LA FEMME DANA
Disclaimer: I don't own La Femme Nikita, only Dana and Daniel.
EDITED SEPTEMBER 2012 because this was becoming an eyesore for me…I'm going to expand on scenes, fix grammar and just all out flesh the story out a bit more. I can't say if it'll be better, but it'll be less painful for me to have up on my site at the very least I'd love to hear from old readers and new alike to see if the difference will be good or bad!
Original A/N: The story takes place about 25 years after the series finale – old characters revisited and some issues will finally be resolved…I hope;)
Intro:
The harsh breathing sounded loud and abrasive in the oval room that was painted a blinding white as if to counteract all of the darkness that took place in it.
There were two people present at the moment; a tall blonde woman, whose beauty made her look at least ten years younger than she really was and a big, burly man, who was covered in sweat and had two linear gashes on his cheeks.
The woman, Nikita, walked calmly around the middle-aged balding man, who was fuming in rage with drool hanging from his mouth as he tried to catch his breath after his latest experience with her hospitality.
Nikita's cold and empty sky-blue eyes looked down at him calmly and although the terrorist instinctively tried to, he couldn't escape the metallic chair he was chained to.
His attention was forced back to the present, halting his feeble escape attempts, when the woman stared down at him with a smile that under normal circumstances would have screamed friendliness and gentle curiosity. A second later, she repeated the questions that he'd been subjected to for God only knew how many hours already.
"How did your organization find money for the attack on the Danish national bank? Who is your organization partnering with?"
The man's crazy gaze caught the elder woman's and despite his personal fear of her, he'd been trained to survive under a lot more pressure than he'd been through so far. Without hesitation he spat at her face, grinning madly at the same time.
Nikita slowly wiped off the spit from her cheek and then, without any warning, she jumped forward and held a deadly looking knife inches from his throat.
The man laughed the woman he only knew as Operations in the face, unable to contain his insanity any longer.
Nikita's lips transformed into a smile, that would have made her former boss, Madeline proud. To the prisoner's surprise, she straightened back up, pocketed the weapon and left the white room without retaliating.
Out in the dimly lit hall, Nikita met her large and extremely beautiful son, Daniel. He was born and raised in Section one. His abilities had shown themselves in a young age and despite rumors of favoritism eight years ago at the mere age of sixteen, Nikita had made him second in command; the place, which had originally been meant for her.
The irony of it all was never lost on Nikita.
Their eyes met and Nikita spoke quietly after a short second, "He won't talk."
Daniel nodded, looked away and then answered as his gaze returned to his mother's, "Let me try."
He didn't wait for verbal permission, and simply walked inside the White Room. Daniel came back only three minutes later. He wasn't surprised that his mother hadn't waited for his reappearance; she'd never doubted that he would succeed.
A few minutes after Daniel left the White Room, the Cleaners pulled out a dead man. He had been a murderer, a brutal rapist and he'd wrecked havoc in all his years, but as the Cleaners efficiently pulled out a black body bag and turned to close his still open eyes, it was clear that those same eyes shone with frozen fear as someone far more dangerous than him had entered his life.
As the newest casualty for Section One's efficient interrogation technique was being readied for his last journey, Daniel walked up to his mother's office to debrief. An hour and a half later he had assembled a strike team to his liking and left for Denmark to find the small terrorist group called 'Black Samba'.
Denmark, Copenhagen.
The overweight redhead, Dana Pedersen, stood leaning up against the wall. She was beyond tired and groaned silently at the thought that she wasn't getting off from work anytime soon. God, she hated working in the summer; the heat and the sweat…ugh.
She didn't get more than a few moments to catch her breath though, the evening service was at its highest and the bustle had set in with a vengeance. Dana sighed out her misery, reminding herself that she could really use the money and went into the crowd to accept orders from fashion oriented Copenhageners.
It was easier for Dana to move in the mass, no true Copenhagener would want to be seen touching a fat girl with greasy skin. Dana sighed heavily again and accepted their orders without letting her infamous temper get the best of her.
It was said temper that had cost Dana her last two jobs, so she managed to force any eruptions back for the time being and focused on doing her job well instead.
Later in the evening, right before closing time in fact, the restaurant received a large order. Since Dana didn't have any family in town, and the fact that she may or may not have mouthed off a little to the cooks, she won the right to deliver the meals. With a disgruntled moan, Dana got up on her worn old bicycle and pedaled towards the destination feeling utterly exhausted.
Fortunately, the destination wasn't that far from her workplace and after ten minutes, Dana arrived at the surprisingly empty building lot. Eying the place with confusion, Dana got off of her bicycle with shaking legs. Even as she inwardly promised herself to work out more in the coming months, Dana was on high alert. It wouldn't be the first time she'd been sent out with food only to find that the caller had been faking for some inane reason.
