Perdue

Kyra had arrived only 2 months ago to this precious city from her beloved Puerto Rico, she had been raised by the wonderful nuns at the abbey of the Sacred Heart, she had never known who her parents were and on a whim she had decided to move to Montreal. At first she had thought it was the worst mistake of her life, for she had moved in November, when the winter was full blown, but soon she had acclimated herself, she rarely went out anyway, all her needs were met at work, food, and drinks and living only 8 blocks away from work was a definite plus.

Kyra saw him shiver with what she imagined was cold, for this man wore a pair of jeans, boots and a black sweater but nothing else, she took his hand and he opened his eyes again, unable to focus on her eyes, she moved her hand to his cheek and he shuddered again. she knew she had to do something, but she did not yet know all the laws of this country, she looked at him and saw that his eyes were now gazing at her face, she lowered her lashes and he touched her hand again.

The man looked at her and sighed, he knew he should not involve this girl in his problems but he was so weak, he had already walked from the bay to collapse in Chinatown, he had no more strength. Slowly he nodded and proceeded to put as much of his weakening strength into standing. Kyra took his left arm and put it across her shoulders, she took the man's cut and bruised right hand and guided it toward the wall beside them and then proceeded to help him stand, his legs were shaking badly and for a moment she thought he was going to collapse again, but he locked his knees and forced himself to stand, he smiled softly at Kyra and she proceeded to half drag him to the door of her building.

Kyra looked at the dark clothed man lying on the hardwood floor of her one room flat and sighed, she knew he was badly injured and had lost a vast amount of blood, but she still felt a prickling feeling that she should have left him outside and forgotten about him, but she couldn't. she had promised Severina that she would help anyone who needed her. it had been a sacred promise before Severina died of the multiple gun shot wounds she received 4 months ago.

Kyra laughed out loud at hearing her mind work, she walked toward the man and slowly dragged him to her bed, the only nice thing in this flat, a huge wood canopy bed she had found by the curve ready to be taken to the trash. she had seen the potential in the damaged wood, she had brought the bed home and repainted it, just like she had done to the chairs and tables inside her flat, she had bought the nice new mattress and finally the place looked and felt like home.

She slowly took his sweater off, not a sound came from him. she gasped at looking at such a beautiful skin marred by the ugly red cut on his side, the blood had slowed some but not yet stopped, she traced a finger along the ridges of his abdomen ** if it wasn't for the stab wound his skin would be perfect* * she glanced at his face once again as she proceeded to strip his jeans off, she could feel the bulge of his manhood and she knew that many women had killed to spend one night with this magnificent man.

She dropped the jeans beside his sweater and stood to appraise the man, his skin was drenched in sweat, she knew he was burning up, a slight tremor made his fingers move in a rapid taping against the covers. Shaking her head she took her first aid kit and tried to clean his wounds as best as she could with the limited supplies, she covered his stab wound and temple with gauze and then proceeded to the kitchen to get the ice out, she covered the man in a thin white sheet and then put the ice on him. he shivered severely as the ice melted on his heated skin but he never regained consciousness. Kyra slowly fell asleep watching the man shiver intensely.

Kyra felt the man give one last severe shudder and then lay limp within her arms, his breathing barely noticeable, his skin burning with the fever ragging through his body, she knew she had to do something else to bring the fever down, and suddenly remembered Dr. Closter in apt. 714, three doors down, he was a very old man barely able to walk but he was still a great doctor, he had saved her life after she contracted Broncho Pneumonia a couple of weeks after arriving and he had made sure she was fine before starting work.

Kyra had read about this type of poison, the nuns had an extensive library which had extremely old books, she had sneaked into the oldest part of the library many times, where the oldest books were kept, there she read the stories of Lucrecia Borgia and Catherine de Medici, among others, she might be young but she had been well educated and had been able to keep many of the most important books in that library, when the mother superior told her she would have to leave the abbey at her 18th. Birthday she had decided that she would not leave her favorite books behind, she had sneaked into the library the night before she left and took 80 of her favorite books, they laid hidden under her bed, protected in plastic.

Kyra walked to the night table and took the alcohol soaked towel to rub him down again, she took his arm and started to rub the towel down his arm, then his shoulders and chest, as she finished rubbing his legs down she felt him move and looked up, she was shocked to gaze into His Jade eyes, she saw he was confused and smiled, it seemed to relax him some as she covered his body with the blankets and let the towel drop from her hands, she slowly walked to his side and touched his forehead, he was still burning up, but she now knew no amount of ice would bring his fever down.

She knew perfectly well what had been done to her, Madeleine was evil, she had taken the feelings and left a void in her, she remembered what she had with Michael but the feelings were not there, in the last 4 months since that fateful day at her apt. When she told Michael ** I don't love you anymore** she had gone through all the phases of grief, from numbness to anger and disbelief that they had taken her feelings from her, but she had slowly regained the upper hand, somehow the conditioning had not taken root and she had begun to feel again, it had started after the De Sol mission when Michael had kissed her, the shock and subsequent delight of that kiss had shaken the conditioning into slowly opening the door to her lost feelings, from that day on she had started to not only feel love for Michael again, but her own memories brought the feelings back, she remembered the feelings she experienced on the boat in Lyons, as Michael lost control for the first time and loved her beyond her wildest dreams, she remembered the Armel Mission and soon she had started to feel again, but she had to be careful, she could not let anyone know that the conditioning had failed miserably, she smiled softly and Birkoff touched her leg.

The meeting Michael had gone to in Toronto had been a trap, she knew it, but had no solid proof of it, so she could not go and tell Operations that Samuel Gregorovich had betrayed them and possibly kidnapped Michael, she had tunneled into Gregorovich's organization and she had found a couple of messages from Brendan Tarlinsky the supposed leader of **The Provos** a well known terrorist organization centered in eastern Europe.

Kyra could see the pain he was in, not just Physical pain but emotional pain also, due to his memory loss, she decided to try and give him a name, one that he could take as his own and also because she could not call him **hey you or sir ** all the time, she sat beside the man and let her eyes roam the flat, suddenly her gaze fell on a picture of the Archangel Michael and she shrugged ** hope you don't mind** then she turned and was startled by the intensity of the man's gaze on hers.

Kyra saw the man's reaction to the name as soon as she mentioned it, his body stiffened and he dropped her hand and drew himself into a fetal position, his already labored breathing became more labored as he tried to suppress a shiver that shook his whole body, she saw Kirsten's wide eyed gaze as her hands fisted and she ran to the bedroom, Kyra turned her gaze to the dr. Who had walked to the bed and was holding one of the man's wrists in his hand, she stood and walked to the window, she knew Michael was in great pain and for a moment she could not handle it.

Kyra looked out toward the city sky line and thought of all the pain she had endured alone, without anyone there to help her, she remembered Severina's words as she died ** Kyra you have been the closest thing to a sister I had, you have stayed with me even with the danger of the chota after us, don't let the chicas make you ** cough** forget your soul, you are kind, be kind to others and help anyone who needs it, it has been my motto since I joined the chicas locas, and I want ** cough** you to keep it, promise me that you will leave, there is money hidden, take it and leave the island, nothing good will come if you stay, be free and have a life, you are still so young, **cough** promise me you will leave and find a new life**

Michael had tried to control the pain he was in, his chest hurt in a numb sort of way, his vision was blurry and it hurt to breathe, but besides that and the intense throbbing in his head he was ok, he tried to remember why the name had caused such a bad reaction in him, he racked his brain for anything that gave him any reason to fear being here, but nothing came to him, it only gave him a more intense head ache, he saw Kyra walking to his side and he tried to smile,

Kyra laughed softly, only Kirsten would think of a man as a * GOD* but she had to admit Michael was very handsome, his features were very unique, not typical, she smiled as she thought of how his lashes softly caressed his cheeks while he slept, and how his skin felt so soft and rough at the same time, his hands were work roughened but they seemed warm and his smile made his face light up, she looked up and laughed at Kirsten's expression.

Kyra stood and walked to the sink, Kirsten jumped off the sink and stood by the door as Kyra washed her face, Kyra then turned, opened the door and walked out, she gasped as she saw the man on the bed shaking badly, she walked to him and took his hands in hers, he looked up at her and clasped her hands to his chest, Kirsten walked to the bed and told Kyra she would return later and to call her if she needed anything, Kyra smiled and kissed her goodbye, Kirsten stopped to speak to the dr. And then left the flat.

Michael had closed his eyes after clasping onto Kyra's hands, somehow her touch comforted him, he listened to her tell him about the dr. And the injection and did his best to relax and let the drug take it's desired effect, he barely felt the needle prick his skin and introduce the liquid into his system, soon he felt the effects of the drug, a mild euphoric feeling crept into his mind and the shaking seemed to slow, he relaxed and tried to take advantage of the drug's effects to sleep some, he knew that he needed sleep most of all, but he also felt that there was something strange going on in his body, his legs seemed numb and his arms had been tingling since he awoke, but he paid no attention to those symptoms as the drug relaxed him enough to be able to fall asleep.

Dr. Closter looked at Kyra and had to laugh, **the girl is still so young just barely 21 and her active imagination has given her a wrong view of this man she called Michael, he knew the signs when he saw them, she was falling in love and she would hurt when he died or left, but well Kyra had lived a very troubled and pain filled life already, maybe she empathized with the man due to her prior experiences but he knew that was not good, But what could he do? Take the man away? Let him die? No he had sworn to save lives and he would, if this man hurt Kyra so be it, he would just have to make sure that if Michael lived he would know how loved Kyra was and what would happen if he hurt her** Dr. Closter smiled at the girl and stood " Kyra his wounds are typical of danger, the bullet and knife wounds on his body are barely noticeable to anyone, but that does not mean he is not dangerous, wasn't he carrying a gun? he might seem nice now but when he regains his memory he could be lethal, just be careful OK sweetness? Now I'm going to get some sleep, Stefan should be here in a little less than an hour, if Michael wakes or has any problems call me ok?"

Passing customs with the required check up of her suitcase she remembered the last time she had done such mundane things, it was a few weeks ago during the Humboldt Mission, she and Michael had played a recently married couple going on their second honeymoon and they were given the pleasure to use public transport at the last minute to tag Larry Humboldt before he reached the New York area, she smiled to herself as she waited her turn for a taxi, she had enjoyed that mission immensely, specially since it was the second time she was paired with Michael since her reconditioning and subsequent failure of it.

The taxi arrived at her side and she climbed in " Chinatown, 255 D'arcy street" Nikita sat back and enjoyed the spectacular view of downtown and the Chinese district as the cab drove along University ave. The taxi stopped at the old building and she paid the cab, she took her suitcase and walked up to the flat she had been given, 2 doors from Edward Baxter's flat, she had to watch the place to make sure Michael had made it there, but she had the feeling Michael had not been able to arrive to Baxter's flat before collapsing somewhere, it was a sixth sense she had about him, and it had served her well while on missions, she was able to connect with Michael and know if anything was wrong, and Nikita knew something was definitely wrong here, she could normally feel the prickling of his soul when she was near but she could not feel him at all, of course it meant nothing since section had messed with her mind she had lost some of the connection with Michael.

Kyra sat on the window seat of her flat while Stefan checked on a still unconscious Michael, the poison had slowly cursed through his system leaving him weak and in tremendous pain, the slow psychosis he went through had been horrible leaving Michael crying and screaming in pain, they had been forced to sedate him after the first 3 days and Stefan had strapped his arms and legs to the bed to keep him there. Stefan had also devised an antidote to attack the poison and that had caused Michael to suffer even more. His already confused and aching mind had gone into overdrive, making him scream in such agony that Kyra had chosen to hide for hours at Kirsten's flat, and still she could hear him calling her, she had finally given in to her pain and cried herself to sleep over the next 10 days.

Michael had slowly gone from cries of help to screams of dementia in a few days time, his mind so confused and affected he had called Kyra mother, he became so out of control that they were afraid he would have a brain embolism, kirsten had stood by Kyra through the whole ordeal trying to talk Michael through the psychosis he Was going through, the pain and confusion in his green eyes had made Kyra and Kirsten cry many times.

Kyra had been cooking one morning when she saw Michael stand on shaky legs and make his way to the window, he had tried to open it and she had run to grab him before he stepped out onto the ledge, she had to sweep his legs out from under him and as he collapsed she had jumped on him grabbing the sedative she had on the window table, Kyra was fighting him when Stefan and Kirsten had walked into the flat and Stefan had helped her hold him till he was sedated, between Kirsten, Kyra and Stefan they had carried a heavily sedated Michael to the bed and Stefan had strapped him, making sure he would not hurt anyone.

Kyra stood and walked around the flat " yes i know what to look for, uneven breathing, more seizures, I have to check his reflexes every 30 minutes and check his eyes every hour, if there is no reflex on his pupils I must call you immediately and try to stimulate him as best as I can, did I leave anything out?" Kyra was not in the mood to be treated like a child again, Stefan had learned the hard way how mature she was the first day he had arrived.

Stefan watched her care for this man who was nothing to her, and he smiled, she is a good woman, maybe I can pay her school and she could be a nurse, Stefan Knew he had started to care for Kyra and Jeremiah had told him she already loved the dying man which she cared for so tenderly, Stefan walked to the kitchen table and took the medicine bag and said his good night to Kyra, she told him to be safe and returned to her ministrations, Stefan slowly walked out of the flat and toward the elevators, knowing he would never have Kyra's heart.

