Ok! I had this on my mind, ever since I saw s03x10 promo. This is my version of events for that episode that not yet happend (nor I doubt it ever will). Brutality rated K+. Be advised.

Chapter 1

Her stranded wrists was the worst, barbed wire that raised her up in the air, craving her flesh deep, inch by inch, at the smalest move and kept her bare feet from touching the ground. She could feel the warm blood slithering away along her arms, elbows and shoulders. More blood was pouring out of her forehead into her eyes, thanks to a fresh wound - cortesy of one of the new guards - making her vision clouddy. It was hard to even breath with all the barbed wire around her ribs that craved deeper as she did. Nikita could smell, feel and taste her own blood draining the life out of her into that pool on the floor, drop by drop. It was agonizing. It was like she could see everything in slow motion. The beating, the yelling... the pain. It didn't matter. She had finished her mission. It didn't matter what he would do to her. She just wished that he would finished her off soon. But she knew better... He was a sadistic bastard, he would take his time. He was wrong dow. By the amount of blood lost in her and the one dripping on the floor, she knew she didn't had much time. A sad smile outcrop her lips at that thought.

Another hit of the club on her back took her by surprise. She almost yelled this time, but didn't. She hang on. Same as the last ten hours, she clenched her teeths and undured the following beating by holding her breath and focus her mind on another point. Another hit, this time stronger, angrier, and another one and another one...

By this time, her all body was so sored that she barely felt any pain. Still she felt the crude impacts over and over again but was like she was outside her body, so far away. A distante Albanian voice was yelling at far.

"Where is he?! SPEAK!... SPEAK!"

She remembered how everything started...

She remembered awaking up from another nightmare, scared, breathless and, once more, alone in bed.

Abandoned. That's what she felt, that's what she ever felt for the last four weeks now.

Guilt. Guilt was next. She cut off Michael's hand to save him from being blown to pieces and it took all of her strengh to do so, but that was the only thing she could do. She couldn't let him die, not him. And she tried... She tried so much to help him, be his support, to be wathever he wanted her to be... but he kept pushing her away, evading her. He needed space now. He needed space from everyone, including her. Yes. Nikita had saved him that day but now she was "the enemy". She was sure of that the day he yelled "- You helped enough!". He did blame her of everything... Her heart broke that instante and she had to run off before the tears felt right there. She cried for hours hidden out from everybody, from him. She didn't know what to do anymore.

Eventually she did give him his space, hopping... praying, he still remembered that she was still her fiancé, that she was still there if he wanted her to. Owen was her partner now because his hand wasn't good enough for what they did in life. It was a hard blow for her but she got the message. She even accepted it. But two months had passed and he was still sleeping in Medical and she was still sleeping alone. Conversations were now kept to a minimum and Nikita was almost sure that Michael didn't love her anymore. It was unberable. To see him at far talking to so many people, manytimes yelling around in frustation and avoiding her like the plague. She felt like crap on a sidewalk. Useless. This was all her fault. What was she even doing here? Hanging to something it wasn't there anymore. Tears were about to form again when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder turning her around.

"Nikki, we have to talk."

By then Birkhoff told her that he lied about the top technology for Michael. It actually was a better solution for his hand. A dangerous one. A doctor that could actually create full limbs from a single sample of DNA. The problem was he was a prisioner of a sadistic Kosovo Coronel. His property, fully locked in a military full prove quartel in a middle of nowhere. No way in and certainly no way out. And sudenly a light came across Nikita's mind. Like a torch of hope at the end of a long, long tunnel. She would get that doctor! Even if that was the last thing she ever did. She would, for him. For Michael. Maybe with that he could smile again, he could be the man she once knew and maybe... just maybe he could even forgive her.

That night she couldn't sleep. So many things in her mind or perhaps she had forgotten about the discomfort of a second class comercial airplane. That same afternoon she organized every detail. She bought the ticket after she'd secretly copied Birkhoff's intel and took only porcelain non-detected weaponry from the armory. She made sure she wrote tree small messages to the tree persons that she knew that would there by next morning, and sealed tight each envelope.

