NOTE: Okay here is more! This chapter focuses mostly on Sam/Owen. I always wanted him to be Owen rather than Sam. So, I thought long and hard about how I could incorporate that without significantly changing the plot of the series. I hope you all like it! Let me know what you think of it! Thanks for reading, pleease comment! =D

Revealed

Sam was trying to think of what to tell and what not to tell. If I leave out the crucial details but make it seem like I am telling her the whole story it won't hurt, right?
 He cleared his throat and watched her sit down in a velvet chair next to his seat the way she did in her lair in Division. He used to hate having to go there.

"Okay, start talking," she said.

If I tell her everything now, there's no guarantee that I'll get what I want.

"No." She raised an eyebrow. "I'm not stupid. I know that the second you get what you want you will disappear down that corridor planning your attack and ill be left with unanswered questions. I'll tell you what you want to know once you tell me what I want to know."

"And why should I do that?"

"Because you have me locked up here. I have nowhere to go so you don't have to worry about me. Just tell me who the hell I am and I'll leave you alone for good."

He seemed to be convincing enough because she got out of her chair and made him sit back. Without a word she put electrodes his temples. She then pushed the table holding the device she had used numerous times to activate certain parts of the brain towards him. With that device, she had complete control those who unfortunately landed in her chair. Sam became nervous when he saw the long needle that would end up going through his nose.

"Are you ready?" She asked with raised eyebrows.

"Just get it over with," he replied and leaned back. He couldn't believe that he was actually allowing this to happen to him. But I need to know.
Amanda stood over him and began to move the needle towards his face.

Nikita walked casually through the halls keeping her head low. She didn't want to cause any unneeded attention. She found an exit and casually opened the door. It led to a long stairwell. She sighed and went down the stairs as fast as she could. Her mind was racing. Amanda, that bitch…Alex…Sam…Avet…the CIA…Spencer. She tried to focus on one thing to stay focused on the task at hand: finding Amanda's hideout and saving Sam and Alex. She repeated the address in her head that Birkhoff was able to track from Alex's phone signal. She called and sent us a message with Morse code, smart girl. She was always amazed at how much Alex learned from her. Nikita was always unsure of how effective those months of lessons were for Alex. She was never sure how serious Alex had been about learning, how to be an agent and using the information to help her take down Division. Nikita realized how much she underestimated Alex. Either way, Alex was still like a sister to her. I'm coming for you…

Nikita made it out of the building and was able to make it back to their car and begin her final mission.

Sam looked around in panic. He was lying on the floor. When he got up and looked around, he realized where he was, Division. He was standing right in front of Ops and was looking down at the training area for recruits.

"We are where everything started for you." Sam quickly turned around surprised at the unwelcome voice. It was none other than Amanda.

"You could have given me warning that you were going to pop up in my dreams." Amanda couldn't help but chuckle at him.

"You are not dreaming. You are about to take a step into your past through a simulation that I have create through activating specific parts of your brain. It is similar to dreaming. I will guide you through, but you will be able to fill in all of the blanks. These are your memories. Well, most of it will be..." Sam stared at her, soaking it all in.

"Unlike what I did to Nikita that day you rudely interrupted me, you will be an outsider looking in." Just then she disappeared and he was suddenly in Percy's office. He was a new recruit at the time. Stubborn, angry, and defiant. He stood there looking at Percy with a nonchalant face. Wade was standing off to the side.

"Owen, Owen Elliot. 23 years old, from Seattle, raised by a single mother, older brother, younger sister, college drop out, been arresting multiple times for carrying illegal substances, multiple DUI's leading to a little jail time community service and…then the big one that landed you here…" Percy stopped and looked up at Owen. "Arrested and convicted as a well-known drug dealer who specialized in cocaine." Owen glared at him and stood with his hands behind his back like a soldier. Percy got up from his chair and dropped Owen's file on his desk carelessly. He walked around his desk and then leaned against it with his arms crossed.

"Where did you learn to stand like that? Guys your age can barely stand up straight and keep your pants around your waist."

"I spent some time in boot camp as a teen. Did you overlook that in your copious file of my life or did someone forget to add that part in?" Sam retorted. Percy gave him one of his smiles showing that he was amused.

"And why did you go to boot camp? I'm guessing you were the problem child that your mother couldn't handle, raising three kids on her own and all."

"I caused too much trouble for her," he said with disappointment.

"I'm sure you did. Well, now you are our problem. However, with the high success rate of our recruit-training program here at Division, you should be ready to go out into the field in no time. Then, instead of being a problem, you will be an asset to our team." Sam looked at Percy straight in the eyes for the first time since their conversation started.