Michael's sense of reality had been turned inside out, he felt the caress of a tender hand and then the roughness of a needle poking his skin, he was trapped in a dark abyss, he had tried for what seemed years to find a way out of this place, the darkness was all consuming, the pain was intense, but the worst had been a while ago when he had thought he was being squeezed to death, his heart hurt so much he had screamed but no one had come to help, his throat hurt from the screams, and slowly he had given up finding a way out.

Then Michael heard a gentle voice calling him, he still did not remember anything about his life, he had been flashing on certain images that made his head ache intensely, he had slowly closed his eyes and let go of his will to live when he heard the voice, whisper soft, it invaded the darkness and made him wish to run toward the sound, he opened his eyes as he heard the voice again this time closer, he saw a light far above him, and he willed his body to stand, he tried to climb the slippery walls toward that light, he knew that if he reached the light he would be saved, but his body was too weak to pull him to the light, after many attempts to climb the walls he finally collapsed, his strength gone, he laid his head on his bent knees and fell asleep swiftly listening to the gentle voice call to him.

Michael was awakened by a deep voice calling him, he looked everywhere but he saw no one, it was pitch black and the pain was still cursing through his fragile body, he tried to stand but his knees buckled and he again collapsed on the ground, he could feel his bones poking through the little flesh still covering his body, he suddenly felt someone grab him and strap him to a table, the darkness made it impossible to see who had him strapped, he tried to move but his movements made the restraints tighter, he was thirsty and in severe pain when he heard the voice again.

" what do you want? Why do you keep me here?" Michael tried to move his head but he felt the restraints being tightened painfully, he felt something go over his head and restrain his movements even more, then the needles were introduced into his face and body, he screamed and tried to escape but a serum was injected into his eyes, it made his eyes hurt and his body convulse with pain, then someone introduced a needle into his heart and the intense pain made his body arch like a bow.

Kyra was frightened to see him move, she knew she had to keep speaking to him but when she saw him try to respond and open his eyes she became frightened, she had watched him lose consciousness many times and wake trying to hurt them, but not this time, he had slowly moved his face toward her touch and as she saw this she moved her hand to touch his chest and he moaned, the sound was painful and she immediately pulled her hand from his chest, she saw his eyelashes flutter wildly once again and then he returned to his deep sleep.

Nikita sat back and closed her eyes, she was tired of acting different in front of Madeleine and Operations, she wanted to be herself, as much herself as she could remember, she was still missing allot of her memories, mostly of her childhood and teen years, she remembered almost all about her recruitment and training, she sat there remembering the Bauer Mission, their first kiss, the way he protected her. Nikita shivered as she remembered the war with red cell and how much damage it had done on Michael, she knew he had suffered several episodes, a bleeding nose and dizziness, and the last episode that almost killed him, leaving him in MedLab for 2 weeks! sniffing, she thought of their early relationship and the day he set her free, her return to section and how fooled she had been by Jurgen, a tear escaped her closed eyes as she remembered the day she found Michael strapped to a chair, needles poking his chest, how she realized he had amnesia and her tricks to protect a sweet and gentle Michael, her pain when she had to inject the Limbic suppressors to return him to his prior self, how he asked her about their love and the pain it caused her to hear that he loved her, she knew he would never remember those words.

Nikita shivered again as she remembered watching Michael playing with Adam and the pain he had gone through after the Vacek Mission ended, she thought he would be canceled, but operations tricks brought him back full force, she smiled remembering making love to him after the Zalman fiasco and their last kiss just before going on the Genefex mission, she shuddered as she remembered the look in Michael's face as she told him that she did not love him anymore, tears formed in her eyes and she wiped her hand over them to keep the tears at bay ** god Please keep him safe**

Birkoff paced the small area, his anger still going strong, he had not been so angry at her since she had made Michael suffer after the fiasco in Genefex, he had realized too late she had been altered and soon after finding Michael's well hidden hacking did he offer his help to Michael to bring her back, Michael had accepted but had taken special precautions to protect them both, Birkoff stood looking at Nikita and he realized she had been crying, he took in the red eyes and the barely controlled shivering lower lip and his resolve faltered, he lowered his head and sat beside her.

Kyra had fallen asleep after the 36th. Day of constant vigil at Michael's side, Stefan had been called in for a big emergency that developed in Uganda, Kirsten had been sent to New York for a special meeting and she had not returned yet, Kyra had stayed alone with a still unresponsive Michael for 6 days and her energy reserve had finally gone out, she laid her head beside his hand and caressed his hair until she fell asleep.

After several minutes his sight cleared and he saw beautiful gray-blue almond shaped eyes, And fire gold hair, he inspected her face slowly, dark burnished brows, button nose, full heart shaped lips, milky white skin, he noticed a light sprinkling of freckles on nose and cheeks and then he noticed the flush of that same skin, he realized he was starring and he quickly lowered his eyes, his lashes hiding the Jade green color of his eyes.

Kyra looked at Michael she knew he would ask sooner or later so she took a deep breath and proceeded to explain how she had found him and what had transpired since then, the diagnosis and his subsequent ordeal, Kyra had finished telling him about the last 6 days when she felt his hand go lax in hers she lifted her eyes toward his face and gently took the towel off his eyes, she realized he had fallen asleep again, she smiled and kissed his lips softly, eliciting a soft sigh from him, she decided to take a shower for he would not sleep much in the next few days.

Madeleine stood and walked toward her plants, " Trevor, open Nikita's surveillance at her apt. Please" Immediately the wall beside Madeleine opened and Nikita's apt. Was showed, Madeleine watched as Nikita slept on her new sofa, she paid attention to every miniscule detail of the woman's new decor, the walls had been painted a soft butter color, the furniture was mostly black but had many splashes of color to them, she started to watch as Nikita dreamed, she saw the blonde woman twitch and shake her head softly, Madeleine returned to her seat behind her desk and started to record the images inside Nikita's apt.

Nikita was dreaming; those dreams were more her memories coming back quickly, she started to remember the day she had met Michael, how menacing he seemed and how much pain she went through during her first 2 years, suddenly she saw herself walking down the alley that fateful night, she heard a voice calling her and she turned, there was Michael walking out of the shadows " Don't walk there, come with me, I'll give you a place to sleep and food" Nikita started to step back but she was against the wall and as she turned to run she found herself standing in front of Jurgen " Nikita I told you that he would hurt you, you should have listened to me " she watched Jurgen's face turn into Michael's and she gasped, she wanted to run and escape but she was trapped, she was inside a machine and there was severe pain, she tried to scream and then......Nikita screamed herself awake, she jerked out of the sofa and ran to the corner, she crouched there while checking her whole apt. There was nothing amiss, she sighed as she realized it had been a dream, she laughed and started up the stairs to her bedroom, she took her clothes off, took a shower and climbed into bed, she turned the light off and fell asleep with Michael's name on her lips.

Kyra Watched him get a distant look in his eyes and instinctly raised her hand to touch his cheek, as her fingers touched him he jerked back and away from her touch, she stopped her caress and swiftly pulled her hand away, she stood and ran past Kirsten who had been standing at the door, Kirsten watched Kyra walk out the door and knew she would be at her flat, Kirsten looked back at Michael and saw his eyes filled with tears, he quickly turned his face away from the accusing gaze of Kirsten and laid down on the pillows, he brought his hands to his face and let the tears fall, he had hurt kyra and that was unforgivable.

Michael watched as Kyra's ocean eyes filled with tears of fear and worry for him and he tried to control the pain he was in, he succeeded marginally and lifted her hands to his lips and kissed first one and then the other, his eyes sparkling like twin emeralds, Kyra pulled On his hands and soon he felt Stefan's arms lifting him off the floor and placing him gently on the bed, gently Kyra caressed his cheek, her gaze fell on his shaking lips and she did not think she leaned in, their lips touched softly, he let out a groan and she quickly moved away, thinking she had hurt him but as she gazed into his eyes she saw the evidence of love in his eyes and smiled, the groan had not been of pain it had been of his soul letting go of the fight to stay away from this woman.

Kirsten had returned by then and she watched Kyra and Michael enraptured with each other, she saw Kyra's lips gently touch Michael's and she sighed ** he is not for her, god What are you doing?** Kirsten walked to the window and gazed at the beautiful spring day, it was nice and sunny and she knew this man would soon leave Kyra and never look back, Kirsten felt the touch of Stefan's hands on her shoulders and turned her face to gaze at him, she saw the sadness in his eyes and she knew he had fallen in love with Kyra.

Stefan took a seat at the window and pulled Kirsten beside him " he is strong, the pain is extreme due to the ordeal he has been through, the poison almost killed him Kirsten, he will be extremely weak for some time still, but he should be able to start walking by tomorrow, with pain killers and some mild sedatives he should make a good recovery" Stefan Looked at kirsten and suddenly he leaned in and kissed her lips, Kirsten unprepared for the assault to her senses could only sit there and savor the kiss, Stefan pulled away and Kirsten stood and ran out of the flat, he sighed and took one last look at the couple on the bed, Kyra was sleeping peacefully, beside her Michael seemed to have relaxed and let the pain medication act for his eyes were closed and his breathing was slow and even, he covered the sleeping couple and let himself out of the flat, leaving a note for Kyra that she should call if there was anything they needed.

Michael sat on the bed several days later, he was feeling stronger but not yet strong enough to stand on his own, the pain slowly became more tolerable and he would spend more time awake than asleep, he had spent many hours speaking to Kyra, she was a wonderful woman, just barely 21 and she had suffered so much, she had slowly opened up and told him about her life with the nuns, the day she was told she would have to leave, her years on the streets, the many terrible things she was forced to do to feed herself and the promise she had made to her friend to escape that life and seek a better one.

Michael was so entranced in his thoughts that he did not notice when Kyra awoke, she opened her eyes and felt Michael's hand softly caressing her hair, she turned and watched his eyes, they had a far away look to them, his brow was furrowed and she thought that maybe he was remembering, she tried to move away without bothering him but the moment he felt her move he gazed at her, his gaze was intense and it made her uncomfortable, she moved away from his hand and lowered her gaze, she felt him touch her shoulder as she turned and tried to leave the bed.

Michael looked out the window his thoughts miles away, he felt that he was supposed to be somewhere else but no amount of force would open the flood gates to his lost memories, he sighed in defeat and laid down on the pillows, he brought Kyra's pillow to his face and inhaled her sweet scent he smiled at the special scent of her ** flowers and vanilla ** He knew he would always think of Kyra when this specific combination of scents assailed his nose, he closed his eyes and thought back to the prior afternoon and smiled, he had been trying to get Kyra to help him take a real bath, she would not allow it, Stefan had left strict instructions to not let Michael out of bed for 1 more week, he was dying on this bed, it was comfortable and soft but he had to start to regain his strength in his legs sometime, Kyra had gone to get the coffee and Michael had taken the opportunity to try and stand, Kyra had seen him and ran to him as she watched him sway and his knees buckle, she had gotten to him a few seconds before he hit the ground and his superior weight had brought Kyra to her knees, he had landed on top of her, he was about to apologise when he heard the soft laughter assail his ears and he started laughing too, she gently helped him back in bed and kissed him till they were breathless, he had cupped one full breast and she gasped, and moved away, he apologised profusely for taking such liberties but she had told him it was ok, she had not taken offense at his roaming hand, she had gotten the coffee and offered him a cup, they had sat in companionable silence for several minutes, slowly he had clasped her hand and kissed it, he pulled her close to lie on his chest and she had put her head over his heart, she had felt it skip a beat as her lips grazed his male nipple, she had just settled her cheek over his heart when a sharp pain had shot through his head and made him moan and grab his temples, Kyra had felt him shake at the increasing amount of pain in his head and had lifted his head and placed it gently on her breast, she had started to slowly and methodically massage the painful area until he fell asleep.

Kyra lowered herself beside him and gave Michael the brush she was using, he tenderly started to comb her hair, his fingers caressing the silky strands until her hair dried, Kyra took the brush from him and stood, she walked to her walk-in closet and disappeared inside, a few minutes later she emerged dressed in a pair of black leggings and a pink shirt, she turned to smile at him and then walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, Michael's mind was reeling at the effects this girl had on him, he yawned and felt tired suddenly, he lifted his hand to his head and felt the slight warmth of a fever start to color his cheeks red, he laid his head on the pillow and closed his eyes, the pain was starting to throb intensely in his head, he tried to breathe deeply to control the pain but it did no good, he knew that he would either suffer the pain or ask for some relief, he chose to suffer.

He felt lost, he opened his eyes to the brightness of a new day, he winced as the light hit his eyes and he tried to cover his eyes with his hand, his hand felt heavy and numb but it moved on command and settled over his eyes, he sat there trying to figure out where he was, he looked around but did not find anything familiar about the place, he moved and felt pain cursing through his body, slowly centering on his head, he put the heels of his hands against his throbbing temples and that is how Kyra found him a few minutes later.

