DISCLAIMER: The characters of La Femme Nikita do not belong to me but are being borrowed for as long as I need them. And while I'm at it I would greatly appreciate feedback. This is my first La Femme Nikita fic.
Nikita blinks back tears because she is not even sure if they will be able to reach through to Michelle. Lee approaches munitions, returning from a mission. "I heard what happened," he says to Walter, Nikita, and Michael, "where is she?" Nikita motion towards Comm; he checks in his equipment then heads towards Michelle. Nikita says a quick prayer in her head hoping Lee will be able to reach Michelle from the grasps of the demons that haunt her.
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Once I reach her, I swing her chair around until she's facing me. "Get up," I say with an edge of steel in my voice. She starts to object but I grab her shoulders and pull her to her feet. Anger flashes in her eyes as she stares at me. Good. Anger is good. I put a hand at the small of her back and lead her to the training area. Luckily she doesn't object. Grabbing some clothes outta our lockers, I lead her towards the changing area. I hold out the clothes to her. She looks at the clothes then at me, "Lee, I'm not in the mood, maybe later," she says. Fine, I'll just have to put the clothes on her myself.
She sees the change in my eyes and steps back. I grab her by the waist and move further into the room where no one can see us. I sit her down and take off her boots. "Take off your shirt," I order her. She doesn't budge so I reach for the buttons on her shirt. She pushes my hands away so I wrestle her to the floor with her hands above her head. "You have a choice. Either I put the clothes on for you or you can do it yourself," She stares at me a moment then relaxes. I release her and hand her the clothes. She stands and crosses her arms. "What?" I ask. She arches an eyebrow and I turn away from her, grinning.
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She has that blank look in her eyes. The one she's mastered just like Michael's. I wait for her to take her fighting stance: she doesn't. She knows she's better than me, but I'm stronger. I slowly circle her, awaiting the chance to attack. I kick my leg out, aiming for her side. She blocks and moves away. I attack some more, which she easily blocks. I move to kick at her, she senses it, drops to the floor, and kicks my legs out from under me. She cocks her head to the side and looks down at me with a slight smirk on her face. Alright, she's pissed me off now.
She sees the change in my eyes and the smirk disappears. She starts backing up so I jump to my feet. I rush at her, grab her by the arms, and throw her to the floor. I grab her wrists and pin her hands above her head. She's afraid now, I can sense it. With my knee, I spread her legs apart and settle between them. "You like to have control, don't you?" I say, putting emphasis on control by pushing myself against her and hear a gasp escape her lips. She struggles to free her arms but I tighten my grip. She relaxes suddenly and stares into my eyes. Slowly her head begins to rise towards mine and I am lost in her dark brown orbs. I relax my hold on her in anticipation of the kiss I know is to come. However, I don't anticipate Michelle gaining the upper hand and rolling us over until she is straddling my hips.
She looks down at me with that smirk on her face. "I'm sorry for what he did to you," The smirk disappears from her face and she stands slowly. I stand also and gently cup her face in my hands. "I admire your strength after all you've been through. Even though Section isn't the place for it, there are people here who care about you. I care about you. I am here now and I will always be here," I look down then back into her eyes. "You don't have to be alone anymore." I lean forward and place a kiss on her forehead. She moves forward and wraps her arms around my neck. I return the gesture and kiss her cheek. She pulls back, with my arms still around her and I see her face is streaked with tears. "Thank you," she whispers. Tentatively, I bring my face closer to hers until our lips are touching. I deepen the kiss as she returns it. I slide my tongue across her lower lip, begging to taste her sweet mouth. She does and our tongues meet in a fierce battle. I pull my body closer to hers but she gently pushes me away. "Air," she breathes out. I press my forehead against hers. She pulls her head away from mine and turns it. I follow her gaze until it lands on Madeline and Operations. Michelle looks at the with that blank stare of hers. She takes my hand and leads me away from the training area. She looks up at with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.
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" What are we going to do with those two?" Operations asks Madeline. Madeline smiles softly at him from her desk. "Nothing now. Michelle is a lot like Michael. She may keep him at. But if it doesn't come to that, we'll just handle it the way we've handled Michael and Nikita," She holds a cup of tea in her hand, inches away from her mouth. "However, it may make Michelle's performance in the field better." Operations approaches the door and it slides open. "I hope you're right," he says and heads to the perch.