After a long day, finally making it home, Nikita felt relieved and nostalgic at the same time. For the longest time, she cheered every Friday night when it's game night and every Friday night she felt alive no matter what she was going through and tonight, she cheered her last game ever for GGHS's football team. They went out with a bang and won the state championship which by the way is amazing for the school, for the district and their city.

Arriving home, she got out of her car with a smile plastered across her cheek and her sports bag hanging over her tired shoulders.
She always wondered how she'd feel, you know? When it all really was coming to an end. She really thought she would feel differently than she did at the moment.

Opening the door to her house, she found her little sister sitting in the white room in the house where they aren't allowed to bring any food or drinks but yet, what was Alex doing? She was watching Paranormal Activity, drinking red wine and eating sweet popcorn.
Their mother would freak out if she were here.

"Aren't you not supposed to be eating in this room?" Nikita interrupted, causing Alex to pause her movie. "We've lived here for a long time and you know how mom feels about the white room. It's like her third baby."

Alex chuckled. "Well it's helping my anxiety." She replied as she patted the space next to her. "Come here. I need by big sister."

Nikita dropped her bag on the floor and with anxious raised eyebrows, she took a seat next to her little sister. "Why are you anxious?" She asked.

"Well," Alex trailed. "It's white, and peaceful and sort of has the security button I can push for help in case you try to kill me after I tell you what I'm about to tell you."

Now more than ever, Nikita was scared.

"What did you do?" She asked.

Alex ran her fingers through her hair and relaxed her shoulders. "You know, today was kind of weird." She begin. "This morning with the assemblies and the pre-game show this afternoon."

She was stalling and Nikita had a terrible feeling in her chest.

"What did you do, Alexandra Penelope Udinov?"

"You sound like mom." Alex chuckled.

"That's the point, you corndog." Nikita rolled her eyes. "Now quit stalling."

"Okay." Alex released a long deep breath. "You know how you guys were looking for Sean after half-time and was blowing his phone off, my phone off and couldn't find him?" She asked.

Nikita nodded. "Yeah?"

"Well he was with me." Alex revealed. "Stuck in the elevator."

Oh?

"And?" Nikita questioned.

"And it was torture, at first." Alex replied. "I was forced to wait there for help with him when we couldn't get signal on our phones anymore and then I was forced to talk to him while he attempted to climb the elevator like spider man, which ended with him taking a bad fall on the floor." She explained. "And we had sex."

Nikita's jaw dropped, her eyes widen and her breath caught in her throat. Everything went quiet and she just couldn't say anything.

"Nikita?" Alex waved her hand in front of her eyes. "Say something, please."

Oh Nikita wanted to say plenty, alright but she couldn't find the words. She's not sure if she's supposed to yell, or panic, or lecture Alex. It's that one moment she wishes she knew what their mother would do if she were here.

So instead, she burst out in an uncontrollable amount of tears that absolutely terrified Alex.

Yeah. Not exactly what she was expecting.

Alex expected speechless but the after part, she definitely didn't expect so much tears. It made her feel guilty.

"Nikita? Don't cry." She pulled her sister in her arms and hugged her. "I'm sorry?"

Nikita sniffled. She wasn't crying because she wanted Alex to feel sorry. She just didn't know what to say.

She just experienced a little dose of parenting because she couldn't imagine what a mother would say or do if their teenage daughter came home one night and told her she lost her v-card.

"Don't be." She pulled away and erased the tears. "I'm happy for you." She smiled. "I am. It's just that I don't know what to say or do."

Alex chuckled. "For what it's worth, you're doing fine. You haven't killed me yet."

Nikita nodded. "True." She giggled.

She couldn't help the tears from escaping.

"You're crying." Alex's voice broke.

Nikita forgot. Once one of them starts to get emotional, those emotions projects to the other and they both start to cry and it's never really pretty.

"Yeah." She wiped Alex tears away and smiled. "It's just that, my baby sister is not my baby sister anymore." She cried.

Alex hugged her again. "But I am still your baby sister." She said. "That's never going to change. I'm always going to be your twisted other half and you're always going to be the better half of me no matter what."

