Subject:  The Way It Ought To Be Part 5 / 5 |
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Date Posted: 20:14:23 03/14/01 Wed
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's message, "The Way It Ought To Be Part 1 / ?" on 19:09:36 03/13/01 Tue
Chapter 5 (Where Nikita and Michael make a new home)
Note: Prior to committing this story to paper, I chose the Himalayas and Tibet as a joke, because I thought it might be preferable to have Michael and Nikita end up together as yak farmers, mostly for a laugh, but also for the HR twist on things. This has turned into a bit more of an HR story and quite a bit less of the completely frivolous romp that I had intended. Oh well. One has to go where the spirit moves them, or so they say.
Who are they? And why won't they shut the hell up?
But I digress.
After doing a bit of research on Tibet, the idyllic life of a happy yak farmer just doesn't appear to be in the long term cards for our couple. I have something better for them to do with their downtime.
Yes, the BlakYaks are real. Or at least the website I found on them says they are. :)
Nikita stoked the fire in the iron pot-bellied stove. She looked around the small cabin, not unlike Michael's Austrian hideout, and smiled. Michael had indeed begun to reveal more of the man behind the operative every day they spent here. Her heart had not proved false in choosing him over Section.
In choosing Tibet, Michael might just have found the one place in the world where they could be safe. Who would look for them in these mountain ranges? Nikita was not implanted with a tracker after her return to Section, due to her increase in status. Michael's implant had not been replaced prior to his 'death' because of the circumstances. Section and Center were likely combing the seas, looking for a yacht containing the two of them, an impossible and thoroughly useless search.
A series of low grunting sounds turned Nikita's attention to the window. Watching Michael feed their new 'pet' was an experience in contradictions. It was incredible to watch the man she had seen kill a thousand terrorists lovingly care for this shaggy huge beast. Twelve hundred pounds of muscle, fat and hair currently occupied the small fenced-in area behind their cabin.
Jack, as she had lovingly named their pet yak, had been peacefully grazing near a cliffside when he had been set upon by a group of BlakYaks. While it was against the religion of the Tibetan people to kill yaks for their flesh, they were not prohibited from consuming an animal that had died by other means. The BlakYaks were known for chasing yaks off of cliffs to expedite their availability for the dinner table. She and Michael had staved off the attack and managed to coax Jack with them up the trail to their cabin. The BlakYaks were sent to the fate they had planned for poor Jack.
Nikita was content to enjoy every moment of her time with Michael. Section was never out of her thoughts for long and she was still not ready to believe that they would never be found. Only time would tell whether their new life together would last a day, a week or fifty years. She was ready to face anything rather than lose Michael again.
The first night they spent in the cabin, Nikita and Michael made several solemn vows to each other. The first was that they would never again lie to each other, no matter what the reason. The second was that they would both die if Section found and tried to separate them. Never again would they allow Section to force them into choosing life without each other. Their hearts and souls were healing from their mutual daily confessions of past forced betrayals and manipulations. Many tears were shed only to be kissed away in forgiveness and passion.
Nikita did miss Walter terribly, but consoled herself with the thought that he would be happiest knowing she was safe. However, she also missed the feeling that she got when Section made a difference that resulted in the saving of innocent lives.
The door creaked as Michael returned from his livestock duties. His hair had grown even longer during their time in the mountains and was rivaling Nikita's pre-Section hairdo. Nikita didn't mind the "mountain man" hairstyle. It suited the new Michael in a way. She knew that her penchant for redecoration might one day compel her to find a good pair of scissors to remedy the situation, but was managing to hold that urge at bay.
She stopped smiling when she saw Michael's face. The blank Operative mask was firmly in place. Through the window, she saw that Jack's pen was empty. Michael had set him free.
"We have to leave."
Nikita was alarmed. "Why Michael?"
"The Chinese are planning to take over the village in the next few days. They want to take over this area and use it for raising food to be sent back to China. All yaks will be taken and raised for sale on the Chinese meat market. The villagers will be displaced from their homes by Chinese nationals. Any who resist will be sent to prison."
Nikita the operative raised her head.
"Michael, we can't just leave these people. They've done nothing wrong. They shouldn't have to leave their land or their livestock. Jack shouldn't be made into a stew."
"We won't succeed."
"We could make a difference. We can stop this, maybe not forever, but maybe just enough to get some attention focused here. Then we can move on."
And so, the decision was made. Michael and Nikita began their own secret movement to free Tibet and save its people and its yaks.
History will tell whether or not they ultimately succeeded.
The end.
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