Disclaimer: I do not own anything! Not the show, the characters, nothing except the plot! As per usual, if I owned Nikita, this stupid hiatus would NOT be happening
Nikita opened the door to her lair, completely drained from the past two weeks events. Michael finding out about her and Alex was never supposed to happen. Michael and her reuniting, no matter how miraculous, was not supposed to happen. However, she couldn't deny the happiness she allowed herself to feel when she was with him. Happiness was also not supposed to be part of the equation (unless it came to destroying Division), but it was undeniable, much like her and Michael. Not only that, but with Alex getting more complicated missions, it made it even harder for the two to get together and work everything out. Michael had been trying his best to help, but he also had to maintain his cover for now- this WAS part of the plan.
But another thing that wasn't part of Nikita's master plan? Walking into her living space and seeing two men gun wielding men.
"What the hell is going one?" She demanded fiercely, running inbetween the men.
"You tell me!"
"He was in here when I came in!"
Both Michael and Owen replied respectively, their weapons well positioned on one another.
"Ohmygod!" Nikita groaned in aggravation, "First things first, put the guns away!"
"Nikita..." Michael began in a warning tone, but the glare he was shot by her stopped him and he reluctantly lowered the pistol and holstered it; Owen did the same.
"Nikita, can you please explain why I walk in here to see Percy's lapdog in here?" Owen questioned, and luckily anticipating the next move, Nikita blocked Michael from lunging at the blonde.
"Owen, what are you doing here? Last time we spoke..."
"Are you serious? You're interrogating me when..." He gestured to Michael, who scowled in return.
"Just shut up and answer her question!"
"Answer her...?" Owen started, utterly confused, and suddenly he glanced between his former oartner-in-crime and former boss, "Oh seriously? You're sleeping with Division? Literally?"
"I don't think thats any of your business," The opposite male in the room stated, however, an expression of pride sneaking onto his face. Nikita noticed this and rolled her eyes. She saw that the former Guardian was about to respond, so she decided it was time to interject.
"Both of you, shut up!" She turned to Owen, "Michael is on our team." She could sense another interruption so she hastily finished, "And that's all you need to know. You..." She addressed towards Michael, "Owen, no matter how frustrating..." Now it was Owen's turn to roll his eyes while she continued, "Has been an essential part in this whole thing so BOTH of you play nice or else."
Michael couldn't contain a snort, "Or else?"
Nikita stared at him, both irritated and secretly entertained by the playful gleam in his eye and the smirk stretching across his lips. She stalked closer to him, a smirk of her own making its way across her beautiful face that her lover couldn't help but gaze at.
"Or else," She reached up, her lips brushing against his ear, "I'll be rougher than neccesary." Suddenly, he felt a sharp jab to his abdomen. Releasing a painful groan, he muttered a "Fine."
When Nikita heard laughter in the backround, she spun around and glared at Owen, "What are you laughing at?" Her hand slid up and rested on her hip, awaiting an answer.
"He's... you're... so whipped!" He managed tosay inbetween loud chuckles.
Nikita walked over to him, "Hmm, whipped, good idea." She proved what the comment meant by pulling her gun out and hitting him over the head in rapid motion. Owen fell to the floor, unconscious, and Nikita put her gun away and ran her fingers through her hair.
"Nice work," Michael commented, then joining his lady love in lifting Owen onto the cot in the room, "But you couldn't have let me do that ten minutes ago?"
"I didn't want to do that, but I had to shut one of you up. I was getting a headache."
Michael wrapped his muscular arms around her waist and reeled her into him, "I'm glad for once it wasn't me. Now about that 'roughness'..." He leant down and placed a few tender kisses down her neck. Despite the immense pleasure his touch made her feel and the time she knew they needed to make up for yet, she reluctantly withdrew from his hold.
"Michael, this is more complicated now..."
"It wasn't before?"
"More people are involved now; Its no longer just the two of us."
"It never has been," He added with a hint of saddness as he sat down on a chair and watched her pace.
"Michael, I'm serious. Owen's back now, Alex still doesn't know you're working with us..."
"You haven't told her?"
Nikita stopped and cocked her head to the side, "Well I've had so much free time on my hands lately."
Michael raised his eyebrows in amusement, "And this is my fault?"
"Well you certainly became a bigger distraction than you were before, especially when you showed up here that night," She teased, strolling over to him and he smiled.
"You wish I hadn't come?" She sat upon his lap and smirked at him.
"Bite your tongue." And with that they met in a heated lip lock.
After a few minutes of their sensual make out session, the pair reluctantly seperated at the sound of an ear piercing shriek.
So thats the end of chapter 1! I know I made Mikita a bit more playful than usual, but remember in this fic they're together (if you hadn't gathered lol) and I just picture them more open with eachother than anyone else. Oh also! I am not the only one to have the Owen vs. Michael thing apparently, because in 's AMAZING fic "Collide" here on , she did something similar, but her's is so much better you all need to go check out her Mikita trilogy!