Okay, i am seriously not that happy with this chapter. Just because i hate the end. I want them to be together so baddddddddddd. But heh, i need to write a good story, so i'll make them linger for each other a bit more before things actually happen. I guess...
Alex woke up with a sore back. She stretched a bit and got up. She threw a glance around her and it's only after a few seconds that she realized she wasn't in her room. She batted her eyelashes with surprise when she realized she had slept on the couch, with Birkhoff. She frowned, trying to remember the evening. They played videogames. And there was the thunderstorm outside.
"Oh right, the power cut" She whispered. She knelled next to the sofa and laid her head on the pillow next to the engineer. She sighed and smiled as the closed her eyes once again.
The two young adults woke up again later. Birkhoff first and Alex a few minutes later. He rubbed his face before walking to the sink. Poured a glass of water and brought it back to Alex. She drank it and smiled as thanks. No words were spoken, and Alex went upstairs to take a shower. She stepped under and shivered when she felt the hot water stream down her back. She closed her eyes and concentrated on relaxing. Her shoulders flinched from being stuck in the same uncomfortable position all night and so she rolled them, in hope of reliving them of the tension.
Downstairs, Michael had just arrived when Birkhoff stepped out of the living room. They bumped into each other, and after some sleepy excuses, both walked to the kitchen counter.
"So, how are you doing?" Michael asked.
"Pretty good. I guess." Birkhoff answered as he took an energy drink in the fridge.
"I seemed to realize that you and Alex are getting closer lately. She's been of a big help in your recovery." Michael continued, seemingly having an idea being his thoughts.
"You could put it like that yeah." Birkhoff let a shy smile escape before walking out of the room. He entered the bathroom and prepared himself a good warm bath.
Alex got out of the shower, feeling good and calm. She went all the way to her room, dressed and went back downstairs. She walked all the way to the kitchen and saw Michael taking his breakfast. She smiled to him and made herself a bowl of cereals. She sat in front of the man and began eating slowly.
Several days passed without anything spectacular happening. Amanda was laying low and nothing new was heard of Percy. The team started enjoying being some less what normal, and Birkhoff was feeling better every day with his friends around. Alex was spending almost all her awaking moments with him. And she even became pretty good at videogames.
"Sunshine!" Birkhoff yelled from downstairs one morning. Alex opened very slowly her eyes, taken out brutally out of her dreams. She stretched a bit, left her amazingly soft bed and opened her bedroom door. And there he was. Looking at her with a little smirk. She smiled as their eyes met and giggled a bit when she saw he was holding the two controllers.
"But, Birkhoff, it's like…" She stopped not knowing actually which time it was. She turned and glanced at her clock on her nightstand. "10:30 am." She finished. She frowned and realized how stupid what she said sounded. "Okay, let's go!" She laughed. She ignored the fact that she was in underwear, her sleeping attire, and just walked downstairs after taking a controller from the young man's hand. She sat on the couch, switched on the console and inserted the game's CD. She leaned back, waiting for Birkhoff to come and sit with her. But he was far away. Birkhoff never actually saw the woman with such little clothes on. He didn't even see her in a swimsuit before. He came down the stairs really slowly, reviewing what he just had seen in his mind countless time. He was wondering, did she do in on purpose, because she was lazy to fetch clothes, or did she just forget about it? He smirked as he saw her hair falling down the back of the couch. He loved her long brown hair. It was beautiful. The curls were catching the morning sunlight in such a way that he was speechless when he sat next to her. He enabled his controller and they started playing. They laughed and screamed as soon as the competition toughened, ready to fight each other all day. All the way over the other side of the house, Nikita and Michael were slowly waking up.
"Is that Birkhoff and Alex?" Nikita asked with a sleepy voice.
"Sounds like them. Why are they playing so early in the morning?" He frowned, hearing the young adult's distant shouts through the huge beach house.
"I don't know, just, let them be. They're becoming best friends, it's great!" Smiled Nikita before closing her eyes and laying her head against the soft pillow.
"Oh, best friends? That's what you think is going on here?" Michael jumped. He sat strait on the bed and pushed the cover away from him. "You think they are becoming just 'Best-Friends'?" He said louder, with a tingle of anger in the voice.
"What's wrong Michael? They both went through hell, just like we did. We had the chance to find each other, if they feel good with the other, why shouldn't they be?" Nikita explained calmly. She got up and leaned against the wall.
"I get your point Nikita, but what about Amanda, Division? And, god forbids, Percy?" Michael continued on a worried tone.
"Well, they are both out of Division. Alex is just there to find Semak, so I think that for the moment, there is no problem with them getting closer. Why wouldn't want them to be together?" Nikita questioned.
"It's Birkhoff… And Alex… Since when do they even bear each other's presence?" Michael asked, now very confused about the whole thing.
"Michael, they always were friends. Even when she was a recruit, I knew they were friends. Birkhoff may have been cold with her, but he was still following Percy at that time. And you know the rule of no relation between coworkers. I'm sure he just didn't want her to get cancelled, nor himself." Nikita approached her man and took his hand in hers. "Don't worry, everything will be fine!" She smiled and leaned in for a kiss.
"Is this?" Alex asked, pausing the game.
"Is this what I think you're thinking it is?" Continued Birkhoff, with the same chocked face Alex was bearing.
"Am I thinking what you are thinking about what I am thinking?" She continued with a smirk. They both turned towards the provenance of the sounds and stared for a second at the door. They turned in front of each other and exchanged a glance. Alex bit her lip while Birkhoff choked on a giggle.
"OH MY GOD!" Alex yelled.
That's it; they couldn't hold it any longer. They burst out laughing, so loud that the two other may even hear them. They laughed so hard that after ten minutes, Alex started having stomach cramps and Birkhoff fell of the couch. Alex wiped the tears off her eyes and joined the engineer on the floor. Birkhoff threw her a mischievous glare and after a few seconds of staying immobile, he jumped on the young woman. He started tickling her, and she began screaming for mercy.
"Birkhoff, please, come on, stopppppppp" Alex laughed, out of breath. She turned her head towards the man and when their eyesight crossed, they froze in complete synchronization. Alex never actually paid so much attention to how beautiful his eyes were, and she was breath taken at this very moment. It felt like time had stopped; or as if they were in a spatiotemporal rift and nothing could ever affect them. She felt so good against the man. Through his thin cotton shirt, she was able to feel his body heat and it was enough for her to no shiver, even against the cold wooden floor. Without even realizing it, their head moved closer and they were now only a few inches away from each other. Birkhoff's heart skipped a beat. Then it panicked and rushed so fast Birkhoff had a hard time feeling it. He exhaled heavily and closed his eyes. Unconsciously, he bit his lip. Alex was still staring at him, and didn't miss this little Intel. She freaked out. She moved to the side, pushed Birkhoff away and got up on the sofa again. The engineer clenched his fist and shook his head, disappointed of how the situation turned out. Why did he have to try to kiss her? He insulted himself in his mind. Now things were never going to be the same! He gritted his teeth and joined the young lady on the sofa. They continued their match like nothing ever happened…
WHYYYY WHYY WHY ?! Why do i torture myself in writing sad stuffffffffff? Seriously, i have no idea why. But i enjoy so much writing about them :3