Sometimes she just found herself staring off at something in the distance and wondering later on what had attracted her attention in the first place, most of the time she couldn't recall what the object was. But whatever had drawn her attention to the object, was supposed to mean something though wasn't it?
Today was one of those days. As she sat alone at the beach she gazed at the seagulls above her soaring higher and higher into the air. She wondered how it would feel to be able to fly, away, from her fears, from the blackness, from this nonstop pain.
The sound of feet struggling through the soft sand brought her out of her reverie. She turned to see Alex. Looking at the girl reminded her that she had indeed done something good, that although she had killed many during her time in Division, she had been able to save the girl in front of her. If anything this should count for something.
Alex smiled shyly at her mentor "Hey."
Nikita patted the sand beside her inviting her friend to come sit by her. "Hi"
They sat side by side looking at the beautiful sight before them, the sound of the waves and the sound of the seagulls filling in the peaceful quietness. Nothing felt more comfortable. Nothing could be as soothing as the ocean. As the waves crashed onto the shoreline it would wash away any trace of unhappiness that Nikita felt.
Nikita sighed, realizing that Alex had come out for a reason.
"What's on your mind?"
Alex turned to face her mentor, her face serious but colored with concern. "I just ... I wanted to know how you are doing. We haven't had a heart to heart in awhile"
A small smile spread on Nikita's face and she realized for the first time she did indeed need someone to talk to, but had been waiting for someone to notice. It never took Alex long to come to her aid. So much had happened and without a girl in the house she had no idea who to vent to. Birkhoff was out of the question since he could never find the right things to say. And Michael... Well he IS the problem.
"I don't know... I honestly just don't know." She tried to fight the onslaught of tears that were threatening to pool over. She pulled her knees in, hugging them closely and rocking back and forth. She didn't realize that tears had begun to fall until Alex's arms encircled her.
"It's okay Nikita. I'm here for you" Alex rubbed soothing circles on her back, and she felt comforted for the first time in what felt like ages.
Nikita let out a small, weak laugh, "Good cause I need some girl time in my life. Just because I enjoy kicking ass doesn't mean I don't need someone to shop with"
The girls laughed lightly. When the silence returned, Alex pried her mind for something to say, she had only seen Nikita hurt so many times and each time Michael was the cause. Finally she decided on some light conversation about the latest story on her mother. From there, the conversation slowly developed into less serious news.
As they sat side by side on the beach, the two assassins talked about anything and everything. Nikita tried to explain the situation with Michael, but words failed her. All she knew was that she was in love with him, but a part of her was scared that Michael didn't feel the same way. But knowing that Alex would be at her side whenever she needed her calmed her and she no longer felt so alone. If everything started to crash and collide she would always have her best friend to talk to.
