I'm alive! I am sooo sorry that I have not updated in so long. I blame school for that. So here's the good news. I am done school for now so I have a glorious four months to write :D I want to thank you ALL for staying with me and again I'm sorry that it took forever to update! What do you guys think of what's going on in Nikita! AMAZING right! I am thrilled that Mikita are together! This just makes the show even better :D Now all we need is to hear that there will be a season 2. Fingers crossed! Lol
So with out further a due the newest scene! Sorry if there are any mistakes!
She can feel him behind her, but she ignores him and continues to punch the bag. She hopes that he will go away, but she knows he won't. One, two, left left, right. Her fists ache but she pushes through the pain. Beads of sweat roll down her face and her breathing is heavy. There's a moment of silence before he speaks.
"You're dropping your elbow."
She scoffs and rolls her eyes, not saying anything, but raises her elbow and continues to punch the bag with force. She knows that he's getting annoyed but she doesn't care. She's angry at him and he knows that but he wont leave her alone, he never does. He's constantly there.
"Go away Michael, I don't want to talk to you."
"To bad" he says.
"I mean it Michael. I'm pissed off and I'm hurting. Do not mess with me."
"Or what? What are you going to me?" he asks challenging her. She stops for a moment, then turns to look at him.
He didn't see it coming. She blindsided him. All he caught was a glimpse of fire in her eyes and her padded glove collided with his jaw, sending him to the ground.
"Or I'll take you down." She tells him looking down at him then turns back to the punching bag and continues to punch the bag as if nothing happened.
He wasn't pissed off before, but he is now. He knows that this is about to get messy but he doesn't care. He gets up off the ground and takes his jacket off.
He walks up behind her and taps her on the shoulder. She turns around and is able to raise her arms in time to block his punch. The first punch is thrown and it's on. She's tired so he has the upper hand, at least that what he thinks. They move fast, as if it is a dance that they have danced thousands of times and they have, but this dance is different. It's filled with heat. It's powerful, it's heavy, it's angry and it's passionate.
He is able to land a couple of punches to her stomach and a couple kicks. He tries to avoid her face but she isn't so kind. He has the upper hand now. He's got her arm behind her back in an arm bar, but her face is to him and then he sees it. There's something that ignites in her eyes. It's a spark and he is once again taken by surprised. She takes her free hand and lands a powerful blow to his gut, causing him to drop the hold he has on her other arm. From there its one blow after an other. One to the chin, one to the gut, then one to the kidney and then another to the face.
He stumbles back and raises his hands up in surrender, stopping her from throwing a punch mid air. He looks up with wide, confused eyes. She's breathing heavily. Her nostrils flair and her hair sticks to her face and her arms. She looks like a wild animal. He watches as she slowly lowers her arm and takes off her gloves, wincing slightly as she pulls them off over her tender fists. He can see blood running down her hands. Once she has them off she tosses them at him and turns around and walks out the door slamming it shut behind her not looking back.
To say that he's shocked would be an understatement. He's stunned. He doesn't know how to react; he's never seen her like this before. If it wasn't evident that something was wrong before it sure as hell is now. He stands up straight and runs his hand through his hair flinching as he grazes a cut on his head. He licks his lips and he can taste the coopery taste of blood. Regaining his breath he walks over to his coat and slips it over his jacket and makes his way out of the room.
He looks around the training room where other recruits are practicing, but she's not there. She's probably taken off to her room or to medical to get some bandages. Bandages, those were something he needed. He takes off to the medical wing ignoring the stares and glances from the recruits and young agents.
Once on the platform he walks quickly and keeps his head down not wanting to attract anymore attention. Rounding the corner he doesn't see Birkoff standing with another tech agent who are probably talking about some nerdy video game.
"Jezz watch where you're... "Birkoff starts. "Oh Michael... Jesus what happened to your face!"
Michael sighs in annoyance. "Nikita." He grumbles making his way pass the young tech.
"She finally handed it to you huh? Not that I'm surprised seeing how angry she was this morning at you." He laughs.
Michael stops and turns around to face him a threatening look on his face. "What?"
Birkoff adjusts his glasses and looks at Michael. "Yah she was pissed. She found out that you decided to activate Lucy instead of her, not that I can blame her. Lucy? Really Michael? Nikita is WAY hotter then her."
Michael rolls his eyes and puts his hands on his hips. "How did she find out?" he asks him
Birkoff shrugs and looks down at his phone. "I heard that Lucy was rubbing it in her face. Something about saying how Nikita wasn't so special after all or something like that. You know how it is, all a big competition. It's when she asked me if it was true was when she truly flipped out, scary." Birkoff tells him shivering at the memory.
