of the chair, she knelt down and placed her hands on his knee to make him look at her, but only for a fraction of a second before turning his glaze back at the agent in the bed, "Nikita, would not want you sitting here, dead off your ass tired, dirty or hungry. She would want you to go home and get some sleep, take a shower, and eat something. Hell, I'd bet she'd toss you out on your ass herself and lock the door after so you wouldn't come back in until you did as you were told."
"I could take her," Michael said with a slight smile as he glanced between Alex and Nikita.
"Of course you could," Berkoff said with sarcasm causing Owen, Ryan who had just walked into here Alex and Michael's comments along with Berkoff's, and Dana to laugh.
"Michael, the point is, you're not helping Nikita out like this," Dana told him.
"Exactly," Alex agreed still kneeling at the side of the chair, "When Nikita wakes up you need to have your full energy so you could threaten her to never do something like this ever again and just in general to keep up with her."
"I…I….I….I…" Michael struggled with his words before letting out a defeated sigh, knowing that Alex had hit his heartstrings with using his biggest weakness, Nikita, against him, "Fine, but only for thirty minutes to an hour, tops."
"That's fine," the two females agreed before they made the boys take Michael to do as he was told.
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Well, here's the prologue I hope you guys enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think by reviewing it. Thanks.
Much Mikita Love,
Jess(: