AN: Sorry this update was late, but I was really busy this weekend. Thursday's episode was great, but I felt kinda bad for Alex and Michael afterward. Oh Percy and Amanda suck too, but I'll focus on them later. Anyways I want to thank you for the all story alerts and reviews I have gotten. They really help along the creative process. Enjoy!

"The only time I have ever doubted your loyalty to Division was during your relationship with Nikita"

The moment Michael was ten feet out of ear shot, only one word had come out of his mouth.

"Shit!" he had hissed with searing venom in his voice.

He really should have known that Amanda would tell Percy that they were romantically involved, or even better, he already knew! But how much did Percy really known? Had Amanda even told him at all? There was a chance that Percy might have figured out that they were together without Amanda's help. But when? Would Percy had given Michael the same ultimatum that Amanda had, or would he have silently canceled Nikita before he could blink? He pondered all these questions with a tired mind.

Michael was at his apartment lying face up on the bed, his arms folded behind his head, with venom in his heart. When had there been a time that Percy could have found out that him and Nikita were together? Michael racked his brain trying to find a time when the two of them hadn't been as careful about covering up there tracks.

It was late in the night when Michael slipped into Nikita's room. She wasn't quite back from the mission she had been activated for a week earlier. Nikita, another female recruit named Jordan, a nameless nerd and a few of Division's minions had been the task to bomb a sweat shop that some rich, high up official in China wanted gone. Nikita and the others had gotten back an hour earlier.

The door opened wide enough for a person to slip through into the dark room and closed with a quiet click. The figure turned on the desk light to reveal herself wearing a baggy sweatshirt and a pair of jeans.

"I don't think Amanda would approve of your attire Nikita"

Nikita let out a sharp gasp and turned around in shock to see Michael leaning against the far wall with an easy smirk on his lips.

"Michael!" She cried softly and ran up to him, their lips meeting each other with a rousing kiss.

Nikita's arms went around Michael's neck and his hands gently grasped her wast as they said their non verbal hellos.

"Welcome back. Did your mission go alright?" Michael asked softly when they broke apart.

"We... We lost Jordan" Nikita said looking down at the floor. Michael could tell that this was really bothering her.

"One of the men in the sweat shop snapped her neck when he was tying to steal her gun" She continued still looking down.

"I can still hear it snapping" Nikita said looking back up at Michael, her eyes were wet.

Michael crushed her against his strong chest, his arms holding her tightly.

"I hate to say it but," A sudden knocking at the door interrupted what Michael was about to say.

Nikita gave a strangled whisper,"Hide!"

Michael looked around the room franticlly, only to see under her bed as a suitable hiding place. He didn't have choice though and rolled under the bed. Meanwhile Nikita hurriedly wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Yes?" Nikita called.

"Nikita? Good your awake"

Michael eyes widened at the sound of Percy's voice.

"Remember that you need to brief me on your mission tomorrow morning at seven hundred hours. Don't be late"

"Yes Sir" Nikita replied without emotion.

Percy was just about to leave when he turned around to say something that made Michael and Nikita's hearts quicken.

" Oh and when you see him, be sure to tell Michael that I have a job for him"

When he was sure that Percy was gone, Michael had rolled from under the bed to meet Nikita's wide eyes. The night had ended much faster then Michael had wanted it to, but that was what a secret relationship entailed he supposed.

That had been the only time in memory that Michael knew of when he and Nikita had been together that Percy had directly interfered with.

Michael utterly despised being kept out of the loop.

If he had known that Percy had ordered Monroe's assassination, maybe he could have stopped him from being killed. Who was he kidding Michael thought. Even though Nikita was gone from his life, at least he knew she was alone, as selfish as that sounded

Nikita had left because her precious Daniel was dead and gone, and no matter how hard Michael wished it wasn't true, it was.

Michael knew for a fact that he hadn't known about Daniel's murder. Honestly he wasn't sure he would have told Nikita that Division was going to kill him, but the thought that she would run hadn't occurred to him yet. But then the last time he had saw her before she ran... there had been so much pain in her eyes. Michael couldn't bring himself wish that on anyone. Well maybe Percy and Amanda, but they actually deserved it.

What did he deserve? He silently questioned himself. Michael had already lost one of the 'things he loved most' as Nikita had put it, but no. No no no no no no, he was going there tonight, or any night soon for that matter. Michael didn't think he could bear reliving that death again.

Thinking of wrongful, tragic ends, had Nikita survived?

Percy certainly didn't think so, but then again this was Nikita Division was dealing with. Anything was possible when it came down to her. Michael was angry enough at Percy that he almost believed that he only wanted Nikita to live, just to piss Percy off. Of course that wasn't completely true, but the idea of pissing Percy off was a delightfully wonderful idea. Imagining vile ways of torturing him, also induced pleasant feelings.

How Michael hated tests. Or more accurately, how Michael hated being fooled and screw Percy for being the one to do so. Just the look of Percy smiling like that at him made him taste bile. What a complete bastard.

Had he known from the start that he was being tested he would have been more discrete about his interest in Alex. The girl reminded him so much of Nikita it was very nearly painful. Infuriating almost. Michael didn't want to be reminded of his former flame every time he looked over the recruits do their exercises. Maybe he was more protective of Alex because he hoped if he could help her, he could keep this mini Nikita from being hurt the way the real Nikita had.

Tomorrow when he woke up to the cold gray light filtering through the window, and the annoying beeb of his alarm clock, he would put the mask that he wore so well back on his face. Michael knew his frustration and anger were compounding, bit by bit and someday the ticking bomb he had become was going to explode and it wouldn't end well for anyone.

As always, please review!

Lots of love -Blue