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Their love was never planned; It was an unexpected spark, a surprsing beautiful connection. It was never simple, far from it. It was complicated and forbidden; It was against every law Division had implemented. It was dangerous.
However, what they shared and what feelings coursed through their veins were too strong to ignore. Ofcourse things forced them apart, especially when she reappeared on the grid, determined to take down the agency she previously worked for- the one he was still involved in. But unanticipated moments of pleasure and pain occurred, always reminding them of their lingering love; It never waivered in leaving them confused when they did part ways.
But that one fateful night, after he had discovered the true identity of her mole, niether walked away. He unexpectantly showed up at her lair, and they made love. And from that evening of passion, came an unpredicted result.
"Unbelieveable," Nikita groaned, staring down at the plastic stick. She really would not have believed if the two bars were not gazing back up at her; The only reason she even considered this idea was after two weeks of being ill was because of an off-handed joke made by Alex.
"Hey, maybe it's morning sickness," The 19 year old had said with an added chuckle.
It was then she realized it wasn't as funny as her friend had thought, because Nikita secretly knew it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. Even without a due date in mind, she knew the dates coincided; She also knew there had only been one man in that time period. The same man that has owned her heart for six years.
Dropping the test onto the desk, she ran a hand through her dark locks, "How the hell can I be pregnant?" She mumbled to the empty room, but she began to think of the more assaulting question: How the hell was she going to tell Michael?
Alex was informing her of a mission, that much Nikita understood. Various jumbled words meshed together into sentences that in any other circumstance would captivate Nikita's full attention. However, in this moment, too many conflicting thoughts were clouding her mind to focus on her protege's information.
"Hello! Nikita!" This direct comment snapped her out of her thinking and she glanced at the light haired beauty who said it and was wearing a questioning expression.
"What?" was the rogue agent's simple response, perplexing Alex even more.
"Did you hear a word I said?"
"Ofcourse, just... thinking of our next step," She naturally answered, she had managed to hear the main details of her partner's new assignment, so it wasn't a complete fabrication. She stood from her stool, however, a rush of dizziness forced her back onto it.
"Woah, woah, woah. Are you OK?" The younger of the women asked, rushing to her mentor's side, "Nikita, what happened? Should I..."
Anxiety was clearly overtaking her student, not helping her own. She had experienced moments of feeling woozy since she had been "under the weather", but this time was different, worse. But, with Alex kneeling beside her, she didn't have much of a choice other than donning her usual brave face.
"Alex, calm down," She chuckled softly, inhaling careful breaths and relaxing at the warmth of blood swimming back through her veins, "I just got a little light-headed."
"Are you still sick? Because I've never seen you get light-headed; I can do this mission on my-"
"I'm FINE," Nikita emphasized, standing up (against Alex's physical and vocal objections) to prove her point, "See? I'm alright, no reason to worry."
Alex was skeptical, observing her teacher with a wary eye as the femme fatale manuevered around the lair with her normal, effortless ease. "If you're sure..." She trailed off, with not much assurance in her tone.
"Alex, we have a job to do. Nothing has stopped us before, a little read hush is not going to stop us now. Now, where is the meeting spot for this op again?"