Kyra walked out of the bathroom 20 minutes later and gasped at the perfect view, Michael had fallen asleep once again, his face bathed softly by the light filtering through the blinds made her wish to cry, his lips were slightly opened, his lashes softly resting on his stubbled cheeks, his left hand was raised above his head half closed, like a baby's in sleep, his right hand rested over his heart, Kyra felt something stir in her chest and realized that she had again fallen completely in love with this man, he was so sweet awake and looked angelic when he slept, she smiled and softly walked out of the bedroom closing the door behind her.

With his face splattered against the glass he saw Madeleine walking toward the aerie, he had to think fast, Nikita was becoming their best operative, she would not be able to function well without Michael, they had been the perfect team and could be again, once her programming had been destroyed he knew they would again be the best team they had, and he needed every team he had to fight George and Adrian, he did not wish to cancel her and a few others who would fight her cancelation, he slowly said the words he knew would make her let go.

Kirsten woke to find herself in a warm embrace, she lifted her head to watch Stefan's brown wavy head rest gently on her breast, the man was alseep and she took advantage to truly enjoy this man's features, Stefan was young late 20's, he was tall over 5'10 slim build, But with nice defined muscles, his skin was pale but not ghostly, his lashes rested softly on his cheeks, his eyes were chocolate brown, warm and soft, behind his glasses, she lifted a hand and caressed his barely stubbled cheek, she smiled at the baby soft feel of that stubble, she was startled when he opened his eyes and gazed directly at her, he blinked his eyes several times to get the sleep out of them, then he looked at her and smiled, she returned his warm smile, he sat up without his eyes leaving hers, he stood and offered her his hand, she put her small hand in his and he lifted her up off the couch, he took his finger and rubbed gently at her lower lip, slowly his eyes shifted from her eyes to her lips and back again, he suddenly pulled her flush against him and bent his head to kiss her.

50 Minutes later Kirsten was sobbing loudly in Stefan's arms, Stefan had been trying for the past 30 minutes to calm the girl down, he had listened to the officer tell Kirsten that her parents had died in a car accident that morning, Kirsten had taken a deep breath and thanked the officer, she stood and walked to the kitchen served herself a glass of water and waited for him to leave, as soon as Stefan surrounded her with his arms she broke, the tears falling unheeded down her pink cheeks.

Michael had slept for several hours, the deep satisfying sleep had done him good, he felt stronger and more awake than before, he slid his hands under him and slowly lifted himself into a seating position, he groaned under his breath at the pain and dizziness the new position gave him but he bore it silently, he moved his heavy legs to the side of the bed and slowly stood, holding on to the bed post, he finally was able to stand, the powerful dizziness assailed him again and he almost lost his grip on the bedpost as he doubled over in pain, he sat down again and took deep breaths, trying to control the pain and dizziness he felt.

Slowly the pain passed but the dizziness stayed, he lifted himself into a standing position again and he took slow careful steps, his legs shook severely as he took each step, but he had to do this, he walked to the bathroom and did his ablutions, after that he walked slowly to the door and opened it, he tried to see in the darkness of the room, he touched the wall beside him and found a switch, he turned it and soft light flooded the room, he looked around as he walked to the livingroom, each step came easier than the last and soon he was no longer holding onto the wall for support, he had walked toward the kitchen when he saw a few strands of firegold hair peeking from the side of the couch, he walked to the sofa and gasped at the view he found there, Kyra was sleeping peacefully, her face softly bathed by the moonlight filtering through the window, her lashes touched her cheek softly, her skin was pale and milky and his eyes strayed toward her red lips, he was tempted to taste those lips, he imagined they tasted of honey, his breathing quickened as he saw her stir, her hands were gathered under her chin, he felt a tenderness for this girl that he did not know he possesed, he slowly turned and walked back to the bedroom, he laid down and tried to think about his life once again, but all he could see were firegold hair and soft red lips.

Kyra stood and walked to the window, she opened the blinds and let the full rays of the moon come into her flat, she turned and walked to the bedroom, she carefully opened the door and gazed inside, she saw Michael lying in bed with his eyes closed, but as she approached the bed his eyes flew open and they locked with her blue-gray ones, she felt a shiver go down her spine at the intensity of that jade green gaze, he smiled and lifted his hand for her to join him in bed, she took the proffered hand and slowly took a seat beside him.

Kyra took the glass and set it on the night table, she then proceeded to sit down and talk to him about anything he wanted, he asked her where he was, how he got there, she tried to jog his memory with phrases or images but nothing worked, they stayed awake till late, she had seen his eyelids start to get heavy and she helped him lay down, she tenderly caressed his face and hair until his features went lax and the sound of his soft breathing was the only sound heard in the flat.

Nikita had been sent on 2 missions before being allowed to travel to Toronto, she arrived that morning and had found her accomodations much better, she would be staying at a nice little cottage outside the city, she gathered her belongings and proceeded to find Baxter and interrogate him, since the man had disappeared after her last visit she imagined the man knew more than he had told her and she was determined to find him and through him find Michael.

Nikita did not trust Section one's file on Stefan, she had been able to tunnel into Section 4's mainframe and read his File, it was impressive, he was level 4, a bioweapons expert, she realized that the other section's had more freedom and a better life, she watched as the man entered his bldg. And she followed him in, she stood waiting for the elevator that would take her to the 4 th. Floor where Stefan lived, while he took the mail out and proceeded to the elevator, they stood waiting for the elevator together, Nikita knew she was recognizable in all the sections for the simple reason that she was Michael's partner, She maintained her head lowered and her hair in her face.

Stefan thought that it was weird that this girl did not take the stairs everyone knew that the elevator was malfunctioning and all in the bldg. Would tell their friends and visitors that the elevators did not work, so he walked toward the elevator and stood there studying the girl, after 10 minutes he had realized she was section and he slowly sighed and turned toward the stairs, he climbed the stairs quickly and exited through the 3rd. Floor, he took the fire escape and left the area, he had to contact his station and find out what was going on.

Nikita walked inside and a tall, brunnette welcomed her, Nikita asked to speak to Stefan Liesky and she was told Mr. Liesky had taken a sabbatical and would not be avilable for 1 year. Nikita tried to gain any intel about his whereabouts but the Brunnette who was appropriately named **Barbie** told her that Stefan had taken a sabbatical in Nepal, Nikita thanked the girl and left the bldg. She was fumming by the time she arrived at her cottage and she contacted Birkoff and screamed at him for not telling her that Stefan's bldg.'s elevator was out of order.

"Dr. Closter my name is Nicole I am a friend of Stefan's and I have not been able to find him, I need urgently to speak to him, he once told me that if I needed to contact him i could come to you and ask for your help, i don't mean to bother you but I must speak to Stefan it's a matter of life or death" Nikita lowered her lashes to cover her deep blue eyes and trying to act coy and sweet, she begged God to not strike her down for what she was about to do.

Kyra woke up to find herself alone in bed, she jumped and looked all over the flat, she did not find Michael anywhere, but as she had started to panic the bathroom door squeaked open and she turned to watch a puff of steam escape the bathroom as the door opened and then Michael walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist, his skin glistening in the soft light of the room, his hair curling softly around his face and neck, she gazed lovingly at his chest, drops of water slowly making their way down and getting lost below the towel, she gazed at how beautiful his body was and how slim his hips were compared to the expanse of his shoulders. she felt her heart pounding against her breast and her breathing quicken, her blood rushed rapidly making her deaf to anything but that sound.

Stefan smiled, he knew that this girl was trouble and he would not meet her, too much at risk " ask walter about Ramona, he will tell you that Ramona is a beautiful woman with big breasts and shiny black hair past her waist, ask him what I did for her, then send the necessary information to this acct. Berliotz@Can-e-mail.canada The acct. Will be active for 24 hours if within this time limit I do not receive the information it will deactivate and I will disappear."

Nikita smiled as she sent the information about Michael to Stefan she had been instructed to not send a picture, just vital intel about where he had been and what he was doing there, this was not a sanctioned cooperation between them if their respective heads of operations found out they would both be in abeyance enjoying the visit of section one's twins of terror, she was not looking forward to working THAT close with the twins, they creeped her out, even when she was programmed she did not like working with them.

Michael sat on the window seat of Kyra's flat, he watched the city and tried to remember, but the effort gave him a tremendous head ache, he sighed wearily and rested his head on the wall behind him, the pain increasing slowly as he forced himself to remember, he heard Kyra coming out of the bathroom and stood to go to her but suddenly a sharp pain shot through his head, he doubled over and collapsed against the couch, his hands holding his head tightly as he tried to understand why he hurt.

Kyra had heard Michael's moan and rushed to him, she saw him try to stand and then his eyes rolled back, his lashes fluttering wildly, she watched him collapse and she kneeled beside him, taking his face between her hands she tried to rouse him, his breathing was labored and she saw a tear escape from under his lashes, she checked his neck and sighed in relief that his heart was still beating, he was so pale, she slowly pulled him up on the couch and ran to the bedroom to get a pillow, she sat beside the couch and gently lifted his head to push the pillow under, as she laid his head on the pillow a few drops of blood slipped from his nose, she took a kleenex and cleaned his nose as best as she could, she was worried about this collapse, he had been alright for the past 2 days since he finally woke, he had been slow and in pain but he was getting much better.

Kyra gazed at Michael's prone form on the couch, she smiled softly and spoke without thinking " I wish I could keep him **sigh** But he is not a dog, if he wants to stay once he recovers fully he can, but I've got a feeling he will want to leave, he doesn't belong here Kirsten" Kyra lowered her face and allowed a few tears to escape her eyes. " he is too perfect, even if he wanted to stay how could he, he must have a family somewhere, maybe a wife and kids, as soon as he recovers some more I will find a way to make him remember."

Michael's first thought was pain, it was intense and all encompassing, it radiated through out his body and settled behind his eyes, he raised his hand to cover his eyes and felt a soft breath stir beside him, he slowly opened his eyes and squinted the blurry image became clearer, he blinked his lashes a few times and finally his vision cleared, he looked at kyra's tear ravaged face and looked around the room, his eyes settled on kirsten's smile as she stood and walked toward the kitchen, he returned his Jade gaze to Kyra's and sighed, he raised his left hand to touch the bridge of his nose with index and thumb, he tried to remember what had happened but nothing came to mind, he again looked at kyra and he cupped her face with his hand " what happened?" his voice coarse and scratchy, Kirsten offered a glass of water and Kyra helped him sit up to drink.

Nikita sat at the stairs of the Royal Ontario Museum, she had spent a good 4 hours enjoying the art housed there, but she kept thinking about how much Michael would have enjoyed the museum, she remembered the time they had spent in Rome, they had gone to the museum there and Michael had been mesmerized by everything, she knew he loved art and was probably greatly influenced by it as he grew up, she smiled as she imagined Michael as a child, a somber quiet boy with the most alluring red curls and brightest emerald green eyes, then the face of another little boy, this one with Dark brown hair and the most expressive brown eyes came to mind and she shivered ** I wonder if Adam is ok? Does he cry for Michael at night?** Nikita shook herself and stood, ** better not think about this now or I'll make myself miserable** she grabbed the souvenirs she bought for Birkoff and Walter and started to walk, she was so immersed in her thoughts that she did not notice the man watching her intently.

He had been amazed to read that this woman had survived the reprogramming that section 4 had been developing for years now, he knew that the first subject had been wiped clean, no memory of anything, but this was new, Madeleine had used a deviation of the original methods, using less drugs and more negative influences made the subject more suceptible to being returned to their original state of mind, so she had used the help of drugs being administered to Nikita at home to keep her under the regime. he read that Michael had been able to return Nikita to a semblance of what she used to be, but she still had many atributes left over from the reprogramming.

For one she was less prone to care about innocents except children, if any child was involved she would die to protect it **that is amazing! She is perfect for section 4, why didn't they ever send her to us?** then he read Michael's deviation after his wife had died and he understood, ** Nikita was meant to keep him in line and it worked until they realized the duo was powerful and they had used the reprogramming to separate them** he smiled at seeing that Michael and Nikita had become even closer after she was deprogrammed.

Michael took Kyra's hand in his and kissed each finger tenderly, savoring her sweet taste, he slowly lifted his eyes to gaze into her blue ones and gasped at the emotions filling her eyes, He pulled her closer to him and lifted a finger to caress her mouth, his finger gently rubbing her lower lip seductively, she closed her eyes and pulled his finger into her mouth, laving it with her tongue, she heard him gasp at the feelings she created in him, slowly Michael pulled his finger out of her mouth and lowered his mouth to hers, taking her mouth softly, gently his tongue Lapping at her lips, His hot tongue slipped between her lips, mating with her mouth, Kyra settled her hands on his hips, pressing him closer. She ground against his rapidly hardening arousal, hiking one leg up and around his waist.

Michael stood Bringing Kyra along, he let her slide down his body and gasped at the sheer sensations she brought forth, Kyra felt his arousal jump as she reached the floor, she lifted her gaze to Michael's and their eyes shimmered with passion for each other, Michael took her hand and pulled toward the bedroom, once beside the bed, Michael lifted Kyra's dress off caressing her breasts tenderly first with his eyes and then with his hands, His fingers trailed gently down her arms, the sides of her breasts, stopping on the soft skin of her rear.