"Tell me, how did a 23 year old manage to not only sell drugs and not get caught, but run his own little cartel? Mr. Elliot, that shows initiative and independence. Those are valuable characteristics here." Percy walked up to Owen and put his hand on his shoulder. "You'll do just fine here. Now, Wade is going to take you down to the training area to get you started." He looked at Wade. "I want him to spend less time with Birkhoff and more time training with you. I have some plans for you Owen."

They all disappeared and Sam stood surprised trying to soak it all in. Amanda reappeared next to him.

"Well, now you know how you joined Division," she said. He looked at her.

"My name is…really Owen." Amanda nodded and smiled at his realization.

"Yes, it is. We aren't done yet."

The scene changed and Owen was training with Wade. They were sparring and Owen had his eyes right on Wade. They fought and were equally fighting with the same strength and technique. The fight was so intense that everyone stood watching. Some were shouting for Owen, some for Wade. Wade had Owen pinned down, but Owen wasn't going to let him win. He was able to push Wade off of him and pin him down. He put up his fist and stopped before he landed a punch right in Wade's face. He had won the fight. Everyone clapped for him.

"I'm ready. Send me on a mission already," Owen said.

DIVISION—OPERATIONS

"You're target's are these four men. Now, this isn't a kill mission. You are going to be there playing as their friend. You will be apart of their unit and your objective is to find out if they have been selling drugs, and if they are catch them in the act so we can have the removed from the army and arrested." Sam cut his eyes at Wade. "Percy said this would be perfect for you considering you previous experiences," Wade gave him a smirk that made Owen want to punch it right off of his face.

"Whatever. Just get me out of this hole. I'm ready for some sunlight."

"Alright. Before we let you out, just some more information. Your name will be Sam, Sam Matthews. You are from Oregon, you don't have any close family members. You joined the army, because you wanted to do something beneficial for you country and start a new life. Everyone else you can make up as you go. The menial things are just to give you guidelines as to what to say to the men in your unit. You can make up as much as you want, but make sure that you are Sam Matthews. Not Owen Elliot. You cannot give them any inkling that you are anyone else other than who you say you are. If they find out that you are lying, it could expose you, Division, your true objective, and ruin the mission. You are Sam Matthews understood?"

"Alright, I'm Sam Matthews," Owen said nonchalantly.

"I want you to take this seriously Owen. If there is anything that I taught you it is that we don't fail here. You were given once chance at life and you failed. This is your last chance. Fail this time and there will be consequences." Wade left Owen in Ops.

"Do you see? This is how it all started…" Amanda appeared. So, Sam Matthews was only my cover…It was only…"

"Well, you know what happened. You decided to help run the drug trade rather than stop them from doing it. You ended up killing all of them. Wade, at first wasn't very happy, but after talking with Percy they decided that you neutralized the problem by eliminating the men all together. Well, except for one as you know, but he never told anyone what happened, so we one that battle. However, Percy thought it was too reckless. You caused too much attention towards yourself and the situation. You had gotten shot, and when you woke up you didn't remember anything. Honestly, it saved you life. I was considering triggering you kill chip, but then I decided to work my magic and then helped you become Owen again."

"You mean you messed with my head."

"When you woke up you were confused, and really didn't know that your name was Owen, just accepted it."

Now, they were in Percy's office. Owen was standing in front of Percy.

"You seen to have gotten better Owen." Owen didn't respond. "You got the job done, completed your mission, but you didn't follow orders. You decided to try and make your own rules. Let me reiterate: when you are here, you follow my rules," Percy was in his face, and Owen looked him in the eyes. "I'm going to make a deal with you. You will no longer be an agent. Instead, you will be a cleaner. It is quick, easy, to the point. And since you like to make your own decisions, I will give you a target and you can decide the best way to execute the kill. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." Percy nodded.

"You remember what happened to you. You were a cleaner for quite some time. You even killed Nikita's lover, Daniel."

DIVISION—PERCY'S OFFICE

"I must say Owen. You have been doing a good job especially this time. This target, Daniel, he was an important one. Congratulations."

"Thank you, sir." Percy smiled at him and dismissed him from his office. Owen walked down the hallway towards Amanda's office and a slender woman in a suit was walking towards him. He glanced at her and kept walking passed her.

"Is that…Nikita?" He asked realizing that he had walked right passed Nikita that day. At that time, they hadn't even known one another.

"It is. That was the day you killed Daniel. After you gave Percy the news, he called my office and told me. Then, I called Nikita to my office to break the news."

Owen suddenly felt a pang of guilt. "It wasn't long after that you started gaining a conscience and decided that you no longer wanted to kill people for a living. You suddenly began to feel guilty."

