Set throughout different times- during the show, or before and after. I had severe writer's block, and nothing I wrote was good enough. So here are snippets of ideas I typed but couldn't make into longer stories.

Nikita and Alex fell asleep together on the couch. The rogue was the first to pass out- her head slumped against the pillow, and her eyes never opening again after a blink. Surprisingly, the young woman held out longer. But once she rested her head on her best friend's shoulder, she was gone. The tablet they had been studying laid forgotten between them. They were completely lost to the world as their exhaustion took over.

Walking past the couch, Sean instantly noticed the two women fast asleep. He never considered waking them. He just moved the tablet off the couch so it wouldn't accidentally break, and he draped a blanket over their shoulders. After all their running and gunning, Nikita and Alex deserved to nap. They should probably get some real sleep as well, yet resting on the couch was a good first step. After all, a horrific nightmare was less likely if they only closed their eyes for a second.

Sean was naïve to actually think that. When he walked past the two women some time later, pained expressions etched across both of their features. Alex mumbled something incomprehensible, and Nikita twitched. Approaching slowly, Sean debated whether or not he should wake them. Maybe the bad dream would pass on its own. Or maybe they weren't having a nightmare at all; they were simply reacting to the awkward position they had fallen asleep in.

Turned out the latter was definitely not true. As Sean moved one step closer to the women, the nightmare reached its peak. Alex screamed, and Nikita jerked. The movement woke Alex, and the sound woke Nikita. Residual fear from their nightmare caused them to react strongly to being woken so abruptly. Snapping violently into awareness, the two tried to jump to their feet to fight all the things that had frightened them. Unfortunately, neither of them got very far. How close they were sitting when they had crashed prevented any springs into action.

Alex's and Nikita's heads slammed together. The smack wasn't that hard; though it was audible. And the shock sent both of them collapsing back on the couch. Sean watched it all unfold almost in slow motion. It was one unfortunate event after the next. Except, once it was all over, he didn't feel sympathy for the women. He laughed. He kept laughing even as they glared.


"I really like him, so please be nice," Alex begged Nikita before they left for dinner. She was bringing her best friend to meet her new boyfriend, and it had to be perfect. Actually, it had to be beyond perfect. She didn't want her family and her love hating one another. They didn't necessarily have to be the best of friends. But they at least had to get along. They were all so important to Alex. She wanted them to feel the same love she did.

"I am nice," Instantly, Nikita defended herself. Sure, she was sarcastic, and abrasive, and tough to get to know. But she could be pleasant and nice to strangers. Especially if those strangers were important to the people she loved. She might get overprotective during dinner, but Alex had nothing to worry about. Nikita would be nice to her best friend's boyfriend.

Michael, however, didn't believe that. Nikita might've been kind, but she wasn't nice. She was going to give Alex's poor boyfriend the third degree all dinner. He hoped Alex found a strong one, because that man didn't stand a chance.

Catching the disbelief on Michael's face irritated Nikita. She wanted to argue against him, yet deep down she knew his reaction was accurate. No one knew her as much as he did, and he definitely knew that she wasn't nice. She'd still try to be, however. She'd also try to prove herself right, "I'm nice!"

"Michael?" Glancing towards her other friend, Alex wondered. Michael nodded. Although he had been an overprotective ass the first time he ate dinner with one of her boyfriends, he'd have her back that dinner. He'd be nice for Nikita, and he'd keep his interrogation to a minimum. If Alex really liked her new boyfriend- really trusted him- then he was a good one.

Also, Michael and Nikita were secret agents. They could just spy on the boyfriend afterwards. Then, they'd really know if he was good for Alex or not.


"Are you sure you want to marry her?" Ryan asked Michael after Nikita stormed out of the room. Her stubbornness had been off the charts recently. Yet during that briefing, she had reached new heights of not listening to anyone. It was her way or nothing else. Alex following her every move didn't help. Nikita's righteous stubbornness just kept growing.

Michael was very much aware of that fact. He was also aware that he'd have to talk to his fiancée about it sooner or later. She wouldn't listen to him, but he could still attempt it. Though, if he were being honest, he didn't think he'd try that hard. Nikita's stubbornness had its endearing moments. She was far more driven and determined than him at times. Also, sometimes Michael had to admit that she was right. Her passion saw her though, "I can't wait to marry her."


"Why does it smell like a hotel pool in here?" Walking into Ops, Owen wondered aloud. He knew he was interrupting important conversations and work by asking the weird question. Yet that was the first thing that hit him once he entered the room. It was so unusual, he had to mention it. He was also pretty sure that if he didn't have his question resolved, he'd never be able to focus on anything else.

"Thank you!" Birkhoff shouted from his station. He had been saying that for hours, but no one would listen to him. Finally, someone else acknowledged how weird the smell in Ops was. Though, on second thought, it was Owen who agreed with him. Maybe Birkhoff had gone insane like the others had said.


"Yeah, but you laugh in your sleep. Talking I can handle. And screaming during a nightmare is standard. But you laugh. That's fucking creepy as hell. What are you, possessed by the devil?" Nikita reamed Alex out. The young woman was already aware of her sleep-talking and screaming. But her sleep-laughing had to be addressed. That couldn't be swept under the rug any longer. The creepiness, which scared Nikita the first time she had heard it, needed to end.

"You kick and thrash around so much in your sleep, you fall out of bed. You're the possessed one always fighting demons," Rolling her eyes (and suppressing a giggle at the over dramatics) Alex fired back. Nikita couldn't get on her for her weird sleeping habits when she couldn't sleep like a normal person either. Her sleep-kicking was a serious problem. If it had caused her to fall out of her bed at the loft once, then there was no telling how Michael felt sleeping so close to her on the tiny thing.

"Yeah, I gotta fight the demons your laughter evokes," Nikita quickly retaliated. As her words hung in the air, however, she and Alex began to giggle. They were light and little sounds at first. The women tried to contain them, preferring to glare instead. But the laughter soon became overwhelming. Alex and Nikita laughed uproariously. Whatever they were attempting to fight about instantly disappeared. They just shared smiles and laughter.

"Do you ever think you need a break from one another?" Glancing between the two best friends, Sonya judged. She never figured out why they had started fighting. And she couldn't figure out why they had dissolved into laughter then. Nikita and Alex just cracked. They had spent so much time together, they went insane.

Sonya eventually did too after lunch with the pair. Laughter came easily with the friends.