"Hey. You notice that I end up your nurse a lot? You're unconscious half the time we're together," Nikita smiled when Owen finally gained consciousness. He had been out for a while. She suspected it had something to do with the regimen withdrawal; though, Michael quipped that he had just managed to hit him that hard with his pistol. Regardless, Nikita was glad when Owen finally woke. He really was going to be okay. Well, as long as he had the regimen he would be fine. Getting him more pills would be a continuous problem, unless they could get him off them. That just might be the next problem they tackled.

The rogues didn't have to worry so much about it then, fortunately. Owen was on the mend, and he'd be okay for a while. Maybe as they took down more Guardians, they could steal more regimen pills for him. That'd give them a lot more time to solve his dependance problem. Unfortunately, it wasn't a permanent solution. Owen was going to suffer for a long time. Even then, as he woke, his head continued to pound. He tried to sit up, yet dizziness and pain overwhelmed him. He crashed back against the pillows with a groan, "Ow."

"Easy. Easy. Easy. I've been crushing your pills so I can give them to you intravenously. The dosages might be a little off," Gently soothing him, Nikita told him what was going on. Once Alex got her the pills from the Guardian's safehouse, she immediately tried to administer them to Owen. She wasn't entirely aware of how much she had to give him, so she just guessed based on what she had seen him take. Hopefully, it was enough for the symptoms to completely vanish. He seemed to be able to focus better. And he was lying comfortably. He should be fine until his next dosage. Then things would settle down.

Owen stared at Nikita in confusion. That was fair. A lot had happened since he had been knocked unconscious. The rogues had been running around, clearing any signs of them and avoiding any remaining Division agents. It probably wasn't safe to bring Owen back to his safehouse, yet they needed someplace for him to recover. Luckily, Alex was covering for them, and Michael and Birkhoff had a protective eye over the place. Until it was okay to move Owen, they should be safe. Though, they might not be able to move him until his confusion was completely abated, "Uh… My pills?"

"Yeah. Alex recovered them from the guardian's safehouse. About a half-year supply," Nikita probably should've just told Owen everything at once- she definitely should've told him who exactly Alex was. Yet considering the fact that he looked around his safehouse completely lost, it was good that she held back. He needed to take things slow both physically and mentally. The regimen withdrawal had fried his brain; it changed the way he thought and even felt. It was going to take some time before he could return to himself. The rogues shouldn't rush him, whether it be with information or the need to run out of there.

"Thanks," Owen sighed. He pushed himself into a sitting position with Nikita's help. Most of his strength had returned to him which was perfect. While he had slept, she had packed their bags, and Michael and Birkhoff had readied their transportation. Everything was prepared for them to book it out of London. They weren't going to take any chances with Division after all the shit that had happened. They might have been covered by Alex, and Birkhoff had control of the many street cameras. Yet that wouldn't last for long. A Guardian was dead and another black box was destroyed. Percy was out for their blood; they probably weren't safe anywhere.

"We gotta get out of here. Alex's covering for us, and Michael and Birkhoff have eyes on the surrounding area, but this place may no longer be safe," Not meaning to rush Owen, Nikita rushed Owen. Thinking about Percy and Division and the little time they had, had begun to freak her out. She hated being a sitting duck. Yes, Owen needed to recover. And yes, it took time to secure a ride back home. Nikita just didn't like how vulnerable it made them. The rogues had a lot of disadvantages when it came to resources compared to Division. That put them into way too many vulnerable positions. They were lucky so far, but who knew when that would run out.

"Sounds like I owe you guys," Although Owen rose to his feet, and found himself on solid footing, he didn't hurry to follow Nikita. He hadn't realized how much he actually owed the team until then. They had done everything for him. While he freaked out, while he made poor decision after poor decision, the rogues were right there beside him. He was extremely fortunate to have them. Without them, he'd have been killed a million times over. The amount he actually owed them was immeasurable. He didn't think he'd ever be able to repay the debt.

"You can thank us when we get home," Nikita just tossed Owen his bag and texted Michael that they were on their way. They could have a serious conversation about what happened on the plane ride home. The safehouse was too insecure, too desolate, and too cold for a long conversation. Besides, she didn't consider saving a friend's life a debt that needed to be repaid. If the situation was reversed, Owen would've saved her; she had no doubt about it. He didn't need to thank her for being a teammate and friend. Instead, he needed to focus on healing himself and getting the hell out of the safehouse.

Whereas Nikita moved towards the door, Owen stayed where he was. A part of him ordered him to just follow her and figure out his shit later. But the louder- maybe it was the stupider- part of him urged him to stay. He had never been a help to the rogues. Everytime he tried, he just caused messes the others needed to clean up. He probably shouldn't be around them any longer, especially when there was so much going wrong with his head, "You're gonna have to thank everyone for me. I'm not going with you."

"What are you talking about?" Almost out the door, Nikita whirled around and gawked. What did he mean he wasn't coming. Of course Owen had to go with her. The team was safer from Division together. They could survive whatever hell Percy would rain down in retaliation for destroying another black box together. They were stronger as one whole team, fighting against their enemies with everything they had; it was a lesson they had learned a thousand times by then. There was no need for Owen to separate from them anymore. Besides, the team could use him once they encountered another Guardian on the regimen.