For so long, they've had this bond and no matter what some piece of paper said, Nikita's never felt more connected to Alex. Blood is not the only thing that makes people related and that was a fact.

"I know." She smiled. "Always and forever, right?"

Alex nodded. "Always and forever."

Nikita finally snapped out of it. She wanted details, she wanted to know everything and crying wasn't going to help.
"So how was it?" She asked.

Alex shrugged. She's been closing her eyes and every time she gets that feeling of warmth and safety and just, she feels alive and she couldn't help but blush.

"It was... I don't know." She replied. "I mean there wasn't any candles, rose pedals, wine and nice music." she said. "But then again, I don't think I would've wanted it that way either."

Alex knows girls who spend their time preparing for their first time with a guy. She can't say she's never thought about the "special moment" but she exactly didn't plan hers down to the last details. And she guessed that's what made it so amazing.

"I had hot, sweaty elevator sex and it was awesome." She smiled.

Nikita swallowed hard. On second thought, she didn't really want to know all the details. She didn't even want a painted picture. Knowing that it was awesome for her was good enough.

"I'm glad." She said.

"You're my person, Nikita Mears." Alex smiled. "You're the only person I wanted to tell all about it after it happened."

Nikita couldn't help but smile back. And thinking about it, she realized, that's what best friends do. They tell each other things-everything. She's Alex's sister, and her best friend but Michael's also her best friend.

Michael's her person.

She used to tell him everything, and he used to tell her everything. They had each other, they understood each other better than anyone ever could.

"Ah," She sighed. "You don't know how much I love you, kiddo."

"Oh I do." Alex teased as she got up.

On the wall, there were many paintings but one in particular was an original rainbow "spectrum" painting by Richard Philips and behind it was one of the many safes in the house.

That particular one was where Nikita and Alex kept personal things.

She took the painting down and opened the safe to retrieve a small box that contained some things even more personal than their passports or real gold that's worth millions and a couple hundred-thousand dollars.

That little box contained their wishes since grade school and it's dear to their heart.

Ever since third grade when it was the four of them: Michael, Nikita, Alex, and Birkhoff. She and Nikita kept one and Michael and Birkhoff kept one also. They used to write what they'd wanted to accomplish at the beginning of each school year and at the end, they'd go back and see if those wishes came true.

Normally, they waited until the last day of school but sometimes the rules had to bend a little and Alex figured that now would be the right moment to get that little box out to make a point.

"Our wish box."

Alex nodded. "Mhm." She took a seat next to Nikita again and opened it.

She took her flash card and handed Nikita hers.

Amongst the many things they wished, only one in particular was always more important than the other.
This year, Alex's was: meet someone different and extraordinary.

She could say that came true because though flawed and imperfect, Sean Mason Pierce III is very different and pretty freakin' extraordinary.

And Nikita's was: Finally tell Michael about how I really feel about him.

They both knew how they felt about each other but with everything that's happened this year, she wasn't sure whether that'd be a great move to make.

Nikita smiled sadly. A long time ago, those flash cards used to mean a lot. But now... She wasn't sure.

"I don't know anymore, Alex."

Alex could hear the tiredness in Nikita's tone and it pained her.

"I know." She comforted her sister. "But I also know that you and Michael share something more than a mutual attraction or chemistry. The both of you have history and after everything you guys have been through together, I'm hoping that one of you can be the bigger person and either end it all or patch things up." She said. "History matters. You and Michael matter." She added. "Give it one last shot. For the sake of old time and friendship because you both miss each other and you know it, I know it, he knows it."
There was a long pause after that and Nikita was just trying to take it all in for a minute and let the words sink in and make sense of them.

"History matters." Nikita repeated.

And it does. She owed it to herself to make it continue to matter no matter how it ends.

She kissed Alex's cheek and nodded. "Thank you."

She grabbed her keys on the table and made up her mind.

History matters.

"Don't wait up." She said. "And if mom and dad-"

"Go!" Alex smiled. "I got mom and dad, now go and be the better half of me."