Kyra wasn't certain what woke her up at first, she'd thought it was a nightmare, an echo of a scream heard only in her own head. Then, coming completely awake instantly, she realized it hadn't even been a scream, it had only been a soft, almost inaudible cry from Michael as he slept. She squinted at him intently and saw his face tormented, his mouth turned down. His jaws were obviously clenched. What moved Kyra to his side was not his expression, but the tears coursing down his cheeks. She touched his face very lightly, hesitantly, whispering almost fearfully.

Kyra's voice cut through to him; he came instantly and startlingly alive, gripping her forearm painfully hard before he knew it was she. When his instinct kicked in and he recognized her face a second later his expression gentled and he relaxed his hold, praying he hadn't broken her wrist. He hadn't known he'd been so exposed to her gaze earlier, and she wouldn't tell him yet. She treasured the intimate glimpse into his troubled psyche, and it gave her an insight she hadn't possessed earlier. She hid her pain from him, he wouldn't want to know he'd wounded her.

He was startled and surprised when she leaned forward and timidly pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek. His heart skipped a beat and his eyes closed for a moment while he savored the almost painful sweetness of her touch. When she slowly drew back from him, he felt another pain, that of disappointment and a sense of loss. Without giving himself time to think, he pulled her close again and this time, the surprise was hers. He kissed her very tenderly, almost carefully, fully expecting her to jerk away from him in outrage or complete mistrust and wipe her hand across her mouth in astonishment. When she didn't, he took a chance and released her hands to slide his arms around her, still kissing her. He felt her mouth yield against his and he opened his eyes to slits to see if she was as abandoned to emotion as he was. Her eyes were closed, she seemed relaxed, and he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, barely, testing her response to him.

She couldn't possibly have felt his heart pounding as if unanchored behind his ribs yet she reached up between them and pressed her palm against his bare chest, near his heart. He caught his breath inaudibly as a fire shot through him from the point of contact straight to his groin. He closed his eyes then, knowing he should stop what was happening between them; knowing it would complicate not only the present, but their future lives; knowing it put them both in a dangerous situation if he should ever regain his memory... but Kyra's soft hands on his skin, her lips warm and ready on his mouth, his aching, bone-deep need for her closeness, everything together worked against him until finally, with a faint sigh of something like relief, he gave up the fight.

He slid his hands up under the robe and pushed it off her shoulders, then lifted Kyra in his arms, lowered her onto the bed and joined her there, pulling the blankets over them both, his eyes never leaving her, although he wanted to take in every detail of her lithe body. He wanted nothing more in life than to cover her with his own body and use up the rest of the day in pure pleasure, but he couldn't be selfish, they had spent hours making love the night before and he knew she must be sore, he pulled away from her and moved to the side of the bed, Kyra whimpered softly as his warmth left her and she opened her eyes, she saw the dejected set of his shoulders and she kneeled behind him.

Kyra was mute, overcome by emotion. She felt herself blushing furiously, and was grateful he couldn't see her color. She braved his dark cravings and put her hand on his chest, feeling the trip-hammer beat of his heart. She heard him suck in a breath quietly between clenched teeth and she longed to throw sensibility away and do everything possible to unhinge his body and mind and bring him to a release he'd never felt before.

Michael turned and kneeled beside the bed, She gave him a teasing look that disappeared as he began pressing kisses on the sensitive flesh of her inner arm. He nipped the skin at the crook of her elbow, and she felt the results of that gentle touch spread throughout the rest of her body. Her breaths came faster and her head drifted to the side, tempting him with the clean, swanlike curve of her neck. He quickly succumbed to the temptation and brushed away the hair lying over her shoulders, clearing a path for his lips to trace. Her arm…her shoulder…her neck…her earlobe…His lips finally reached her own, and she reached for his mouth hungrily. He teased her for a moment with quick, light kisses and then covered her mouth completely, shifting his hands up to cup her head, touch her hair. She sighed languorously, her breath warm on his lips, and pushed her tongue into his mouth. He let her take the lead, enjoying her aggressiveness. Her tongue danced in his mouth, now sliding against his, now pulling out to lick at his lips, now sweeping around his mouth in an effort to taste all of him.

When she began sucking on his tongue, pulling it into her mouth, he decided it was time to retake control. His hands began wandering, placing light touches on her meant to arouse rather than satisfy. At the feel of his talented fingers skimming down the sides of her breasts, she quickly became distracted from her pursuit of his tongue. Instead, she began kissing the column of his throat, pausing occasionally to moan her approval into his skin. His fingers reached her hips and began kneading the flesh there.

Kirsten stood and nodded her head, he finished fixing the food and placed the plates on the table, Kyra walked out of the room wearing a Purple sweater and black leggings, she took a seat at the table and ate with Gusto, Michael did the same, Kirsten sat there watching them act as if Kirsten had not interrupted them, Kirsten smiled and started to dig in to the food, the eggs were delicious, and the bacon devine, just perfect, when they finished Kyra stood and took a seat at the window, kirsten followed her as Michael proceeded to wash the dishes.

Michael stared out the window, not really seeing what was in front of him. He closed his eyes briefly a flash of pain written all over his face. " Kyra I don't remember who or what I am, the scars my skin bears are too many for a simple explanation, Kyra you look at me and see deep inside, it scares me to know you can see my soul, that you can read me so well" Michael moved to kneel before Kyra and proceeded " Kyra i cannot offer you anything, what if I am a criminal? What if I hurt you? I couldn't stand it if I did" he stood and walked to the bedroom.

Kirsten took the vial and her yes widened at reading the label. She looked at kyra and kneeled beside her, she opened her hand and the vial fell out, Kyra took it and read it " Morphine" Kyra pressed her fingers into Michael's neck, his heartbeat was slow, too slow, his breathing shallow, Kyra took the syringe and held it against the light, she saw that it had ben filled, she looked at Kirsten, tears falling down her cheeks, they both understood that Michael would die, his body could not fight the amount of Morphine cursing through it.

Stefan pondered her words, he understsood perfectly what it felt like to choose someone's life over your own, he had done the same when he was a student and decided to give Lyza her wish, she had been suffering from bone cancer for years and she had finally gotten to the critical state, he had given her the mortal dose of Morphine and held her till she died, her perfect face forever kept young, he had been too distraught to keep what he did a secret he told her parents that he had freed her and they had called the police, he had gone to trial for murder and 6 months later woke up in section 4 , he had used his expertise with drugs to survive, he had been trained in all types of drugs and given a semblance of a life, he understood what Michael wished to do, spare the girl the pain of his rebuff once he regained his memory.

Kyra was so engrossed in her memories of the last 2 days, she did not notice Michael waking until she heard a soft moan, she looked down and saw his brow furrowing as his head moved on the pillow. He muttered something under his breath and a sigh escaped him as he went still once more, whatever nightmare had gripped him seeming to fade. Silent for a long moment, only the sound of his breathing in the room, and then he gave an anguished moan, twisting on the bed and whispering the same word over and over: "Non..."

In his dream he was somewhere dark and cold, shivering and hugging arms to himself as he moved through the darkness, looking for some way out. And with the darkness was an anxiety, a knowledge that *they* were out there somewhere, taunting him with the promise of freedom, of release. As he walked the feeling of being watched grew so that he imagined he saw the red flash of their eyes every time he turned his head, his movements becoming slower and slower as the darkness enfolded him. Cold seeped into his bones, making him shiver spasmodically, and every step was like pushing through some unseen barrier.

However, the worst part of the side effects seemed to be the overwhelming depression that he was experiencing, the Morphine was known to increase this feeling when overdosed and the special brew Stefan had created to battle the Morphine's effects also made this a critical situation. At some point, Kyra realized that Michael's mood had changed radically, becoming more and more despondent as time went on. She tried to talk to him, to help him pull himself out of the darkness that threatened to engulf him.

" Kyra he took a rather large overdose of Morphine, it should have killed him but it did not, the drugs I introduced into his system to keep him alive have a unique side effect, they make the subject extremelly despondent and depressed, he will not speak to you or respond to you until he is ready, we must understand that we do not know him, his past or what he used to be like, all we have is the last 3 months he's been here, and most of that time he has been ill"

"Kyra I have to go, I need to meet someone, if for any reason I do not call you tonight at 1 am I want you to take Michael and Kirsten and run" Kyra wanted to ask him to explain but he stopped her and kept speaking " this is the address of a farm house I have, it is safe, no one knows I have this, if you do not hear from me by 1 am you go there and hide ok, PROMISE ME YOU WILL" the last was punctuated by Stefan grabbing Kyra's arms and squeezing hard.

Kyra sat on the window seat, Kirsten had packed all their belongings and had an explorer ready just in case, Michael laid on the bed blissfully unaware of the rapidly deteriorating situation around him, Kyra checked the clock again 1:05 am she had to do as he asked, Kyra stood and nodded to Kirsten who ran out the door and started the truck, Tony had been called to help kyra move Michael to the truck, Now Kyra sat in the back seat of the black explorer holding Michael in her arms as they left the city toward Quebec, kirsten drove carefully while trying to get there as fast as Possible, they had 48 hours to reach the farm house, Kyra had tried calling Stefan but there had been no answer, Kirsten had cried for hours while driving along the Canadian highway.

Kirsten had been driving for 7 hours straight, she was exhausted and hungry, she had already eaten the whole bag of chips, the 3 sandwiches and the 12 cans of soda they had brought, she looked at the rear view mirror and watched as the two occupants in the back seat slept. ** I guess a small pit stop to refresh myself and grab some goodies won't hurt** Kirsten saw the gas station and stopped, she was about to get out of the truck when Kyra spoke " get me some Advil and some water, also try and find me something to keep him awake, he is sleeping too much."

Kyra sat up and looked at his changeable green-gray eyes and sighed " Stefan told me that if he did not contact me by 1 am last night I had to leave and take you and Kirsten with me, we are going to his farm, in Quebec" Kyra saw that Michael was squirming some and knew he needed to go to the bathroom, she helped him sit up and carefully walked with him to the bathroom, she left him do his ablutions and stood by the door waiting for him to call her.

Kirsten woke up and stretched, she turned her head and saw the most beautifully sweet sight in her life, Kyra was lying on her back, left arm stretched above her head, her right hand was caressing Michael's nape as his head rested on her abdomen, his arms were circling her and Kirsten could see a soft smile on his face, Kirsten looked at Kyra and found herself gazing into shiny dark blue eyes, Kyra smiled softly and looked back down at Michael.

Kirsten decided to get up and leave the couple alone for a while, she dressed in jeans and sweater and grabbed her jacket, she waved at Kyra and Kyra smiled and waved back lifting 3 fingers in the air signaling Kirsten to return in 30 minutes, Kirsten shook her head and laughed, she took a long walk down to the horse stalls and watched a nice looking man riding a palfrey, she had just started to relax when she checked her watch and saw it had already been 1 hour since she left, she turned and ran to the inn, barreling through the door Michael jerked awake and Kyra ran out of the bathroom, Kirsten watched Kyra helping Michael sit up and she decided to take the bags to the truck, she returned to the room and helped Kyra drag Michael into the truck, she was very worried about this weakness he was experiencing, Stefan had said it would be a few days, but it had already been a week and he still could not manage to walk on his own.

Nikita watched as Madeleine stopped her pacing and turned to look at her, dark chocolate eyes penetrated Nikita's blue ones and made her fidget, she had never seen Madeleine like this it was like.... Nikita gasped and gazed at Madeleine intently, she closed her eyes and remembered Birkoff's behavior and shivered. ** could Oversight have used the reprogramming on section? That would be too difficult unless it had been started long ago**

Davenport shook his head " Nikita he was wiped clean, he does not remember anything of the last 20 years, he thinks that Adrian is still running this place, he tried to take the bomb and kill her but I found him before Operations did and was able to take him to Dr. Traversy she is working on trying to bring him back to his former self, it is difficult, Operations found out and we had to lie about Walter's reactions, Operations thinks the man freaked and tried to kill himself"

She drove through the gate and parked in front of the chateau, it was old, maybe 200 years, she looked at the exquisite garden to the right and admired the intricacy of the front door, she left the truck and entered the code, the door opened and the lights came on, she turned to the truck and smiled at kyra, Kirsten walked to the truck and helped Kyra get Michael to the bedroom, they decided to put him in the master bedroom upstairs, the huge bed sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by plants and furniture, all looked like antiques and Kirsten was afraid to touch anything, they settled Michael on the bed and she left kyra to undress him while she went to get the suitcases and park the explorer in the garage.

Michael lifted the glass to his wrist and took a deep breath, closing his eyes he started to push the edge of the glass against his wrist, he felt the sharp pain and saw the blood bubbling from the cut, he pressed harder until he saw the amount of blood on the floor, he let go of the glass and stood, he opened the door and walked to the bed and sat against the back board, he raised his knees to his chest his left arm held across his middle, hidden by the robe he wore.

She stood and left the room, leaving Kyra to attempt to stop the bleeding in Michael's wrist, she lifted his limp arm above his head and cleaned the wound, she applied some alcohol. a while later she heard Kirsten walk back into the room and saw her hand taking over for Kyra's, she took the needle and thread and proceeded to stitch his wrist back together, she wished she could just take him to a doctor but it would be too much to explain and she had stitched up wounds before.

Kyra knew that he would be in pain when he woke up and his weakness would be doubled, she made sure he was resting comfortably before leaving him to clean the bathroom, kirsten had decided to go and get supplies and when she returned Kyra had most of their belongings in their respective bedrooms, Kyra had decided to stay with Michael until he was better, she had to watch him and make him want to live, It would be a long and difficult task but she was willing to save him and give him a semblance of a normal life.

