Hello Mikita lovers, this is my 2nd FanFiction i have going on now (other one is 'Me+You=Us' and i hope i will update it before Nikita finishes on May 18th...nahhh kidding, before! Just a teaser, i like to tease
This is too mostly Mikita story (well, i have about 2.500 words written and it is only Mikita (my other story has a bit Owen too). But, i really can't predict how it will go, can i? Noooo... So, i own nothing but give me Michael/Shane if no one wants him (tough luck huh?)
She was so tired, tired of her previous life. So who are they to give her another one?
They brought her in Division. Shaking, afraid, always fighting. Even him.
The next morning, she woke up in room with sick, neon lights and saw him.
'Good morning.' unusually slick guy standing next to the door said.
'Who the hell are you?' Nikita snapped, her voice still groggy from all the crying, yelling and sleep.
'I am Michael, guy you spat on yesterday. You don't remember?' he asked with that smug tone everyone in this...place seem to have. 'I work for the government.' he said and his eyes flickered around the room, like he doesn't believe that either.
I tried to get up but my hands were restrained.
'How are you people?' I screamed, traces of drugs visible in my blood-shoot eyes.
'We are...here to help. To give you new life. Everybody deserves second chance.'
'But i never wanted second chance!'
'We will soon see that. Nikita' he smiled at me, and exited the room at the same time when two nurses came it.
Days passed. Weeks passed. Even months. Nikita was a loner, without even one friend in other recruit.
Michael noticed. Of course he did. He noticed everything about new girl. Nikita was brave, fearless, sassy, beautiful, incredibly fit and amazing fighter. He felt guilty thinking about there like that. He was merely her mentor, her handler. Nothing can ever happen, especially not in Division with main motto being: 'No emotions. Ever.'
During past month, Michael and me become sort of friends. I must admit, i would love it to be something more, but...he is my mentor, after all. And this place is not allowing relationships, not even between 2 recruiters. Not to mentions that i am very lonely. I am 23, and yet i never had a 'real' boyfriend. You would understand if you know life i have left behind.
And Michael is... Michael is. I think that is all i can say about him right now. Anyway, i am quite sure he doesn't feel the same way about me.
Bit of harmless flirting never killed anybody. Nothing more can ever happen, especially not in Division with main motto being: 'No emotions. Ever.'
Until one very cold December day.
'Michael, what are you doing here? You will get sick.' I sneezed, grabbing tissue in the process. I got sick 2 days ago and Amanda let me spend a few days in my small room, in my even smaller bad. But it was everything i have and it was enough.
I saw plastic white container in his hands and smiled.
'Don't worry about me, I've been sick already. I brought you some soup. I know it is your favorite.' he glanced behind his shoulder, and then put soup in small microwave on the other side of my room. He seemed very interested in something behind his back, and his shifty behavior bothered me.
'What it is Michael, why are you all jumpy all of the sudden?' I asked, coughing and trying to steady cough medicine bottle with my shaky hands.
'It's nothing just...Amanda is not exactly fan of mentors visiting their recruits in their private accommodations... And... i need to talk to you.' he took a deep breath, like he was preparing for this for years. 'I-'
She was so tired, tired of her previous life. So who are they to give her another one?
They brought her in Division. Shaking, afraid, always fighting. Even him.
The next morning, she woke up in room with sick, neon lights and saw him.