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It had started pouring really hard on Nikita's way to Michael's house. Her heart was racing a thousand beats per second and to say that she was nervous would be a gross understatement.

After the whole fight with Cassandra, they both decided that they could be amicable to each other and co-exist together without all the pettiness and nastiness that's become them since everything changed. And though things weren't exactly back to normal, it was peaceful.

Even tonight after their victory, Nikita made a point to congratulate him. She could still remember him holding her in his arms and that feeling of safety and warmth she got, it brought her to tears because of how much she missed it. Because of how much she missed him.

And when he whispered, "I'll wait for you, Nikita Mears. No matter how long it takes," Nikita thought that she would evaporate in his arms.

So she was doing this. Tonight could either be the end of a lifetime's friendship or it could be the beginning of something new.

History can continue to matter.

Pulling her car in his parking lot, Nikita was surprised to find out that he was home instead of out celebrating with his other teammates. She was taking a long shot with all of this. And him being home just meant that there wasn't any room for her to be a chicken. This was going to happen.

By the time she got to his porch, her cheerleading outfit was soaked, her hair was a mess of curls and she was trembling. Thiugh she wasn't sure if that was because of the cold or her anxiety.

She ringed the bell twice before he came to answer it in his boxers and a white tank top.

He looked surprised to see her. It was almost as if he were seeing a ghost in front of her because never in a million years did Michael think Nikita would ever show up willingly to his house.

"Nikita-"

Before he could even begin, she interrupted him. "I hate you!" She blurted. "I hate that you did this to us and I hate that despite everything you've done to ruin us, I still am so in love with you." Tears filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks. "You're all I think about, you're all I worry about and these past few months have been hell for me because you-"

The tears were coming down as hard as the pouring rain and she choked on her words, overwhelmed with emotions.

"You own me, Michael. And I hate you for it because for these past few months, I didn't just lose my best friend. I lost who I am. You made me become this person I never thought I would be."

She looked up into his beautiful sea-green emerald eyes and she saw the pain that reflected in them and it shattered her heart into a million pieces of dust.

"And then you look at me like you're looking at me right now and you make it impossible for me to ever really hate you."

Michael swallowed hard. This was painful for him but he knew he needed to hear it because she needed to say those words in order to heal all that's been broken between them. "Nikita, I'm-"

"I'm not finished." Cutting him off again, Nikita continued. "I hate that you're the only person in this planet that really gets me and makes me laugh. I hate that when you hold me in your arms, I feel at home. Safe. But most importantly, I hate that I can't hate you. Not even a little." Wiping her tears, she sniffled and threw her hands up in surrender. "I'm in love with you. All these years I've been telling myself that it's just some stupid crush that I would get over. But I guess I was just fooling myself. I never stopped loving you. Not even when I tried hating you. I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you my whole life."

Michael couldn't believe his ears. She just told him everything he's been too afraid and coward to tell her and he couldn't believe she felt the same. His heart heart bled for her for so long and now... now...

She loves him too.

Taking a deep breath, he found the courage to look into her tear filled hazel eyes and it was as if his whole world was starting to make sense again. She loves him too.

Two steps was all he took then she was in his arms, pressed against his strong chest. With the silver rain pouring around then, he drew her to him and kissed her. It was blissful, passionate, electric- beyond anything they've both ever felt. It was I love you more.

Nikita felt it. And she kissed him. She kissed him and kissed him... again... and again... and again...

And he kept kissing her back.

- The End

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Okay! This is where the ride ends Mikitaverse. I never thought I would write for this fandom again but I felt like you guys had been so loyal to me and this story and I owed it to you guys to give you some kind of closure with these two.

Now, this isn't initially how I planned to end those two, but now, it kind of feels right? Sort of...

I can't really promise that I will be writing anything Nikita related anytime soon or if ever, but I truly hope you guys enjoyed the ride. Thanks to everyone that's supported my stories and writing in general from the start. I luuuuuuh you guys and just THANK YOU, from the bottom of my heart. I thank YOU!

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