Hey guys!
Thanks for the reviews and alert on the last chapter, they really do make my day. I would have updated earlier but I have this annoying thing called school and it is currently kicking my behind!
Oh, and I want to thank Skyethestarlitangel for mentioning the mistakes I made in the last chapter. Like I said, it was 2.45 am when I wrote that plus English is not my first language. The mistakes will be fixed!...eventualy lol
Nikita's POV
Nikita woke up, looking all around her, hoping to see her own loft and dirty-as-hell windows, hoping that the whole thing had been a dream.
The excruciating pain she felt in her back when she moved let her know that it was most definitely not a dream.
She also didn't see her own loft either, instead she was looking at a very male-looking room with brown and beige as head colours.
Where was she? Did Michael hand her over to Division after all? She didn't feel like she was anywhere Division-y, and why would they patch her up? They would be happy if she was dead.
When you think of the Devil…
"Good morning, Sunshine," Michaels voice sounded from the door.
…You see it's tail.
Nikita looked at him, not trusting herself to speak. He was looking very…relaxed. Like the weight of the world had fallen of his shoulders. Like he had made a major decision and felt good about it. He also looked very tired, blue shadows under his eyes betraying the fact he probably didn't sleep at all during the night. He still managed to look hot though.
"How are you feeling," he asked and slowly approached the bed.
"Like I got shot," Nikita honestly replied and Michael chuckled softly.
"Bet you do, thankfully I've got painkillers!" he said happily and he showed her a tablet of pills that had been lying on the nightstand
Nikita looked suspicious, accepting pills from the enemy? Didn't sound like a sensible idea…but the pain was so bad!
"Oh come on, I'm not drugging you or something, the doctor that patched you up gave them," Michael explained, seeing her hesitation.
"Fine, but if you're lying, I will kick your ass, bullet wound or not," Nikita warned him with a glare.
"Pff, as if," Michael scoffed and he handed her a glass of water. Helping her support her head so she didn't have to sit up all the way.
"So, where am I anyway?" Nikita asked, once she had settled back into the pillows.
"Relax, I didn't bring you to Division, this is my place" Michael said, while sitting down on the bed, right next to her.
"Your place?" Nikita asked, she was lying in Michaels bed?
"Yes Nikita, my place. Unlike popular belief, I don't actually live inside Division," Michael told her and she had to chuckle, which caused her to gasp out in pain.
"I remember all the recruits use to think that, when I was still there anyway," Nikita told him, still breathing a little bit harder due to the sudden pain-shot.
"Oh they still do, I just never had the energy to tell them otherwise," Michael told her.
"Why did you take me here, Michael?" Nikita asked, suddenly serious.
"Because I couldn't take you to the hospital?" Michael tried with a smirk.
"Let me rephrase that, why didn't you take me to Division?" Nikita tried again.
Michael sighed and looked down at his hands.
"I …I couldn't, Nikita, I just couldn't turn you in," Michael sighed again, not meeting her eyes.
"But there were other agents, they must have seen you helping me, Percy is going to hunt your ass as much as mine!" Nikita yelled, kind of worried now, Percy was going to kill him!
"Nah, you were passed out cold, I just told them you're dead, confirmed it to Percy and told him I would deal with the body," Michael explained.
"But I'm not dead…Michael, if Percy ever finds out I'm still alive he's gonna cancel you so fast your head will spin!"
"I know, but I was hoping you would lay low for a little while…at least till I'm ready to leave the place," Michael told her, and for a second Nikita swore her heart stopped beating.
Michael was gonna leave Division? Was he going to join her? Why the sudden change of heart?
So many questions, but Nikita couldn't form a single one, she just stared at him, mouth hanging half open.
"I…Michael, I don't understand," Nikita admitted.
"Birkhoff gave me a very interesting file yesterday before I met up with you, lets just say, it was a revelation," Michael told her softly, and she knew by the tone of his voice that it was serious. She could slowly see tears building up in his eyes.
"Michael, what was in the file?" Nikita asked, suddenly very serious. Something told her that he needed to talk about it.
"Kasim is Division," Michael said so soft she almost couldn't hear him.
"What?" Nikita asked, feeling outraged. Michael just nodded, knowing very well she had heard him.
"I don't understand, that would mean Percy…" Nikita couldn't even form the rest of her sentence.
"Percy ordered the hit on my family, yes," Michael was still looking at his hands, barely keeping the tears in.
"Jesus Christ, why would he do something like that? I mean, I always knew he was an asshole but …" Michael didn't answer and Nikita stopped talking, she knew he couldn't handle any more right now.
She carefully put herself in a sitting position and took one of Michael's hand in her own. She kissed it and gave a small squeeze.
"We'll get him, Michael, I promise you now, he will pay," she whispered, Michael couldn't do more than nod, as he had to succumb to his tears.
Nikita just held him, not even caring about the pain running trough her back.
That was it! A little short, but hopefully still good. How did I do with Michael? He was difficult to write this emotional and I'm not sure if I did it well. Let me know what your opinions on this chapter are
Hope you have a nice day!
Peace, Love, Mikita!
