Is it just me, or is Season 2 just completely EPIC?
Disclaimer: If I owned Nikita, do you really think I'd be writing fanfictions? My fictions would be realities!
Story: Based off a Season 1 deleted scene from episode 17: Nikita is still at Division, an agent, and she and Michael have returned from St. Petersburg. Percy congratulates them for the success of the mission, then drops the bomb that Nikita will be relocated, long term, to Chicago... by Michael's recommendation. What I believe happened after that...
"We need to talk," Michael said firmly, but his posture was anything but demanding. Nikita, as if sensing this, kept her gaze away from him as she continued moving back and forth in her room, packing for this impromptu mission.
"I don't feel like talking," she said briskly. Michael nodded, even though she didn't see it.
"Then will you at least listen?" he asked softly, showing a bit of the regret he felt for his actions. Nikita faltered at the sincerity of his voice, but recovered, turning to him.
"I don't really feel like listening either," she said smartly, before returning to her opened suitcase. Closing his eyes and sighing, Michael dragged out her name.
"Nikita… just… just let me explain," he pleaded. He didn't want things to end this way between them. Other than Birkhoff, Nikita was the only person Michael truly trusted. And besides Elizabeth, the only person he truly loved. And that's why he had to put as much distance between them as possible. That's why he told Percy to send her to Chicago.
"I don't need an explanation Michael," Nikita countered. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to pack for Chicago." Her voice dripped with disgust as she said the city's name. She went to brush past him, but Michael grabbed her arm. Nikita quickly elbowed his stomach, but Michael didn't release his grip. Instead, he wrapped both arms around her, and spun her around, pinning her to the wall. Nikita, not to be defeated, headbutted him, taking him by surprise. Michael let her go as he stumbled back, holding his head. She swung at him, but Michael blocked all of her punches, meeting her fist for fist. Finally, he grabbed her arm and swung her around, tossing her on the bed. They both remained in their spots, breathing heavily and eyeing each other warily. Nikita pushed herself up, ignoring her body's protest, and nodded slowly.
Relieved, Michael took in a breath before beginning. "Nikita, it's been five years since…" his voice cut off as he fought the torment the memory brought. "For five years, I cut the world out and then… you came to Division." Nikita looked up at him, startled at the implied meaning, but remained silent. Michael's back was to her as he continued. "You brought me back, and I haven't felt this way since… since Elizabeth."
"Michael…" Nikita said softly, standing up. He ignored her, pushing himself to continue before he closed in again.
"At first I hated you for it. It felt like I was betraying her by feeling anything for you, for thinking about you the way I do. I tried… I tried so damn hard to ignore it, but damn it Nikita." He turned halfway, so she could only see his profile. "You made it impossible." Nikita walked to him until she was arm's length from him, giving him space but being close enough for support. His face turned to her completely. "I'm not the kind of relationship person anymore."
Nikita looked at him sadly. "That doesn't mean anything-"
"I can't make you happy!" Michael shouted, turning to her completely. "Not when I'm still trying to get closure over my dead wife, not when all I want is revenge!" He stopped, catching his breath as he walked past her, unable to face her anymore. Withholding tears, Nikita turned and stared at his back. He was slowly calming down, but refused to look at her. "Nikita… I promise you, that when Kasim is dead, we will have something," he said, looking out the window. "But until then I can't…"
"Move forward, I know." The resignation in her voice spoke volumes, and it cut Michael deep. He turned back to her, and the look on her face made him even more upset.
"I'm not trying to hurt you," he stated. Nikita smiled sadly.
"I know that too."
He wasn't sure what took over him, but he took three large steps towards her, pulling her close and pressing, more like smashing, his lips onto hers. It was the opposite of St. Petersburg; that kiss had started simple and sweet as they quickly learned about each other, and then quickly turned to passion. But this one started passionate and slowly turned sweet and gentle, leaving Nikita's heart aching, weeping at the love she felt in that moment. Michael's hand softly caressed her cheek, before moving to her hair.
He backed away, with Nikita's eyes still closed. "I'm sorry," he sighed. Her eyes opened and she looked up at him, before nodding and taking a few steps back. With a sigh of her own, she turned to her stuff.
"Well, this stuff isn't going to pack itself," she said, abruptly changing the entire 'scene'. She continued packing, so she didn't see Michael nod his agreement.
"I'll let you get to it," he agreed, his mind wondering if that kiss had just happened. Her change of subject had him doubting it; it had been a clean slam back to reality and it left him (emotionally) disoriented. Michael walked to her bedroom door and paused. "Nikita… please be careful. Remember, it's just a cover," he reminded her. "Those people you'll be forming relations with… they can't know about Division. And they can't get too close."
Michael felt the irony of the words. He was being a hypocrite in that moment, for he had done the exact thing he was currently telling her not to do. And by Nikita's sudden stiffness in posture, he knew that she realized that as well.
No more words to be said, Michael walked down the hall and left Nikita's apartment. Upon hearing her door close shut, Nikita wearily sat down on the bed, clutching a shirt to her chest. It was one of Michael's – the one she had worn when she was taking care of him when he had a cold. She stayed overnight due to the impromptu rainstorm and, since she had no clothes, Michael gave her one of his shirts.
Nikita forgot to give it back and, though she wouldn't admit it, was glad she did. It was comforting during the long and lonely nights; it smelled just like him.
Plus, it was so comfortable.
But now, it would just be a reminder of what could not be – not for a while. Who knew if Michael would ever find Kasim, or if Percy would even let him have revenge? A dream, one that had been in her hands back in Russia, had now slipped through her fingers.
And now she was alone. Again.
These new episodes have had me squealing like a little girl on a sugar rush. But next week... Cassandra is here... I don't even know the character yet, and I already hate her. I swear, if Michael and Nikita break up because of her... I will call Amanda and have her send Roan to cancel, then clean her.
Muahahahaha!
Anywho... review? Please.. You know you want to!
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