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At the end of this chapter my favourite couple Malex are reunited! Yay :). I hope you enjoy this chapter, read and review as always please.
24 hours after escape from Division.
Alex watched from under the large umbrella as the tress swayed from side to side in a rainy rhythm. She closed her eyes and laid down on the blue and white deck chair on Nikita's balcony and breathed in the fresh air. The sound and the certainty of the rain hammering down on the ground 3 stories below her was relaxing and eased her mind of the one question that troubled her.
Clack, clack, clack.
Nikita entered the room carrying new groceries, that she had just driven 2 ½ hours for. Alex squeezed her eyes shut tight and listened intently to the rain. Drip, drop, splish, splash.
She put her bags onto the granite kitchen counter and pushed another 2ccs of saline into Michael's drip. Alex's eyelids fluttered open and she turned her head round and focused on Michael, he beheld such a look of peacefulness when he slept.
"Nikita," Alex gulped.
Nikita spun around, alarmed by the voice behind her, "Yeah?"
"When will he wake up?" Alex's heart pounded behind her chest, which was moving up and down rapidly.
"Soon, I promise," Nikita uttered, unsure of whether or not what she had stated to Alex, was true at all. "You should try and get some rest."
"I've tried, it's no use. Do you think Percy will come after us? Maybe we could just stay here forever and he would never know," Alex hoped optimistically.
Nikita wandered over to Alex and collapsed in the chair next to her, "Alex, you know that's not true. As soon as Michael wakes up we have to be thinking about moving somewhere else."
Alex reclosed her eyes and spoke, "What if he never wakes up? Then what do we do?"
Nikita knocked back the three shots of whisky that were perched on the edge of her miniature glass stand, "Don't even mention that, he'll wake up, and when he does we find somewhere to new to live. Now sleep."
She slurred the last sentence and hiccupped as she looked over the city down below, watching out for anything that would be a signal to get the hell out of there.
Owen shook Nikita and whispered, "Hey sleepy head, wake up."
How long had she been asleep for? She watched Alex breathing softly, happy in Dreamland and decided on not disturbing her. She smiled and pulled on Owen's muscular arm to help her up from the sunken seat.
"Hey, sexy. Ha ha, I'm awake." Nikita giggled poking Owen in the chest repeatedly.
Owen laughed at Nikita as she stumbled around the balcony tripping over her plants and standing on her own uncoordinated feet.
"Ow, that hurt a lot. Kiss it better?"
Owen pulled her up and led her into the loft, "Okay, I'd rather not kiss your foot. I think you might be drunk so you just stay right there while I go and get you some coffee."
Nikita kicked off her Cavalli heels and flopped onto the armchair, "You silly goose, I'm not drunk, I'm happy!"
"Uh huh," Owen passed her the mug of black coffee and sat on the arm rest, observing Nikita's jumpy movements. "Of course you're not, how could I have ever thought you were?"
Nikita laughed hysterically, "It's okaaay, I forgive you."
Owen noticed Alex asleep in the chair outside and smiled sadly. He twisted around and observed Michael's frail physique.
"Do you think he'll wake up?" Owen asked the tipsy Nikita who was now watching her fingers move fixated on her thumbs especially.
She broke her gaze with her fingers and stared up at Owen, slightly crossed eyed, "Well that depends."
"Depends on what?"
Nikita sighed and the smell of the alcohol on her breath floated up to Owen, "It depends on whether or not he likes what he's got here. Which is us and not Division."
Owen nodded because she words Nikita was spitting out actually made some sort of mad sense.
"Do you think if we got Alex to talk to him that he might wake up?"
Nikita shook her head a little too fast and pouted, "Owen, he's unconscious from smoke inhal… inhalat…"
"Inhalation?" Owen finished for her.
"Yep, that's the sentence," Nikita laughed.
Owen was concerned at Nikita's state, "I think you mean word, how much have you been drinking?"
Nikita pushed Owen, rather pathetically and said, "Um, some? That's not the point, he's unconscious not in a coma. I doubt he'll hear us."
"Well don't you think it's worth a try? If I were Alex I'd want us to do everything we could," Owen tried not to laugh as Nikita chuckled, playing with her hair.
