Survival Instinct

Nikita was still back there asleep like the angel she was, she had not realized in how much danger they were, the mountains were approaching fast, Michael knew that they would die today, and he resigned himself to the inevitable, praying that his son would be well taken care of.

He tried one last time and that is when he saw it, the peak of the mountain nearing rapidly, he unbuckled his seat belt and ran towards Nikita, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her one last time before death took her from him.

Michael was holding Nikita tightly to his chest as the plane crashed, suddenly she flew out of his arms and hit the door of the cockpit loudly, slipping down lifeless to the floor.

His ears ringing and darkness rushing in on him he pulled himslef towards his love. "one last kiss, please just...one...last...ki...ss" his body unresponsive would not bring him the last few inches to his love, his hand shot out pulling her softly to him, his cold lips searching urgently for hers, he did not notice the slight breath she took, the pain was terrible, he hurt all over, all he saw was the blood flowing down her perfect face, he did not see his own life blood slowly flowing from him.

He reached her, his hand had hers in it’s grasp and he pulled, his body giving one last painful shake to bring his love into his arms, he touched her lips with his, hers warm and filled with life, his colder and dying, his breath caught in his chest and a single tear fell from his eyes as Darkness invaded his conscioussness and he welcomed the inevitable death of his body.

Pain, unforgiving and all over; those were the first sensations she had, something heavy was on top of her, she moved her arms to push the heavy object that pinned her to the floor, and flinched as a dull pain went through her left arm, making her cry out.

She lowered her arm slowly to the floor and raised her right arm, she connected with a solid body, darkness covered her, suddenly images rushed in succesion in her mind, Michael kissing her, tears in his eyes, a loud bang and she flying through the air and then the heavy sound of his body landing next to hers.

Nikita opened her eyes and gazed at the dull lifeless eyes of her soulmate, tears sprang to her eyes as she lifted her hand to touch his neck, there, soft, barely noticeable, a heart beat, Sluggish, suddenly an intake of breath, shallow.

Nikita slowly moved her left arm, the pain was unbearable, but she clenched her jaw and put her right hand on the back of his head, wet, something wet came off his head, she glanced at her hand and realized it was blood, his blood, freely flowing, she forced her left hand to obey and gently she turned him onto his back, carefully laying his head on the carpeted floor Of the plane.

She looked up as she heard a noise, a shrill, metalic noise, like tearing metal, and she remembered, they had crashed! ** Boy would they get screamed at** Nikita let out a soft chuckle “ so what! We're gone die here anyway” she sombered immediately at hearing another moan coming from her beloved.

She took his face between her hands, gently caressing his greying temples, her right hand instinctively moved to his neck, checking for a pulse again, it was weak and thready but still going, she caressed his full lips, her fingers tracing the soft pliant flesh she loved to nibble on.

She felt a slight breath being taken, she smiled, ** how can he look so beautiful at death’s door? So desireable? ** She leaned over him and touched her lips to his, cold, they were cold, Where there used to be warm, soft skin was now cold and pale, she could feel the shudder His body suffered every time he inhaled.

Another noise, this one louder, she looked up and saw the medical kit, she launched herself toward the back of the plane, pulled it from beneath the seat and ran back to him, to her love, the man who cold make her cry with Ecstasy, or shudder with anger, she kneeled beside him and opened the kit, bandages, Morphine, Antibiotics, there the Ammonia tablet, she took it in her hands and broke it under his nose, he came awake with a start, his arms flailing to push the offensive smell from his face.

Pain, it hurt to breathe, his head throbbed painfully, soft hands caressing his forehead, A soft voice he thought he would never hear again crashing through the darkness to bring him painfully awake.

He knew Nikita’s programming was weak at the very least, Madeleine had wanted him to Keep Nikita away from Missions for at least 3 months, but he was short of staff And needed every cold op he had, the battle with George was becoming too intense and he needed his best cold ops to track and obtain George’s weakness, His and Adrian’s Daughter.

Madeleine looked at Operations wondering if this was a joke, their two best were Michael and Nikita who had been sent to Louvicourt, Quebec. Against her wishes, Operations had deemed this mission important enough to send his two best, no matter what Madeleine’s wishes were.

Operations: “ Michael and Nikita have not checked in, Birkoff lost their signal 4 hours ago When they were crossing the Gognon Mountains, there is no beacon, or tracking device on them”

Operations: “Madeleine they have no way to be tracked, Nikita’s clock was removed 3 months ago when she reached level 3, Michael hasn’t had a clock since 1994, there’s no way to track them”

Madeleine turned to look at the beautiful sculputure beside the observation deck, taking in all it’s angles and beauty, a sculpture of two lovers in an intimate dance, she ran her hand along the back of the male counterpart remembering Michael’s early training, how eager he was to please her, how good he was, then her thoughts ran like Ice through her veins. ** they were together, Michael and Nikita, somewhere in that isolated part of the Canadian province,** she became even more angry at operations for sending Nikita with Michael.

Operations: “ Madeleine in your opinion could they have escaped?” he was developing a Huge head ache and his mood was becoming darker than usual, if Michael escaped taking Nikita with him, it would be nearly impossible to find them.

Madeleine looked at Operations as his question sank in, ** No, but....we did push Michael Farther than usual, and his passion for the blond was evident, would he actually betray Section and escape? In Madeleine’s Opinion; for Nikita Yes he would**

“ Paul if they did we will never find them, Michael is an expert in disappearance, we thought him all we know, but we need more time to run simms, Michael was upset by Loosing Nikita he...”

Madeleine: “ if he did it is all your fault! I told you Nikita was not ready to be paired with Michael, her conditioning was failing, but you did what you wanted, deal with it yourself” Madeleine turned and walked out, taking the elevator to the 12 level and thinking of using extreme force to make Magadar speak.

Nikita sat freezing on the floor of the wrecked plane, her hand incesantly caressing the greying temples of her beloved and remembering all that Madeleine had done to her, She looked at Michael again, his head rested gently on her lap, it had been over 1 hour since she had regained conscioussness and he still was out, his head wound still bleeding, she could hear the raspy breaths he took, she could feel his body getting colder.