" you lost alot of blood and need to rest, lay back I will be here beside you I promise" she sat beside Michael and took his hand in hers, he felt her warmth and experienced a feeling of comfort and happiness he had never felt before, he smiled at Kyra and felt his body relaxing, her touch was soothing to his damaged soul, he did not remember his life but he knew that there was too much pain and damage in him, he would take advantage of this new chance at life to enjoy it to it's fullest, he felt his eyelids starting to get heavy and he sighed as he closed his eyes and allowed Kyra to take care of him.

Kirsten slowly made her way toward the woods behind the chateau, she had been trying to control her grief about loosing Stefan but watching Michael attempt suicide again made her feel worthless, she had taken the path and suddenly found herself in what looked like a park, she had not realized she had walked over 20 miles and was now in the edge of the Mont Tremblant provincial park, she saw a bench and decided to sit down, there was a soft rain coming down and the night had already fallen. Kirsten pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, she started to shudder with the pain and memories of her few days of happiness with Stefan.

Living alone in the house, their house had become unbearable. He put the house up for sale and sold it almost immediately. The buyers were surprised that he had included almost all of the furnishings. All but a few treasured keepsakes. Everything else had to go. The first apartment he had looked at became his new home. Home. He really couldn't describe where he was living as a "home". His apartment was just somewhere he could sleep, eat, and keep what few belongings he had left.

He pulled himself into the bed and sat against the head board watching Kirsten Crooning to Kyra, tears slipped from his heavy lidded eyes and he felt a sharp pain making it's way across his head, from temple to temple, he brought his hands up to massage his temple and that is when he heard Kyra moaning softly, he lifted his weary head toward the sound and saw her head tossing side to side, he stood and walked unsteadily toward them, Kirsten lifted her gaze and wished him dead For the pain inflicted upon Kyra.

Kyra touched Michael's cheek and felt the fever ragging, she took his right wrist and checked his pulse, it was racing, his skin was clammy and sweaty, she imagined he was suffering from an infection due to the cut in his wrist, she tried to make him look at her, but as he Raised his Dark Jade eyes she saw he was blind to the world around him, again his eyes were glazed and unfocused and he shivered badly, she pulled him against her and took the blanket from the chair, she covered him with it as Kirsten walked into the room.

Michael sat on the bed in the same position for a couple of hours. He couldn't be sure as he struggled up from his blessed lack of awareness. The shivers had slowed but not stopped, he was still cold. He knew he was still somewhat shocky. He looked at his left wrist, Judging by the amount of blood on his bandages, his blood loss could have been called life threatening. But still here he was. Alive... No, existing only and not in the best form either he thought grimly.

Kirsten looked at him and knew she should not hate him, he had reacted not thought of what he did, but still he had knocked Kyra out and left her with a huge head ache and a nice bump on the back of her head, Kirsten loked at the man, he was still shaking and his breathing was still somewhat erratic, she re-bandaged his wrist and took the syringe filled with the antibiotics, she took his arm, he did not react, she found the vein and was about to prick his skin with the needle when he spoke.

Kirsten walked slowly, she did not want to arrive too early, she had not stopped thinking about the man with the umbrella since she had returned that night, so many things had happened since then, it had already been 6 weeks and she was worried he might not return to the park, she had been going there for the last 12 days since Michael had recoverd enough to be left alone with Kyra, she was still apprehensive about leaving Kyra with Michael, but she could not baby Kyra all the time, and Michael had not hurt Kyra since that first time.

Another flash shows Michael is speeding in on a motorcycle. A semi truck has been parked in his way so he flips the motorcycle on its side and slides under the truck all the while still shooting at Brevich's men…He hears Nikita as he nears the hut, "I told you…I don't even know who you are." Michael breaks in and shoots everybody except Brevich. He tells Brevich the man that killed his son is dead and then kills him. Michael goes over to Nikita and unties her. Her face is bruised from the pistol-whipping, but other than that she is fine.

Michael flashes to a farmhouse and he is with… the mother of Section, but she is different. He wants her help, but Adrian is not sure it is possible… she is growing weaker and weaker. Michael sees to the care of the woman he will always admire and respect, but he has no answers. It flashes again to find him viewing a feed Adrian made before her collapse, "What you need to know is this. Nikita can be saved. Your primary focus will be stimulating obstructed emotions. Sympathy, fear and love. It may be too late for me but you might be able to return Nikita to the way she was."

He looked beside him and watched Kyra sleeping, he smiled at her sweet, innocent face, her hair spread out like fire wings of an angel, he sighed and stood, he walked to the kitchen and sat looking out the bay window, he didn't know the date or year, he just knew he now remembered his life, and it was dangerous for him to stay, he did not wish to leave, this was a good life, they had money and he loved Kyra, but if section found them Kyra and Kirsten would be canceled, he slipped off the chair and huddled in the corner and brought his hands to his face.

After swiftly helping her lower his Pajama pants, Michael raised Kyra up slightly along the wall. Sliding a hand between her thighs, he felt her wet and ready for him. Parting her warm folds, Michael began his entrance. Kyra gasped at the overwhelming sensation of having Michael in her again. In her excited state, she threw her hands up against the wall. Michael grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the wall while pushing himself into her repeatedly - his desire to become one with her very apparent.

His thoughts welled from deep within his psyche. So long... It had been so long that he had held his heart in check, cut himself off from feeling, from letting himself dare to believe that there was still love meant for him. he had imagined that he would never love another except Nikita, but as he looked at this wonderful woman beside him, he realized that he could not return to section, he was alive, finally his soul had been saved by an angel who took him in so many what? Months? Years ago? He sighed and shivered as his mind reminded him of his first love, his heart belonged to Adam first. But this..... this woman, this musicmagic being - this was a gift he had been totally unprepared for. She was like his alter-ego.

Bidden by an impluse beyond his control, his hands began to caress her shoulders, roving over her arms, then feathering down her back and over the soft curves of her hips. His fingers strayed into the cleft between them, parting, sliding, exploring, testing, teasing. He felt her stir, her legs tangling with his, her hips pressing against his side, opening to his touch, the heat between them smoldering, waiting to be reignited into flame with a single kiss.

"Mmmm, Michael." Kyra, barely wakened, breathed the words into his mouth as her hand moved to find his body ready and waiting. Her fingers strayed lightly over the length of him, and she smiled as his breath quickened and his blood flowed. Already she was delighting in her newfound power. She lifted her hips and stretched herself over him until the tip of him lay at her gate, its delicate pressure seeking entrance with increasing insistence.

Kyra lay quietly watching Michael sleeping next to her, the perilous and wonderful events of the previous night flooding her mind. Her muscles contracted as her body remembered every incredible detail of their love-making. She slowly stretched, moving carefully so as not to wake him just yet. She refrained from reaching out to touch his face, content instead with studying his untroubled features, admiring his full mouth - how it had possessed her! - and his long eyelashes, veiling those all-consuming eyes.

She shivered as she remembered how she found him, tears streaming down his face sitting on the kitchen floor, she looked up at him and slowly closed her eyes as her hyperactive brain managed to start a questions fest, **what happened? Did he remember? What did he remember? Was Stefan right about Michael? was he as dangerous as he seemed? ** she was startled as she felt Michael's mouth descend on her breast, she shivered again and arched up.

Michael could remember the pain of betrayal by section as they took his infant son away, his little cold body wrapped in one of his colorful shirts, ever since that day he had never worn colors again, it had been his private mourning for the son who had only 3 weeks to live, he attempted to connect who the mother of that child was but all he could see was pale firegold hair and deep blue-gray eyes, he slowly Lifted his gaze to Kyra's and whispered " Help Me Please" Kyra pulled him against her and he allowed her to pull him into bed once again and cradled in her arms he slowly slipped into a deep restless sleep.

They had left the farm and enjoyed their first anniversary dinner in Montreal, it had been a treat to take the day off from work and stay at a nice hotel, Michael had made sure she did nothing at all, Kyra and Michael had decided to take a walk down to the park, they were walking toward the museum when someone ran toward them and took her purse, Michael took off after him and Kyra followed, she entered the alley as the shot rang out, she saw Michael slam against the wall and the man stand over him, she heard the man speak, the accent thick and German " this time you will stay dead Michael"

Michael began to stumble through the dark alley, his gait beginning to weave. He could feel the blood oozing down his leg. He placed a tentative hand across his abdomen, not to stop the blood flow as he knew it would be a futile act, but more to support the pain that had gripped him like a vice. He looked around through the darkness, not sure if it was darker in this section of the alley or if his grasp at remaining conscious was weakening. He leaned with his back against a wall and let himself slide down slowly, knees drawn up tight against his chest; arm still tucked across his abdomen. Thoughts flooded into his head…An oriental woman with warm eyes, a beautiful blonde amazon smiling at him, a dark haired boy crying at a grave. They slammed into him with a force he was not ready for, surging forth in a tidal wave of despair. He reflected on his life…if that was what you could call it he thought with bitterness. How long…how long had it been since he was really alive. With a certain amount of self-loathing he realized he couldn't even remember.

He could feel soft fingers caressing his hair and he slowly shifted his sight toward the side. Kyra, their eyes locked, It only took a second, but he could read all the flashes of emotion that flickered across her face. It was like watching a fast moving slide show. Surprise, concern, sympathy, anger, longing - all melted together and settled into something else. The look of unconditional love and acceptance stopped his breath for a moment.

Michael slowly opened his eyes and immediately seeked Kyra's eyes, they looked at each other and he smiled softly, Kyra squeezed his hand as she leaned over and Her lips brushed over his lightly, until he threaded his fingers through her silken tresses, cupped the back of her head and pulled her closer. Michael's tongue played with her lips, seeking entry and like the blossoming petals of a flower, she opened to him, allowed him to sweep inside her mouth and taste her, as she tasted him.

Unwittingly, his hand continued to stroke and rub his arousal, and he grew impossibly hard. Maybe he would just masturbate until he came. He slid his pajama bottoms down over his hips and his arousal sprang free. He rubbed the silken tip of his arousal, slick with moisture now, and tried not to utter a sound. Suddenly embarrassed that he was behaving like an adolescent, Michael rolled over onto his side, facing away from his wife. God, he hurt so bad now. The ache

Despite her awkward girth, she managed to close most of the distance between her body and Michael's. Just as he began to come, she hooked her leg over his hip, forcing him to ejaculate against the dark redblond curls protecting her femininity. If she could not have him inside her, she would still feel his hot life's essence dampening the thatch between her legs. The feel of that hot wetness between her legs brought Kyra to climax again, even more intensely than the

She got out of bed slowly, her 5 month pregnancy big and obstructive, she gently rubbed her abdomen talking to her unborn son ** I hope we didn't disturb you too much Luc but you must get used to how your parent's express their love, remember if you feel anything bumping you just know it's daddy and mommy loving each other ok? ** she felt a gentle movement below her hand she gasped and softly smiled knowing her son approved of his parent's love.

Michael stood in the doorway watching Kyra speak to their child, he felt his heart swell up with love for both of them, they had suffered through so much, this child was a blessing, not since Adam's Birth had he felt such pride in a child of his, he sighed at the memory of his first born thinking that maybe someday he would have his children meet, it was a fantasy and he admonished himself thoroughly, if he ever appeared at Elena's door Section would know he was

Michael lifted his gaze to watch his wife, she was so precious, a true gift from god, he had loved Nikita for so long that when he first started to love Kyra he felt like he was cheating Nikita of this life, he had even thought of contacting her and finding a way to bring her out of section, but then he had felt Kyra love him and all thoughts of Nikita and his previous life fluttered away with the breeze, he was free and he should enjoy his freedom, find a new love and become what he should have been if he had not met René.

Kyra lifted Michael's face and caressed his cheeks, she lifted herself to a sitting position and pulled Michael into a tight hug, Michael pulled away gazing into her loving eyes and kneeled before Kyra, taking her hands in his he kissed each finger lovingly, his tear filled eyes gazed into hers, he felt his life slowly slipping away and he begged god to not take his love away. Kyra pulled him up, his hands shaking as his soul battled the fear that cursed inside.

She sighed and returned to Matthew's office " Matthew Michael won't leave Kyra's side, we'll have to force him and you know that's not good for her, I suggest we sedate him and then Check Kyra out" Matthew looked at his pregnant wife and nodded, he knew that Kirsten and Kyra were extremely close and if Kirsten thought the best way to deal with this was by sedating Michael then she was right, he sighed and stood, taking the vial of sedative he withdrew a large amount and proceeded to walk to the examination room.

Michael jerked away, bringing his hand up to cover the mark, he looked at Kirsten with hate shinning in his bright green eyes. His vision started to weaver and blurr, he attempted to control the effects of the drug but was unable to, his muscles began to go lax, and he reached his hand to Kyra, she took it and pulled him flush against her as his body collapsed " Kyra" Michael whispered as his head flopped against her chest and she watched his eyelashes flutter and close hiding the pain shinning in those green depths.

