Author's Note: I do not own Nikita or any of its characters. This is set pre-series and more than likely, AU. Please enjoy.
Dear younger me,
You're going to regret this. You know you are. But you know this is the only way. This is the only way to make sure that they pay for what they did. This is the only way to help Michael and Amanda. Percy needs to be destroyed. Division needs to be destroyed. This is the only way to make sure that it does. Leave the notes and disappear. Remember Daniel when it gets too hard and remember Michael's inner goodness when he hunts for you. Remember that you love both and grieve for both when you stop to rest.
Most of all – remember to live.
The regret will leave as the months pass.
~Nikita
P.S. – Leave the note and get out.
Michael sighed as he went into his room. He had his ass handed to him by Percy, mostly for the fact that Nikita had managed to escape. He knew that Nikita wasn't happy due to what had happened on the last mission. He tried to make up for it, but she wasn't having any of it. He moved over to his dresser, taking off his tie and freezing as he saw an envelope on his dresser. He took and read it, the necklace of Saint Jude falling out as well.
Michael – I am doing this for you.
She didn't need to sign it. He knew what it meant. He put the necklace back in the envelope and hid the note. He finished getting undressed and went to bed alone. Tonight, the memories of Nikita's warm and loving body would get him by.