Nikita pulled the blanket she was wearing around her shoulders off and covered Michael with it, she knew he was in very bad shape, but she had to keep him alive as long as possible, Section must know they were missing already, she was brought out of her reverie by Michael’s movements, She knew he was experiencing another Night terror, His movements jerky and wild, she could feel his heart beat racing and his breath catch ** No Michael breathe, please breathe** Nikita’s fingers slid down to his carotid artery and pressed, she sighed ** still beating, Michael please just breathe in,** suddenly he drew breath, ragged and shaky, quite shallow but he was alive for now.

Michael was drownng in a dark pool, there was darkness everywhere, his body was tired of trying to stay afloat, his legs cramping, breathing was becoming harder as the water kept rising, suddenly his body submerged, his right leg cramping badly, he swallowed water and his eyesight was becomng dim, he tried to work the cramp out, his lungs burned for air, he tried one last time to push his heavy body up toward the air, but he could not, he let his body go slack, his brain and heart hurting from lack of oxygen, as his sight went black and his body convulsed one last time, he felt the gentle touch of hands pulling him up and out of the water, he could not see, but he knew he was safe, he let his body lay upon the soft gentle arms that saved him.

Michael slowly crawled his way out of the darkness he resided in, his brain telling him not to leave the peaceful darkness, but he had to, Nikita was hurt, he had to save her.

Slowly his brain started to comprehend the injuries of his body, his head ached terribly, his body was ice cold, he could feel hands caressing his face, the sensations were overwhelming his tired brain but he seeked the warmth of his beloved’s gaze, his eyes fluttered open, his Green gaze searching for the cool ocean of her blue one, but there was nothing, darkness enveloped him, he raised his hand and connected with soft flesh, he tried to see what he had touched but he could not, his brain told him he was blind.

She saw his eyes open and try to focus, she softly touched his cheek to remind him she was there, he raised his hand and touched hers and tried to focus but his gaze was lost.

Nikita took the bottle of water and brought it to Michael’s lips, he sipped slowly “ No, we are completely isolated, the comm units are gone, the radio is dead”

Michael thought of lying but decided against it, she knew him too well “ head hurts badly, my body is numb, I’m.........Blind” he closed his eyes with the last word, knowing that his body going numb was a sign of hypothermia and immediate death, his arms and legs felt leaden, his head ached badly, he needed to get Nikita out of here, but the darkness was threatening to pull him back, he fought against it and slowly crawled back to conscioussness.

Nikita had listened to Michael’s confession horrified **Blind God No, ** she took a deep breath as she felt Michael’s body go slack, she tried to rouse him and suddenly he jerked awake.

Michael:” Nikita take my jacket and the thick blanket and go, leave me, get .....h e l p.” His body went slack, his head lolling to the side. Darkness had claimed him once again.

In a cabin a couple of miles from the crash site, Kyra sat before the fire, she heard the sound of the crash and felt the house shake, which for her meant the crash was barely a few kilometers from her, she immediately called her father.

Kyra closed the cabin door, after making sure the fire was well stocked and she had all the necessary articles to help who ever was hurt, Kyra grabbed Shannon’s silky grey coat and told shannon to search.

Shannon had become Kyra’s only companion after the accident, she relied on shannon, the most beautiful Siberian husky she had ever seen, Shannon’s coat was dark grey, her eyes ice blue, but shannon took her responsability well, she loved Kyra, and protected her above all else.

Nikita had been trying to keep Michael’s cold body as warm as she could, his temperature was going down fast, she knew they had to get out of there before he died of hypothermia, but how could she drag Michael out of the plane and where would they go?

She kept speaking to him, trying to rouse him from his slumber, but all she got was moans and softly uttered cries, she was becoming extremely worried, she had never seen Michael in such condition, she had seen him shot, with amnesia, shaking after a round of electro convulsive interrogation, his ears and nose bleeding, but never had she seen him this close to actual death, she knew he was on the edge, a small whisper of a push and he would be lost.

Michael’s perception of reality was becoming muffled, his ears were ringing, his sight was blacker than black, his body was numb and going slack, he could feel his muscles giving up the fight to survive, his head was reeling, he tried to move, but the effort exhausted him, he tried to speak but no sound came out, he was slowly floating out of his body, his soul leaving the damaged body behind.

He found himself standing at the corner of the plane, watching Nikita caressing his face, her tears flowing down her exquisite cheeks, he tried to speak to her to tell her he was ok, but she could not hear him, he then looked at his body, the blood covering his face and neck, his eyes closed and a single tear slowly making it’s way down his stubbled cheek, he felt the warmth of the angel coming to get him, to take him to his final destiny, he turned and watched as the light came closer, but he still could not leave, he moved away from the angel and kneeled beside Nikita, he tried to touch her, but his hand went straight through.

Nikita felt the whisper soft caress and looked down, she shakingly moved her fingers to touch Michael’s neck, No pulse, his heart had stopped, she gently took his head and laid it beside her, she opened the secret compartment and pulled the 9 mm. From it’s hiding place, she chambered a bullet, pulled Michael’s dead body into her arms and kissed him one last time, his lips still holding the scent and warmth of his life.

Michael was pulled from beside Nikita, arms grabbing him and pulling toward a dark tunnel, he could not take his eyes from his love, suddenly someone else wrenched him from the tunnel and he turned to look into the soft blue of his lover’s eyes, her smile gentle and loving, she hugged him and he realized she was about to die, he pulled his arms from his lover’s embrace and ran toward his body, he had to stop her.

Nikita squeezed the trigger mere seconds after Michael’s hand moved and pushed the gun from her forehead, the shot making a hole in the fuselage of the plane, Nikita looked down and encountered Glassy green eyes filled with tears, she leaned down and kissed his mouth gently, her tongue softly caressing his lips.

