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Date Posted: Thursday, January 30, 07:13:24pm
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's message, "Outside Operative 38+" on Thursday, January 30, 07:11:45pm
Lope felt like she was in another world as she stumbled into the kitchen after a discussion in the room that she called the library. It was very late now and Michael indicated that she was more than welcome to take up any of the numerous guest rooms that he had offered her to stay in while she worked with Nikita. But this time it was because she was processing what Michael had told her about.
And what Walter had talked about.
Nikita was already in bed before Michael started to explain things, to bring context to what Nikita sometimes talked about in those memory lapses that she didn’t have that frequently. There was no way to explain how Michael was lost to Nikita in her thoughts this afternoon without learning about it all.
To learn about Section One.
Michael didn’t threaten her. Since it was gone, the only thing that could happen to her would be people would think she is insane because there was no record of the ghost of Section One, and those who were saved, would never come forward to admit. If anything, her talking could threaten Michael and Nikita’s makeshift family. Although not stated, Lope was sure that if she told anyone, this group would disappear within hours and it would be like they were never here.
If Nikita was able to survive what she did, find ways to help Michael end that place, Lope knew that this recovery was just a small blip in the woman’s challenges that she has overcomed. But this might be the most important thing to happen and it was clear that Michael was aware of how things went now could dictate how Nikita went forward from here.
“You need a drink,” Mick declared as he walked into the darkened kitchen and turned on just enough light to walk towards the far cabinet. He moved things around and Lope shook her head. “I’m fine.”
“Spy boy gave you the PG-13 history of his life with Nikita… and Nikita’s life story… you aren’t part of that world so you need a drink,” Mick spoke as he continued to move things around and then he stood up. “Good. No one found it.”
Lope rolled her head back and did not look at Mick until she heard the bottle being placed on the table. Mick walked over to the cupboard to find glasses as Lope focused her eyes on the bottom of cognac sitting in front of her. It was a Hennessy. In fact, it was a rare Hennessy… it was an XO. “No way am I drinking that. That’s too expensive to open up now.”
“Darling, I have no worries about how expensive its… it isn’t the rarest Hennessy out there… hell, it’s nowhere near the most expensive cognac that I’ve opened and drank, mostly by myself, I must add… so you are going to drink it because it is also obvious that you know your liquor… or at least you know cognacs…” Mick chuckled as he grabbed two glasses and brought them to the table.
He was quiet as Lope didn’t protest. Mick wasn’t sure if the cognac was the right decision. He was almost sure that Lope would have enjoyed the rare tequila he had stashed right with this cognac, but now Mick knew that he had made the right decision. The woman got a bit more color in her cheeks with this conversation and Mick soon pushed a glass over to her.
They sat in silence as they both enjoyed the first glass. As Mick poured a second, he finally thought it was time for some words. “You got to focus on the Nikita you know now… let Michael deal with that other stuff.”
Lope sipped at the cognac and leaned her head back to look at Mick. “I can’t… forget what he told me. It is… surreal.”
“I didn’t live that life… I was on the outside looking in most of the time. But I was on the safer side. Nikita should have been safe… but she…” Mick shook his head as he thought about how many times he had met with Nikita when she was feeding him information for Michael’s safety. Each of those times, Mick told her over and over again that Michael didn’t want her involved – but she wouldn’t stop.
“She loves him,” Lope spoke and pressed her lips together. “It explains… how he knew… that she would wake up…”
Mick nodded his head and then leaned forward. “Did he… tell you… about what he knows of her life… before?”
Lope nodded her head as she turned the glass in her hands. “It makes me… mad…”
“You can’t let her see that.”
“What?”
“She will think you pity her… that’s not what Nikita wants. I think you knew that she didn’t want pity about this recovery…” Mick pointed out something that was quite clear. Lope never did let Nikita skimp on things, even when others wanted Lope to cut Nikita a break those first two days when Nikita was practically crying on the floor.
Mick got up from the table and put the bottle back while he allowed Lope to think some more. They didn’t need more to drink but he knew that Lope was still processing a hell of a lot of things. He wasn’t about to leave this room yet. He settled back in the chair and looked at the woman, waiting for her to speak, which was something that was odd for Mick.
Still staring at the liquid in the glass, Lope tilted her head to look at Mick. “How do you live with knowing about this?”
Mick shrugged his shoulders and then blinked his eyes as he suddenly realized. “I.. I know that they had an awful life… and it was wrong on so many… well, I think about the silence that would be around if they hadn’t stopped some of those things… they were there when other systems weren’t in place… and the right people got it to end when it was ready to end.”
Lope took a sip of the cognac and shook her head. Mick hadn’t said enough.
Mick sighed. “I also know that Michael… he needed Nikita in his life… to turn that corner… to be the catalyst of change inside… while she was outside… so I focus on how much they mean to each other… and thankful that I’m still around to see them together… because there are small moments when you can just see it between them… and you are going to help them get more of those moments.”
Polishing off the alcohol, Lope pushed the glass across the table. “He didn’t need to tell me… I wasn’t questioning what was going on.”
“Michael didn’t tell you anything that he didn’t think that you could handle,” Mick pointed out as he stood up and extended his hand. “Come on… let’s get you settled into a room before you try to talk me into more of that cognac.”
Lope briefly smirked. “How did you know that I was going to ask for that?”
“I’m getting a sense of what you want…” Mick shrugged his shoulders as he was glad to feel Lope’s hand in his. He waited for her to stand and he rolled his shoulders back. “Come on.”
“I didn’t see this in you,” Lope spoke before she started to follow Mick.
“Good to know that I still have some surprises.”
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