The Jealous Type
Hi you all! This is just a short fic that had popped into my mind when I was watching season 3 and the beginning of season 4. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Nikita or any of its characters.
Description: He was always the jealous type.
He loves seeing her wear his ring. It showed people that she belonged to someone. That she belonged to him.
He was always the jealous type.
He hates the fact that both Ryan and Owen where on her side before he was. The fact that they all worked together to fight against him, against Division; stung. He knows that all three of them will have a special bond; stories that only they will ever know. The fact that he's not a part of those stories hurts.
It hurt to see her grow close to Owen while he was in London. He regrets not going to her sooner. He knows that he could have lost her for good. He knows that he could have lost her to him. The fact that Owen has always been there for Nikita is not lost on him. He knows that they are close. Owen was one of the firsts to join Nikita in her fight against Division. He's jealous about that. He wanted to be the one of the firsts. He was just blinded.
When Owen called him that day, to tell him to come and help them; he had to go. He had no option but to go, because he just couldn't stand the fact that it was just the two of them, together. He couldn't stand the fact that they were together again, making new stories, ones that only they will know. Not again.
He knows that Ryan has some sort of feelings towards her. He's just thankful that he didn't act upon those feelings when he wasn't in the picture. Nikita told him that they had shared a kiss. Two kisses actually.
It took almost every fiber in his being not to deck Ryan in the jaw when he met him, but he knows that he was in no position to do so. At the time he was trying to kill them, though he knew deep down in his heart that he would never be able to kill her. He does admit that the rocket launcher was a bit much.
He remembers that day when they exchanged Percy for Ryan. He remembers watching Ryan as he walked towards them, towards her. Ryan's eye never wavered from Nikita, nor did her eyes waver from Ryan. Watching them wrapped their arms around each other was like a dagger stabbing into his heart.
He knows he has no right to be angry or jealous, because he left, and he didn't know where he and Nikita stood at the moment. He remembers thinking that he lost her again that day to a different man. Though, by some miracle he didn't. He vows to never let her go again.
He sees the way Ryan looks at Nikita when he thinks he isn't watching. He knows that look. That was the look he used to give her when he longed for her in Division. Which is why, when he was getting ready to propose to her he made sure to tell Ryan first. She's mine, not yours; back off, was the message he was trying to send to him. He doesn't know if it worked or not, but he hopes so.
He doesn't think that he will ever be able stop being jealous when it comes to her and other men. That's the down fall of the line of work they do. He knows that men will always look at her in a way that may drive him crazy, but when he looks down and sees that ring on her finger, he knows that he is hers, and she is his.
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