Kyra stopped, she felt the softness of a special being close by, his mind encouraging her to come to them, to help him and his beloved, Kyra again told shannon to search, and shannon obeyed, her soft nose close to the ground searching for the smell of humanity, that special smell all people share.

Shannon’s ears perked and she started to follow the scent found, Kyra softly sending her thoughts to the injured man, **we are coming hold on** she could feel His soul battling to leave his body, the pain was so agonizing she had to terminate the connection.

Back inside the plane Michael smiled, his eyes closing to control the agony of his dying body, he begged god for a few more minutes to bask in his love’s precense, he tried to lift his hand but he could not, it was heavy and would not respond to his commands.

Michael had known pain, the worst had been the loss of Adam, but this pain was worse, the pain of abandonement, He would abandon His soulmate to her own resources in Section, He knew that he did not have much time, a few minutes at the most.

He opened his eyes and tried unsuccessfully to focus his sight, but it was no use, he was blind, he attempted to raise his hand once again and aided by Nikita he was able to touch her cheek, he felt the wetness of tears, and his own slipped unheeded from his dead eyes.

“Shannon move” Kyra touched the plane’s fuselage, she felt her way around the side of the plane and finally found the door, she called Shannon to her and pulled the rope from the back pack, tying it to Shannon’s collar she told shannon to go.

Kyra climbed into the plane, Shannon slowly making her way to the two freezing occupants, and softly pushing her nose between the blankets to touch Michael’s face.

“ Who are you? “ Kyra kneeled beside Nikita and gently took Michael’s wrist between her hands, she felt the rapid and thready pulse and moved her hand to touch his face, she felt the wetness and smelled. ** Blood lots of it**

Nikita: “ I am Nikita he is Michael my Fiance, we were going to visit some relatives in the Abitibi region, the plane malfunctioned and we crashed, how did you.....”

Nikita watched as Kyra bent to whisper something into his ear, she felt the specialness of this girl, she knew Michael was a bit Psychic and could feel moods and changes in people, and to see Michael turn his head toward Kyra’s voice was comforting.

Michael heard the gentle voice of this angel encouraging him to fight, he decided that he would not give up this easy, yes the pain was terrible but Nikita’s pain would be unbearable if he died.

Michael turned his head toward the sound of her voice to show them he had heard, he knew the Journey to her cabin would be even more painful, he braced his mind to control the severe pain he knew would come as soon as they moved him.

He let the drug take it’s desired effect, quickly numbing his brain and he slowly drifted into a calm and sweet oblivion, hoping that he would be able to return.

Nikita had watched as Kyra drew the correct amount of the drug and injected it into Michael’s arm, she felt Michael relax and his muscles go completly slack, his head lolling to the side.

Nikita kissed him softly, and turned to watch as Kyra searched the plane for something, suddenly the dog whined again and kyra followed the dog’s whine to it, Shannon had found the back board she had been looking for.

Kyra knew what she was thinking and smiled softly, she knew that the gift that had been bestowed to her after her accident was unique, but she had to hide it for her father’s sake.

Kyra heard his soft moan and turned his head to the side, the bandage was holding but she could still feel his life giving blood oozing from the wound, he was in serious condition any wrong move could precipitate his death.

Nikita packed all that was needed and joined Kyra beside Michael, she bent and kissed his stubbled cheek before covering his face with the blanket for the journey to the cabin.

Kyra took the front as Nikita took the back of the board where Michael laid too still, she could hear his breath becoming more and more labored as they walked back to the girl’s cabin, after what seemed many hours but must have been 45 minutes they reached the cabin and took Michael Inside, they put their precious cargo on the big bed and Kyra told Nikita to move Michael into the bed.

Kyra went to radio her father while Nikita slowly and very gently unstrapped Her beloved and turned him on his side to pull the board from under him, his moan and shudder made her realize he was coming out of his drug induced slumber, she took a seat beside the bed and gently caressed his cheek, moving her fingers to softly trace his lips, she could feel his breath coming faster and shallower as time passed, Nikita started to remember all that they had gone through.

Nikita could see in her mind the first moment she saw this Man beside her, His darkness had frightened her terribly, his words had caused her to wish to die, and she almost did before The 2 years had ended, their on again off again relationship had been rocky at best, but she knew from the moment he kissed her on the Bauer Mission he felt something for her, the way he looked at her, those Green eyes shining with desire as they danced for Bauer, his simple response to Bauer’s girl that they were beautiful together, Nikita could feel his desire burning her every cell, just as her’s had been raging since the moment they had met. She could still see the glazed look in his eyes as he grabbed her and kissed her tummy, how he kissed her as he landed on her.

His jealousy on the Chandler mission, he had been waiting at her place, his face was impasive, no emotions showed, but she could smell his jealousy, he would have never waited for her at her place if he was not drowning in jealousy.

Nikita sighed ** it took us so long to admit our love for each other, so long, so many things stood in our way, but he always managed to protect me and keep me beside him**

Kyra stood listening to Michael’s great effort to draw each breath, she had been a nurse before her accident and her senses had become extra sharp to any anomaly on her patient.

** pain, love, images were running through her head, Michael with long hair, sitting beside Nikita on a gurney in white, Nikita kissing him, cages, Michael bleeding from nose and ears, Michael bending over Nikita and saying something softly, Kissing her, anger, Nikita kissing a blonde man, sadness, a ball of fire, Michael’s soul dying, Pain, Nikita and Michael loving each other on a boat, Michael and Nikita in bed but no emotions, Nikita dancing with Michael, he didn’t know who he was, terrible fear, Betrayal, Nikita watching Michael play with a dark haired boy, Michael’s son? Love, Michael loving Nikita, excrutiating Pain! Nikita lying in a dark chamber, bright lights, No feelings.**

Nikita watched Kyra stand shakily and walk toward a desk, she opened a laptop and started to write, Nikita stood behind her and read all that the girl wrote, it was their lives.

“ How? “ Nikita heard Michael moaning and ran to his side, Kyra stood and pushed the delete button, she walked slowly toward the bedroom and stood outside the door.