"S'pose we get her to try, and it doesn't work. It'll just make her feel down, like the ground. Ha ha, I'm hilarious. Why didn't you tell me how funny I am? Laugh, Owen." Nikita frowned as Owen turned his head away from her.
"No, Nikita. It's not funny now stop speaking and go to sleep," Owen left the armchair and went outside to keep Alex company and get away from Nikita. "Think about Alex, she could have gotten drunk but she didn't because she wants to be sane when Michael decides to wake up."
Nikita pulled a quilt out from behind the plush armchair and shivered, "Killjoy."
Owen sat down next to Alex and she opened her eyes, "Hi."
"Hey," he replied, "I thought you were asleep?"
Alex took a sip of water and said, "I was, but then I heard Nikita crashing around like a tipsy elephant and I woke up. Now here I am."
Owen laughed, "Yeah I think she's taking everything a little hard than she lets on to us."
"Do you really believe there's a chance he might wake up if he hears me talking to him?" Alex inquired, her lips forming every word carefully, as not to make any mistakes in what she said.
"I think you have to try everything you can. I can't promise you anything but he loves you and I don't think he'd want to miss out on anything by being asleep."
Alex sighed and studied the cars as they whizzed past one another down the busy streets, "That's not what Nikita seems to think."
"Yeah well, she's drunk and off her head so she doesn't have a right to decide what will work or not," Owen stood up and held his hand out for Alex. "You coming?"
"… and that's when we reached the escape hatch," Alex held onto Michael's floppy hand as she recalled the events that had taken place after they had retrieved him.
"Keep going," Owen encouraged her from the kitchen where has was cooking something with peppers for Nikita, when she learnt how to be polite and respectful.
Alex scrutinized over every worry line on Michael's forehead. Would it really be fair to wake him up and make him endure the physical pain from the day he was tortured and bound?
"Owen carried you all the way up the ladder but we had to push you through the vents, sorry," Alex laughed as she remembered the struggle of pushing a grown man through a tiny space on his back, without hurting him.
"It was hard too. For a small dude, you're pretty heavy!" Owen shouted over the noise of the frying pan.
Owen's voice startled Nikita and she woke up, "What's going on? Is Michael awake?"
"No, not yet," Alex replied turning back to Michael to give him her full attention.
"Well what's Owen shouting at? Is Percy here?" Nikita sat bolt upright and Alex giggled at her blind stupidity. Owen threw the stir fry onto a plate and brought it over to Nikita.
"Here, eat up. And no, Percy isn't here it's just me and Alex talking to Michael," Owen passed the warm plate to Nikita and she licked her lips.
"Mmm," She said, her eyes lighting up at the sight of food. She hadn't eaten since they had escaped from the hell hole normal people called Division, she had been too busy looking after an unconcious Michael and Alex, who worried about him every second she was awake, "Looks good."
Beneath Alex's gentle hand Michael's finger twitched and she held her breath as she waited anxiously for it to move again. Alex was so homed in on his hand that she neglected everything else and missed Michael's eyelids slowly open and his eyes look around the loft, taking in his surrounding with a dopy smile.
"Michael!" Nikita called out, her mouth still full with food.
Alex stared in awe at Michael who was now awake and breathed in sharply, hoping she wasn't dreaming.
He coughed and said in a croaky voice, with a dry throat, "Hey, Nikita."
Owen looked up from the dishes he was washing and Alex leaned in to give Michael a kiss but he pushed her away. He frowned at her, examined her and asked questioningly, "I'm sorry but I don't really know… What are you… Who are you?"
Alex's heart felt so heavy she thought it had turned to stone. She squeezed onto his arm and cried out desperately, "Michael, it's me! Alex. Please tell me you remember me?"
Michael shook his head once and whispered, "No, sorry. Who are you to me?"
His last question sent Alex into despair and her eyes filled with tears, making her vision turn blurry.
Who are you to me?
His question rang through her head and she looked down at him, "I'm your… Well I don't really know what I am but, you love me, and I love you. That's Owen and Nikita, they love each other but they won't admit it."
Michael nodded and answered sadly, "Yeah, I know who they are. But it's you, you look familiar but I can't put my finger on it."
Both Nikita and Owen watched silently as Alex got up and left Michael without looking back. She kept her eyes on the ground and tears were running down her petite face but they refused to stop as she walked slowly and dragged her feet, back out onto the balcony, into the pouring rain.