"Hello? Anybody there?" she called out in Danish, suddenly feeling the hairs in the back of her neck stand up. Turning her head a fraction, she squinted ahead; sure that she'd seen movement in the darkening evening.
A moment later, her eyes finally locked in on a dark clad man, who, as her female mind wasn't afraid to point out instantly, was quite possibly the most beautiful man she'd ever laid her eyes on.
The man was extremely tall, and had dark brown hair, which were the first things she noticed. I wonder which color his eyes are? Dana thought to herself as she watched the older man walk closer to her without a sound.
Naturally, Dana figured that he was coming to get the food in her hands and slowly moved towards him. Something isn't quite right…Dana thought with a pinch of dread weighing her stomach down, but then she ignored her instincts and kept going.
"Hey, I have a delivery from—" she started saying in Danish when all of the sudden, the man pulled out a black gun and pointed it at her. He never said a word and without thinking Dana fell to the ground, while screaming at the top of her lungs.
Seconds later all hell broke loose!
Shots were fired from the dark and combat erupted between large groups of people seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
In the midst of it all, someone grabbed Dana, who instinctively threw her head back as her karate loving brothers had taught her and to her immense satisfaction she heard a loud crunching sound as the person trying to attack her from behind suffered a broken nose. His groan of pain was music to her adrenaline fueled ears.
I'm getting out of this alive if that's the last thing I'll ever do, Dana thought ferociously, her body's size fooling another opponent to think that she was inept at self-defense as she kicked out with all her power and clocked her attacker violently in the groin. After the man fell down, the large beautiful man from moments before showed up by her side as if by magic and still not speaking a word, he quickly pressed a spot on her neck and everything turned dark.
And, irritatingly enough, the only thing Dana had time to think as she lost consciousness was that his eyes were a shade of green she'd never seen before.
0o0o0
When she woke up, Dana was in a white room, on a weird, futuristic looking grey bed. She blinked with confusion, looking around to take in her surroundings more fully.
Everything was white, too white.
Am I dead? Was it all a weird dream? Dana thought, puzzled, but a second later, she felt a pounding in her head that kinda told the Dane that she was still alive. It's the first time I've ever been glad to have a headache, Dana mused darkly to herself as she cautiously sat up.
A door that she hadn't noticed at first because of all the white slowly began to open with an ominous screech. A breath later, Dana's gaze met the beautiful man from earlier.
"What's going on?" Dana timidly asked in her native tongue, "am I in some kind of television show? 'Cause reality shows are kind of not my style."
The man stared silently at her and after a five-minute stare contest where none of the two people had looked away for a second, he finally spoke in English.
"You are no longer in Denmark. Here you will train, learn how to become an operative. And after two years, if all goes well, you'll work for us."
Dana pretended not to understand the words and took on a dumb questioning look and stated with a massive fake accent, "Me sorry. No understand."
The beautiful man smiled a small smile and reached inside black leather coat only to withdraw a black and white picture, which he silently held it out to Dana.
Dana accepted it with a suspicious look in her silver grey eyes and looked down at it. She started with recognition and shock. It was a picture of a grave – and not just any grave. It was taken at the graveyard in her hometown.
It's my family grave plot. Dana realized as pure dread began to fill her entire being as she slowly began to understand that this, whatever it was, was definitely not a reality show.
Damn. Dana looked closer when something unfamiliar caught her eye. There was a new gravestone and written on the small, dark stone with big iron letters was, 'Dana Pedersen 2005-2025. Beloved daughter and sister.'
Dana looked up at the tall man with genuine fear now showing on her face. The man opened his mouth to speak and once again he was using an unusually quiet voice, which expressed gentle pity for her fear and nothing else.
"You will do as we say. The training begins tomorrow morning."
Dana crossed her arms in spite and stated coldly in Danish, "Forget it, Dumbass."
The man didn't understand the words, but the meaning was quite clear from her tone alone, because he said over his shoulder as he turned to leave, "…Or else you'll end up with the rest of your dead relatives."
Dana sank to the floor, only then noticing that she'd gotten out of the bed at some point. This isn't real; she thought miserably, this kind of thing only happens in movies from the old days.
"I won't do it," Dana ended up muttering to herself on the cold floor over and over again until she finally succumbed to sleep, exhausted from the stress of everything.
BANG!
An undisclosed amount of time later, the door to her room was burst open and Dana found herself pulled roughly to her feet and a moment later, she got a sack dropped down over her head. Dana barely had time to comprehend what was happening before they, whoever they were, forced her head down into a bucket of ice water. She only knew with an aching heart that the training the mysterious man had talked about had begun.
0o0o0
The following days quickly turned into a mixture of pain, humiliation and extreme exhaustion for Dana. Since her weight was twice as high as her fellow trainees, and the fact that she didn't have any obvious talents, the instructors were a lot more brutal with their handling of her, but no matter what they put her through, Dana's monumental stubbornness refused to let her break down and cry like a baby as she really wanted to most of the time.