Kyra sighed with relief, she needed to be alone with Michael to bring him back, she could feel him walking down the tunnel, she needed to make him return before he was lost.

He looked around and saw darkness, complete darkness, suddenly he saw a tiny ray of light at the end of what seemed a tunnel, he started walking, the pain was decreasing, but his chest felt tight, he could not breathe, he tried to stop but the pain increased, so he kept walking.

He was approaching the end of the tunnel when suddenly someone grabbed him from behind, strong hands holding him while he coughed and sputtered, he fought the hands, he needed to get to the light, it hurt when he stopped, but the hands held him tightly, and started to pull him away, he screamed but no sound came out, he tried to see who held him but all he saw was blackness, the pain was increasing, devastating pain, he tried one last time to set himself free, but he was too weak, he went limp in those arms all his strength gone, he resigned himself to never seeing Nikita again.

Kyra felt the pain Michael was in, and she tried to draw most of the pain into her, but she could still feel his pain, it was too much, suddenly he arched up and screamed, tears falling from his eyes, he shuddered and went deadly still, his breath barely noticeable.

Nikita ran as fast as she could to the cabin, all her fear making her gag ** he is dead, that scream was filled with pain, He is dead** she ran faster, the cabin door opened, and Nikita flew inside, she stopped dead in her tracks as she watched Kyra slowly putting Michael down, his body so slack his neck lolled to the side sickeningly, she watched his chest for the slight breath she expected to see, finally he drew breath, ragged, it made his whole body shudder, but he was breathing, she looked at kyra as the girl put her cold hand on Nikita’s arm.

Kyra walked out feeling exhausted, all her energy drained, she flopped down on the couch and felt around the bag for the medication, she pulled the correct one out and felt the braille writting on it ** yes Michel, You must stay, can't let you leave her**

Michael slowly regained conscioussness, his eyelashes started to flutter wildly and he turned his head, he shuddered as an intensely sharp pain made him gag, he tried to lift himself but he had no strength, he turned and emptied his stomach beside the bed, he felt soft gentle hands caressing his back, a voice he thought he would never hear again made him smile. **Nikita**

Nikita had been sitting beside Michael when he started to come around, she felt his shudder as he agravated the head injury and then he tried to raise himself only to flop back down, he turned and gaged, his stomach emptied, he let her gently lay his head on her breast.

Kyra slowly made her way to the bedroom, she knew he was awake, and that he was blind, she knew how that felt like, to open your eyes for the first time and find yourself inmersed in darkness.

“ No wait, where are we?” Michael could feel the electricity running between them, it was funny, how even without his sight he could feel such delight at touching this girl.

“ You are at my home, I must go get the medication to help you feel better” Kyra stood, and walked back into the living room, she felt his questions running through her mind, he was truly gifted, but he barely used this gift, she knew it frightened him, it made him uncomfortable.

Michael’s mind was reeling, she was blind, he could feel it, but she did not let her blindness stop her from living, he could feel the spark of life when she was close, he needed to ask her so much, she had a gift, like his, but she used it freely, she was not afraid of what others might say or think.

Michael was trying to control his rampant mind when he felt Nikita beside him, he moved his head and let out a soft moan, he moved his hand to touch the back of his head and it came back wet, he smelled it and realized it was blood, fresh blood, he suddenly remembered the crash, him flying through the air and hitting his head on the over head compartment, then darkness and pain.

Nikita watched Michael as he tried to comprehend why he was bleeding, she saw In his unfocused eyes the moment realization came and his hand shot out trying to touch Nikita, she took his hand and guided it to her face.

He felt the dried blood there, his hand moved to the back of her head, nothing wet, he sighed, His hand returned to her face, he let his fingers roam her features, her silken brows, her closed eyes, the soft lashes, her pert nose, her mouth, it opened for his searching fingers and drew one inside her wet mouth, she suckled it with gusto, his other hand moved to search her neck, and below, touching every curve in it’s path, he felt her intake of breath as he touched her left arm, he pulled away rapidly, Finally he knew she was not as injured as he was **the dried blood must have come from me ** he mused.

“ No sir, still no way to find them” ** just like the last 30 times you have asked you prick!** Birkoff was mad at Operations and Madeleine for screwing up everyone’s lives, specially Michael’s and Nikita’s.

“ Paul why don’t we go to your office” Madeleine had taken Operations arm and was trying to gently pull him away But he pulled his arm from her grasp and screamed.

“ You were told to deal with their relationship, not make Nikita become a zombie, if Michael defected due to His desire to have Nikita back I will personally Cancel you!” Operations turned and walked swiftly to his office leaving a very worried looking Madeleine standing in the middle of Comm.

Madeleine did not know what to do, Paul had never treated her like this in public, she was frozen to the spot, watching paul walk away and toward his office, she turned and looked at Birkoff and smiled.

“ Mr. Birkoff any new intel?” she stood right behind him and put her claw like hands on his shoulders, squeeezing hard, making Birkoff see stars from the pain that her hands drew out of him.

Madeleine let go of Birkoff’s shoulders and saw him visibly relax “ Good make sure I am told before anyone else if you find them” She turned and walked toward the white room, relishing the fun she would have at the expense of the Red Cell captives they still had.

Birkoff heard her leave and relaxed completely, his shoulders hurt and he could feel the soft rivulets of blood from the tiny moon shaped cuts on his shoulders, he stood and told Simon to take over he needed to get some coffee.

Birkoff took off his sweater and shirt and exposed his pale skin to Walter’s Ministrations, he jumped as the first touch of the alcohol filled gause, the cuts had been deep and were bleeding some still, the pain was not so bad but they stung!

Michael was battling a severe head ache and some weird effects. He could not see, but he had been experiencing some visions, his body had been betraying him and he decided to allow his muscles to relax, the Morphine had washed out of his system almost completely leaving him in great pain.

