So I wanted to clarify that in the previous chapter, when Alex says that she will be okay with Nikita not getting her memories back, I meant that she would be okay with putting Nikita's happiness first, but she would still continue to get revenge regardless of Nikita's choice. Even though Alex said she was "okay" she really wouldn't be as their relationship meant a lot to her. Hope that helps with understanding! Sorry I wasn't clear enough. Reviews are much much appreciated!

Nikita POV:

I groan slightly, as Alex helps me get my memories back. Slowly the pain becomes too intense and I pass out.

"Nikita, Nikita!" Alex whispers. I wake up with a start. "Do you remember?" she asks, her wide eyes staring into mine. It takes a moment but suddenly everything comes rushing back: Me saving Alex, Me leaving Division, Me training Alex, Me finding Owen, the black boxes, everything.

"Alex, I remember..." I say slowly with a whisper. I reach up and hug her tight.

"What's going on?" Michael asks as he comes in.

"Nothing" I say quickly, "I'm just thanking her for saving my life" Alex hides the device. "Michael, I need to see Simon."

"Nikita, are you sure? You are barely getting better-" he says worried.

"Michael, I'm sure" I say. He shows me the way to the room. "I want to talk to him alone" I tell him. He nods and leaves.

"Simon. First off..." I punch him in the face. "That's for what you did to me. But...I forgive you" I tell him. He looks at me appalled. "I got my memory back." I say and undo his restraints. Immediately, he goes for my throat pinning me to the ground. His grip grows tighter and tighter. I start to see stars.

"Give me one reason not to kill you" he says to me.

"Your….family….is al-ive" i manage to choke out. He lets go in surprise. I double over coughing and gasping for breath.

"Your family isn't dead. I would never kill an 8 year old boy. They are alive, in a secluded location on the other side of the world. They are okay, but they miss you." I explain to him, while still catching my breath, and keeping my voice down.

"What? How do you remember? How are they doing?" he asks quickly, wanting to know the answers.

"That's really not important how I remember. Your family is okay. Your son is now 12 years old. They really want to see you. I am not with Division anymore. I haven't been in a very long time. I was just a little confused, but me and my partner's goal is still to take them down." I say. "Once you leave here, I can't help you"

"I suppose I still have to go with them" he says sadly. I shake my head.

"No, you don't. Here." I hand him my gun, and a piece of paper. "That's where they are. Now knock me out. "

"Excuse me?" He remarks, clearly surprised.

"We need to make it look like you escaped. Knock me out and then leave this room and go left. There is a door there that will get you out" I explain.

"Okay." he says. "Thank you Nikita. I'm really sorry for everything I said back there." He says. I nod.

"There was some truth to what you said." I say. He swings at my head and knocks me out.

Also, this fic is close to ending, but I think I want to write more Nikita fanfic, but I'm not sure if anyone would want to read them. If anyone has any prompts, then please let me know via the comments! I like to write things with some action and romance!