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Date Posted: Saturday, March 01, 07:30:00pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Outside Operative 38+" on Thursday, January 30, 07:11:45pm
Michael walked down the hallway and saw Nikita standing by the window, looking at the mild fall day that was outside. “Do you want to go and sit on the porch like yesterday?”
“No,” Nikita sighed as she shook her head from side to side. She looked at Michael. “You know that I’m to be active even though Lope is off today.”
“She isn’t here to check on things… you can take a rest day,” Michael offered as he was surprised that Nikita didn’t want to go and sit on the porch. Lope practically had to drag her off of the porch yesterday for the last therapy session of the day. Nikita had found that with the ongoing construction in the house, the porch actually was quite peaceful.
Nikita chuckled. “I think she is right. I have to stay active. Although my activity isn’t going for a run or anything.”
Michael nodded his head up and down as he rubbed his hand on Nikita’s back. “Is that why you are standing here?”
“No,” Nikita shook her head slightly. “I want to go see what you have been doing at Walter’s cabin.”
Michael didn’t expect that but he pulled away and smiled. “I can go get the car around from the garage.”
“You walk… we can walk,” Nikita spoke to stop Michael’s words. Michael shook his head from side to side. “Nikita… it is a good distance away.”
“You walk there,” Nikita pointed out with a shrug of her shoulders. “I am asking you to walk with me. I know that it will be slow going. I know that I might not actually make it… but I need to go beyond the porch.”
Michael sighed and Nikita knew that he was considering it. “I also saw the forecast, Michael. It’s going to rain… and this might be the last nice day. They said it may even snow by the weekend…”
Michael had heard about the forecast as Birkoff was trying to get back before the so-called first snow. “Kita…”
“Lope said that it is time to think outside the box. That if I get bored, it will actually make it harder,” Nikita continued to give Michael things that he had heard from others. Nikita rolled her shoulders and swallowed. “And I… I need a lay of the land… I barely remember what I saw when I came here… and you never have been able to get the operative out of me.”
Michael reached over and opened the door. “We can talk while we walk, right?”
Nikita nodded her head as she stepped out and looked around. Michael was wondering if she was having second thoughts about what she wanted to do. Then he realized that she was just scanning the area and making plans on how to walk to Walter’s cabin. Then she moved forward and stopped by the stairs.
Stairs were still a place that Nikita hesitated and without a word, Michael simply supported Nikita’s left side by guiding his hand underneath her elbow for the five stairs that took her down the walkway. Michael eased his hand away as Nikita took a few steps and stopped. “Taking the walkway to the road… that’s longer, right?”
“I usually cut across the field.”
“Is it safe?” Nikita inquired as she looked at the leaves that were on the grass that separated their house and the trees where Walter’s cabin was behind. “It’s pretty flat… I haven’t found any holes or such.”
Nikita headed in that direction with a pace that almost surprised Michael. He didn’t know how long she would be able to go as fast as she was able to. He looked around and sighed. “There is a lot about the land that I haven’t been able to explore yet.”
“Such as?”
“The farm land that is behind the trees in the house…. We have acres of land,” Michael commented as he thought about it. “Not that we have to farm it.”
Nikita chuckled and she stopped, but not because she was tired. She turned to look back at the house. She swallowed hard. “There isn’t a picket fence.”
Michael nodded his head as he knew exactly the conversation that Nikita was referencing. It was one of those nights that he was out from underneath the eyes of Section One and not because he had twisted the perimeters of a mission. Nikita was cutting class and had brought up the topic of how their life would be when he got out of Section. He had been the first one to mention a kid. Then Nikita spoke about the typical house – with two kids and a white picket fence.
“There is a fence… the farmland once had cattle… so there is a fence,” Michael choked out as he knew that things weren’t going the way that either of them thought that things would go. He wished that they had gone that way. It should have gone that way. All the things that Nikita did, she deserved it to be that way.
“Is that what you are going to do now?” Nikita inquired as she started to walk again, slower now. “Are you going to be a farmer now?”