The visions were strange, he saw a Blonde woman walking through what seemed a Hospital, her cheerful smile and easy laugh making all happy, she cared for her patients like they were family, he then saw this woman approach her car and get grabbed from behind, a hand covering her mouth and foul breath telling her to drive.

He realized this was Kyra, he tried to keep consciouss long enough to see the end of this vision but his superior strength had left him a long time ago and he swiftly felt the dark oblivion take him into it’s grasp.

He saw Kyra get into her small Red car, and turn to look at the man who had grabbed her, he was tall, big and dark, his skin as dark as chocolate, his eyes a silver grey, he knew Kyra was frightened, she started the car and began to drive, the man was becoming insane, screaming obcenities and hitting her on the arm, Kyra suddenly turned the wheel and crashed her car into a tree, he felt the pain of the impact her head made against the steering wheel, the last thing he saw was the bloody face of the kidnapper hanging from the broken windshield then nothing.

Kyra had been sleeping in her bedroom when the dream of her accident came to her, but this time, she did not feel afraid, she felt calm, like she was watching this through someone else’s eyes, suddenly she felt it, the pain and subsequent darkness.

Nikita watched as Michael calmed immediatelly at Kyra’s touch, she stood and went to get the sedatives they had been using since they heard on the radio that a big avalanche had closed the road to the cabin and it would take a few hours for Kyra’s father to get to them.

“ What happened to you kyra?” Michael was still shaking from the loss of blood and the feelings cursing through his body, he was not used to feeling like this ever.

“ I left work one night, without waiting for the guard to accompany me, There had been some incidents of a man watching me and I had been put on protective Phase, the hosp. Had been receiving many threats from a man who lost his wife and blamed me and some of the other staff, I was close to my car when this man grabbed me, I did what he said and tried to calm him but he was entraged and while he was speaking i decided to crash the car, I was wearing my seat belt he was not, But the impact was so hard that as I hit the steering wheel the baby car seat I had in the back flew from it’s guards and hit me in the back of my head.” She took Michael’s hand and pressed it to her head, there was a small scar that he could feel, similar to his. “ I lost conscioussness and the next time a woke I was blind, permanently “

Nikita walked to Michael’s left side and sat on the bed, taking his arm she prepared his arm to be injected, she watched as kyra stood and left them alone, Nikita slid the needle into His arm and injected it’s contents into his bloodstream, Michael sighed and losed his eyes tightly.

Nikita tried to stand but Michael pulled her to lie on his chest, her head tucked under his chin, she could hear the rapid beating of his heart and the difficulty he had to take in each breath.

His skin was cold as ice even with the many blankets covering him, Kyra observed how ragged and shallow his breathing was and as she checked his heart beat she heard it skip a couple of beats.

Kyra was worried that her father would not come to help in time, Michael was in serious condition, he had a broken skull, a deep cut on the back of his head that was causing a Subdural Hematoma, He didn’t have much time, his breathing was deteriorating rapidly.

She had experience in the O.R. but now she could not help them, Kyra had set Nikita’s dislocated arm and tried to get her to shower, But Nikita refused, she would not leave Michael’s side until he was better.

Kyra sat by the fire, Shannon beside her, she knew that they had to relieve the pressure his broken skull was causing on the brain, Michael was deteriorating fast and if he did not get medical attention soon he would just fall asleep and die.

It was a few Hours later that kyra woke to Nikita’s insistent cries, she moved toward the bedroom and felt something was wrong, She touched Michael’s face and could feel his skin was icy to the touch, almost subzero, she gently moved her fingers to his throat and felt for a pulse, barely noticeable, his breath almost panting, Kyra took Nikita’s shoulders and made her focus.

Nikita watched Kyra walk out and return a few minutes later with a huge box, she opened it and pulled gowns, and instruments, Nikita knew she could do nothing to help, but how was Kyra going to Operate?

Kyra smiled at Nikita and told her calmly “ I am as good as I was, all you have to do is make sure you follow everything I tell you to the letter, I will teach you everything we must do”

Kyra took Nikita’s cold hand and spoke softly. “ Nikita my father is on his way, but Michael has no time left, his body is dying and if we don’t fix his Subdural Hematoma now he will die In less than 3 hours”

“ Nikita look at me, I am blind, But before going blind i was an O.R. nurse, i know How to do this procedure, it is very simple, all we have to do is lift the bone off his brain and drain the blood that will be flowing, a small hole will aleviate this, He has no more time, if we are going to save him it must be done now”

Kyra smiled at Nikita and walked toward the bedroom. “ go to the room behind the kitchen, you will find Oxygen, 3 machines, and a large gurney, Bring them to the livingroom and then come help me tranfer Michael to the gurney.

While Nikita set the operating room in the livingroom, Kyra administered an anesthetic to Michael and waited by his side until it took effect, Kyra stood and kissed his lips, hoping that it would not be the last time.

“ I’m all set kyra, is he ready?” she walked to Michael’s side and touched his pale cheek, feeling his life slowly leaving him with each painful breath he took.

Nikita took Michael’s shoulders and carefully placed his wobbly head on her breast, making sure his neck did not loll around she lifted him and told Kyra to do the same, they transported Michael slowly to the livingroom and placed him on the gurney, his muscles had gone completely slack.

Once they placed Michael’s seemingly lifelss body on the gurney they had to make sure the room was as clean as possible, Kyra took Shannon to her bedroom and locked her inside, Nikita cleaned the whole room again to make sure no bacteria was close.

They placed the breathing tube into Michael’s throat and started the machine, the brain waves were slow, his heart beat was sluggish, and once in a while it skipped a beat or two.

Kyra had Nikita place Michael on his stomach and procedded to clean all her instruments, meanwhile Nikita was shaving Michael’s beautiful curls off, the injury was revealed and she gasped, the cut was deep, too deep, the blood was still flowing and she put a gause on it to stem the bleeding.

Kyra was ready to Operate and told Nikita that she needed to be told what the injury looked like, Nikita took Kyra’s hand and suddenly Kyra screamed, she grabbed her face and started to shake, Kyra fell to her knees and cried out from the pain that her eyes were in.

