"I need a doctor! Now!" Michael bellowed as he sprint into the emergency room of City General, an unconscious Nikita enveloped in his arms. A few nurses swarmed him, bringing a stretcher that he laid Nikita on, but refused to release her hand.
They rolled her to a roomwhere they began performing their common medical tests, simultaneously questioning him on things such as his relation to her, her medical history, and a multitude of other details that Michael racked his brain for. He answered as much as he could before unwillingly exiting the room so they could attend to her.
Meanwhile, Michael paced; He hated this situation, waiting, putting the most important part of his life in someone else's hands- it made him nervous. It also invoked anger within him; He was angry he couldn't be the one to help her. He wanted desperately to take away any pain she felt whilst restoring her to her normal self. The feisty, stubborn, frustrating, and kick ass woman he loved.
Loved. It was then he was forced to the revelation that he had yet to tell her he loves her. Why had he waited so long? Surely she know, but why hasn't he expressed it vocally? 6 years ago, she was a recruit- that was inappropriate. Even when the agents acknoledged their mutual feelings, he hadn't told her, mainly due to the guilt he felt about his wife and daughter. She met Daniel, he didn't tell her. She went rogue, he obviously couldn't tell her. So many obstacles had baracaded their relationship, but what had stopped him now?
Fear possibily was a logical answer. Loving led to hurting or losing, two things Michael didn't handle well. However, no matter if he kept it inside or shout it from the rooftops, him expressing his love didn't the feelings that came with loving away.
He cursed under his breath, he had never been this anxious. The antiseptic aroma and sterile white walls were making him dizzy as he stood outside of her room, refusing to go to a waiting room. A kind nurse wheeled over a chair, again asking his relation to the patient. He simply said they were together, she nodded and walked away. Questions of their undescriptive relationship were not what he needed, all he needed was Nikita. The few weeks they've been able to spend together have been the best he's had in a very long time. Talking, laughing, making love, he would give to just sit across a silent room from her right now if it meant she was alright.
Abruptly, his phone vibrated and he desired nothing more than to smash the cellular device in pieces, but that wasn't an option. Retrieving the phone, he looked at the caller ID to see "Alex" appearing on the weighed his feelings, but he knew his weren't the ones that mattered: Nikita would want him to answer. He hit the appropriate button, "Michael."
"Michael!" Alex practically screeched from the other end of the line, "What the hell happened? I deleted the footage, but when I went up to the 7th floor-"
"Alex..." He growled in a warning tone, dealing with Alex's distress was not what he wanted to do, nor could he in his current mindset. A reason he should've gone with his head and hit the "ignore" button when he had the chance.
"Bodyguards were either passed out or dead and Amanda's up my ass already! What do I do?"
"Alex!" Michael snapped viciously for the second time that day, his temper was getting the best of him, "I don't have time for this right now! Just keep your mouth shut and I'll handle it later!"
She was hesitant to respond, but after a moment, found her courage to speak again, "Michael, are you alright?"
The 19 year old heard him release a defeated sigh, "Listen, I'm going to send you directions in a few minutes, I need you to follow them immediately, OK?" After a pregnant pause, she obliged. "And Alex? I apologize for my attitude today, I was out of line."
"Don't worry about it," She said, a hint of unsureness in her tone, and the line disconnected.
Michael rapidly texted the directions from the proximity of Alex's appartment to where the hospital was located. Alex shot back a confirmation and Michael put his phone back in his pocket, slumping into the chair the nurse had brought him.
"You'll have both of us here; The two people who love you most. If you don't get better for us.." His thought drifeted away as he peered at the door, images of her lying helpless, doctors poking and prodding her clouding his mind. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, uneasyness washing over him. In the seemingly never ending period of time, multiple nurses entered and exited the room, none telling him anything. He knew he could have forced them, he was quite good at coersion (the fact that he had a gun holstered wasn't exactly irrelevant either), but the effort could have unwanted implications.
Instead, he took out his phone and with a few touches found what he coveted. A picture of himself and Nikita. Taken not too long prior this moment, the photo displayed a close up of the couple. Her head was turned, her lips pressed against his cheek, and a smile radiating off of his own mouth. He recalled the exact moment. They were discussing some future ops (technically bickering), when she suddenly took a seat upon his lap. He didn't mind ofcourse, but he was curious so he asked why.
