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Date Posted: Saturday, February 18, 07:09:35pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 387+" on Wednesday, February 08, 08:18:13pm
Michael knew that his body had too much caffeine. He knew better than to continue to drink the coffee, but once he took the files out of Nat’s hands, he was caught up with what Nat had brought him. It took what coffee was in his stomach and made it churn wickedly, but Michael just continued to drink more coffee.
Now he was walking home, knowing that once Nikita got home from the dress boutique with Rhoda and Beatrice that he had to talk to her about what he now agreed with Nat with – and that thought was nerve-wrecking.
It was nerve-wrecking because he could predict Nikita’s reaction. Her first reaction would be that someone knew who the Angel was, that they knew them. But Michael could find absolutely nothing that led to that. If anything, he found proof that whoever was doing these things did not know who the Angel was. That made Michael think about Nikita’s second reaction.
She would try to stop being the Angel.
It was a nice concept. There was part of Michael’s mind and heart that wanted that to happen, but he knew Nikita. He had seen how the work that she did as the Angel calmed her and eased her from the internal battles that she would wage inside of her own head. It wasn’t healthy – even Beatrice had told Nikita that. Beatrice’s office suggestion was that Nikita had to find a way to accept what she had to do to live and move past those things to live life now without having to be the Angel to avenge her perceived sins to the world.
Nikita didn’t agree with Beatrice’s advice. She was still fighting against it and all agreed that while it wasn’t the best thing to do, at least being the Angel helped – and it wasn’t’ just helping Nikita. It was a way for all of them to try to even the odds in the world that could easily become array. They had the abilities and skill to do something – so they should do something.
That would bring Nikita to the third decision – to make everyone stop being the Angel, and that would cause her to rage against everyone. Michael could almost hear the fights now with Davenport, and Michael didn’t desire to go down that path.
In the end, if he didn’t find a way to get to the last reaction quickly – to find whoever was doing these things and stop them – it was going to be a rough couple months to come.
He had been putting in long hours for the past couple days and Michael had wanted to force himself to eat something and to get a nap before Nikita got home. He had talked to Beatrice before the three women left for the boutique and knew that they had planned to go to lunch afterwards and then they were going to go do some shopping to give Nikita some decompression time. He was sure that he had several hours to nap before having to face the reality of telling Nikita what he had to tell her.
But yet, when he turned the corner, he saw Nikita’s car and swallowed. Nikita would have insisted on driving so she would have felt that she had control to leave if she felt that she couldn’t handle it. Something had gone wrong and that was going to have to be handled also.
Steeling himself for whatever he would find inside the house, Michael shoved his hands into his jean pockets as his walking pace slowed down. He was then thankful that both Sabina and Adam were in school right now.
Running more possibilities in his mind of what he was going to find inside the house, Michael had to stop himself. He could handle whatever he would find. If Nikita had a flash of her pseudo-wedding to Helmut, he could handle that. If Nikita had decided that she wasn’t ready for marriage, he would talk her back into it because it was what they needed. If Nikita hadn’t found a dress because she didn’t want to spend money, he would find a store that featured wedding dresses that were to be resold. If Nikita was crying, screaming, cleaning, or doing anything – he would be able to handle that.
It really didn’t settle the stomach full of coffee, but it would have to do for now.
Michael walked into the house and noted how quiet it was. He looked around and saw absolutely no one, but he could feel that Nikita was in the house. He didn’t call out her name as he was sure that she could sense that he was home also.
For a moment, he pondered if the first dress was perfect and Nikita didn’t want to do lunch and shopping afterwards.
Walking up the stairs, he saw Nikita poked her head out of the bedroom and he knew that she didn’t buy a dress. He could see it with the slight puffiness of her eyes but also with her wet hair that showed that she had just gotten out of the tub, in an effort to calm down. “Kita…”
“I know that you wanted me to get a dress…”Nikita started and Michael swallowed while nodding his head up and down. He moved towards her and touched her face gently. “You need to get a dress. Beatrice and Rhoda wanted to help you do that.”
“But they were the wrong people,” Nikita took her hand to place it over Michael’s.
“You want Mick?” Michael asked and Nikita shook her head with a soft smile on her face. “I know that I’m letting you plan the wedding, but we have to talk about what I do want… but first, I want you to be there when I pick my dress.”
Michael did not expect that. “Me?”
Nikita watched as Michael dropped his hand and she licked her lips. “We are already married to each other’s hearts, Michael. This is a ceremony… but still… I want you to help me pick the dress… because you’ll tell me what will be good… what you like… and I don’t want to walk down an aisle by myself… in fact, I don’t want an aisle…”
“I thought that Walter would walk you down…” Michael countered and Nikita shook her head.
“I only want to be with you. No one is giving me away. You already have me,” Nikita pointed out as she took Michael’s hand into hers while walking into the bedroom. “I hated all the dresses… but I didn’t hate the dresses… I hated that you weren’t there.”
Michael sat down and pulled Nikita down onto his lap. “Kita… I’d be honored to be there for you. But don’t want you want Rhoda and Beatrice to help?”
“I don’t need their help if you are there,” Nikita replied as she leaned her head against Michael’s shoulder. “And I guess… there are things that I want for the wedding… and I didn’t want to admit it until I was trying on those dresses.”
Michael didn’t expect any of this and he stammered for a bit. “Kita, I was only taking the lead because I didn’t think you wanted to be involved in all the details.”
“I don’t want the details, but I don’t want to walk down an aisle… and I want to come out with you… I don’t want to be apart the night before… I don’t want traditional vows… and no asking if there are objections, because I would kill anyone who tries to stop this,” Nikita rambled out. Michael allowed the other worries that he had drift away as he chuckle at Nikita’s words. “I’d kill someone too.”
“Promise me,” Nikita pleaded and Michael brushed her hair out of her face. “I already planned on going to the ceremony with you… maybe because I was more afraid that you would decide that you don’t need the ceremony…”
Nikita frowned and Michael arched an eyebrow. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“You don’t have to drag my heart into there, Michael,” Nikita spoke as her voice cracked. Michael knew what Nikita was saying. It was the memories, maybe even the fear of having a PTSD flash right there, that made Nikita’s mind afraid of all of the things about the wedding, but her heart was there – that was what mattered the most. “Can’t we just do something here?”
“Trust me,” Michael spoke and Nikita nodded her head up and down. “I do… but I finally knew what I needed to tell you… what I needed to ask you to do for me.”
“And I’ll come with you to get your dress,” Michael kissed Nikita’s lips gently. Nikita smiled and sighed with relief. She nestled into Michael’s arms and Michael held onto that peaceful feeling, not sure that this was the time to talk to Nikita about the person who was going against the Angel.
“Are you going to tell me why has kept you out of the house the past few days? What you are thinking of not telling me about now?” Nikita asked and Michael looked at her.
Amazing.
“I need you to promise that no matter what I tell you… it doesn’t change our plans for us… ok?” Michael asked and Nikita pulled her head up off of Michael. “What’s going on?”
“There may be a backlash to the Angel,” Michael announced slowly and Nikita stared at him for a long time. She then swung her legs off of Michael and turned her body towards him. “Tell me everything.”
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