“Hell no,” Michael shook his head from side to side as he wasn’t sure what else to say. He hadn’t thought about what he was going to do with his time, not that he had go out and earn a living. That part of their lives was firmly taken care of for now and for most of ever. “Ah… we could always put in a picket fence, Kita. We’d have to be careful not to run into the electrical fence that Birkoff made sure was put in for security sakes… well, multiple of them…”
“That picket fence would have to be huge to cover our front yard. I’m not even sure where our yard starts out here,” Nikita laughed softly as she shook her head. But the laugh was quickly gone. “And things change.”
“It was your dream.”
“And dreams change,” Nikita rasped as she pushed her hand thru her hair and then sighed. She reached out for Michael’s hand. “This is mostly downhill.”
“It is slightly downhill,” Michael nodded his head as he knew now to push Nikita now that she had changed the topic. He did ache to know if Nikita’s changed dream included the thought of two children and a dog. He wasn’t sure that he had changed his thought on having a child with Nikita, but he knew her recovery had dramatically changed how they were spending this first year together from what they had planned. He knew that he had thought a couple times about getting a puppy as they had talked about a dog also, but Michael wasn’t sure that Nikita was mobile enough for a puppy. He pushed those thoughts away. “But that means that it is also slightly uphill when we go back to the house.”
“Who said anything about me walking back to the house?” Nikita inquired as she shook her head. “I said that I wanted to walk to Walter’s cabin. I didn’t say anything about walking back.”
Michael was flabbergasted and Nikita paused for a moment and then continued to walk, showing that she was getting tired about half way across the field. “And Lope said that I shouldn’t push it.”
Michael was getting his head around what Nikita was saying. He was trying to stay in the moment but for some reason he was thinking a lot about the things that he had told Nikita he would do for them after Section One that hadn’t come true. Never had there been worries about security and perimeters. He swallowed and forced his mind back to Nikita’s conversation. “So would you have me go back and get the car to drive you back to the house?”
“I’m sure that Walter would take me back up to the house on his new motorcycle,” Nikita shrugged her shoulders slightly as she wavered a bit on her steps. Michael moved closer and was tempted to reach out for arm to provide her support, but stopped short of doing so for the moment. It felt that Nikita would not appreciate that right now. “That will never happen.”
“I’ll never ride the motorcycle?” Nikita inquired as she stopped and this time took a deep breathe. Michael shook his head. “You won’t be riding that motorcycle with Walter… not today… not ever.”
“And Walter will let you borrow that fine new motorcycle he bought?” Nikita chuckled as she shook her head. Nikita stopped and she reached for Michael as she was off balance. “I wouldn’t be able to hold on.”
Michael sighed as he didn’t mention her weakness right now. He stayed the rock as he stood there, surprised with actually how far that they had come from the house. Nikita had done much better than he anticipated, and she had talked a lot of the way.
“I’m good to continue, “ Nikita cleared her throat as she took her hand off of Michael’s arm a few minutes later and started to gingerly move forward, unsure if she was telling the truth. But they were soon on the road and it actually became easier for Nikita to walk. “Maybe we should have taken the road.”
“It was an interesting walk… we should do that more often,” Michael commented as he looked back to the house as Nikita paused to look at him. “I love the house, Michael.”
“It isn’t what you wanted.”
“I just wanted to be with you,” Nikita softly admitted as she rubbed her hands together. “I said things… I knew that you might want to hear… not knowing what I really wanted.”
Michael stepped around Nikita to stand in front of her, to look at her blue eyes and know that right now she was telling the truth. “You… why… why would you… I don’t know why you felt…”
“I didn’t know what to say,” Nikita shrugged her shoulders as she blinked her eyes as she looked at Michael. “I wasn’t sure… if it would just be us… and if it was just us… a dog and a family… well, I didn’t know what I was saying…”
Michael stroked her hair as she stepped towards him. “But this… this is pretty damn nice, Michael.”
Michael wrapped his arms around her and sighed. “Oh, Kita…”
“And it’s going to be perfect when I’m better.”
“You are getting there… every day,” Michael whispered into her ear as he felt her sigh. But he also felt her body relaxing, showing that it had not much more left in the tank. He wrapped his arms down underneath her legs and picked her up. “I need some exercise myself.”
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