NOTE: Here is a little more. I'm so far satisfied with how this story is going. I realize though that I haven't really done any fight scenes and of course there are plenty of those in the show so I'm hoping to have one in here soon. Thanks for reading!

Considering the Alternative

Nikita woke up with a gasp. She looked around and saw that she was in a prison cell. It was small, damp, and cold. A prison guard opened her door and stared at her with a frown.

"Why am I here?"

"What do you mean 'why am I here?' You killed the President of the United States. Or did you forget that quickly? Get up!" The man turned her around and put handcuffs on her before pushing her out of the cell. She walked by each cell and looked in. She couldn't believe what she saw.

"Nikita!" She heard her name. It was Ryan.

"Ryan! What are you doing here?"

"Don't worry. We are still going to get our pardons. Everything will be alright." She walked passed Ryan and saw Sonya, Birkhoff, then Alex.

"Alex..." She looked as if she had been doing drugs. "Alex..." Then, she saw Michael sitting in his cell against the wall.

"Michael!" She tried to run towards his cell but the guard grabbed her harder.

"It's too late Nikita." Michael said as she passed by. She was pushed into another room and the door locked behind her. She turned and saw two other men that worked to strap her down to a bed. Then, she saw what she feared the most, Amanda.

"What did you do?" Nikita yelled.

"I told you I would make you suffer," Amanda said with her crooked smile.

"We are going to stop you!" Amanda laughed.

"Still won't give up being a vigilante. Don't worry it'll all be over soon." She picked up something off her metal table full of various gadgets and surgical instruments. She stuck a needle in Nikita's arm and watched as she passed out on the table.

Nikita sat up in bed sweating and gasping for air. She looked around and pushed her hair out of her face. She was in the same plain motel room in the same bed with the same clothes on. She closed her eyes and laid back down on the bed realizing that she was laying in a pool of sweat.

She forced herself to get out of bed and into the small bathroom to clean herself up.

She took a quick shower and tried to avoid the mirror when she stood at the sink.

She couldn't help but look up. She had come such a long way. She had been a drug addict. She had been a killer. She had been on death row. She had loved and lost. She had been through so much, and yet she still clung on to this idea of life. She didn't know where to get it from or how to start it, but she knew she wasn't going to be alone. She had Michael. Michael had experienced life before, and she knew that he wanted it just as bad as she did. At the same time, life seemed all too good to be true for her. She should've known that Amanda would keep her from discovering it.

"The world is about to see you for who you really are Nikita and there is nothing you can do about it," Amanda had said as she gave Nikita the most the unbearable ultimatum.

Maybe I should turn myself in...

Nikita thought about it. If she turned herself in should could explain what really happened, the President committed suicide. Yes, she had shot herself. Her fingerprints are on the gun but...damn it...mine are too. She remembered how she had touched the gun and even placed it on President Spencer's desk. They wouldn't listen to my story at all. I'd be lucky if I got a fair trial. She thought about Amanda's ability to expose Division. There was no longer a black box or members of Oversight to back up her claims. However, there were people out there like Nikita and Michael that were pronounced legally dead and yet they were all alive. There were even soldiers who came into Division when it was still in existence. If she really wanted to expose the agency she could and that would mean exposing not only Nikita, but everyone else who ever was apart of Division.

Nikita realized that turning herself in may not be the easy option. It would get her no where. She would never get out and it would all be over. She couldn't give up on her future with Michael that easily. It was worth fighting for.

She got dressed and left the motel. She found a mall and decided to try and find some clothes that she liked. Even though she was a trained assassin that could take out a man twice her size, she had no clue where to start when it came to regular recreational activities. She had gotten better at it once she became a Division agent. She remembered the first time she went shopping. It was so obvious that she did not know what to look for that a store associate helped her shop for a new wardrobe. It had been a while since she went shopping, but she tried to enjoy herself. She changed into her new clothes after she bought them and then headed to the salon. It was time for a new hair cut. She figured that the only things they had to go off of in finding her was her slender figure and her long, dark brown, straight hair. She decided to cut it and dye it a light brown.

When she left the salon, she felt like a new woman. She sat down in the food court and ate lunch. She tried to go over ideas in her head on how to find Amanda. Why did the Shop want President Spencer dead? What were they planning to do now? And what does Amanda want with me now?

She didn't have Birkhoff anymore to do some snooping around on Shadow Net. She went over her conversation with Amanda in the tunnel. She said nothing that gave away any information about her plans. Then, it hit her. Owen. He was the last person to really have close contact with Amanda before she disappeared.

I've got to fine Owe...Sam. He wasn't Owen anymore. Owen was lost. Another person ruined by Amanda's games. He was always Sam, so he says. Nikita always felt that he really had been Owen all along and Amanda made him into Sam. Sam stayed inside Owen until Amanda hit the switch. He told everyone that he didn't want to have anything to do with them after the G-20, but Nikita never gave up on her friends. Owen had done so much for her. She wasn't going to give up on him, not now.

She had a plan. The problem was trying to figure out how to implement it. She didn't know where Sam could be. In fact, she had no idea where Sam would go, but she had an idea of where Owen would go.

She got into her car and drove to the last place that became home to Owen during his duties as a Guardian, the only place that he had any connection to. The apartment he lived in when he met Emily.

I wanted to bring back Owen! I hope they put him in season 4.