Disclaimer: Still own nothing. Never have and sadly never will.

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for the lovely reviews!

I apologize to the ones who were waiting for a Mikita chapter, but "Pale Fire" didn't actually give me enough material on Michael and Nikita to build a decent chapter.

Again, I'm sorry I disappointed you.

This chapter is very short because juts as "Pale Fire", "Sanctuary" only gave us one Mikita scene, so again I don't have much to work with. I'm so, so sorry.

But I tried my best, so I hope you like it.

You know what to do in case you find grammar/coherence mistakes, right?

Enjoy!


"Heads up" Birkhoff said as his computer started beeping "We got someone at the gate"

"It's Michael" Nikita said descending the stairs, her heart pounding erratically against his chest.

Birkhoff and Alex looked at her, like if expecting her to react more to Michael's arrival. But thought she was very nervous on the inside, her features remained calm and serene. The duo exchanged a quick, amused look before the computer technician hit the button, unlocking the front door.

She watched as he walked in, and her heart skipped a beat; it was so good to see him again, even though he hadn't noticed her presence yet.

He seemed relieved to see Birkhoff was okay, and when she smiled at their interaction their eyes briefly met, sending chills down her spine.

She kept quiet as he walked towards Alex, and tough she was too nervous to actually pay attention to what they were talking, she noticed the change on the girl's demeanor as Michael approached her; Alex seemed somehow, defensive.

But all her thoughts vanished when she heard her name being said, and suddenly, his eyes were completely on her. Their gazes met again and she gave him a small, shy smile as he smiled back at her with a charming smirk.

With a small chuckle, Alex broke the moment "I'm gonna let you two talk" she said heading towards the beach.

As Alex, Birkhoff realized his cue to leave "I got that…thing to check on too" he said walking out of the kitchen, leaving them alone for the first time in months.

She slowly walked down the remaining steps of the stairs, standing in front of him. None of them spoke immediately; Michael tried to articulate his thoughts into words but failed, so he just gave her a small smile. Subconsciously, Nikita felt mildly hurt he didn't hug her or displayed his affection in any way.

Too anxious to stand the silence, she decided to start talking all she'd been rehearsing for the past couple of days.

"Look, Michael, what I did in London…I did what I always do. I made the decision for you and…"

"Hey, no, it's okay" Michael interrupted her "I needed some time" he said, making her stomach turn into knots.

A wave of panic spread through her body; was he trying to say that he didn't care she left? The thought that maybe he'd rather be in London with Max and Cassandra than being with her hurt her so deeply she had to use every ounce of her self-control not to cry. Now her heart was thudding so hard she wondered if he could hear it.

"I've gotten to know Max now. He's a bright kid. And he's starting to know me" he continued, apparently unaware of her distress "But even when we were…I don't know, in the park, kicking around a soccer ball, I found myself looking over my shoulder, wondering if Division were to come after us again, and I can't live like that"

Swallowing the lump on her throat, she whispered "I don't think anyone can live like that" she averted his gaze.

"We have to end this fight that we're in, once and for all" he said in a serious tone.

"We beat them and then…then what?" she asked, uncertain. When Michael had said he wanted to talk about where they stood, this was not what she had in mind. She wondered if he missed her at all; since he'd started talking, all she heard was the word I, never the word us.

"What do you mean?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

Frustrated, Nikita sighed and crossed her arms on her chest, turning away from him.

"What do I mean?" she echoed his question, her voice trembling "you said you wanted to talk about us. But all I hear is about you."

He sighed "Nikita…"

"No! Don't 'Nikita' me, okay?" she said, turning around again to stare at him "Just answer my question: we beat them, and then what, Michael? What happens to us then?" she didn't scream, she didn't altered her tone. She just asked the question that had been lingering between them.

Seeing Michael's hesitation in answering her, Nikita bit her lips to prevent them from trembling.

He was about to say something to her when the sound of shattered glass echoed loudly in the room. Instinctively the former agents ducked, and Michael reflexively pulled Nikita to his chest.

"Are you okay?" he asked, worried she might have been shot.

She nodded "Yeah, I'm fine"

Relief flooded through him and he tightened his hold on her, laying a soft kiss on her forehead.

Nikita took a deep breath and relaxed in his arms; she wasn't sure where she and Michael stood, but for now, she was just happy that some feelings never change.


A/N: So... I told this was short. Anyway, I kind of re-wrote the scene, because I thought it lacked emotion on the show. Plus I'm a little angry at Michael (as you may have noticed), 'cause I thought he was a little too cold with her, it didn't feel like he was actually trying to work things up with Nikita, he did seemed a little selfish to me, only talking about he and Max and not once mentioning them as a couple. I might be wrong, but that's what I felt. I hope he makes up to her in the future.

But the good thing is, the more time they spend apart, the hotter their make up will be ;)

So, tell me what you think. Reviews are love!

~R.