"I think I need to find some answers," The more he thought about his decision, the more Owen was determined to stick with it. After his regimen withdrawal, he probably shouldn't be around other people. Yes, he was on the pills again. Yet there was no way that that was an immediate or permanent fix. He couldn't go crazy like that ever again. He couldn't put Nikita or anyone else on the team in grave danger because he couldn't control his actions, or because he couldn't think straight. He needed to ensure he was his best self in his own space. It was the only way everyone could stay safe.

"This isn't something you have to go through on your own," Nikita completely disagreed with Owen. The best way to heal was with a support system. She knew she wouldn't be where she was if it weren't for Michael and Birkhoff (and even Alex). There was no way she could've fought and clawed her way to a peace of mind without them. Of course she still struggled, and of course there were a lot of things she still preferred to do on her own. But she always had friends at her back to help keep her standing. Owen could very easily have the same support system if he just followed her. There was no reason for any of them to be alone again.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is. There's some things I have to do by myself. Find a way to get off this regimen, for one. And figure out if I'm ready to start making up for the things I've done. Until then, I'm no help to you or anybody else," Owen understood Nikita's point. His mind was simply made up. He couldn't be an effective member of the team if he didn't get his head on straight. He was bound to only screw up more. Or, worse, get someone killed. Until his head was fixed, he had to be alone. It might not have seemed like the best decision, but it was.

Nikita's mouth opened then closed. She could potentially argue with Owen all day. But they didn't have the time; they hardly had the time to continue talking then. Also, Nikita knew deep down that Owen was right. He needed to go on his personal journey alone. He needed to be away from the team until it was safe. And he needed to make a decision on his own. He had been following orders for as long as he could remember. A part of being rogue was being free of the things that held you down in the past. Choosing his own path was Owen's freedom manifested. As his friend, Nikita should respect that, "You know where I'll be."

Before Nikita could slip out the door, Owen gently pulled her back. There was one more thing he needed to say. He had been trying to say it for a while, but the damn regimen made him focus on something he shouldn't have deemed as more important. He needed to make amends for what he had done in both actions and words. He had been pretty good with actions (well, pretty obsessive) yet he hadn't actually said anything. He could change that then, "Uh Nikita? I never apologized for Daniel. I'm sorry."

"Take care of yourself, okay?" Smiling softly, Nikita took Owen's hand off her arm, squeezed it, then let it drop. She was out the door before either of them could say another word. A part of her wanted to turn back around and tell him that there was nothing he needed to apologize for; he had only followed orders- something she had done more times than she should've. Daniel wasn't Owen's fault. His death was all on Nikita. And, although so much had happened since then, she was still so angry about it. She couldn't talk about what happened without exploding. So she didn't.

Michael was on the sidewalk outside the safehouse, waiting patiently for Nikita and Owen. He had been waiting impatiently. But the text from Nikita stating that they were on their way calmed him. Soon, they'd be out of London and hopefully on their way to the next black box. Alex believed that she knew new ways to dig up Guardian information for the rogues after the latest mission. The rest of those damn boxes really could be destroyed soon. Then Percy could die. With the team together, that could be an easy mission. At least, the team should be together. However, Nikita walked out alone, "Where's Owen?"

"Personal journey," Slipping her arm through her boyfriend's, Nikita sighed. Michael didn't say anything. Partially because needed more information before he could make a real comment, and partially because he already agreed with Owen's decision to take some time away from the war. What the regimen did to him couldn't just be solved by giving him more pills. The former Cleaner had to sort through his thoughts and feelings, and get a clear understanding of himself. Michael and Nikita had given themselves the time to do that. It was simply Owen's turn. When he was ready to join them, he would. And he'd be one thousand percent himself.

"We owe Alex for this. And I don't think chocolates are gonna cut it," Leading Nikita to the awaiting car, Michael changed the subject. Alex had gone above and beyond for the rogues on that mission. Although she remained confused about why she was even there, she delved right into the insanity. She put herself in danger for the team, and even took on an out of control Owen. She was lucky to only walk away with a broken arm- especially since it helped sell how she managed to be the sole survivor. The rogues owed her for so much. Maybe they could get her more intel for her revenge mission. Or maybe they could help her start pushing it along.

Nodding, Nikita rested her tired head against Michael's shoulder. He slipped his arm out of her grip so he could wrap it around her shoulders and hold her closer. She had been thinking about Alex's role as their mole for a while. Sometimes, being a double-agent worked great for her. Most of the time, however, the danger wasn't worth it. The recent trouble with her being randomly assigned a rogue mission by Amanda was further proof of that. Alex wasn't going to be safe for much longer. Either her lies, or Amanda, were going to catch up to her. She should escape before then, "I think we need to start planning to get her out of Division."

"Yeah. Deals with the devil always bite you in the ass," Michael agreed with a heavy sigh. Nikita wrapped a supportive arm around his waist. That was all they discussed about the topic, though. Before they made any concrete decisions, they had to talk to Alex. Also, before they pondered another problem, they needed to rest. Fortunately, a long plane ride back home gave them a chance to sit, relax, and potentially doze off. Michael and Nikita could decompress and gear up to tackle more disastrous situations. And incase they weren't ready yet, they could lean on one another for strength.