To Ryan:

"Keep up the good work! If anyone can, it's you. The kids depend on you now. Nikita"

To Birkhoff:

"You rock, nerd! Thanks for everything. Keep an eye on Michael. Nikita"

To Michael she took off her ring, once precious to both of them was now only a remembrance of a failed promise. She stared a couple of seconds at it before sliping it into the envelope and grabing a piece of paper where she wrote something. She selled the envelope, glided into the deserted Medical and slide it beneath Michael's pillow. He would find it next morning by the time she would be long gone. At the last second she changed her mind and kept the envelope. What if he would find it before she completed the mission? No. She couldn't have that. She didn't knew his habbits anymore.

A sudden sorrow took over her at the notion she didn't knew him anymore, that she wasn't part of his life ... soon it would all be true at every sense of the word.

She really hope he could forgive her because it wasn't in her planes to come back. No. After a carefull study of that quartel and the way she would do this, she knew this was a one way mission. This would be her last one.

While on the plane she looked at a girl wraping her arms at a boy and kissing him. Nikita remembered Alex. She didn't leave a message for Alex. She didn't want to bother Alex, now that she was on top of her hapiness with her boy-scout. She was happy for her. She was going to be ok.

An old woman in front frowned her face, leaned at Nikita and asked in fluent Albanian.

"I can see the mark on your finger. Divorced?"

Nikita sadly smiled, for some reason, she didn't felt like liying.

"Ex-engaged." Her accent perfect. She could still surprise herself, even after years not speaking Kosovo most comum dialect, it came out naturally. And that seemed to satisfy the lady's natural curiosity as she pulled her blanket and rolled back to sleep.

Nikita stared at her naked finger and the rain beating on the small glass window outside and all of a sudden she felt more alone than ever. A cold shiver ran through her spine.

She knew every single move after the plane landed. In two hours she was inside the alleged impenetrable quartel. She pulled her way into an old drainage on the east side of the complex, a one not guarded and found the cell that locked up the Doctor. Her left leg was still a little swallon from her last hour improvised operation. The two guards were easy to take down.

The god Doctor initially afraid and relunctant agreed to her plan of escape. The only condiction was to fix a man called Michael. He followed the same route her saviour told him to, with a tracker between his teeths. Nikita's personal Division tracker, once implanted in her leg.

And he was out, as easy as that. Nobody followed him because they were too busy following the wrong decoy. She made sure of that. He could ear the shootings and the yelling and the alarms. It was all so fast and loud than by the time he was running on the open field all the lights and guards were running inside the prision, oblivious of him. And, just like she said they would, a couple of hours later, a group of well armed man lead by a man called Michael rescued him of that hidden shack she told him to hide. Upon his sight he realized why he was saved. His hand...

"Where is she?!" This man's voice sounded desperate and angry. It made the god doctor shiver. "Why do you have her tracker?"

"Be...because she give it to me."

"Why? Who are you?"

"I... I'm Do... Doctor Ramstein... could you please put you weapons down? You're Michael, right?"

"Yes and you're that Doctor! How did she took you out of there?!"

"She told me to fix you. And then you would let me go..."

"She's right. But I need to talk to her first. Where is she?"

"Where?! She didn't came out with me. She stayed in there! She told me to give you this..." With a shaky hand he slided an envelope into Michael's hand.

It was the same type of envelope Ryan and Birkhoff had receveid back in headquarters. In everyone's were a kind of goodbye message that scared the hell out of every one. There had been no goodbye for him and, as much as it scared him too, it also give him a sense of hope. Hope that she wasn't doing what he tought she was going to do, once he eard Birkhoff's story. It all crumbled apart at the sight of that envelope...

Ok... What do you think?... Chapter 2 on the oven...