Nikita made a small incision beside his cut and asked for the small pliers, She carefully pulled the shattered bone off the brain and pulled it out, 45 minutes later, Nikita was barely able to close the incision and connect the tubes to the draining machine when Kyra screamed again, she fell to her knees and lost conscioussness, Nikita made sure Michael was still alive and moved Kyra to the couch.

Several hours later Michael started to wake up from the anesthesia and Nikita made sure he would not move, the draining had ended and she had pulled the small tube out, putting a gause to protect his wound from further injury.

The pain was severe, but tolerable, he felt the effects of the anesthesia still cursing through his body, the gentle languor of the drug was still ruling his system as he opened his eyes and saw black, he started to try and move but realized soft hands were keeping his head stable, he started to choke with the breathing tube and swiftly raised his hand and pulled it out.

He coughed and sputtered until his body shook with the first sweet breath, then he collapsed back on the pillow swiftly returning to the dark oblivion where he resided.

Operations turned and smiled at Madeleine “ why did you order Birkoff to come to you if he found them and not me?” Operations was controlling his anger but his eyes were deadly.

“ Yes sir!” Davenport took Madeleine’s arms and tied them behind her back, he thrust her toward the guards and they all walked out of the aerie, leaving Operations trying to control his anger and not succeeding.

Birkoff and Walter had watched the happenings in the aerie with great interest, Birkoff had found a way to track Michael and Nikita a couple of Hours ago and as he tried to go to Madeleine Operations intercepted him and interogated him until the poor kid was blue in the face.

Walter had laughed as they walked Madeleine Hands tied behind her back to her office, Davenport had a smile grazing his lips as he walked By Munitions and looked at the two inside the gates.

“ Birkoff don’t worry, he will not cancel her, they are joined at the hip, if she goes he soon will follow, he is just teaching her a lesson about not going over his head ever again.” Walter had seen paul do this to Madeleine on two ocasions, the most recent one was a few days after Simone died, Madeleine had spent a few days just watching Operations rage and scream at her, then he calmed and all was well.

Nikita sat beside the gurney, making sure Michael was breathing correctly and alot easier, she kept stealing glances at Kyra, the girl was sprawled on the couch, her hair in a wild golden disarray, she kept jerking once in a while, as if some night terror bothered her.

Nikita felt Michael move and she turned to watch him, his lashes softly touched his too pale cheeks, his skin was warmer but now tinged with red, she felt the fever taking over his body and wandered to the medical kit Kyra brought out, she had a large array of medications, from antibiotics to heavy pain killers and sedatives.

Nikita took a syringe and a bottle of antbiotics and drew the correct amount, making sure Michael would not move, she introducced the syringe in his arm and injected the clear liquid, she had to keep the fever and infection down, it was imperative that Michael did not suffer more than he had so far.

Nikita could feel the stress his body was in, she knew he was still not out of the woods, he was still in mortal danger, specially if his sight did not return, Section would cancel him without a thought, he was damaged goods and no good to them blind.

Kyra felt pain, so intense she cried out, but no one heard her, she was in a dark and scary place, there were shadows everywhere, no light to protect you, Kyra kept walking trying to find a way out of this place, she felt something touch her cheek and jerked away, her hand touched something slick and wet and she jumped, she could feel the darkness pressing her toward the end of this corridor she was in.

Finally Kyra felt a door, she pushed against it until it opened, inside there was a big room, people in dark clothing walking about, a young man sitting by a computer his hair dark and short, glasses were perched on his straight nose, a voice, booming in intensity frightened her, she turned and saw a man, older, mid fifties maybe, scream at the young man, the young man stood and walked toward a glass room perched high atop this place, she could feel the fear this young man had, Kyra turned to watch a group of men dressed in black, with weapons walk toward her and through her, she turned and heard one of them, a big burly giant of a man, quite handsome say ** have you heard from Michael and Nikita?**

Kyra felt a sharp pain, her head hurt, her legs felt heavy, she started to feel a drugged effect and started to drift away toward the door she came in through, she floated through the door, the hallway and finally woke.

Nikita took Kyra’s hand and guided her toward the still figure that was Michael, his face pale and sweaty, his skin burning to the touch, Kyra felt the Ice packs surrounding his body, and the soft trembling.

“ A couple of hours, it started 2 hours after the surgery, I can’t seem to make his fever come down” Nikita grazed his stubbled cheek and she felt him sigh, Michael tried to move his face closer to her touch, but the restraints would not let him.

Michael was hurting badly, his head pounded like an explosion was going off inside, his eyes hurt, his body felt oddly detached, he tried to move but found he could not, he felt the feathery touch of Nikita’s fingers and tried to turn and nuzzle her hand, but his head was tied down, he was about to start fighting the restraints when he heard Kyra’s voice, he tried to open his eyes but he saw nothing, total darkness, he tried to move or make a sound to show them he was awake, but could not manage it.

He was frustrated, mad at his unresponsive body, his mind was running a mile a minute but his body was as slow as a caterpillar, He needed Nikita to know he was awake, he tried to move again, but nothing, then he realized he was freezing, he felt the coldness of the ice packs and wondered if he had a fever and why? he felt flustered and tired, but could not remember why he hurt, he tried again to speak and a soft moan crossed his dry, cracked lips.

“ We crashed the plane, you were badly injured, don’t move” Nikita carefully untied him and gently lifted his head bringing the glass to his lips telling him to sip the water.

Michael took a couple of sips and smiled, his throat felt better, but still he could not remember anything except The last time Nikita and him had been together, her last words to him * I don’t love you anymore* a soft whimper escaped his lips as he remembered that something had been done to her, he tried to gaze into her eyes but found out he was blind.

He tried to touch Nikita’s face but his arm was heavy and painful to move, he raised his hand a few centimeters and it flopped back beside him, his head felt like it was about to explode, severe pain searing through his whole body.

Between Nikita and Kyra they moved a semi-consciouss Michael back into the bedroom and onto the bed, the pain was intense and caused him to black out momentarily.

