This is sadly the last chapter for this story. but I hope its what a lot of you wanted. Thank you to everyone who reviewed for what should happen. Don't know if it will do an alternate ending or epilogue or something. Love you all and thank you all!

Tears travelled from her eyes down her cheek. Her hand reached out and pressed a button. There was no hesitation to which one she pressed. Her heart spoke out and knew what it wanted for the first time in a long time. She closed her eyes hoping that she would just wake up and have the man she loved have his arms around her. Yet she never did. She remained in the tortured life she had. She suffered so much and now she had to watch one of the men she loved died, all because of her.

She looked down at her hand on the button. She had no clue to which one she pressed as her hand covered up the name. Nikita slowly moved her hand away from the button. Her eyes widened as she saw the name. Deep down she knew she had chosen the man she loved. She whispered the name, "…Michael…"

She looked up to see Michael's chamber drain the water. He gasped for air as the water level lowered below is neck. A relief surrounded him. She was still in panic mode as Owen was seconds away from losing consciousness. She rushed over to the glass between them and punched it with all the remaining hope she had. She heard her knuckled crack and break as she punched harder and harder each time. She knew she could take the pain, but not the pain of losing him. Nikita didn't love him but she couldn't let him die. She had feelings for him but they weren't as strong as Michaels. The fact that he might be the father only made her punch harder.

"Owen hold on!" a crack was heard from a punch, "I'm coming."

The chains holding Michael unlocked as the water was gone. He was free but didn't move. He was exhausted and light headed from the loss of air in his blood. He shook it off though. He got up the best he could leaning on the wall as he walked. Each step felt like a brick was tied to his ankle but he needed to keep going. He needed to hold Nikita, to hold her and tell her he loved her. She had chosen him even after everything he had done. She still loved him.

He left the room and was surprised to see Nikita's fists flowing blood and yet she never stopped punching. Michael could see tears drop down her cheeks and hit the floor. It hurt him to see her in so much pain. And he knew it was his fault. If he didn't push her away before then she wouldn't have run to Owen. She wouldn't have to feel all that pain.

"Please break! Please!"

Michael took his hand of the wall and stumbled to walk over to her.

"Break!" she threw another punch as hard as she could, practically breaking her whole hand. She looked at the glass as only a scratch was on it. There were no cracks at all. She didn't know what else to do.

She looked up to see Owen about to black out from holding his breath. Her eyes said sorry as she looked at him crying. His eyes were fading as his last seconds were depleting. He looked at her. He wanted her to be the last thing he ever saw, the one that brought him happiness and forget about his past.

Nikita watched as she could do nothing. She placed her hand to her mouth and let out all her feelings, all the pain she kept bottled up. Owen opened his mouth and mouthed the words "I Love You."

Air bubbles floated up as he was losing his hold on life. That was when it happened. He was gone. Michael placed his hand on her shoulder. She turned and cried into his shirt. She clenched the fabric as the pain was eating at her. He wasn't mad that she cared that much. He placed his hand on her head and held her tight. "He's gone," she cried harder, "It's all my fault."

He kissed her head and placed his chin on her. Suddenly Amanda appeared on the screen. "That was fun," she smiled.

"Amanda you &#! %. You mother%$# *& son of a %$# . I wear I will put a bullet between your eyes," she let go of Michael as the pain was replaced with anger.

"Aww but the fun isn't over," she brought out the envelope, "Drum roll please. And the father is.., that's interesting. The father is Owen," she showed the paper as proof.

Nikita's eyes widened in shock. "That's right," Amanda was trying to hold herself from laughing, "you killed the father of your own child. Now you must live with this the rest of your life."

That was when she saw it. Amanda saw the beast from within Nikita. The thing that she was trying to keep hidden for so long was breaking through. "I swear you better run! If I catch you, you are going to wish you were dead instead of Owen," she picked up the metal pole on the floor and through it at the screen.

Sparks flew as the electroshock touched the rust. Michael put his hand on her telling her that he was there. She hugged him, holding him tighter than ever. "Please don't let her get you. I don't know what I would do if I lost you to."

"You'll never lose me," he kissed her and smiled.

9 Months Later.

"Congratulations it's a boy!" Nikita was handed her son for the very first time.

He was beautiful with Nikita's eyes and Owen's blond hair. She smiled at him as the precious child slept. He was perfectly healthy. Nikita never had a kid before and was more afraid than ever, but the fear was gone once she looked at the innocence in her son.

Michael walked in minutes later. He saw Nikita holding the boy with a smile that he hadn't seen in the whole time she was pregnant. He sat on the edge of the bed looking at the young child. "What's his name?" he placed his hand on the small, fragile head. He couldn't believe there was another addition to their crazy family. He knew it wasn't his kid, but he would treat it like it was. He would never let Nikita take on everything on her own.

The smile on her face got wider, "His name is Owen."

The baby hugged his mother's finger as he slept in her arms. The world seemed at peace for once in a long time, as if this was the beginning to a whole new story.

And it was Amanda was still out there, and Nikita knew that. She would protect him with her life.

Hoped you liked the story. So sorry this chapter took so long. I kept switching back and forth on how it should end. Thank you all for who reviewed throughout and private messaged me. And special thanks to Nikitalover, fenix-women, and everyone else! Love you all.