Sam was now standing in Percy's office again, but this time he was watching a conversation between Amanda and Percy.

"I think we should activate his kill chip," Amanda suggested.

"Why is that?"

"He has failed as an agent. He has refused to continue as a cleaner. Now, what are you going to do with him?" Percy sat back in his chair and thought for a moment.

"I can do something with him…"

"Like what?"

"…he can be a guardian." Amanda sighed in disbelief.

"I have these newly made black boxes. I can't have them all in the same place. They need protection. Owen can do it."

"His is unstable Percy-"

"But he can live in an apartment and watch a box. That way, he can live independently and I only have to speak to him sporadically." Amanda sighed again.

"So you were going to kill me, Amanda?"

"Standard protocol. You hadn't proved yourself to me. Percy tended to be a little more lenient."

The scene changed again and this time Owen was strapped down in Amanda's chair.

"I decided that since you couldn't take orders, I was going to make sure that you did so."

"By doing what?"

"I wanted to bring out a more reliable, loyal Owen."

"So, you gave me traits that I didn't have?"

"No, I just made sure that you couldn't access your memories. That way, Division would be all that you know. Then, we would have complete control. Then, we put you on the regimen, which helped you become stronger so that you could protect the box. But the regimen also stabilized your emotions. Kept you calm."

"So you basically gave me depression?" Sam scoffed. "I remember those days. I felt trapped in my little apartment dwelling over everything I had done as a cleaner…and then I met Emily. She changed everything for me…"

"And you put her in danger, because you let her affect your mission."

"I fell in love—"

"First mistake. You disobeyed Percy again after all that time…"

"And I am glad I did."

Owen gasped when he woke up. He looked up at Amanda.

"I am glad that I went against Percy's orders. You couldn't change me. No matter how much you tried. I've always been the same guy, just didn't know who I was, where I came from. When I weaned myself off the regimen I started to feel strange. I started having random flashbacks, dreams. That was my brain trying to piece things back together and all that time I thought you made Owen up. I have always been Owen, you just led me to believe that you were hiding my true identity from me when really Sam was just a fake cover up for a mission…"

"Great job Owen. You've finally figured it all out."

"I'm glad that place is gone. You've destroyed so many people and did some sick things. Made people do horrible things. No wonder why Nikita was so eager to destroy Division, and no wonder why she wants you dead now…"

Amanda frowned at him.

"I have help up my end of the bargain. Now it is your turn. What is she planning?"

Avet returned to holding to once again question Ryan. He saw Ryan and looked over to see that Nikita wasn't in her cell. Instead he saw the guard passed out in his undergarments.

"What the hell—what happened here!"

"She escaped," Ryan said.

"How did—damn it!" he ran over to the phone on the wall and called security. "We have a problem in holding." Avet ran out and Ryan took that chance to use the key Nikita gave to him. He unlocked his cell and then let everyone else out.

"What is going to happen?" asked Sonya.

"I don't know," Ryan said. "But whatever happens, we need to stick together."

"We need to help Nikita get Sam and Alex out safely. Remember what we all talked about before," Michael told everyone.

"We got your back, Mikey," Birkhoff said. They all stood there waiting.

Not longer after a group of security guards and two CIA agents came to holding. They all paused when they saw that everyone was out of their cell. The security guards immediately pulled out their guns and aimed that at the group. Ryan put his hands up.

"Listen we—" he began. He was caught off guard when one of the agents who he had known from before when he worked at the CIA, ran up to him and punched him in the face.

"Damn it Fletcher! Tell us where she is now!" Avet ran up and grabbed the agent by the arm and pulled him away with them help of the other agent.

"Calm down! That's enough!" Avet yelled. He walked up to Ryan as everyone helped him off of the floor. He wiped his lip that was now bleeding and looked at Avet.

"We can take you to her," Ryan said. "She is going to go save President Spencer."

"Spencer is dead!"

"No! She is not! We can do this all day. You want to know where Nikita is going, you are going to have to trust us. We can prove this information.

"How?" Avet asked. Ryan looked back at Birkhoff. Birkhoff stepped forward.

"The tablet I walked in with, yeah I'm going to need that back." Avet stared at them for a long time in disbelief. He looked back at the two agents standing behind him, one of them still looked like he wanted to run up and hit Ryan again. Avet looked back at Ryan.

"Alright…" he said. He looked back at the agent who seemed to have better composure. "Go get the tablet."

"B-but sir—"

"I said go get the tablet now." Without any more argument, the man walked out of the room and went to get the tablet. It was time to settle this once and for all.