| Subject: Chapter 38 part 3 |
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Date Posted: 06:28:17 04/06/01 Fri
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's message, "Things My Mother Taught Me" on 09:29:32 04/03/01 Tue
Ian and Elena left, and Michael placed John in his plastic crib next to Sara's bed. He leaned over Nikita, brushed her hair out of her eyes, and kissed her. "How do you feel?"
"Thirsty. How was the transplant?"
"Andy is very positive. He came by when you were asleep."
Michael handed her a cup of water with a straw in it and sat down while she greedily drank. When she was finished, she handed the empty cup to him and asked, "Where's Milla?"
"I sent her home with Sam when you came out of surgery and it was clear that everything was going to be all right. Sam wanted to work on her hand -- it's infected, apparently. She was very tired. Apparently sleeping in Pompeii isn't as romantic as it sounds."
"To me it sounds a lot like camping. That's where she was?"
"Yes." He laced his fingers through hers. "Are you tired?"
"A little. I don't hurt as much as I thought I would."
His lips twitched. "Perhaps it's relative."
"Well, it certainly is better than those attacks. When will they stop?"
"Andy thinks you'll have a few more, but as the new nerves grow and become stronger, they'll replace the damaged ones. Eventually, you'll be pain-free."
"Sounds good to me."
"Me, too." He hesitated, then said, "You heard my conversation with Elena."
"Yes."
She didn't elaborate, and finally Michael said, "So, what do you think?"
Nikita considered. "I think she's right."
"About ...?"
"You have done a good job with Milla. And maybe ... it is time to make an honest woman of me."
Michael's eyes narrowed. "Every year I ask you to marry me. Every year you turn me down."
"I've changed my mind," Nikita explained.
"I see." Michael nodded, then said, "I'm going to forget this conversation ever happened. Clearly, you've still got some of those drugs in your system."
"I'm sober," Nikita grumbled.
"You want to get married." He raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"Yes! Whenever you want. I'm ready."
"Why the change of heart?"
"My heart's never changed," Nikita argued. "Until now, I just never thought it was important."
"What's different now?"
"Elena's married. Sara's married. Why can't I be?"
"I can't think of a single reason," Michael said honestly. "I'll marry you right now if you like."
"You would?"
"Absolutely."
She smiled at him, then yawned. "That seems like it would take a lot of energy. Maybe, instead of getting married right now, you could just climb in here and we could go to sleep."
"I don't think they'd approve of that in this hospital," Michael said, smiling slightly.
"Come on, Michael. We used to do it in Med Lab. Remember?"
"That was different."
"Because you had to be sneaky? I always loved it that you were willing to risk so much just so I could go to sleep without worrying they were going to do something experimental on me. Come on in. Please? You won't hurt me."
"Nikita ..."
"Please?"
Michael sighed, kicked off his shoes and took off his belt. He'd discarded his jacket long ago. "Can you slide over some?"
Nikita moved over a few inches, and Michael gingerly moved her over until he could stretch out beside her. She smelled of fear and sweat and blood from her surgery and Michael pulled her hair off her neck and kissed her above her bandage. "I'm so tired," Nikita sighed.
"You've had a long day."
"Not just today," Nikita said, yawning. "This living in sin takes a lot out of a girl."
Michael smiled, then said, "Something puzzles me, though."
"Mmmm ...."
"Elena thought I was going to take her away from Ian. Why would I do that?"
"She was afraid," Nikita murmured. "When you were married to her, you were a different person."
"People were afraid of me?"
"Well, I wasn't. But you took what you wanted, Michael. And you've always been possessive."
"I'm possessive?"
"Yes." Nikita brought his hand up to her mouth, kissed his fingers, and tucked them underneath her chin.
"Being possessive ... is that a bad thing?" Michael asked.
"Depends on what you're possessive about."
"Do you think I'm possessive with you?"
Nikita chuckled. "Michael. You tracked me down to Italy 20 years ago, you moved in and you haven't left. Every year, you ask me to marry you and when I say no, you try to change my mind by making love to me until I can't breathe. Yes, you're possessive. Lucky for you, I don't mind."
"Do you still want to get married?" he asked.
"Will you still make love to me until I can't breathe?"
"Yes."
"And can I do that thing we talked about earlier? In the waiting room?"
"Absolutely. Whenever you want."
"Okay, then."
Nikita yawned again and relaxed back against him. Michael kissed her cheek and felt her fall asleep in his arms. "I am lucky," he decided, whispering so he wouldn't wake Nikita or Sara.
"Mmmmm," Nikita agreed sleepily.
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That's all until Monday or Tuesday! I have to run out of town and also, I have no more new chapters written. Thanks for sticking with me, even if it has gotten awfully schmaltzy towards the end. Kate
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