Sry it took me so long but here is the next chapter. For future reference, (and I don't know if this affects anything or not, and if it does I'm very sorry for the confusion), but Sean is still known to be alive. Soo… yeah… that's it for now enjoy this chapter cuz apparently I will write 2 more for everything to fit together like I want it to.

My Haley

From the moment I held you in my arms, I loved you. No matter what you did I was and will always be proud of you. You have been strong you whole life, I wish I could hear what you have done in your life. The stories I'm sure would be endless.

I will never stop being proud of you, and I can't imagine what you have been through all these years. All I can say is I'm sorry. I can't explain where I've been or how I'm alive but I hope you live the life that you have dreamt of for so long.

You know I have never been able to give you bad news, but for now I must. If you have received this letter than I'm no longer alive. I don't know if this will affect you since you had no idea I was alive before, but never forget I will be watching over you.

Love you,

Daddy

Her heart stopped as she finished the letter. Nikita gripped the sides of the paper, crumpling them in her hands.

"Nikita you okay?" The look in the woman's eyes brought worry to Alex.

"…He didn't even mention me," she froze, " It wasn't that I expected him to write a story about our lives together, but not even a thought about me." She looked at Alex, "Did I mess up that badly?"

"…Nikita," Alex stopped speaking and grabbed her side in agony as she could feel the pain killers wearing off. She stood up, in disbelief of the letter; it was time for her to take her medication for her wounds if she didn't want them to open up. She walked over to the kitchen grabbing the small pill container. Her mind ran wild with the thought of the letter. She couldn't believe he didn't mention his love, after everything they had been through.

But for some reason an entirely different thing bothered her. If Michael had Elizabeth would they really be safe. With everything that had happened in their lives could they ever just live a normal life in one spot? Just because Michael is alive, will she leave everything she has ever known and loved for him.

The true question in Alex's head was could she really do that to Sean?...

Alex looked over as she saw a doctor exit the operating room. She rushed over to Nikita, but before she got half way there she stopped. The way the doctor shook his head and placed his hand on the woman's shoulder made Alex stop dead cold in her tracks.

She watched as Nikita covered her mouth with her hand as her once beautiful brown eye's turned to dark clouds letting their rain fall.

Alex couldn't believe what was going on. She saw Nikita race into the room. Alex rushed, following her.

The door slammed open as Alex entered. What she saw began to haunt her. Michael had bloody bandages all around him with a stitched up cut going up his whole chest. The pale body laid there motionless. Nikita stood there like a statue.

Alex suddenly looked over as she saw his heart monitor beeping. A force of relief left her mouth giving her heart a small sense of peace.

But that feeling quickly vanished as she realized that if he was alive than what was the bad news.

"Nikita?" she silently whispered, trying not to shock the woman, "What's going on?" There was no response. "Nikita?"

Nikita's heart was silent but she could hear it breaking. She couldn't seem to wrap her head around it. The world felt like it was on fast forward as she remained motionless, standing there like a rooted tree. How could this happen? She finally got herself to speak,"…He might never wake up."

Alex's eyes widened and her heart stopped. "Nikita…" she walked over to her but was called off.

"Can you just leave me alone with him," Nikita's eyes never left Michael's barren face, "…please."

Alex knew Nikita needed someone, but pushing her way in wasn't going to help anyone. She accepted her wishes and left, leaving Nikita to be with the man she might never speak to again.

Nikita walked over and sat on the depressing chair next to his bed. The room seemed colder than usual. She had never felt so alone. Even during the years of being by herself, she never felt so far from him.

Nikita softly grabbed his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. Her eyes became glossy and bloodshot as his hand felt so cold. The way his fingers didn't close hers made a lump appear in her throat. Her chin trembled.

All she could do was feel helpless as his heart monitor reminded her every second that there it was her fault he was laying there. It was her fault that he might not wake up. If she had told him sooner, when everybody's past wasn't rising up, she might have been able to convince him to wait. They could have had more time to prepare.

