Standing alone in the plane that had been home to her friends for the past few months, Alex couldn't believe it was over. No more missions, No more crazy Bitches trying to kill her and her family. Relief surrounded her and it was like this Giant pressure had been lifted up off of her chest. She turned around, Ryan's wall of crazy standing there waiting for him to return and something felt off.
"Alex?" Nikita's voice sounded echoing off the metal walls of the plane. Alex turned again, pushing Ryan out of her mind for the moment as Nikita and Michael appeared in front of her. She exuded confidence, it's what drew people to her in the first place. They stayed because Nikita was the best, Alex was proud to call her family. Michael didn't stray to far from his fiance. Probably afraid, like Alex was, that something else might happen. That thought didn't seem to be anywhere near Nikita. She was happy and smiling, probably still masking her pain from losing Ryan. They all had felt that hit. Nikita Wrapped her Arms around Alex, hugging her tight. "We did it!" She whispered into Alex's ear. after what they had just done to the members of the Shop and to Amanda, the two of them were closer then before. It had been taxing, and Alex still felt her wounds from that fight the two of them had to stage. But she was right, They did it. The Wicked witch was dead, or as dead as they liked her for now.
Nikita began to laugh softly, it wasn't manic or deranged. It was full of relief, the relief that Alex felt and soon her own laugh joined Nikita's. And as thier laughs molded together Birkoff's voice joined them, His glee just as apparent as their own. Sonja's hand intertwined with his, as if they were wleded together. Alex couldn't blame them.
"We are Free Baby!" Birkoff exclaimed in his over dramatic way. Sonja sat quietly, looking up at Birkoff with her big chocolate eyes like he was her whole world. Then she glanced at Alex, Understanding and friendship there. Maybe They'd get back together to save the world from Traffickers. Or maybe that was something only Alex wanted to do. Alex looked around Birkoff and Sonja. He eyes searching for the one person she really wanted to see. Not that she didn't love her family but there were something she needed to say to a certain man and he should have been here by now.
"Where is Sam?" She asked, regretting it the moment the words were out of her mouth. Michael and Birkoff avoided her gaze, their faces falling into that shallow sadness men often retreated to when they were uncomfortable. Nikita placed a reassuring hand on Alex's shoulder and Sonja offered her a smile full of pity. Finally Michael looked her in her face.
"He ran into us before we left and said he wasn't coming," He said as he reached into his jacket. Alex's heart starting to throb but she pushed it aside. That was okay, obviously the thing in the plane before had been a fluke. Maybe it was a piece of Owen slipping out and Sam realized she had been right. Alex had so many walls that had been knocked down recently but she could build them back up. She had to build them back up, because after what happened to Sean, she never wanted to feel this way before. "He asked me to give this to you." Michael handed Alex a pristine white envelope, her name scrawled across the top corner in brutish manly handwriting. She Folded it up and put it in her pocket, unsure if she actually wanted to read it or not.
"I feel like they should have been here." Nikita said her facade fading as she turned to face Ryan's wall of crazy. Alex stood behind her, crossing her arms over her chest to stop herself from touching Sean's dogtags that were around her neck.
"When I walked in here I sware I could see Ryan standing here." She said a soft chuckle to her voice as her eyes wondered over the wall. The atmosphere of the room had changed drastically, but this was what they needed. Being Division you don't get to mourn people, now they had that chance. "That wired, Sleep-deprived look in his eyes as he did everything he could to save our butts."
"Yeah," Birkoff said speaking up. "And Sean would be over in the corner with a disproving look in his eye about everything we did. He would have never agreed with the plan. Too many variables." Alex nodded, guilt eating at her as she thought about him again. Nikita's voice however interrupted those thoughts.
"But we did it. It's finally over." There was a collective sigh around the room, as every one came into their own about what had happen. Everything was going to be different now, they were free.
The party, if you can really call it that, broke up a little after that. Everyone excited to go on with their lives, to start fresh. Alex felt a little sad. She had a life to go to but it felt a little empty without Michael or Nikita or Birkoff in her ear. She wondered when she was going to see them again. Her little dysfunctional family, What was she going to do without them. She had one idea, and she couldn't wait to get started.
