Oh! I'm sick already with this waiting for the "Guardians" episode! I can't imagine how I feel when the Hyatus came! puuufff...
This story came to me in a bit and i couldn't stop writing it. Please excuse for my english mistakes. I did my best! Depending on your reviews to keep the story or not... so please opinionate (is that a word?) Hehehe... Thank you!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NIKITA CHARACTERS OR PLOTS.
Chapter 1
Nikita and Owen enter the apartment laughing.
-Well... that was really amazing! - said Nikita, while putting the big box on the counter kitchen. - I never knew you had it in you!
Owen follow her lead and did the same with his box. He smirt.
-I just saw he was desperate for the money, so I just offer want I wanted.
-Yeah. 5k for all this guns! - she emptyed the boxes while Owen went to the fridge.
On the counter was a Glock19 revolver, a Remington870, a Ar14 rifle, a M4 Carbine and several knives big and small with holsters.
-A hell of a deal!
-I knew you would like it! You want a beer?
-Yeah, why not. - she said while detaching the slot of the Glock e pulling back together with shining eyes and a huge smile.
-Here! - he extended the bottle across the counter. He took a pause to look at her new roomate. - You know... it's the first time, since you arrived here, I saw you smile... It looks good on you, you know!
-Oh... Owen... You did improve your complementary skills!
He laugh.
-Well... you know me. Always improving!
Nikita was about to answer when, sundely, her phone starting to ring. She look at it. The ID called marked "Michael". She froze for a second.
She had being avoiding his calls for a week now, ever since she found Owen. Not that she felt she was doing something wrong, because she wasn't, but simply because she didn't wanted him to give her the sermon of "Oh! Owen is so dangerous!". Besides, ever since Birkoff thing, she felt really alone for the first time in years. Birkoff... poor nerd! Because of her reckleness he almost... almost... she did even want to think about that option. Still she was in his home... She already imposed her own staying time enough.
Owen was really happy for her company and he was a perfect roomate. One to whom she could even train her sparring skills whitout fears. A new partner... like Michael was, except the lover part.
Michael... it semed so far now. How long had they bean separeted? Almost two months now... felt more like two years! It felt too long! It steel sting but now she could control it.
She hang off the phone. Owen was looking at her with an non-aproval expression on his face.
-What? - she just spat.
-You being avoiding him all week!
-So?
He sighted.
-You think that's the best way? He's probably worried now.
She smirked at him.
-He has his son now... and Cassandra... He doesn't need me!
-So why is he calling to You two, tree times, every day?
-I don't know... and honestly... I don't care.
His eyebrow lifted showing he didn't believe in her.
-Really?
-Really! - she shouted him.
Nikita was mad now, showing him that was a dangerous territory for him to step.
-Ok. - He raised his hands as in surrender.
A minute of silence passed. Owen took the last sip of beer and trow it in the garbage desposal.
- So... - he broke the silent - ...when do you wanna test this beautys?
The smile came slowly to her lips again. That's the thing about Owen... he knew just how to make her smile...
"The number you just dailed is not available right now. Please try lat..." he just cut off the machine voice. Now so familiar to him. In one explosion gesture, along with a huge growel, he smash the phone against the wall, breaking it into a milion pieces. Michael was loosing it! Because he was loosing her...
His heart squeezed so tight he couldn't breath. He slide to the floor againt the wall. He felt like that was all his fault. He missed having a family... now he had one and he's paying the price: he's loosing Nikita. Memorys came rushing his mind. The days inside Division as her instructor: the sparing, that undeniable strong atraction for that wild cat named Nikita. Then the months chasing her around, always elluded, always the perfect women and warrior. The last few months were the happiest of his live after Hallie and Elizabeth´s deaths. The love he felt from her was as strong as her own love for him. They were One! Diferent opinions but still one mind, one body. He could still feel the way she tasted, her hands, her smile. The way they slept holding tight after they made love. He loved her so much. He probably didn't told her that enought times.
He missed her in his arms. He would do anything to have her right now in his arms. One kiss from her, one hug. Anything that would'nt scream dark loneliness like he felt right now. Like a pathetic loser trying to live a life that he didn't choose just because he missed having a family. Who was he kidding? Ok, Max was his son and he loved him already. He was a special kid. Cassandra was a perfect mother. She often invited him to stay out of the couch. Michael once loved her and they had a son together. She was beautiful, inteligent and amazing. In a perfect world she would be his choice. But he was still in love with the most perfect women in the world: Nikita. It was impossible to him to see Cassandra as anything other than 'the mother' of his child.
Cassandra knew that too. She waited paciently for him to change his mind. Michael was a really special Man, one to keep. He was there to be with his son. Eventualy end up helping her around the house, with the groceries, fixing the water pipe that broke for the 10´s time that month, cleaning up the dishes, storing heavy old boxes in the basement. She guessed he just wanted to keep busy, maybe so he could keep his mind off of Nikita. But apart from the long walks, the short phone calls and an ocasional smile thourds Max he didn't smile much or talk much. It hurt her to see him like this. He was a good father but that was all.
It was late after 10 p.m. when she eard that smashing noise. She run to the living room to find Michael siting on the floor with his hands over his head. Cassandra look to the pieces of a once call phone scattered over the room.
-Michael?... - he almost did'nt move. She was afraid to ask but she did it any way. -What happened?
A long silence followed. She was about to leave when she eard his low, serious voice.
-I can't do this anymore.
Cassandra shivered.
-What? What are you talking about?
-I though I could, I tryed... I really did...
Cassandra sighted. This was enevitable.
-This is about Nikita, isn't it? - she knew the answer...
-Yes.
She circuled him and sit next to him. That's when he sees his eyes. It was full of tears about to drop. She lean a hand on his shoulder.
-She doesn't even answer my calls anymore!
-Michael... I have something to show you... - with that she pull a piece of paper from her apron front pocket and delivered to him.
His eyes opened in real panic. Looking at her and then to the paper and back at her again.
-What? What is the meaning of this?