She proceeded to steal his phone and snap a few pictures (his favorite being the one he was gazing at) and when she finished, she slid the phone back into his phone pocket seductively. He remembered he rose an eyebrow at the action, wondering if she was avoiding previous question. However, she kissed him, and then gave him the answer.
"Because no matter how crazy things we get when kicking Percy or whoever else's ass, we need to hold onto the few good things we do have," She told him and the rest of the night they held eachother.
A brief grin grazed his lips but disappated as the door to Nikita's room opened. "Michael?" He was asked by a stout, 30-something woman in a white coat. He stood to his feet and nodded.
"Is she OK?" He blurted uncharacteristically, and the woman offered a comforting smile.
"I'm Dr. Winters, I'm the physician treating Nikita. Despite the fact she clearly didn't adhere to my instructions the other day, she is indeed fine."
Michael was thrilled to hear she wasn't in any danger, but one consuming fact was tickling him: Why had Nikita gone to a doctor earlier in the week? Nikita hated the infirmary in Division much less actual doctors and hospitals, she would only go if absolutely neccesary. He resisited his urge to interrogate the doc about the visit, knowing she was okay in this moment was all he needed, "So why did she pass out? What-"
He was halted by the doc, who put a hand up to stop him, "She's fully conscious and asking for you. I'll give you some privacy, I'll be in shortly," The woman flashed a smile and strolled down the hall, away from him. He was puzzled, but wasted no time going into Nikita's room.
When Michael opened the door, he exhaled an immediate breath of relief as he noted Nikita was, as the doc said, completely conscious, even giving the last remaining nurse grief about the IV being "unneccesary". He saw as the young male medical personnel rolled his eyes, passing Michael as he was about to leave with a look of "good luck". Nikita looked over and their eyes locked.
"I hate needles," She whispered and he smirked in return.
"I know."
They were silent for a moment, but it wasn't long before Michael sauntered across the short distance and crashed his lips onto hers. The kiss lasted longer than intended and Michael felt guilty for stealing her oxygen after she had passed out approximately two hours beforehand.
They seperated and he leant his forehead against hers, "Don't ever scare me like that again."
"No promises," She teased, her eyes opening and staring into his. He gave her a disappointed look and she rolled her eyes.
He sat down on the bed facing her, "The doctor said she'd be back in here soon," Nikita nodded, glancing at her hands, trying to ignore the fact that one had a needle piercing it, "She also said you'd seen her earlier this week, wanna tell me what thats about?" She inhaled deeply, and suddenly his hand was intertwined with her own and he was squeezing hers supportively.
"Nikita," He began, "Whatever is going on, its not going to change anything. We're going to take down Percy no matter what, and I'm going to love you no matter what so-"
"Woah, go back- you love me?" She didn't know why the concept seemed so outlandish, she'd always assumed.
Michael chuckled, in all honesty he didn't even realize he said it, it just seemed natural, "Yes. Is that a problem?"
She playfully punched him in the stomach with the hand free medical instruments, "No, I love you too, smartass."
His expression switched to one of surprise, "Smartass?"
"Like you didn't already know that about yourself?"
"Didn't expect you of all people to call me it."
"Me, 'of all people'? What is that supposed to mean?"
"Pot meets kettle."
Nikita sent him and glare, but let a smile cross her lips, "Michael, I have to tell you something."
"Another insult?"
"About the appointment I had, why I fainted," The light moment was gone, she could tell from his face. His hand squeezed hers again. He wanted to demand this information when he had first entered the room, but the last thing she needed was him acting like her training again. Demanding answers like a drill sergeant and what not. He remained quiet as she seemed to be searching for the correct words and he was becoming more nervous, what was she going to tell him? Did she have a disease? Would he lose her permanently? Could it be from a previous injury?
"I'm pregnant."
Well that was unexpected.
(A/N Part Dos: Hehe! She told him! Yay! LOL. Sorry there wasn't THAT much Mikita interaction this time and sorry like it seems like I'm making Michael like hate Alex, I'm really not. I was just thinkig of how irritated he'd be and not want to deal with other things. I like the fact that ya'll don't know yet whether Alex knows about Mikita or not, because I actually don't know either. I'm writing it so far like it could go either way, but next chap. she'll be heavily featured since she is on her way to the hospital whether she knows or not LOL ;) So tell me your thoughts, I love hearing them!)