TWIST OF THE HEART

Nikita waited for Michael by his car, nervously tapping her foot as the minutes slowly crept by. She had made a point of getting out of Section before he had so she could catch him on his way out. Pulling her long sweater about her closer, she readjusted her dark glasses wincing at the pain from her shoulder. She had fallen from the van during the mission today and took a bad hit on it. Only the quick thinking of Michael saved her from being run over by its back wheels. Nikita had clutched his arm longer then necessary yet he too held her longer then necessary as well. Before anyone noticed them, he did finally gently push her back from him, his guns blazing in the battle. She had never felt such a strong wave of love for him and she was all the more determined to mend the fences between them. As much as he had hurt her,, she loved him. There were just some things in this world that couldn’t be changed. They were one of them. The thought was comforting and she smiled rubbing her arm absently.

The sound of the elevator doors opening in the underground parking lot opened alerting her to his possible arrival. Straightening up slightly, she looked in the general direction of the now audible footsteps coming her way. Much to her relief, it was Michael. His familiar outline was obvious to her, knee length coat flapping at the bottom, the hard combat boots he always wore, the slight lift of the ends of his silky hair on his collar as he moved.

The sight before him caught him off guard, yet relief swept over him as the realization hit that she hadn’t run off again but rather was waiting for him. He hoped it was the beginning of something good once again for them.

Michael set his cup down, his green eyes blinked as he savored the richness of the coffee she had just poured him. It was good to be back in her apt once again,, it was like a place of comfort for him and he found he had missed it more then he cared to let on.

Nikita pulled her feet up onto the chair opposite him, resting her chin on the tops of her knees.

How’s the shoulder? He asked breaking the quietness of the room, startling her slightly. With eyes open wide, she blushed slightly.

Its alright,, a little sore. She admitted when he stared back at her with his brilliant green eyes. She hated how he could draw the truth out of her even when she didn’t want to admit to it.

I missed you. Michael looked down at the table, not sure if he really wanted to know what her reaction would be to his admission.

Nikita reached across the table, placing her hand over his which made him finally return her gaze with one of his own. What he found there was pleasing to say the least but he maintained his passive appearance, not wanting to assume too much. Nikita sighed, rubbing his knuckles lightly with her fingertips, and nodded in agreement.

Yes,,, I missed you too. She pulled her hand back once again lacing her fingers on her knees and swallowed hard. But I also am feeling a lot of hurt over what you did.

Both knew she was referring to Karl and neither wanted to approach the subject first yet Michael forged on ahead, and nodded slightly.

I know. He replied in his hushed voice.

Nikita bit her lip trying not to let the stinging tears spill onto her pale cheeks. I slept with him Michael. It was like I loved him. I thought I was going mad by the time I went to Walter. Didn’t you think I was good enough to pull the mission off? She asked trying hard to keep the resentment from coming through in her voice. She didn’t want to fight with him, just talk.

Michael pushed his cup away, folding his hands on his lap.

At the time,, no. He knew he was being painfully honest but he didn’t want to lie anymore to her.

Nikita cocked an eyebrow up at him in surprise. Really?

Yes. He instantly answered.

Nikita stared hard at him from the table, amazed how he could be so brutal.

Michael knew he was risking her wrath once again but was determined to be honest with her.

Its times like these I wonder why I love you so much Michael. Nikita sighed placing her feet on the floor and walking to the living room.

Michael remained where he sat, eyes locked on her like a target, waiting for her to continue. When she didn’t and instead stood by the large window staring down at the city below, he finally got to his feet, coming to stand beside her.

Me too. He murmured, his shoulder grazing hers as he too stood still and stared out at the lights below.

Nikita glanced up at him, begrudgingly placing her head on his shoulder. I hate my life without you Michael.

Michael placed his arm about her slim waist and rested his head atop hers. Me too.

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