Disclaimer: As usual, I own nothing. Which really sucks for me.
A/N: Hey guys. Again, thank you so much for the lovely reviews!
So, as you might have realized it, this story is coming to an end. I might make the final chapter out of this week's "Power", but if it doesn't give me Mikita scenes to work with, I'll make one of my own.
I wanna thank all of you who read this story and stick with me during de whole time (and through all my writer's block ). I would never have made through 14 chapters if it wasn't for all your support.
THANK YOU SO MUCH!
Ohh, the grammar/coherence mistakes, the drill remains the same :)
Enjoy!
Nikita always thought the best perk about having a billionaire as a best friend was; apart from the millions worth of clothing she was allowed to buy; he had a private jet.
They could leave at any time they wanted, no waiting in line, no small hallways, no bad seats. They didn't have to endure people disturbing their peace; there was no kids crying or yelling, nobody sneezing, snoring or talking.
It was amazing.
But as she watched Michael sitting there hiding his face on his hands, it didn't feel so amazing. She wished there was something; a noise, anything; to distract them both. But there wasn't.
The silent sound of the engine or the wind flying through the aircraft were not enough to brake the melancholic air that had settled upon them since they left.
Michael's mind was wondering in between the happy memories he'd had with his son; playing soccer with him on the park, helping him with his homework, playing puzzles or putting him to bed; all the trivialities like going to a grocery store or trying to make him eat his broccoli. He remembered that at that occasion he'd thought Nikita would be the best person to convince Max to eat his veggies.
But now all of that was gone and his mind was filled with the disappointed look on his son's eyes.
He'd failed his kid again. He'd failed Hailey and now he'd failed Max. And that thought only made an excruciating pain curse through his body.
He felt so worthless and powerless and those feeling were eating him up inside. Nikita rubs his arm comfortingly.
He let out a painful sigh, and looks down when he whispers to her.
"It's not fair" he voice breaks at the last word "To any of us"
Nikita, sitting by his side, felt her eyes swelling with tears at the sadness in his voice.
"I know" she agrees "I'm so sorry Michael"
He gives her a thankful look and closes his eyes in frustration. He rests against his seat, utterly spent.
Nikita kept watching him, wondering if he's going to say anything else. When he didn't, she kissed his forehead gently and walked away to check the plane's control panel.
Michael watched her disappear into the pilot's cabin. He knew she was just trying to give him some space, leaving him alone and not forcing him to talk to her unless he wished; which he appreciated. But as he watched her leave he desperately missed her.
Yes, he knew they were in a confined space and she couldn't go any farther than that, but though he didn't actually felt like talking, he wanted her near him. He never wanted to let her go again.
He closed his eyes again, not knowing exactly what he was feeling. His mind was spinning; at the same time he knew he'd done the right thing for Max, it felt insanely wrong. At the same time he wanted to be with him, he couldn't fathom being away from Nikita anymore.
He then felt her presence, and though he didn't knew exactly where she was, he knew she was there, and that alone pacified his heart.
Michael finally looked up, spotting her a few feet away from him in the corridor. He reached his hand out to her, his eyes silently pleading for her affection. She crossed the small distance between them and held his hand as she sat by his side.
He stared at her and she felt her heart ache at the sight of the unshed tears gleaming in his hazel eyes. Nikita gently stroked his cheek and he closed his eyes as he leaned into her touch, eager for the reassuring contact only she could provide him.
Nikita kissed his hair and Michael sighed.
She knew he was in pain. She knew how hard it was for him, having to leave his son and not having any kind of contact with him. At least not until they were done with Division; and only God knows how long that could take.
She didn't try to reassure him, though. She refrained from telling him everything was going to be okay, because she knows he will never be actually okay with walking out of Max's life.
However she does try to soothe him.
Nikita lets him hold her hand and squeeze it as many times as he want. She rubs circles on the back of his hand, trying to get his tension off. She runs her hand through his hair, knowing he loved when she did that, even if he never voiced his preference.
But for half of the time they spend on the plane, they don't talk much. It's a silent, yet comforting sort of thing. It doesn't really bother her, but deep down she just wishes he'd say something.
It's only when she wakes up a few hours later, to find him staring intently at her, that she asks him the same thing he had asked her months ago in Belarus, when all of this first started.