She watched him asleep, face down, his body stretched out along the length of the bed, his left arm hanging off the side of the bed, Kneeling beside him, she trailed a hand lovingly over his short, cinnamon-colored hair. He stirred immediately, startling her by turning over to face her, his green eyes dulled by the last vestiges of drug and pain. “Ki-ta...” he breathed.

Her eyes flew open, revealing the distress there. “Don’t what, Michael? Don’t tell me not to be scared, cause I can’t help it! Don’t tell me not to cry, cause I can’t help that either! I almost lost you, and it’s all my fault! Do you think I don’t know that?”

“ I almost destroyed you, Because of section I almost killed you, I can’t think of why they did this to me, but it is gone, the programming is gone, I Love You, I do” she burried her face in her hands and sobbed loudly, she felt Michael’s fingers wrap around her slender wrist and pull gently toward him, she stood and laid her head beside his on the bed, his arm covering her chest and caressing her shoulder, his eyes were filled with tears. But these tears were not of pain and sorow like before, they were tears of joy, ** she said she loves me!**

Slowly Michael moved his hand up and down her back, caressing her spine softly until he felt the change in her breathing and smiled at knowing she had fallen asleep.

Birkoff had spent the best part of the night working on a way to track Michael and Nikita and finally he had hit upon the perfect way, Nikita still had the implant from the Chernov Mission, he could use it to triangulate her position and where she was Michael would not be far away.

Birkoff walked to Walter’s lair and moved through the gates to the back, standing behind some boxes and waiting for Walter, Birkoff started to think about the last 5 years since Nikita came to section.

*** what a day it had been, full of boredom, Birkoff was only 17 years old and still very wet behind the ears as operatives in section went, he had never taken one step outside the section since he was brought in.

He was playing his favorite game on the computer when Michael walked into Comm bringing a very desheeveled looking girl, but God was she beautiful! Birkoff swallowed the candy he was sucking and almost choked on it.

“ Birkoff this is Nikita, I want you to train her, Nikita obey Birkoff, he is our resident Genious, and Head of Comm.” Michael walked away and Birkoff did not know what to do with this angel.

Birkoff Moved up a couple of years to the Chandler mission, he was having fun watching How Michael tried hard not to show how jealous he was at Nikita’s Attention shifted to Chandler, Michael had been working him raw all day since Nikita walked into Chandler’s boat and started dancing with him***

Birkoff relaxed and brought his full attention to Walter “ I found a way to track them, well track Nikita, she still has the Implant from the Chernov mission, I can triangulate her position and find her fast, but I need your help”

Walter stood there, watching Birkoff struggle to ask for help, **the kid was too young to be in this place, but he had managed what no one else in section had done, tunnel into the deep files and he was caught, I wonder how terrible it truly was for Birkoff to be uprooted from his Abusive home life and brought to Section one at the tender age of eleven, he must have thought this place was a heaven after what his parents put him through.**

Up in the aerie Operations was still going strong, he was so furious at Madeleine for not only reprogramming Nikita without his knowledge but for actually trying to kill Michael, Madeleine had gone too far and he was going to be replacing her soon, he had to, Madeleine was jealous of Michael and Nikita and she would do anything to obtain what she wanted, which to Paul’s views were a few more years of screwing with Michael.

He had never liked the closeness Michael had with Madeleine but to think that Simone had soon moved in and made her kill as you might say, Simone had taken Michael’s attentions soon after being paired with him,

Michael was having a terrifying Nightmare, He was standing in the middle of Comm, Nikita was talking to Operations and Madeleine and they were laughing, then Nikita turned to him and he extended his arms but instead of her warm smile, she looked at him pulled her gun and told him, ** I told you I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE! ** then Madeleine took the gun from Nikita and suddenly they were not in Comm anymore, they were in the white room and Michael was strapped to the chair, Nikita’s hand was shaking as she pointed the gun at his heart, Madeleine walked in and took Nikita’s hand and shot him, then as his body laid dying in an ever growing pool of blood he watched as Madeleine laughed and turned the gun on Nikita and shot her in the chest, the blood splashing on Michael’s pale face and he screamed

Nikita had been lying beside Michael when he started to shake violently, his breath shallow and rapid, his hands fisted on the bed sheets, a whimper came from him, Nikita tried to make him let go of the sheets and suddenly he jerked, his whole body convulsing and jumping in mid air, his breath choked in his chest and suddenly he screamed, His muscles going slack, his skin so white she thought he was dead.

Nikita’s fingers slid from his too pale cheeks to his neck, looking for a heart beat, she could not find any, she was shaking as Kyra walked in and sat on the bed, a soft intake of breath was the first thing Kyra felt, then her hands moved to his neck, a thready and accelrated heartbeat was found, Kyra took Nikita’s hand and pressed it to his neck, Nikita cried in joy to feel his breath on her cheek and his heart beat, Kyra stood and walked to the kitchen.

“ Yes Shannon i know, he is still in mortal danger but what can I do? Dad will not be here soon, he is stuck at....” suddenly she felt a cold air rush through her, she stood and a vision hit her full force making her knees buckle and she fell to the floor.

*** a dark truck was making it’s way slowly up the winding road toward the cabin, when suddenly an Avalanche came rushing down and ran the truck off the road and off the side of the ravine, she saw her father’s face crying out and the driver jump out of the truck, her father jumped out but he did not make it to the edge of the road, he fell several feet and landed on a ledge, she saw his face bleeding and he was too still***

Nikita walked into the kitchen and saw Kyra lying on her stomach, shaking and tears running down her face, she took Kyra’s face between her hands and tried to make Kyra calm down, but Kyra kept crying, and soon Nikita realized Kyra was in the midst of a Vision.

Nikita returned to Kyra and saw her trying to stand on wobbly legs, Nikita took hold of Kyra’s shoulders and helped her to the couch where an exhausted and scared Kyra laid down and told Nikita “ My Father is hurt, Call headquarters and get help, tell them he is at the 3rd turn off the Mountain base, just passed Chloe’s café.”

