Hey guys, so I got a completely amazing and unexpected response to this story. Thanks for all the great reviews, I am so happy. Apparently I'm not the only one whose going crazy lately waiting for each new episode :) So most of you reviewed for chapter 2: Reckless (the oneshot that I said would have two parts) but because of the awesome response I think I want to develop this story further, so I'm making it into it's own story and should have the second chapter up asap. It will be called The Fracture and hopefully you all know where to find it. I'll leave the first chapter on here as part of this series of oneshots but please go find the actual story to read the rest that should be coming soon. Thanks again for all the amazing support. You guys are awesome!
He arrived seconds after they wheeled the bed into the room, stared down at his fiancé with wide eyes, and rounded on Owen more furiously than Alex had ever seen him.
"What the hell happened?!" He shouted at the other agent, surprising everyone in the room. "You were supposed to have her back! You were there to make sure something like this didn't happen!"
Michael's robotic hand closed around Owen's bicep, shoving him back against the wall. To Owen's credit, he didn't try to fight back, letting Michael take his anger out on him.
"Michael!" Alex tried, grabbing his shoulder, but he shook her off, ignoring her attempt to restore peace.
"She was distracted Michael," Owen answered his accusation in kind, voice cold, "She took a bullet because she was distracted…Why do you think that is?" He let his gaze fall to the metal hand that was trapping him against the wall, then back up to Michael's face. "You want someone to blame, look in the mirror."
"Owen,"Alex tried desperately, glancing at Birkhoff for support, but he was focused on Nikita, unconscious on the hospital bed, then turned again to separate them, and this time, Michael let his hands fall and took a step back, expression blank.
"Ok," Alex said in relief. "Guys…"
She motioned to Owen who glared at Michael for a moment longer in some male demonstration, then followed her to the door. Birkhoff came with them, looking slightly dazed. As the door closed behind her, Alex looked back to see Michael on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.
"I'm sorry," she heard him say before he was blocked from her view.