"I mean you should have seen her Michael. The anger on her face, or maybe it was betrayal, but what ever it was, everyone stayed out of her way." He tells him shaking his head. He looks up from his phone and continues. "I mean she didn't even do anything it was just her air. I think if she could have started on fire she would have."
Michael sighs and turns around leaving Birkoff behind. "You may want to get some ice for your face!" he hears Birkoff yell. Ignoring him he makes his way down the hallway to the medical wing. Once he reaches the wing he searches for some disinfectant and some wraps. He makes his way to the mirror hanging on the wall. He cleans his lip and his forehead wiping away the dried blood. He studies his reflection. A blue tint to his skin has formed around his jaw from her first blow. The cut at the edge of his eyebrow is red and angry but it'll heal on its own.
He closed his eyes and takes a deep breath. So that's why she was so angry. He should have guessed.
"The anger on her face, or maybe it was betrayal" he remembers what Birkoff told him. Betrayal. He told her that she would be out soon, and he knew that she was looking forward to it, and so was he, but he wasn't about to let her go out and let her do this mission. That's why he picked Lucy. Call it selfishness, protectiveness or jealously, he did not want Nikita sleeping with another man.
He was able to convince Percy that Nikita was not yet ready for that kind of detail and that Lucy would make a more... appropriate solution. Luckily he agreed. He doesn't think he could have handle it if Percy sent Nikita.
It's the talking of the doctors that breaks him from his thoughts. He pushes off the wall he was leaning on and puts his jacket back on. He picks up two ice bags from the freezer and makes his way out of the room.
The hallway is empty and brightly light. At the end of the hallway he stops and looks at the closed door. He knocks twice and listens to see if she is in there. No answer. He knocks twice more before opening the door himself. Once the door opens he sees her. She's sitting on her bed crossed legged and furiously wrapping her fists in white gauze. Her head is down and he can't see her face because her hair is covering it.
He clears his throat making himself known. She doesn't look up but instead to continue to wrap her hand furiously. He sighs a heavy sigh and makes his way to her bed sitting down on the edge of it facing her. He watches as she continues to wrap one of her hands sloppily.
"I don't have to tell you why I didn't choose you for the mission." He tells her quietly.
He's expecting a snippy comment back but it doesn't come, she just nods her head a shrugs.
"Stop." He tells her putting his hand over hers stopping her from wrapping her hand further.
Her hand stills, and she looks up at him slowly. Her eye's bore into his. An electric current runs through him. He feels it every time he touches her and he's sure she can feel it too. They sit there for a moment enjoying the warmth of each others hands.
"I didn't pick you for the mission because it wasn't a mission you would want to do, and believe me Nikita, it isn't something you want to do." He tells her quietly
"What I don't want to do or what you don't want me to do?" She asks
He sighs and lowers his head to look at her hand and continues to wrap if for her.
"I am just looking out for you." He says quietly.
She laughs. "Sure" she says. "Are you trying to keep me in here on purpose?" She asks. "Cause it's sure as hell starting to feel like it." She tells him angrily.
He finishes wrapping her one hand then moves to the other not saying anything.
"I want out Michael. I feel like an animal, trapped in this cage." She whispers.
He looks up to study her. She looks tired, and he knows that she's tired of being in here.
"This mission..." he starts "was not for you."
She opens her mouth to argue but he talks before she can.
"I mean it Nikita. You don't want this mission. You have to believe me." He says softly.
Their eyes meet and it's as if she understands what he is not telling her because she doesn't fight him. It's amazing really, how much they much they understand each other. He clears his throat relieving the tension that has built up. He lets go of her hands and stands to leave but her voice stops him.
"Michael?"
He turns around to look at her.
"Thank you." She tells him with a small smile. He's nods and turns to leaves again.
"Oh and Michael?"
He turns again and is surprised to see a grin on her face.
"I'm uh... sorry that I broke your face."
He can't help but chuckle and giver her his crooked grin. Her grin.
He nods his head. "I forgive you" he tells her. "But next time I won't take it so easy on you" he points out teasingly watching the cocky smile on her face fall, making his grin even wider.
He's half way down the hallway when he hears her shout from her room.
"Face it Michael! I beat you today!"
He laughs to himself. Always has to have the final word.
So what did you guys think? Not really my finest work but it will due lol. I have this HUGE scene I have been writing through out school so I will continue to work on that as well as update. Again sorry to have kept you guys waiting for so long, please forgive me! Lol So let me know what you thought and if you have any ideas please feel free to share! So go press that button :D :D
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