There was nothing on earth that she regretted more than every single argument they ever had. Michael's hate for Nikita might be the last thing he ever felt about her. She swallowed her tears at the thought. Nikita wished she could just take all the fighting away, that the whole time they had been together was filled with nothing but happiness.

She looked at his cold pale body. It reminded her of the time she thought he died for good. The time that he chose her over himself, not caring if he was killed. The more she thought about the more guilt she felt.

Nikita clenched his hand tighter she wasn't going to leave his side.

Some Time Later

Exhaustion was setting in from the thirty-six hours she had been there. She could feel her eyes beg to be shut. The way her stomach ached as if it was eating itself made it yell out in hunger. Each time she felt herself begin to nod off she thought she heard him call her name, but each time was just a lie from her soul.

"Nikita," a shy voice came out from behind her.

She didn't bother to lift her head from his chest. His heart beat was the only thing keeping her strong. Her head felt like an anchor, there was no way she way going to move.

"You need to eat….get some fresh air," Alex walked over to her placing a hand on Nikita's back.

It pained Alex to see the strongest person she knew so broken inside. The way Nikita laid there waiting for him to wake up made her feel useless.

"Please Nikita," Alex could see the fatigue on Nikita's face, "Waiting here is only going to hurt you. Please get some air. Do it for Michael."

"I'm not leaving him," Nikita whispered with little energy, "… I can't."

"Michael wouldn't want you to starve yourself for him," Alex tried to persuade her, "You know he would want the best for you."

"How could I leave knowing that he hates me," tears stained Michael's chest.

"I can't believe you," Alex voice turned serious as she walked up to Nikita, "Do you really think that he hates you? You guys have always been there for each other and you're acting like none of that even matters."

Alex crouched next to Nikita, becoming her eye level. "I know it hurts, I can't imagine what your feeling exactly, but when he wakes up, and I know he will, he will have nothing in his heart but love for you."

Alex waited for Nikita to look at her, but all she saw was the broken woman remain cold.

She shook her head as she felt the force of giving up. "Nikita,"

"Hey can I talk to you guys?" Birkoff's voice came from the door way behind them.

Both he and Alex looked at Nikita waiting for her to get up, but still nothing.

"It's about the letter," Birkoff voice rang nothing but sympathy.

Slowly Nikita rose. If anything she owed Michael enough to give his daughter the letter. "I'll be right there," Nikita needed to see him one last time before she left to tell Haley.

They did as she requested and left her alone.

How could I let this happen? Michael I am so sorry…

She slowly stood up leaning in for what she felt symbolized everything. She closed her eyes as she placed a soft kiss on his unresponsive lips.

With one quick glance she looked at him. Giving her mind an imprint of the man she loved.

Nikita slowly walked to the door with a dead heart.

"Nikita…" she heard through the breaths of the ventilator forced down Michael's throat.

Her heart paused at the sound. She slowly turned around, hoping she wasn't just hearing things, that it was really him. His Grayish green eyes were barely open. She raced over to him. "Michael!" she had no hesitation. The moment she reached him their lips touched. She could feel his soft warm lips press against hers.

Suddenly she felt him move away. She sensed that all the hate in his heart wasn't gone.

"I want to see her," Michael looked into Nikita's eyes, begging, "I want to see my daughter."

Nikita brushed his hair back, feeling each hair through her fingers. "You need to rest," a rejoicing smile crossed her face as she was finally able to see Michael's green eyes.

Michael grabbed her hand pleading. "Nikita please," his heart felt like it was going to explode.

Nikita saw the pain in his eyes. Not the torture from his surgery, but the long pain that came from not seeing his only daughter for so long. The way he looked at her made their reunion short.

Nikita delicately kissed his forehead, savoring his touch. She could see the venom of her secret still haunted his veins, yet she had never been so grateful in her life. The smell of his hair gave breath into her lungs. Nothing could ever be wipe off the smile on her face after the sight of his. "I'll go get some plane tickets," she spoke.