A season 2 AU. Inspired by requests for Mikita and Salex role reversals. Sometimes you guys request the same things, and it's just further proof that we're all starving for Nikita content. If I haven't gotten to your request yet, know that I am working on them. I'm trying to come up with a story that would do it justice. Also, I know women weren't allowed in the Navy Seals until 2015. But it's fanfiction, who cares.
Lieutenant Alexandra Udinov was confused, and that was a rare thing to admit to. She prided herself in knowing everything that was happening. But after being ordered to gather information on a secret black ops unit that her senator father basically ran, she was in constant bewilderment. It didn't help that she was continuously lied to by Amanda and Percy. Alex couldn't get a straight answer out of anybody at Division. It was lies and cover ups over lies and cover ups; she wasn't even given any solid answers from her own father. She was wandering around blind, much to her annoyance.
She couldn't just walk away, however. Being the first female Navy Seal taught her that she could never quit; she always had to be the best version of herself. All eyes were on her. Any misstep, and the world would turn against her. So she was the girl scout, the perfect little soldier. Alex followed every order perfectly, even if she didn't agree with it one hundred percent. And that particular assignment, she had a lot of reservations about. The idea and practice of a unit like Division was horrific to her. She couldn't understand how her father could sanction it. But she never voiced those thoughts. Instead, she focused on the good part of the job- reigning the rogue elements in.
However, it was the rogue elements that puzzled her the most. Not Percy and Amanda, she got their need for power. And not Michael, she understood his need for revenge after Division forced him to kill for them. It was Nikita that confused her. Nikita had been a Naval intelligence officer. She had served her country honorably, and was given the opportunity to run missions for a black ops unit. According to all accounts, Nikita was a great soldier, leader, and handler. She was going to go far in the service. But then, out of almost nowhere, she turned her back on Division and ran off with their number one enemy. It didn't make any sense.
When Alex asked about Nikita, all she received in response was that she was seduced by Michael. He had hooked her with sex, and brought her down to his level. Alex didn't believe that. A woman like Nikita would never risk everything for some guy. No man was ever worth throwing a life away. There had to be more to the story, a piece of information that would make everything come together. Alex wasn't going to get that answer from just anybody, though. There was only one person in Division whom she could trust.
Sean Pierce, the heir to Zetrov, had no stakes in the Division versus Michael fight. His entire family was killed by the black ops unit; he would give everything to see them burn to the ground. He just had to get revenge on the people who ordered the hit first. That was how Michael had secured him as a mole. The two worked together to sabotage the place, before Sean discovered that Michael had been lying to him- that Michael was the one to actually pull the trigger and kill his mother. At the moment, Sean was neutral. He didn't care who won, as long as he completed his goal of revenge. So, Alex turned to him for help.
She found him in a neglected training room. It looked like an old boxing gym. Agents and recruits must've abandoned it for the better equipped training area upstairs. Sean was alone in the room, which he seemed to prefer. He could be safe with his thoughts and musings, and no prying eyes could spy on him. With earbuds blasting music, Sean didn't notice Alex's approach. She was able to study him for a moment. He was intently focused on pummeling the punching bag in front of him. It was as though he was releasing all of his frustrations into the movement. His body was fluid and quick, evidence of his training- as a recruit or as Michael's protégé, Alex wasn't sure. What she was sure of, however, was that he was shirtless. She was being honest with herself as she admitted that his muscular chest nicely distracted her for a second.
Entering into Sean's line of sight, Alex made a motion for him to remove his earbuds. He complied, stopping his exercise to catch his breath. To say he was annoyed would've been an understatement, "What do you want, Alex?"
His attitude was warranted. She deserved to be snapped at by him. Their previous interactions hadn't been pleasant ones. They clashed with each other almost consistently. Alex had to put that aside, though, in order to get what she wanted, "I need to ask you a couple of questions. You're the only one who won't lie to me."
Rolling his hazel eyes, Sean began to unwrap the padding on his strong fists, "Finally figured that out, huh?"
Alex wasn't going to respond to the quip. There were more important things than arguing with him. She did cross her arms over her chest and jut her chin out in defiance, however, "What's the deal with Nikita?"
"Nikita?" He paused in confusion, "Don't you mean 'Michael'? He is the big bad here."
"I think I know who I mean. Why did Nikita turn on Division? It can't possibly be because she was seduced."
Sean laughed suddenly and loudly. Alex found herself inexplicably drawn to the sound. She quickly shook the feeling off, more interested in his response than whatever that was, "Is that what they told you? Come on."
He moved across the room to a bench holding a water bottle and a bag. Dumping the iPod, earbuds, and wrappings into the duffel, Sean reached for the refreshing water. Alex followed him, continuing to press the topic, "Then why defect? Nikita had a future here. She could've gone far."
"No, she couldn't have," Wiping away the water that sloshed on his full lips, Sean negated. His tone was serious, nearly melancholic, "Trust me. Nikita had her reasons for leaving this hellhole."
"Like what?"
Slowly, Sean regarded Alex. He looked her over with penetrating eyes. She didn't cower under the glare. He was sizing her up, seeing if she really was trustworthy. Her actions in the past didn't help her. She was working for Oversight, of which her father was a prominent member. And she would support her father as best as she could. However, she needed to know the truth. So, she put her hands up in surrender and gave a weak smile, "Off the record."
It took him a moment, but Sean did reply, "Division killed her husband and daughter."
"What? I thought a terrorist…"
"A Division agent masquerading as a terrorist, yeah," Sean interrupted Alex, voice sharply dripping with acid, "The second she found out the truth, she jumped ship."
Alex collapsed on the bench, attempting to absorb the information. She knew the black ops unit operated too much in the black, that was why she was there after all. But killing the family of a servicewoman, someone who worked for the same country they did, was something else. Division's activities were more vile than she had originally thought. She looked up at Sean, lost. He wasn't looking back at her.
He had worked himself up, and was pacing across the floor, "You're lucky you have Daddy to protect you. Division would gladly take out anyone you care about. My parents, Nikita's family, and Michael's fianceé were all just missions. They were ways to make money and keep people in line."
"I… I'm sorry," It was lame; she wasn't sure why she had said it. Yet it was out there. Sean sighed, and sat next to her on the bench. He held his head in his hands, massaging away a headache. Alex glanced towards him with sincerity in her blue eyes, "Thanks for telling me."
After a moment, he brought his eyes up to meet hers. They stared at one another, the weight of their conversation heavy around them. Sean soon got to his feet, and grabbed his things. Alex didn't make a move to stop him. As he left, he called bitterly over his shoulder, "Now you know who you're working for."
Yeah. She definitely knew then.