" Michael it's ok, Matthew checked me and he said all is well, we're waiting for the blood tests to come back, but according to Matthew all should be fine" she lifted his hand to her mouth and kissed his calloused fingers, he sighed and attempted to sit up, Kyra took his hand and helped him up, but as he lifted his head to look around he felt the nausea attack him and he pushed Kyra aside and rushed to the waste basket where he heaved up his last meal.

Kirsten sat beside them until Michael could once again stand, Kirsten helped Kyra stand, Kyra took Michael's hand and helped him stand, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and leaned heavily on her, Kyra looked at Kirsten as she tried to keep Michael's still weak body standing, Kirsten took Michael's left side and they walked him to the bed, Kyra gently seated Michael and ran her fingers through his desheeveled curls, she loved to run her fingers through those silky curls.

" Michael there is no reason why i never saw the twins, I checked her completely and i never saw more than one baby, but of course the machines do make mistakes and the twin could have been hidding behind her spleen, it is common in multiples to hide until just before their birth. " he gazed at Michael's face and realized he had lost him somewhere along the way, for his eyes were glazed over and he was no longer paying attention, he was now rubbing his hands along Kyra's abdomen and sighing softly into her neck.

" Kyra, i've done many bad things, hurt people, i didn't want to but i did" he stopped in his ministrations and sat back admiring his wife, his heart filled with such tenderness for her and their children, he felt like life could not get better, he smiled as he gently reached out his hand to touch her swollen abdomen and laughed as his daughter decided it was time to let herself be known, he felt a soft movemnet and lifted his tear filled gaze to Kyra's face, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was even, he knew she had fallen asleep, he gently leaned in and kissed her abdomen whispering softly to his children " Je les ame mes enfants"

She watched Michael pale visibly and gasp at the news, he walked to Kyra's side, kneeling beside her he took her face in his hands and gently caressed her cheeks. " Kyra listen we need to talk but not now, now i must go and speak to Nikita " the moment he mentioned Nikita's name Kyra started to shake harder, she grabbed his hands and held them tight against her chest, she shook her head swiftly and lifted tear filled eyes to his " please don't, you can't leave please Michael don't leave me" she burried her face in his neck and he wrapped his arms around her trying to soothe her with soft spoken words.

Michael felt his heart do a flip as his eyes locked with Nikita's ** she had survived without him** that had always been his wish, to train her well enough for her to survive alone, he watched her leave and stood up, leaving Kirsten to hold Kyra he ran to the door and watched Nikita drive away, his soulmate had left him live his life in peace, he knew she would find a way to make sure he stayed dead to section, he sighed and walked back into the house, watching kyra's body shaking with sobs as she imagined he had left her alone, he took Kirsten's shoulders and pulled her away as he kneeled once again and cupped his wife's face in his hands, he lifted her face and kissed her lips.

Madeleine shook her head at his explanation " Nikita is too smart for her own good, she can lie and deceive as well as Michael, she proved that when she brought Adrian in, I still don't believe Michael is dead, that is too convenient, he has to be alive, and there is something that is making Nikita pause and let him live outside, whatever it is I will find it" she gazed at the small group exiting Munitions sensing their pain, she watched Nikita walk toward her quarters and she turned as she realized Operations had spoken.

He took the filled suitcases and loaded them into the truck, finally their whole life was inside that truck and they departed leaving the farm engulfed in flames, Michael drove carefully toward Matthew's house and entered the driveway, Matthew had packed his R.V. with everything they owned and Kirsten helped Kyra transfer to the R.V. while Michael hooked the Yukon, then as if by telepathy Kirsten took the wheel while Matthew and Michael climbed into the

Soon one of the operatives called for her and she walked to the area where he was, she kneeled down and read the marker on the grave. ** Michael Samuelle born ??? Died on March 16, 2000 ** the marker beside it said ** Kyra Samuelle Born September 13, 1975 Died March 16, 2000 ** Madeleine looked at the men " dig the bodies up, we will make sure it is Michael and his whore " she stood and walked hurriedly to the van, she took a seat and proceeded to advise Operations of the findings.

Kirsten lowered her hand to touch her unborn children, she was 8 months pregnant and should deliver within a few short weeks, she knew she would have twins just like Kyra, it was amazing how much alike they were, even now, they were the same height and weight, had both had the same color of blonde hair until Kyra colored hers back to her natural reddish blonde color, they both loved fiercely and would kill or die for each other.

Michael walked into the train station and to locker 53, he opened it and took the suitcase inside, he walked to the men's room and proceeded to destroy all the evidence of their lives, he then took the passports, and other papers and rushed back to the Hotel where Kyra laid in the middle of labor, he wanted to cry as he left the station, he was now officially dead, for all intents and purposes he was now Michel Vachon, an excentric art dealer who traveled with his family everywhere.

Matthew smiled " NO, no Cesarean just a small dose of a drug to induce the contractions, it will be painful for her" he saw Michael open his mouth to speak and he lifted a hand to silence him. " The contractions will be doubled, there will be no rest for her, but it is the only way the babies will come sooner, she can't take much more, she should have delivered the first already, but they are not moving at all" he felt Michael's muscles bunch up under his hand and wanted to order him to sleep but he would not, not until Kyra had delivered his children and they were asleep themselves.

Michael turned and felt his body weaken, he took a careful step and watched Kyra as another contraction cursed through her delicate body ** I am a monster for getting her pregnant, she should never have gone ahead with the pregnancy, she is too small and delicate for barring children, if anything happens to her or the babies i don't know what I'll do, it would be my fault** he shuddered and felt his knees buckling, he took one more step and collapsed beside Kyra, his head flopping on the pillow beside her, he closed his eyes and willed his body to stay consciouss, he felt a soft caress and his eyes Fluttered open, Kyra laid beside him caressing his cheek while she tried to control her breathing, he felt her trembling with the effort to keep her body going after almost 26 hours without sleep. He looked at her and smiled giving her the comfort she needed.

Kyra felt Michael's muscles relaxing under her caress, she smiled and tenderly ran her fingers down his cheek, feeling the softness of his 3 day growth of beard " rest my love, close your eyes and sleep some i will wake you when it's time to meet your children alright" she kissed her fingers and gently placed them on his lips, he whimpered and burried his face in the crook of her neck, he wanted to stay awake so badly but the sedative was affecting him, the combination of stress, exhaustion and lack of sleep and the drug took every ounce of energy he had and he drifted off to a restless sleep while his wife pushed and grunted with the need to bring her children to this world.

Kyra smiled and proceeded to explain what Matthew had done between contractions. Kirsten stood to go get some water and felt a twinge curse through her body, and something pop inside of her abdomen, she rushed to the bathroom and checked, indeed her water had broken and she knew what this meant, she would give birth soon " god why can't anything be easy for us? " she whispered as she leaned on the sink, she heard Kyra crying harder and walked out, praying the babies would take their sweet time arriving.

" Kyra stop, i need you to take deep breaths the head is out but we still need to get the body out and remember we still got one more baby to deliver so rest up while i take the baby out alright?" he noticed her paleness and her agitated state and worried about her, she was very small and had spent over 30 hours delivering this baby the next would be faster but they still had a long time to go, he slowly turned the bay's shoulders and held it while the baby slipped slowy out of Kyra.

Kyra tensed as another contraction cursed through her body, the drugs had left her body hours ago and she had lied about this, she had suffered through the most painful contractions she could imagine, she felt another contraction start and she gazed at kirsten, her face was pale and drawn, she knew something was wrong with Kirsten but could not ask for at this moment another contraction even stronger ripped through her body.

Michael's body started to shake with fear, he closed his eyes and begged god to not take his daughter away, he started to hyperventilate and tried to control it for Kyra's benefit. He was frightened of losing his daughter before he even met her, he slipped from under Kyra's shaking body and rushed to Matthew's side " do something Matthew please" he watched as Kyra tried to push but Matthew stopped her, Kirsten stood and took kyra's hand while Michael tried to disentagle the cord from around his daughter's neck, the baby was turning purple by now, his hands shaking and his breathing as erratic as ever he took the scissors and cut the cord off, immediately her tiny body slipped out of her mother's womb and laid lifeless in his hands, Matthew took the baby out of Michael's shaking hands and proceeded to slap the baby's bottom, nothing, the baby did not react.

Michael heard Kyra scream as she saw her daughter's skin color and he snapped out of it, he stood and ran to Kyra's side and took her in his arms, he tried to comfort her as her shaking body spasmed with not only the pain she felt but fear for losing her daughter " give her to me Matthew please" Kyra begged but Matthew did not acknowledge, he kept breathing for the tiny infant forcing life into her tiny body, suddenly a soft whimper rose from her body and her color started to become pink again, her eyes opened and she gave a full blown scream that made her father proud.

Matthew heard Kyra wanted to be beside Kirsten and he stood, taking Kirsten's under clothes off he prepared her for the pain she would soon go through, he sighed and shook his head at Kyra " Kyra you and Michael need to rest, I'll be fine, just rest please, Kirsten will still take a long time to deliver and i want both of you to sleep some ok" Michael sat beside his wife, his face drawn and pale, dark circles surrounding his eyes as he tried to keep them open.

Kyra Looked at Michael and found him almost passed out, his eyelashes were fluttering wildly as he attempted to stay awake, she pulled him to her and he collapsed against her breast, he tried to move but was unable to. the sedative was still cursing through his system and once the adrenaline wore off he could not fight it any longer, his eyes gazed one last time at Kyra's before drifting closed. He swiftly slipped into uncosnciousness as he wrapped his arms around his wife.

Matthew gently placed his hand on Kyra's abdomen and pushed until he felt the afterbirth come out, he wrapped it in a soft sheet and placed it beside the sink as he walked to the bathroom to get a pail of hot water. He returned to Kirsten's side and prepared himself to deliver his own children. ** what a crazy week this has been** he mussed as Kirsten started to push and he saw his firstborn's head crown ** so much for taking their time huh** he smiled at his wife and held her hand while she pushed her son out.

The doctor looked up toward the observation room and sighed, this was the 6 th. Time Madeleine asked the same question and the answer was the same, the remains were too disfigured and damaged for a normal DNA test they ad to do a new test which had a higher probability of success by scraping the heart, brain and spinal cord of the deepest cells and use those for testing, which created a unique problem. This test was designed to be done under strict controlled conditions and these conditions were less than perfect, he sighed once again as he walked to the door and proceeded to repeat himself again.

Walter, Birkoff and Nikita sat inside munitions waiting for the news, but even knowing what they were going to be, they were still nervous, what if Birkoff made a mistake? Nikita kept asking herself while watching Birkoff win another game of quake, they heard the loud noise of Madeleine's high healed feet and they scattered, Nikita hid inside munitions while walter cleaned and restocked his guns, Birkoff rushed back to his station and waited for the show down to begin.

Michael turned over and stretched his arm to wrap it around Kyra but encountered nothing, he snapped his eyes open and looked around the room, Kyra was no where near, he slowly sat up and listened, he could hear the soft music in the nursery and got out of bed, wrapping the sheet around his elan hips he walked to the nursery and stood at the door watching as Kyra laid their daughter in her crib, he made his way to Kyra and wrapped his arms around her waist, Kyra jumped as his muscled arms surrounded her tiny waist she turned in his embrace and kissed his mouth fully as he pulled her against him, showing her his aroused state.

** it feels like coming home, i belong here** Michael mussed as he started to grind his hips to Kyra's, they made love slowly, passionately. Kyra played with Michael's scrotum as he flipped them over and he started to grind his hips harder and faster, she could feel his climax approaching swiftly and started to meet his thrusts until he arched his back and with a gasp of pleasure he emptied his seed inside Kyra and Kyra followed him into bliss a few seconds later. Later he laid on top of Kyra, both of them sated and content, Michael pulled out of Kyra and took her in his arms, making sure the twins were still sleeping he slowly made his way to their bedroom with Kyra in his arms. Michael deposited a sleeping Lyra in their bed and slid in beside her, wrapping his arms around his wife Michael drifted off to sleep once again.

Kirsten was frustrated, specially listening to those two up stairs making love like nothing had ever happened, she was still sore and was unable to make love to Matthew the way she wanted and needed to, she filled the second bottle and huffed as they heard the bedroom door close ** good they went back to sleep** Kirsten thought as she turned to go feed her children, she screamed as she saw her husband, the bottles falling from her hands.

Matthew stood there stunned, Kirsten had never pushed him away before and he tried to understand what was so wrong? He then smiled as he realized Kirsten was frustrated just like him, she had wanted to make love a week ago and they found out that she was still too sore from delivering the twins to be touched, he laughed and shook his head. ** I need to make love to her, might as well do it today or she will get worse** Matthew walked to the coffee maker and started the coffee brewing.

" Don't worry Ange I won't hurt you" he kissed her neck while his hand slipped into her shorts and cupped her mound, she arched more and groaned with the sweet pleasure Matthew gave her with his fingers, she soon realized they were moving, he pulled her into the laundry room and lifted her onto the washer, slipped his hand into her shorts while his other hand caressed a breast, Kirsten wanted more but was afraid to ask, they looked at each other and he read her wishes in those pale eyes of hers, he withdrew his hand from her breast and replaced it with his mouth, hot and tender was he.