On top of that, Dana had kept up the pretence of not knowing the English language and one night, several days after her arrival the door to her cell was opened.
Dana herself was lying on her uncomfortable bed, moaning and panting after yet another day of training and watched the man she'd since come to know as Daniel enter her cell. He was followed by an older man.
The unfamiliar man had grayish hair and that empty glare in his brown eyes that almost everyone in Section One had in her limited experience. Without any hesitation whatsoever, he sat down on the edge of her bed and shocked her out of her exhaustion by speaking Danish.
"We all know you're good at English. Your papers have betrayed you – although I admire you for your courage. Frankly you don't have time to put obstacles in your way. The other trainees are already miles ahead of you and you know what the unavoidable consequences are if you fall too much behind."
Dana laughed, suddenly she just couldn't contain it anymore and she got up from her bed still laughing.
Then all of the sudden, Dana eyed a chance and grabbed the Danish man tightly around his neck and squeezed while she hissed in flawless English, "Let me go or else I swear I'll kill him."
Daniel didn't move an inch. In fact, he answered with an almost friendly tone in his voice, "Feel free. He's on the B-list."
Daniel turned away from the stunned girl and was about to leave, when Dana threw away the smaller man and unceremoniously jumped towards the much larger man. He had already turned to receive the attack and his big hand hit her right in the stomach and without landing a hit on her own, Dana fell abruptly to the ground with a yelp of pain.
Daniel leaned down over the now moaning Dana, who gasped for air that just didn't want to come as quickly as she needed it. "Always go for the kidneys if you attack from behind, "the second in command told her in his quiet voice, " it disables your opponent and they can't fight back."
Dana closed her eyes and for the first time since waking up in that God forsaken place, tears fought to escape her eyes. "Let me go," she pleaded hoarsely, "I want to go home. I didn't do anything to deserve this."
The man in front of her seemed deaf to her pleas; instead he simply caressed her forehead ever so gently and left without saying another word. The B-list operative, who looked quite shaken about the turn of events, followed him like a shadow.
0o0o0
Daniel left the trainee area and went up to his mother's office. She stood frozen and observed Dana's cell on a screen.
Nikita had a pained expression on her still beautiful face as her son knocked on her door. That meeting is almost identical to the first time I met…
Daniel entered before she could finish her though, and Nikita expertly regained her cool exterior.
"She fights admirably," she said with a calm that she didn't feel on the inside before continuing curiously, "Now tell me again why she is here in the first place? She does not fit any of our usual recruitment molds."
Daniel looked down on the screen and they both watched silently how Dana struggled to get back up on her bed before waving to the camera with a certain immature gesture on her hand. As she was sitting there on the bed and staring coolly into the camera without any visible show of fear, Daniel felt something strange stir inside of him; some kind of admiration, perhaps.
Instead of pondering his unusual feelings a little longer, Daniel simply sighed inwardly and answered his mother's question. "She is not the born operative, I agree. Yet, her instincts are better than most of the other recruits already even though they are all experts in some way or another. I chose her because…" he trailed off and a second later, a rare smile lit up Daniel's face as he reluctantly removed his gaze from the screen and looked down at Nikita, "I wanted to know more about her nature and capabilities. Does that even make sense?"
Nikita stood silently for a few long moments, before she nodded with her own rare smile, "I accept your reasons. Pick three wards and train them your way. You are now Dana's instructor and she must be tamed no matter the cost. Do you understand?"
Daniel nodded without a word and left the woman, who herself had never quite been tamed, never realizing the irony of it all. After a small detour to the weaponry to deposit his personal gun for maintenance, Daniel entered his small office. It was the office that had once belonged to his predecessor, who was also his biological father, Michael Samuelle.
He was a man that Daniel had never met. No power, not even Section resources had been able to locate him or Daniel's 8-year-older brother, Adam.
Ignoring the thoughts about his other family members was easy to Daniel; after all, he'd been doing it his whole life. Instead, he sat down in his chair and pressed some numbers into the computer to finish some tedious paperwork. As he worked, Daniel realized that for some reason he was haunted by the desperate expression on Dana's face as he told her the facts of her continued survival in Section One.
Without him really knowing how it happened, Daniel found himself standing over by the other computer in the room, watching her on the screen.
Now she had lain down on the floor and her silvereyes never once left the camera. After a few minutes of staring, Daniel turned away defeated but determined.
I will break her and make her the best operative possible.
Sighing out loud, Daniel continued his chain of thought before returning to his rapports. Maybe then I can finally get some peace.
TBC…
Original A/N: This story I began writing several years ago in the midst of my La femme Nikita I love it face and just stumbled across yesterday and I thought since I always enjoy multitasking, why not post this while I fight my writers block on my other story "reliving the glory days". I hope you enjoy – if not, try not to flame too much;). But please review so I can get better at my writing;)