*A rather short chapter for this one. But fo the story "plot" (or whatever you want to call it) it was more logical to stop here than later. So yeah, still hope you like it. I was a few people putting this is their favs or following. THANK YOU SO MUCH ! I never thought this little story would get any kind of attention... Will be adding the other one in a short period :)

"Don't you ever pull a stunt like that on me again. Ever again. Do you hear me Birkhoff?" Alex sobbed in the man's neck. He didn't know if he could give her an answer at this very moment, he could certainly not promise her anything, so he just tightened his embrace to show her that he was hearing her.

They parted and Alex hesitated about talking to him. She had to know what happened. Deep down, she knew what he did. But at the surface, she was convincing herself that all this was an accident, a miss interpretation of elements that occurred at the same moment. She hoped that Birkhoff took the last Morphine pill because he was really in pain, not because of any other reason. And he collapsed because he hasn't been eating for the past three weeks. But deep, in the dark cave of her chest, she knew in her heart, what happened had nothing of an accident. She brushed away the tears that were falling down her eyelashes and plunged her eyes into the man's.

"Why would you ever do something like this?" She whispered as she took a step back. At this moment, the Birkhoff she had in front of her was not the one she used to know. The Birkhoff she knew, the Birkhoff she knows, the real Birkhoff was strong. Stubborn, genius, cocky, narcissistic, he was the type of guy that didn't know what to do with his feeling, so he just hid them away in one of his mind's hideouts and just ignored them. It was the first time she actually saw him cry. A tear streamed down the man's face and with an angry gesture, he wiped it off and tightened his jaw.

"Please… Just don't." He begged in a shaky voice.

"No Birkhoff. I need to know. Did you really think it was going to make everything better?" She said, putting a hand on his chest. She fought the tears that were trying to invade her eyes. Gosh she had never cried so much in such a short time. She took a deep breath, and Birkhoff not answering, she continued.

"Did you ever think, at one point, that we would be devastated?" She raised her voice. "Didn't you think about the pain it would have brought us?" She clenched her teeth before exhaling heavily. "Birkhoff, just explain me why…" She pleaded her too, hating herself for not being strong enough around the man. Birkhoff just stared at her, like if she wasn't there. Or transparent, it looked like he was gazing through her. Her hand slowly descended Birkhoff's chest before she finally took it off. He didn't give any other sign of life other than his chest, lifting up slowly as he took inside his lungs the air he needed. She clutched her fist, threw a quick look at the floor before going back to the man's dark eyes.

"If that is so…"She murmured.

She walked fast to the mirror and punched it once. It cracked a bit, but for her, it wasn't enough. She went back for it, and threw a second punch. A third and finally a fourth before the shinny glass parts fell to the floor in a roar. Her knuckles were bleeding, but she couldn't care less. He didn't want to talk? Fine. Then she didn't have to stay utterly calm then. She could just bash the house around as the madness and rage filled her up from the tips on the toes to the top of the head. What? What was he going to do? He had been a perfect zombie for now three weeks. It's not like if Alex loosing it was going to change that. She screamed to the top of her lungs and bashed the floor with her two hands as she sent her whole body against the white tiles. Dark red spots started appearing around her. She ignored them, but the dark on the perfect pure white made Birkhoff's head turn. He glanced at the destructive young woman before grabbing her arm and leading her to the kitchen. Still full of anger, Alex fought back, but even weakened by the lack of food, Birkhoff still had the advantage. He forced her to sit in one of the island chairs before motioning he was coming back. Alex sighted. At least it worked she thought, even if she knew that what she had done was a bad decision. In her eyesight, there was, on the kitchen counter, a knife. For a second, an idea crossed her mind, but right before she could even think of getting up to fetch it, Birkhoff walked back into the room, with gaze, bandages and antiseptic. He took in a very delicate way Alex's hand and started pulling out the shattered little shards of glass. He frowned as he felt the poor woman grind her teeth at the pain she was enduring. Why would she do something like that? Hurting herself on purpose. He shook his head of disapproval when she tried to take her hand back. He held tight on her wrist and made eye contact with her. Alex discovered something new in Birkhoff's eyes at this instant. Fear. After being emotionless for almost an eternity, she finally saw some feelings come back to the man. Little by little, she found back her Birkhoff. At least, she hoped so.

"Ouch, be careful!" She groaned as he took out the last shard, the biggest of them all. He then took the antiseptic and painted her hand with it. She clenched her jaw as she felt the product boiling in her wounds.

"What went through your mind sunshine?" She heard. For a few seconds, she was mesmerized. She had forgotten how hearing this nickname coming out of those lips felt good. Felt normal… Her eyes began burning up again, but this time, she didn't want to fight the tears. After all, why destroy tear of joy? As Birkhoff carefully wrapped her hand in a bandage, she realized she had hurt the exact same hand as he did. Her right. She chuckled a bit, thinking at what Nikita would say in this instant. "You just wanted to be like him huh? Once again." She heard in her mind she older woman's laugh and made her eyes meet his once more. He still looked sad, mostly empty. But somewhere, in the depths of those black pupils, she knew a new fire lighted up. This would be what was going to bring him back to life. To them. To her.

"Birkhoff…"She started whispering.

"Shuuuush" He answered in the same voice. He took the young woman's face in her hand and leaned forward. A few seconds later, their foreheads were touching, and Birkhoff, finally, after three weeks of feeling nothing, felt his heart beating again. He inhaled deeply and they stayed, connected, flesh against flesh.

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