Matthew started to move his hips involuntarily as kirsten rubbed and played with him, he soon took her hands off his body and pushed his shorts down, his erection stood proud against her thigh and she smiled and licked her lips, Kirsten slowly slid off the washer and sheated him inside herself fully, she groaned as his massive size stretched her fully, Matthew gently rubbed her nipples while kissing her neck, soon Kirsten was moving slowly and he lifted her up on the washer again, he started to grind his hips slowly against her until a rhythm was established.

Kirsten rushed toward him, reaching Michael as Matthew exited the house and kneeled beside Michael, she took his hand in hers and grasped it tightly against her chest, Matthew checked Michael finding a small pool of blood spreading under his head. Michael was not breathing and Matthew spun into action, he lifted Michael's head and wrapped his discarded shirt around it, Kirsten started to breathe for Michael while Matthew checked for broken bones, there were none, but Michael was unconsciouss and not breathing.

Matthew stood and rushed into the house bringing the blanket out and covering Michael he spoke to Kirsten. " we need to take Michael to the house, grab his upper body while I take his legs, Kirsten we need to hurry, he could have a Subdural Hematoma, and the equipment is at the house, come on" he lifted Michael's legs and Kirsten wrapped her arms around Michael's chest, settling his head gently on her breast they lifted him and rushed to the house.

Kyra sat beside the cradles watching the babies sleep, she smiled as Angely and Dyana slept peacefully, the twin girls were amazing, they were identcal in every way she could tell, their hair was pale blonde, almost white, wavy, their eyes were pale blue, their skin was extremely pale, paler than Kirsten's. She looked at her own twins, Luc was getting so big, his hair a golden blonde, curly and soft, his eyes were a pale gray, while Skye his sister was as different from him as she could be, Skye's hair was deep red, her hair straight and silky soft, her eyes were Michael's one moment gray the next green, she smiled and gently kissed the babies heads.

Kyra heard a noise and looked up to find Matthew and kirsten carrying Michael's inert form in their arms, she felt her world spin wildly as they neared the house, Matthw screamed at her to get the babies inside and come help and she snapped out of her shock, taking the cradles and pushing them inside she rushed out to help them carry Michael, Kirsten gave Michael's upper body to Kyra and rushed inside to take the children into the nursery, she pulled her bloody shirt off and grabbed Matthew's black t-shirt, and rushed to the medical office where Matthew settled Michael's lifeless body on the gurney, he took the oxygen and placed it Over Michael's mouth and nose, checking Michael's pupils they seemed reactive and normal, Kyra held Michael's hand in hers , her eyes wide with fright as Matthew Checked Michael's body inch by inch, he Pulled the x-ray equipment into the room and sent the women to stand outside the room, he took several x-rays of his neck, body and extremities, he called for Kyra to come back in, Kirsten left to care for the babies.

Kyra sat beside Michael caressing his hair and face trying to get him to wake up, in the next room Matthew started the C.T. Machine, he was glad that they had decided to buy all the necessary equipment to make sure they did not have to go to a hospital, he pushed the switch and the machine began the cycle, he walked to the door and told Kyra that she should bring Michael in, she stood and pushed the gurney toward the door, Kyra was frightened of Michael's Injuries, he already had a severe concussion which Matthew knew nothing about, she had to explain Michael's other injuries too, for the C.T. scan would show all of them.

" Kyra his old concussion was aggravated, it has increased in size and could be the reason why he is not waking up, i found nothing to cause his body or brain to not wake except for the concussion, he has a small break in his left arm, and the worst injury is a slipped disk in his spine that has caused the spine to swell up, he will be paralyzed for some time while the swelling goes down, we need to keep him inmovile while the injury heals, I will go to town and get the necessary supplies to keep him heavily sedated and in bed" Matthew knew Michael could end up paralyzed if he moved, they had already caused enough damage by transporting him back to the house, he stood and walked to Michael's side, he looked at Kyra and nodded, taking a syringe and drawing the necessary amount of sedative he left it beside the gurney for when Michael woke up, then took the jacket off the hook and left the farm.

Kyra sat beside Michael, her fingers running through his soft curls and praying for his recovery to be swift, she felt a soft, cold hand touch her shoulder and turned to see Kirsten beside her. " where is Matthew? " Kyra told her best friend where Matthew had gone and explained the findings to her, Kirsten cried for Michael, life was starting to become good for them, he didn't deserve this now, she stood and left the room and walked outside, she stood below the old willow tree and weeped for what Michael and Kyra could lose.

Then she remembered something that Stefan had told her ** If you need Help to save Michael's life, call this number, give the person who answers the code written on this and give the location you are in, within 6 hours someone will come to help** she wanted to do what Stefan had said but was afraid that if she did Kyra and Michael would be separated forever, so she stopped herself and instead walked to the twins bedroom and held her babies in her arms while she cried herself to sleep.

Michael stood at a park, the breeze ruffled his hair wildly as he stood watching a small girl fly a kite, suddenly the clouds darkened and the kite disappeard, he saw the flash of a bomb exploding and saw the child fall lifeless to the ground, he watched as dozens of people fell dead around him, as he turned he watched himself standing at the edge of the woods, watching the people die by the bomb he created for Rene and which should have exploded in the administration building of the shcool not the park.

Then everything went black, he turned to find some way to escape this nightmare and found himself standing before Marie Ange His sister, she stood watching him her face full of tears as he was dragged away to prison, he saw the showrer room where many times he had been raped by the other inmates until one night while he slept a man slipped into his cell and injected him with a sedative, darkness claimed him as the drug took effect, the only thing he remebered seeing was cold blue eyes peeking out from the ski mask the man wore.

" Jurgen you need to be careful, he is too stubborn, he will never give you the satisfaction of breaking, we know that you must use a soubtle approach, give him to me for 2 weeks and I'll teach you how to break him." Madeleine ran her finger along his split lip and as the blood gathered on her fingernail she gently let go of his face and brought that finger to her mouth, sucking it thoroughly she turned and told the medics to clean and care for him, then take him to her alcove.

Michael wanted to protest as his limp body was released from the shackles and was taken to medlab. He tried to follow the gurney but as he crossed the door he found himself once again inside his Home, Simone screaming for him as he climbed the stair hurriedly, he entered the room and found Simone on the floor, their new born son in her amrs, he rushed to her side and took Little Ettienne's body from her and tried to get him to breathe, the child was so small, he tried to make his son live but nothing would ever return his son to him, he felt cold hands taking the child from his arms and he wrapped his own arms around his knees, crying and rocking, he stayed in that position until Madeleine walked in and injected him with a sedative, the last words he heard Simone speak before he collapsed into Madeliene's waiting arms were " how can you do his to our son Michael?"

Michael felt the tears fill his eyes and he let them fall, he had been responsible for her capture and torture, he had been to angry at her for the death of Ettienne, he shivered as a cold wind passed over him, he turned at the feeling of a hand caressing his back, the world spun around and he found himself standing at the park once again, this time with a piece of meat inside his sleeves so Elena Vacek's dog Watson could come running to him.

He felt his heart pound against his chest as the images blurred and he found himself once again inside of section. Standing in front of Madeleine's desk as she explained that the blood cover would be better if Elena and he had a child, he had fought the idea of bringing a child to the world who would end up being an orphan soon after his birth but Madeleine had won and he had been ordered to not only marry Elena Vacek but to Impregnate her.

Suddenly darkness enveloped him and he felt fear and agony as he laid on an operating table, his body dying from the multiple bullet wounds that he had received after the failed Argunteg Mission, he heard Madeleine order the medics to keep him alive, he had tried to so hard to end his life in the line of duty but nothing worked, he laughed as he remembered those 6 months when he had been forced to stay inside section on every mission while Madeleine tried to seduce him Into compliance and how it had completely back fired on her, she had failed.

He watched as the scene changed and he found himself standing at the white room door, ready to train another New section bimbo, but as he stepped into the room and watched his trainee sleeping his heart leapt into his throat, she was exquisite not like the others. he injected her and sat down to wait for her to wake up, the moment those blue eyes locked with his he had been lost, he drowned in those eyes and for the next 3 years tried everything he knew to disengage and not fall in love, but Nikita was unique and her perseverence finally won, after those 6 excrutiatingly painful months that she was free he did what his heart wanted and not his logic, he made Nikita completely his, he branded her and claimed her as the wife of his heart.

" Kirsten listen, Michael is going to be in severe pain for days, that is why he will be sedated almost all the time, to keep him from hurting himself while attempting to leave the house, he will be beligerent and angry, we both know him well enough to realize he is way too hard headed and stubborn, he will not let us know when he is in pain, so we must watch him at all times, slowly I will decrease the sedatives that he will be on until only the pain and swelling medications are being given. He will feel lost, dead inside, like a half man, but we must never allow him to feel this way, I will speak to Kyra about moving him to the bedroom tonight, he needs to be as close to Kyra and the children as possible, Kyra will have to feed the twins in bed, beside Michael so he will always feel part of their lives. " Matthew watched Kirsten gaze at Michael's inanimate form laying on the gurney, she sighed and shivered as she swallowed her pain and fear and nodded at Matthew.

" whatever needs to be done to make Michael more comfortable and feel better about this situation i will do, don't worry kyra will do as you say, But I know Michael better than you ever will, I have seen him hit bottom and slowly drag himself to the surface once again, he is strong and his will to live is even stronger, he should not have recovered as fast as he did 2 years ago when he was injured, but he did. He recovered fully except for his memory, which he slowly recoverd with time. " Kirsten sighed as she heard Michael moaning and stood, she walked toward the gurney and stood watching Michael's face furrow in pain, she gently caressed his brow until he calmed once again.

Kyra sat on the bed beside Michael Luc nestled between them as she fed Skye, she felt Luc starting to move around much more, he was a very active baby for his 3 months of age, she smiled as she watched Michael slowly turn his head as much as he could when Luc touched his face, she knew Michael was slowly coming out of the drug induced sleep Matthew had kept him in for the last 25 days since the accident, she had seen the swelling slowly start to go down around his spine, while the concussion began it's slow decrease, Michael had suffered from a few seizures since then, it was one of only 2 serious side effects that the fall had caused, the other was the swelling to his spine.

At Matthew's insistance they had transfered Michael to the upstairs bedroom 2 days after the accident and she had been ordered to sleep and do almost everything as normal as possible, the few differences were that she had to feed the babies while laying beside Michael and try to keep one of the babies always touching him. it had started to work for when the babies were in bed with them Michael would not toss and turn so much, he was calmer and Matthew had finally decided to decrease the sedatives so Michael could slowly come out of the drug induced sleep, that had been 2 days ago and she had started to notice Michael reacting even more to her and the twins. That had made her happy until the severe seizure that morning, Michael was now in bed, but he now had an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose to help him breathe.

" good Afternoon kyra, how is he doing?" Matthew took Michael's arm and checked his vital signs like every day, he smiled as he encountered that Michael's arm stiffened and tried to pull away, he looked at Kyra and found she had seen this reaction, she gently placed Skye on the bed and walked around the bed, she took Michael's arm and tried to lift it, this time he did not attempt to pull it away, Matthew smiled. Kyra placed Michael's arm down beside him and sat down to feed Luc, she gently placed Skye on Michael's abdomen and started to caress her back while Luc fed.

Late the next evening as Kyra took a long bath Michael started to regain consciousness, his arms felt like lead as his eyes slowly drifted open, he was enveloped in a soft languor as he tried to clear his sight, he turned his head to the side as much as he could with the neck brace and watched the twins sleeping in their crib. ** when did they grow that much?** Michael asked himself as he watched the babies sleeping, he heard a sound and turned to see who was there, the movement made his head spin and he flopped back on the pillow as his hand covered his eyes trying to stop the spinning.

He moved his hand toward his wife and found the space cold and empty, he slowly uncovered his eyes and blinked several times to clear his blurry Vision. He saw through a haze the empty room and wondered what time it was, he knew it had to be late for the room was almost immersed in darkness, the only light came from the bathroom, he tried to sit up again and felt nothing as he attempted to move his legs, he looked around trying to find a lever to pull his weak body into a seating position, he found nothing, he slowly drew his arms under him and tried to push himself up, but he had no strength and his arms swiftly collapsed under him throwing him back down on the bed. Michael cursed as his head hit the back board and a head ache started to develop.

" Michael you gave us quite a scare, we almost lost you this time buddy, couldn't we leave the questions for tomorrow? " he asked as he watched Michael struggling to sit up, he stood and placed his arm behind Michael's shoulders and helped him sit against the back board, Michael turned red with embarrasment that he could not manage the simple Act of sitting up, Kyra entered the bedroom once again dressed in a pair of black silk pajamas and took a seat beside Michael.

Matthew looked sad as he cleared his throat and proceeded to explain to Michael the accident. " Michael you fell off the roof, you landed on your back, hitting your head hard on a rock, you have been unconsciouss since then, the first 2 days you Where in and out of conscioussness until i decided that your recovery would be easier if you were under heavy sedation, you have been in a drug induced sleep for exactly 27 days. Now the reason why you can't feel or move your legs is due to a swelling around your spine which was caused by a slipped disk when you landed." Matthew stood and paced the room slowly as he finished explaining the situation and what could be expected now that he was awake.

