I Will Follow You into the Dark

Chapter One: Reminiscing

Owen's P.O.V.

I've never done this before; compromise myself for the well being of another. This is all still so new to me. It was strange, usually the feeling of getting beat up in my defeat felt so bitter and painful but right now, knowing that somewhere she was free, safer somewhere, it felt like an achievement and tasted like victory. Or was it my blood I tasted? Whatever it was, I felt…ready but then she came.

3 Months Ago

Nikita's P.O.V.

It's been two weeks since I last saw Owen and it's been longer since the time I last heard about Michael. Ever since he left to be with his son, everything's been much harder. Much more complicated with less hope of all this ever being done. "You know, if he can't see what he left behind… maybe you shouldn't be together" I keep thinking about what he told me that time. I keep telling myself that he's right. I know he is but I just can't seem to let go…at least not yet.

It was hard, trying to track Owen down. I knew that my only hope was getting closer to finding the black box was with his help. He knew the ways of a guardian best. The way they walked, moved and even looked. They had this same aura they carry around...maybe it's the Regimen or maybe it's their experiences. I'm glad Owen turned around, he's been quite a help and dare I say it, I kind of miss his quirky self around me. He always knew how to make me smile...even if I didn't tell him.

Found him. It was much easier than I thought. I really need to teach him about this stuff. It was three in the morning in...California. He must've been itching for a vacation.

His house...well it was more of a vacation site. It was an Oceanside house and its view was spectacular, showing the Malibu beach. It was a stupid choice...keeping a high profile would not help him hide his identity...keep this up and soon his life would be in danger. I knew I should've called but it was easier to track him down than search for his current number. His house was clean and full of high tech gadgets...must've been working with Gogol again. I found him in his room heavily asleep. "Owen." I whispered as I reached out to shake his shoulders.

I felt something nearly touch me. I grabbed whoever's arm that was, threw that person onto the bed and strangled that person with m thighs. I was still a little wobbly. A thousand thoughts came through my mind. Division, Gogol, Black Box, Guardians and the moment I saw dark hair that tickled my legs...Nikita. "Owen!" I heard her shout...what could she possibly be doing in here? I let her go and just stared at her for a few moments and that's when I realized I was just in my boxers. I stood up and went to my closet. "Sorry...but I wasn't expecting to see you here. Couldn't handle another day without me?" I smirked as I was putting on clothes. I was glad Nikita's here, I did miss her. Thought I'd never hear her voice again...bossy and not to mention sexy. "I need your help." "With what?" I sat next her on my bed. "Black boxes, I hope you had your reasons why you chose this place...seems a little too high profile." She was snooping around my room like a K-9 searching for drugs in an airport. "Two reasons. One; Guardians, Two; didn't cost me a dime. This place does seem fancy but only one bedroom. I'll just take the couch. You can sleep here...make you feel comfortable." I started to flee the room. "Not to be disrespectful but Ms. Bossy Pants, you did wake me up remember? I need my sleep. Goodnight" I made my way to the living room. "Owen, what did you mean by 'it didn't cost you a dime'?" "It's my parents and the items are from Gogol. Don't worry, I'm done with them." I notice her face was in shock. "Wow. Still don't know that much about you." She said leaning against the door with her cute smile on. "Stay tuned."