"Talk to me, Michael" she whispers.
He looks deeply into her eyes and sighs again.
"I wonder if he will ever forgive me" he admits, his voice trembling.
"He will. I know he will" she guarantees him "He knows you love him very much. He'll understand that wherever it is you did, you only did it because you love him."
"How can you be so sure?" he questions.
She smiles at him
"Because, he's an amazing boy" she states simply "He's smart, he's sweet and caring" she looks up at him "Just like his father"
Michael's lips twitch up in a hint of a smile and she brushes her hand gently on his face and up to his hair.
"He'll understand, Michael" she states with a smile "Besides, when we are over with this fight against Division, you can go look for him"
"If we can finish this fight" he sighed again "If we can't, I'll never see him again".
Nikita felt her throat tighten with tears. Seeing him so unhappy made a pang of guilt shot through her.
She wondered if he regretted his choice, if he wished he'd gone with Cassandra and Max instead of her.
She wondered if she was worth all the pain he was going through, if maybe it wouldn't have been better if he'd stayed with his son.
The thought brought back all the pain and agony she'd been suppressing for the past few weeks, and one single tear slipped down her face.
Noticing the shades of painful emotions crossing her beautiful features, Michael just knew what was going on inside her head.
"Don't" he said gently, wiping her tears away.
Nikita swallowed back a few tears that threatened to fall.
"What?" she questioned, her voice not as calm as she'd hoped.
For the first time in days, he chuckled. Michael knew her well enough to know what she was thinking.
He knew his loving, caring girl would think that, because that's just who she was, it was a part of Nikita.
"That thought you're having" he clarified "Don't. I don't regret the choice I made" he said.
"But Max is your son" she whispered.
"Yes he is. But as much as I love him, I can be away from him. I have to" he sighed "I don't want to, but I can manage that" he looked into her eyes "But there's no way I can stay away from you"
New tears formed in her eyes "Michael…"
"How could you not know that yet?" he exhaled a humorless laugh "Nikita, I love you. I need you. Every time I was with Max, I was happy to be with him, but I was never 100% happy…because you weren't there. And I can't be happy without you. I just can't."
He rested his forehead against hers.
"Do you understand me, Nikita?" he asked with a whisper "I love you"
"I love you too" she whispered back, her lips only inches away from his. She marveled at how easily they could kiss if they wished.
Again, as if reading her mind, Michael closed the small distance between them and captured her lips in his, gently parting them open, allowing his tongue to slide against hers.
Nikita felt her body melting into his as their kiss turned from tender and gentle to passionate and desperate, sending a rush of sensations through her body. They've been apart for so long that the feeling of his soft lips against hers sent jolts of electricity through her body.
In the limited space of their seats, Michael pulled her flush against him, desperate for the feel of her body against his, for the scent of her hair and the touch of her soft skin against his fingertips.
"God, I've missed you" he whispered against her lips
"I missed you too" she said before attacking his mouth again.
She felt his hands slipping under her thin cotton shirt and bit back a moan when his hand roamed over her breasts, still concealed by her black lacy bra.
Though still lost in a haze of lust, Nikita managed to come to her senses and broke the kiss, getting a groan of dissatisfaction from Michael.
"Not here" she whispered in his ear "Not like this"
After so long apart, they deserved something more romantic then Birkhoff's private jet.
"You're right" He smiled into her neck, though a little frustrated.
Nikita moved away from him a little, creating some space between them. She looked into his eyes, searching for some indication of what he was feeling.
Noticing her intent gaze on him, he frowns.
"What is it?" he questions, stroking her cheek.
"Are you okay?" she asks with concern.
He tightens his hold on her waist and gives her a sad smile "I will be"
She runs her hand through his hair gently "Yes, you will" she agrees "And when this is finally over and our lives get more stable, you'll get your son back. And you'll make up all the lost time. Like playing soccer, or going to the beach"
He smiled at her.
"Yeah, you're right" he kissed her softly on the lips "And you'll be there with us" Nikita nodded and rested her head on his shoulder "You…" Michael said, a small smile forming on his lips "And maybe a little girl who looks exactly like you"
She smiled into his neck "Yeah, but with your eyes"
A/N: Any particular thing you'd like to see on the last chapter?
Tell me your thoughts :)
Thank you so much for reading and reviewing.
~Rose.