So, I have three special dedications going out. One, to Poison Ivy: those ideas are phenomenal, and I might use one or two. Just wish you could have PMed me so no one would know what I was planning on doing.

To fenix-women: God that is the nicest review I've ever gotten! I really do appreciate it! It made me smile for miles! :))))))))

To Nikitalover: LOL thank you for the scolding. I needed it to remember that even though I was busy, never too busy to write. And thanks for being my first review (hopefully).

Now, read, and review.

Coming Out to Play

It feels fantastic! All of this energy. All of this carelessness. It just makes me feel so alive! I am currently surfing at the Jersey Shore, and I'm having a blast!

I've been at it for about 2 hours now, so I think I just wanna tan, so I walk over to a lounge chair, with my bag, and just relax. Something I never used to do. I suddenly hear my phone ring, but pay it no attention. I'm having a relaxing day, and only Division has my number, so I refuse to answer and probably get a lecture about 'not telling anyone where I went.' Honestly, that's nobody else's business. If I wanna give the Division the finger for a day, I damn well will. I'm doing what I want and no one's gonna stop me.

My phone began to ring again, and again I ignored it. Then the sunlight that was beaming on me suddenly went away, causing me to open my eyes, and interrupt my relaxation. When I saw who was standing above me, I was completely caught off guard.

"Michael. What a surprise."

"Why aren't you answering your phone?" I faked a sad face, and just went back to relaxing.

"Nikita-"

"Shut the fuck up… You're ruining my relaxing and why do you think I'm here… Hmmm? To get away from you, so if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to just that." I didn't pay him anymore attention, but I was guessing he probably looked awestruck.

"What's wrong-"

"When I said you could leave, I meant now, small penis." He didn't even look back at me, he just left. While he was walking, I did a happy dance in my head. 'I guess being a bitch does work', I thought. I continued to relax and spent the rest of the day here, not knowing, nor caring what was going on in Division.

That had been 3 days ago, and now I had to go into Division because, well I don't know why, but I just wanted to go I guess.

Michael's POV:

I had been punching this bag for over an hour, I had guessed. 'What have I done to her' I wondered. The last time she acted like this, had been when she ran out of hope. 'Maybe I should try to kiss her again.' Yeah, like that worked out so well the first time. Shit, shit, shit! I don't know what to do. How do I make her love me again?

"Michael, can we talk?" Alex had just walked into the room without me noticing. Well that's weird.

"What is it?" I said, not even offering her a glance.

"Have you heard from Nikita?" Then I stopped punching, and turned around, about to brush her off, when I saw her face looking so broken.

"What's wrong?" I asked, still a little bitter.

"Nikita said she wished she had never saved me." She said, still looking sadder than ever.

"She didn't mean it."

"Yes she did! She said it with passion! She meant every word she said!" I don't even think Alex noticed herself crying but of course I did. I've never actually hugged her, so I was at loss for what to do.

"Alex."

"No. Don't. Whatever you did to her, you need to fix it! She's acting like a huge bitch! Everyone knows it and everyone knows it's somehow your fault. Fix it now before you lose her, forever!" She yelled, and ran away.

"Nikita? Are you in here?" I yelled, walking into her always so neat office.

"What is it that you want?"

"I wanna get back together." She chuckled, as if it were the dumbest thing I'd ever said.

"Absolutely… Not! Why would I wanna get back together with you? You're a devious, heartbreaking bastard!"

"I love you!" Then, just like that, it clicked.

"What did you say?"

"I said I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!" I said a dozen times. I still don't quite understand why me loving her is such a big shocker, but I guess it was.

"You don't love me. You don't know what my favorite color is, why I like the rain, or even when my birthday is. You don't even know what my middle name is."

"Neither do you!" I yelled, accusingly. How am I supposed to know these things? She doesn't even know these things.

"Bastard!"

"Why the hell are you blaming me for everything?"

"Because everything is your fault? I was perfectly fine before I met you!" I tried to stop the words I was about to speak, but I couldn't and I wanted to see if my Nikita was still in there somewhere.

"Oh yeah, cus' being a drugged out whore in prison was really working for you." She slapped me so fast; I heard it before I felt it.

"Shut the hell up! You're just a widowed man who's too bitter to open his eyes on what he's missing." Did she really just bring my family into this? I was so engulfed in rage; my next actions were pure instinct.

I swung at her head, which she ducked, but when I fully punched her in the stomach, she doubled over. I knew it hurt her, which brought back my conscious. I was about to fully apologize for my rash actions, til' I saw her face. Even after I punched her as hard as I could in the stomach, she was smiling. Not a forced one either. She was genuinely evil.

"Big mistake." She said, and we started sparring. It was nothing like we used to do. There was no holding back. In all my years of knowing Nikita, she has never once fought anybody as hard as she was fighting me. 'Is she really this mad?'

I took a wrong move and tripped over my shoelace. I fell, but not before making sure she was pulled under me. She tried so hard to get from under me, but she wasn't going anywhere. We needed to resolve this once and for all.

"You're only going to hurt yourself." I said. She smiled up at me before doing the most un-ladylike thing. She actually spit in my face.

"Go to hell!" She said. I didn't even care what the repercussions would be; I just leaned down and kissed her. I was so angry with her; I just wanted to kiss her. In some way, her new attitude was sexy. Even though she was being a huge bitch, I think a woman that has this attitude is in some way sexy.

She suddenly bit on my lip really hard drawing blood. She looked up at me with furious eyes. Then she glanced down at my lips, and yanked my head down so we could kiss again. As we were kissing, she started furrowing her eyebrows. Every once in a while, she'd punch my chest. Not hard, but hard enough. I now understood why she was acting the way she was acting. Alex was right. It was because of me. She was probably trying to protect herself from heartbreak, which is why she's been hostile.

I quickly forgot about my new impending epiphany, when her tongue slid into my mouth. I felt one hand go to my back and claw at my back. The other one had yet to reveal its location til I felt it touching my member. I groaned, and she bit my lip harder than before, and sucked it. Oh god, she's amazing! I stopped my assault on her lips, and moved to her neck. I started sucking like an ant eater does. She was moaning, and I rubbed her torso. I could feel her pack, and boy did that make me aroused.

Her neck was starting to purple. Even though I would have stopped back when we were both normal, normal did not exist here. We were both angry at each other, and we wanted it hard. Not passionate, not loving. Just hard, animalistic sex.

We were gasping loud after what had transpired. We were happy. That is, until Nikita sat up and began to get dressed with the remainder of her clothes. I, in turn, followed her lead.

"This won't happen again." She said, in that voice I was hoping she wouldn't bring back. The one with husk, and nearly dead determination. My Nikita doesn't sound like that, so I just nodded, and finished buttoning up my torn shirt.

She was heading for the door, and I was panicking. Just trying to start up another conversation.

"Nikita..."

"We're still broken up. Just because I can't control myself around you, doesn't mean we're together."

"But."

"Get over it. Get over me." She said, a shed of her old voice peeking through.

"Do you really want me to do that?" I asked hoping she'd come out and say no, but to my dismay, it never happened.

"Yes." She said, and then walked out closing the door to her office, and our relationship.

TO THE READERS:

Okay, so I am having a HUGE crisis, and I don't know when I will update again, so please forgive me, and hope that I'll be okay, okay? Thank you.