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Date Posted: Saturday, August 31, 07:23:06pm
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's message, "The Outside Operative 19+" on Saturday, August 03, 05:05:34pm
Nikita shifted her head as she opened her eyes as the bedrail snapped down. She blinked her eyes to focus on Michael. “What are you doing?”
“Move over,” Michael nudged Nikita as he eased the blankets off of her. Nikita shook her head. “What?”
“I’m tired of dozing on the chair…”
“But you left… to rest… Birkoff told me that,” Nikita stated as she still didn’t move. Michael dropped the sheet and sighed. “I was supposed to… but I didn’t.”
Nikita’s face drew tight. “Oh? So what did you do?”
“I went and saw the house… the farmhouse.”
Nikita was confused. “Farmhouse?”
“You wouldn’t know about it, Kita,” Michael spoke as he could see that she was afraid that she had forgotten something that she should have remembered. “I just officially purchased it… and I had to get some orders in place for it to be ready.”
Nikita groaned as she frowned. Michael kissed that wrinkle between her eyes on her forehead. “So you can get out of here.”
There was light in her face and Michael nodded his head. “I bought you a house.”
“A farmhouse.”
“Yep,” Michael nodded his head as he nudged at Nikita, this time, she started to move. He knew not to rush her or that it would frustrate her. So he waited. “It doesn’t have any picket fences… and hopefully all of the animals that think that they are going to be our pets will be gone shortly… but no pets, yet.”
Nikita stopped moving. “Pets that aren’t pets?”
“There is a family of raccoons living underneath the porch… they’ll be relocated, humanely,” Michael explained as he shrugged his shoulders. “So… you are tired… and I’m tired… why shouldn’t we sleep together. We both sleep better when we are together.”
Nikita moved enough over that Michael was able to slip in, although he kept his clothes on, his boots had already been removed. He turned and pulled the bedrail back up and moved himself up against Nikita, but he didn’t pull her too close to him, not sure if this would overwhelm her.
Nikita could feel him beside her and she turned her head and placed it on Michael’s shoulder. She could only think one thing.
Home.
“It was good to see Birkoff,” Nikita spoke and Michael moved an arm around Nikita, knowing that this was the right thing to do. It had always been easy for them like this.
His bare arm eased around her shoulder as Michael nuzzled her neck. Nikita giggled as she wiggled against him. “We just showered, Michael.”
“I never tire of you,” Michael whispered and Nikita sighed as she leaned her head down onto him, a sign that she was tired. They had been very busy since he arrived at the hotel about six hours ago and it had been a hectic couple weeks that Michael noticed hints of Nikita being involved in his mission, but not outright seeing her. That meant that she was pulling double-duty, probably still somehow being a nurse while not running interference on a mission that threatened to go bad.
Nikita sighed. “Have you ever thought about when you succeed and we can just be together?”
“You mean when we succeed,” Michael corrected Nikita because he was only able to do this because of her. “Have you been talking to Adrian again?”
“Not at all. I stopped trusting her timelines,” Nikita quickly replied as she squirmed. “She really thought the last time that Operations was behaving oddly that it would be over… if I had truly believed her, I would have been sorely upset at this moment in time.”
Michael waited as Nikita took his hand and lifted it up in the air and kissed it. “I don’t want to talk about now… or how we get there… Can we talk about what we hope that it will be like? Like, where we will live? Where will we make a home… and who we might be… .and what we may be…”
“I thought you’d still be a nurse,” Michael spoke although he knew in his heart that it wasn’t what Nikita would be. She trained to be a nurse out of duty and position, not because that’s what she wanted to be.
“What if we are young enough… and I could be a mother?” Nikita whispered as she squeezed Michael’s hand and stared at it, but didn’t look at him as Michael turned his head to look at her face.
“You will be young enough.”
“You hope,” Nikita’s voice cracked. She closed her eyes and cleared her throat. “Let’s not think about that… what do you think our house will be like?”
“You are thinking it will be a house?”
“The most security,” Nikita answered quickly as she rolled her shoulders back into the bed. “Apartments are too much sharing… a penthouse is not enough options for egress and too many close by… we won’t have a house in the city… maybe the suburbs… because you know that I would want people around… if like Walter makes it out… and Birkoff… and maybe Davenport, although I don’t know him that well.”
“I was thinking we would be somewhere… that has all four seasons… and if we wanted to get away to really nice weather, we would just go,” Michael picked up as he didn’t want to think about the details of who would be their friends when they got done with Section One, just in case something didn’t go as planned. “But I never really thought about the location of the house… and yes, I always thought of a house, Kita.”
He felt her smile. “Nothing like where Adrian stays… god, I think the one place actually had a moat.”
Michael chuckled as he did take a moment to kiss Nikita’s head while he moved his other arm to rub his fingers up and down her arm. “No moats.”
“Good,” Nikita sighed gently. “Because… I don’t think it can be a big place… I’m not much of a housekeeper.”
Michael grinned as he thought about it. “I found that out when you got your apartment… and I would never expect you to keep the house up by yourself.”
“But it’s the woman’s job.”
“I would absolutely share in the responsibility,” Michael thought about how neat it would be to just vacuum with Nikita. He could see him turning on some music and dancing with her and probably not doing that good of a job vacuuming.
It was clear that Nikita was starting to drift off and Michael could feel sleep not far off, but she shifted and rolled into him. “But you will have to do most of the cooking.”
“I’ll teach you.”
“No,” Nikita shook her head as her eyes closed. “You are done being my trainer.”
Nikita shifted and cleared her throat. “It’s hard to fall asleep sometimes.”
“Why?” Michael whispered as he had hoped that this would help Nikita talk to him.
“I’m afraid… of how I will forget things when I wake up… and I wonder if I will forget them forever… and if I will forget whole people… and I know that there have been times… that I have done that…”
“And you have remembered them sooner each time, Kita.”
Nikita turned and wished that she had the strength to prop herself up to look into Michael’s eyes. But she frowned as she looked at his chest. “It doesn’t make it easier to sleep… and sometimes, when I wake… I have a sense that I need to be scared of something…”
“We are all here for you.”
Nikita sighed. “But I’m not going to get better.”
“Yes you are,” Michael sighed. “You already are getting stronger.”
“My memory… the doctor was telling those interns that my life is always going to be a guessing game… that the damage won’t just repair itself… that every time I wake… I can be at some other point in my life with memories.”
Michael jerked and rolled to look down at Nikita. “Dr. Carle didn’t say that.”
“Not her,” Nikita commented and Michael frowned. “That’s the only doctor we listen to…. The other doctors aren’t even supposed to be on your case.”
“They couldn’t find Dr. Carle… and I was having really bad leg cramps… my leg felt like it was twisting in a pretzel… and he was on rounds… and so the interns had to come… they didn’t know why I had all this space.. You bought a wing of the hospital?”
“You aren’t to listen to those other doctors, Kita,” Michael firmly said. “They were wrong about you. All of them… they said that you wouldn’t wake up, Kita… so they are nothing to you… and they shouldn’t have been talking about you… at all.”
“He helped with my leg,” Nikita whispered gently as she gazed up at Michael. “And I don’t want to live in a fantasy… if it is possible…”
“You are going to get past this,” Michael declared firmly. “I know it.”
Michael kissed Nikita’s forehead and settled back down by her side, as Nikita needed to sleep. But he was upset and knew that it would be sometime before he got to sleep. His mind was already making the plans on taking action about the doctor who clearly had upset Nikita. It was unacceptable and he was going to deal with this issue.
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