" Michael listen, you must not force your body to function like normal yet, you need alot of physical therapy and long hours of painful excersises to recover fully, but the most important reason why you should not force your body to move is due to the brain injury you received when you fell" they heard the cry of Matt's babies and Matthew looked at Kyra " please explain the injury to him for me ok? Call me if you have any questions, if there are no questions that you can't answer Kyra then i will see you in the morning alright?" Matthew walked out of the bedroom as the twins started to cry louder, it was his turn to feed them, so Kirsten could sleep more.

One morning Michael sat in the tub, taking his customary bath when a seizure attacked, he was unable to do anything as his body lurched forward and he was immersed under water, Kyra settled the twins in bed and walked to the bedroom to help Michael finish his bath, as she entered the bathroom she saw the water splashing and realized Michael was seizing once again, she immediately screamed for Kirsten and rushed to pull Michael's shaking body out of the water, she pulled his head out and waited until the seizure passed before attempting to drag him out of the tub, Kirsten ran in and watched as Michael's limbs spasmed one last time before laying too still in the tub.

" Matt is on his way won't be more than a few minutes" kirsten explained as she covered Michael's nakedness with a towel. Kyra looked at Kirsten and sent her for the oxygen while she started to push the water out of Michael's lungs. Finally the last of the water slipped out of his mouth with some blood which caused Kyra to become even more worried, she began to breathe for Michael, it started to become more difficult for the air to enter his lungs as time passed but Kyra breathed in as best as she could, she was starting to feel lightheaded from the force she had to use to get the air into his depleted lungs.

Two weeks later; Michael sat in the living room, after his last severe seizure he had started to withdraw inside himself and not speak as much, he became difficult and would not cooperate with the necessary exercises to help him recover, Matthew noticing his decline became worried, for 7 weeks he had been responding well to the therapy but suddenly after his brush with death he had stopped responding and his cooperation was becoming less each day.

Kirsten sat on the porch watching the babies who were growing quickly, her twin girls were now 5 months old and they were starting to sit on their own, she watched as Dyana took Angely's hand and they both played, she had found out that Dyana had the strong leadership between her two daughter's, while Angely like her name dictated was happy to follow her sister's progress slowly, she smiled as she watched Luc sliding himself toward the twins, not far behind was Skye who had started to crawl before her brother and was showing him how fast she was.

Luc watched Skye pass him by and slowly seat up beside the twins, he started to pout as Skye looked back at him, she extended her hand and slowly he dragged his little body to them, it was amazing how the four kids were growing up, they were as united and loyal to each other as quadruplets would be, she laughed softly as Luc lost his balance and flopped down on Dyana's lap, she looked up at Skye and then at her mother as Kyra walked up the steps with the laundry basket and as she watched Luc laying so cute on Dyana's lap she smiled, but realizing he was trying to sit back up she put the basket down and helped him sit up. She kissed all their heads and went back into the house to get lunch ready.

" did you see Luc and Skye Mon Amour? They are growing so fast, soon they'll be walking and then in no time they will be in school" she lifted his hand and took a seat on his lap, Michael never moved or acknowledged her prescense, he just sat there, looking out the window. Kyra sighed as she realized he was getting worse, this could not keep going, if he let himself get worse he would soon be completely catatonic and that would never do, he had made such great progress before the severe seizure that almost took his life happened, she gently caressed his cheeks and tried to get some response from him, she slowly let her hand travel down his chest and toward his lap, her hand slipped into his shorts and she was glad to find him aroused, she kissed his lips pasionately and slipped her hand up and down his shaft, she could feel his body trembling as he tried to not respond to her ministrations.

The door slammed closed and Kyra jumped off Michael's lap, she tried to rearrange her clothing before whoever came inside found her, she looked up and watched Kirsten enter with all 4 babies in the carriage, she looked at Kyra and smiled as she realized that Kyra had been trying to make Michael respond to her love, she climbed the stairs and put the babies to sleep, once the babies were asleep she tip toed downstairs and offered to help Kyra take Michael up to their bedroom, she said no and walked to the back of the house to iron the clothing.

Kirsten sat before Michael, taking his chin in her hand she forced his face to meet her's. " now Michael I know you are in there, i know you can understand me, you must snap out of this, please Kyra loves you so much and this is hurting her badly, she needs you as much as you need her" kirsten softly caressed the evidence of his need as she looked at him " you can't hide your body's reaction to your own wife, please Michael respond to us, try to get better, we all need you please" kirsten lowered her face to his hands and kissed both softly, he started to tremble once again and she smiled, she knew the trembling was his consciouss mind telling his body to not react, she stood and ran her fingers down his cheek, she had one last ace up her and she decided that it was time to use it.

Michael pulled away and slowly spoke " please don't touch me, I.... don't know why this is happening kirsten, I just know that i can't stop it when it happens, i try to respond but i can't, my body is rebeling against me" he covered his face with his hands and sobbed, Kyra heard the cries and rushed to the living room, she stopped as she heard the next words " I can't respond to her at will anymore, I don't know why but i feel dead, why don't you all just let me die?" Michael lowered his face to his chest and allowed the pain and sorrow to wash over him, the pain was so great that he started to shake even more as Kyra slowly walked in.

She gently lifted his hand to her lips and kissed each finger softly, his gaze never left hers as she slowly took one finger into her mouth, sucking it gently, she imitated the act of love with his finger, she could feel Michael's resolve start to break as she slowly raised her hand to cover his arousal, she softly smiled as he jerked with her touch, she took his face between her hands and drew him toward her, kissing his lips passionately, as they separated they were both breathless, she stood and slowly pushed the chair outside and to the barn, she knew that she would have complete privacy in there, she pushed the door open and entered the barn, she could feel Michael start to shake even harder as they neared the small room in the back, she stopped and left him just at the entrance to the room while she locked the barn door, she pulled her dress off and proceeded to walk to Michael in only her pink lace undies, she could see the effect this had on him as his breath became erratic and his body started to shake even harder, she could see the desire in his eyes, she pulled the chair inside and slowly crossed the room, she lighted the scented candles and then turned to Michael, he was fully erect as she pulled his body off the wheel chair and to the mattress, she laid him gently on his back and straddled him, her hands touching him everywhere, she took the ribbon binding her hair off and the soft silky curtain of redgold surrounded him fully, he lifted his hands to burry them in her hair and pulled her to him, he kissed Kyra with all the pent up love and frustration he had, his kiss becoming wild and free as he let go of the chains of helplessness he had lived under for almost 2 months.

Kyra smiled against his mouth and started to move slowly, making a soft friction against his erect shaft, she knew this drove him insane as he slowly and deliberately let his hand travel down her breast and to her nether region, she arched as his hand gently teased open her softness and plunged a finger into her, making her shiver with anticipation, she felt Michael trying to turn her over and wrapped her arms and legs around him and turned them both. He was now on top, his body still shaking with the force of his desire, she gently pulled his shorts off and wrapped her hand around his shaft as he slowly kissed and laved her aroused nipples with his hot tongue, she felt his fingers enter her and she arched even more into his hand, his thumb making lazy circles around her clit made her go mad with desire, she started to tremble slightly as the pressure of her orgasm built until she came apart in his hands shaking climaxing and screaming his name with love.

" so long without you Mon cher, I need you so much" he whispered as she turned and straddled him, she covered his mouth with hers as her hand firmly placed his shaft at her entrance, she teased her clit with the head of his shaft until she was trembling with desire, he covered her hand with his and she slowly impaled herself on his member as she lowered her mouth to his, they moaned their pleasure as his entire member entered her to the hilt, she shuddered as he started to buck his hips slowly begging for more, she lowered her mouth to his male nipples and suckled there like a babe, she could feel his body shivering with the need he had for her and she smiled, she had rarely had him so out of control as he was now, she looked up at him between her golden lashes and smiled as she licked her lips, she pulled off of him and lowered her mouth to him, she took him into her mouth slowly licking every inch of his shaft while her other hand caressed his scrotum gently, she could feel and hear his moans as he started to lose complete control, she knew the moment he lost it for he grabbed her roughly and covered her mouth with his as he bucked his hips and entered her completely, she trembled as his hands spalyed against her breasts, his mouth laved at one erect nipple until she begged for mercy, he smiled at her and took her nipple into his mouth while his other hand traveled down her tummy to play with her clit, she jumped as his thumb made circles around her clit, completely aroused they made love until their orgasm took them over, they shuddered and screamed as they passed out in each other's arms with their explosive climax.

" I'm not sure Matt after i regained conscioussness from the near drowning, i felt dead, it hurt to live, my whole body ached every time I tried to move, I just wanted to die, to stop the pain inside me " Michael sighed and wheeled himself closer to the fire "i knew i was hurting Kyra and that more than anything made me realize that i was no good for her, Matthew do you know what i had done? What kind of monster i am?" Michael gazed at Matthew and saw the answer in his eyes.

" do you think you are the only one who has suffered? I sat beside my wife while she slowly died from Bone cancer, she was only 22 years old and her body was completely invaded with the cancer, she could not move or sneeze without a bone breaking! So you have caused the death of hundreds, maybe thousands but was it your choice? Were you doing what you wanted or what you were ordered to do? you have turned around, you have changed, the way i have seen you treat kyra and Kirsten demonstrates that, you have a good soul and whatever you did is in the past, forget about it, let the pain go and you will see the love and goodness you have created here"

Michael looked at his friend, he felt that what Matthew said was true, he wondered if he did enough good deeds would his killing and destruction be forgiven? Could he be able to live a normal and happy life with Kyra and their children? He slowly shook his head knowing that no matter what he did, if section ever found out he was alive they would come for him, kill Kyra and the children and force him back into section, he would die first, he swore as he pushed himself away from the hearth and sat looking out the window.

Kyra and kirsten entered the house and felt the thickness of the athmosphere, Kyra found Michael sitting dejectedly beside the window and no amount of coaxing would make him look at her, kirsten entered the kitchen to watch Matthew taking dinner out of the oven, she smiled at him and he pulled her closer, after a few minutes he told her what had happened between him and Michael and what could be the end of Michael's life if something was not done soon. She walked into the nursery and watched the two sets of twins asleep cradled beside each other.

" Kyra he is suicidal you must do something now or he might take his life, please Kyra take your time and love him before he wallows even more in his self pity and does a crazy thing" she left kyra standing there, watching the babies sleep as tears slipped slowly down her face, what Kirsten told her was true, Michael had been becoming suicidal quickly, and she did not know what to do; she leaned over and kissed the babies gently, she gazed one last time at her twins and turned to go try and save Michael's life.

Now his face was only inches from hers. Her lips parted as she drew in her breath, and his eyes lowered to fix on their inviting fullness. The wanting was excruciating. Kyra struggled to free her hands, but Michael held on tighter, and holding her head firmly so that she could not avoid his gaze, he pressed his forehead to hers, his breath mingling with hers. Michael's eyes searched hers, but beheld no fear. His heart rejoiced, as he was once again assured of her trust.

Her entire being answered his as she moaned softly with pleasure. Kyra pressed her hips up as Michael's fingers sought the slick heat of her center, delving deeply. His tongue followed his fingers and she felt her inner muscles tighten as he played her with a rhythm that built steadily, increasing slowly in intensity with her breathing, arousing her without mercy until she cried out his name, her body convulsing in an orgasm that seemed to go on forever.

Michael moved to kiss her mouth, reveling in her breathlessness, her body still trembling from the pleasure he had just given her. He trailed his mouth over her breasts, his tongue and teeth grazing until she responded with an impassioned groan. He felt one of her hands reach down and caress him with teasing fingers, feathering over the length of his hardness, seeking and finding his most sensitive places. Her other hand played over his back, stroking downward over his hips, tantalizing between his legs with a touch so light that it brought agonizing pleasure. He inhaled sharply as his body refused to be separated from her any longer.

Michael woke due to the noise, it was morning now and he tried to move and get up but found himself trapped under His beautiful wife, her hands tangled in his unruly curls she slept like the angel she often resembled, her face turned up toward his he could not stop the desire he felt for his lovely wife, as he leaned over to kiss her pouting lips the noise made him react, it was the sound of two kids trying to make breakfast and he smiled, Kyra woke slowly as his lips pressed onto hers, she smiled and opened her lips to allow him farther entrance before she too heard the noise coming from inside, she opened her eyes and gazed lovingly at Michael, then shrugged and kissed him one last time before standing and going into the house to find the disaster inside her kitchen.

" Michael come inside please" Kyra stood watching Skye and Luc making flour and water pìes. Michael entered the house and watched Kyra standing at the kitchen door, he had a flashback of a similar incident some years before when Adam had started to walk, they had just moved into the new house and were still in bed when the smell and noise woke Elena and him, he immediately grabbed his gun while Elena laughing got out of bed and told him that it was Adam, she kissed him good morning and left to see what Her son was up to.

Michael smiled as he guessed what kind of a mess his twins had made, he wrapped his arms around Kyra's waist and settled his chin on her shoulder, he gasped at seeing the kitchen, it was covered in flour and water, the twins sat in the middle of the room spreading the concoction all over each other, he laughed softly and the twins turned as one to look at their parent's, Skye stood and walked to them offering a pie, Kyra smiled and took it meanwhile kissing her daughter's head, Skye slowly lifted her gaze to her father and seeing his expression took a step back, Luc knowing his twin sister perfectly stood and rushed to her side, taking her hand he kissed her cheek and whispered something to her, Skye lifted tear filled eyes to her father and offered him another pie.