"You called me strong, you called me weak,
But still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times
I never let you down"
-Kryptonite, 3 Doors Down
Nikita took a shaky breath of air. Snickering ruefully, she realized it was her first full intake of air since the, the...well she really wasn't sure what to call it.
The kidnapping?
Escape?
Attack?
No, she understood, they were all insufficient, meager synonyms for what had really happened.
She had been rescued...by Michael.
And because of that baffling and somewhat arousing fact, Nikita found herself sitting at her computer desk, unable to do anything but disassemble and reassemble her gun over and over again.
It disturbed her that he-a man she had 'known' for quite some time-was able to throw her that off-guard. To be capable of shifting her thoughts and beliefs around so easily, that she didn't even remember what the original origin of them was.
So many questions swarmed through her head that it was hard to even think about deciphering them...
Was Michael on her side now?
Was he going to quit Division?
She snorted at her own obliviousness. No one quit Division. You either ran for your life like she did or you...well, let's just say, you never found another job.
But examining that last thought just brought her back to the one question she couldn't even begin to fathom.
Because Nikita had been trained to see the worst in people...
Raised to believe you could only trust yourself...
Born with the belief that behind every action was a veiled, clandestine motive...
So if that was true, she wondered...
What was Michael's plan?
Author's Note: Sorry, this was so short. It was surprisingly hard to write from Nikita's POV, but I gave it a shot. Thanks for all the reviews and encouragement to keep doing a one-shot for every episode, it means a lot to me.