NIKITA : 2x10 Guardians
Owen's Call
Max's laugh was like the sound of wind chimes ringing against each other, provoked by the wind. Michael still couldn't believe what was right in front of him. He had a son. He had had one, for four, almost five years. And he hadn't known. Until that day.
Every time Michael thought about it, he could feel his heart ripping inside. Nikita had forced him to choose. To choose to be with her, or to think about her every second of the day. Every time he pictured Nikita, walking away, his heart broke again. He was glad he had a son, someone to trust and love him unconditionally, having no knowledge of the evil things he had done, even if Max didn't know Michael was his father at all. But he missed Nikita too.
He wondered how she was. She was out there, somewhere, plotting to take down what she had been part of, for a period of time. And he, Michael, should be out there with her, fighting. Michael stopped himself. It hurt too much to think about her. And besides, he shouldn't worry. Nikita was fine. Probably.
"Cookie?" Michael looked over at Max, who was holding a half of a cookie out to his father.
"Yum. Thanks." Michael sat down next to his son, just as his phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me." 'Me? Of course, Owen Elliott. Nikita must have been working with him,' Michael thought. Owen continued,
"You should know Nikita's closing in on the black box - and she's making the approach solo." Suddenly, a series of shouts came from Owen. Michael quickly hung up. He dialed the number of Max's nanny.
Nikita was in trouble - or she was going to be. And this time, he was going to be there for her.