Kyra fell into a deep sleep, Nikita took the radio and called the police station, a man by the name of Gregor answered and asked her many questions, but after she mentioned that Kyra had told her this, Gregor told Nikita they were on their way.

On a cold ledge a man laid bleeding to death, his breathing becoming more erratic by the minute, another man stood a few feet above the ledge, his hands shaking, he watched as the precious life blood of his commander slowly flowed out of him, Stan moved away and decided to walk to the cabin, it was no more than a couple of miles, he took the short way, straight up the mountain.

The bleeding man watched with frozen tears on his face as his second in command walked away from the edge of the ravine, his breathing was almost non existent, he knew he was dying and tried to contact his child.

Kyra laid on the couch, her face covered by her hands, she felt her father’s mind reaching out to her, she sat up and tried to concentrate, but Michael was making it difficult, Kyra went to Michael’s side and kissed his face, she felt Nikita stir beside him and she moved to the desk, she knew if she gave him the sedative it could kill him, but she had to contact her father, she took the syringe and drew the amount of sedative into it, she walked towards Michael and sat beside him, taking his limp, pale arm she injected the liquid into his vein, he made a soft whimper but settled back into a deep sleep once again.

Kyra walked to her bedroom and took her father’s sweater out of her closet, she put it on and sat on her bed, closed her eyes and let her mind go to her father, she felt Michael’s weak attempts to regain conscioussness but he was unsuccesful.

** Father what’s wrong** she gasped as she made contact with the dying man who once had been her father, her eyes filled with tears and she sobbed as his life slowly slipped out of his body.

On the ledge a man slowly smiled and kissed his fingers before moving to let his dead body fall down the ravine, he knew he was going to die before help arrived, he sent his last wish to his daughter and slipped off, his body flying through the air and landing heavily on the ground below. No pain, his soul had left his body a long time before he hit the ground.

Kyra sobbed loudly into her hands, knowing that she was now completely alone in the world, she laid her head on the pillow and let the exhaustion of her mind’s wandering take her into a deep sleep.

Nikita had heard Kyra crying, but she was more concerned with Michael’s breathing, he was panting, she touched his cheek and felt the fever still raging in him.

Nikita stood and saw the vial of the sedative sitting on the night table, half empty, she took Michael’s arm and saw the fresh needle mark on it, she opened his eyes and saw the deep sedation he was under.

Nikita walked toward the bedroom and watched Kyra lay her head on her pillow and fall asleep, her last words were softly whispered “ Good bye father, I love you”

Nikita understood why Kyra had sedated Michael, his mind was too strong and his thoughts must have flooded Kyra’s already tired mind, and when her father made contact she decided to put Michael under and contact her father.

Nikita walked back to Michael and saw him shaking violently, his arms flying everywhere, he suddenly arched up and opened his mouth in a wild scream that did not pass his lips, he collapsed back on the bed.

Nikita took hold of his shoulders and tried to wake him, but she could not, she laid her head on his chest, listening to his raspy breathing and his accelerated heart beat.

Inside the police station Gregor had called all his available personnel, he was briefing the team when 5 men dressed in black walked into the station and asked to speak to the commander, Gregor was the acting chief until Commander Ryan returned.

“ My name is Chris Davenport, I am looking for my boss and his fiance, they were flying through these mountains toward the Abitibi region, they have not contacted us and we fear they could have crashed their plane”

Gregor watched as the men stood in a good Imitation of a **relaxed position** but he knew too much about the Military and how the spooks worked, and he had a feeling these men were spooks, first class spooks.

“ Please sit down Mr. Davenport, we had a plane crash early yesterday afternoon up on the mountain, My commander went to investigate but found the pass closed by an Avalanche, they were on their way to the cabin were these people sought help when his truck was thrown off the road by another Avalanche, we are getting ready to try and get to them in time to save the man in the crash, we have been told he has been mortally wounded.”

“ Yes his name is Michael Samuelle, he was traveling with his fiance a Nikita Stein when the plane crashed, My commander lives up on the mountain, a few miles from the crash site, his daughter went to help and found the young man dying of Hypothermia and severe injuries”

Perlman looked at Davenport and he stood, asking to speak privaltely to his colleages, Gregor walked out and motioned for Shary to turn the surveillance inside the commander’s office on.

“ Mr. Davenport? What is the situation?” Operations was going through the worst ciggarette withdrawal in a long time, his nerves were shattered and he still had to deal with Madeleine. He was not in a good mood.

Kyra had awakened as Michael’s vital signs were starting to deteriorate, she felt the difficulty he had in breathing and she immediatelly walked toward him, she touched his face, the skin was cooler, and clammy, she felt his carotid artery for a heart beat and found it beating fast, way too fast.

Kyra slowly touched Michael’s entire body, as she moved to his chest a shudder made her stop, she felt Michael coughing, she put her ear to his chest and heard the rattle in his lungs.

Kyra was about to explain when Michael started to gasp for air, his body jerking as he battled the cough, Nikita lifted his shoulders and saw the blood bubbling from his mouth, bright red.

Nikita told Kyra he was coughing up blood, Kyra moved her hand to his face and touched his lips, she brought the hand filled with blood toward her nose, then she tasted the blood **it’s sweet, it’s from his lungs.**

Michael suddenly spasmed and retched, his body lurching forward, Kyra knew this was not good, his body was too weak to battle the Pneumonia he was suffering, and the blood showed her he had indeed suffered a punctured lung.

Michael’s head snapped back and suddenly he convulsed, his body shaking severely Nikita held him as best as she could while he seized, as suddenly as it started it stopped, leaving a very pale and shaking Michael in Nikita’s arms, his breathing so shallow and rapid she could not tell if he even drew any breath at all. Slowly his muscles went slack, Nikita was crying silently while holding a limp and dead looking Michael in her shaking arms, she laid him down on his side, trying to make his lungs easier to fill with air.

Kyra walked to the kitchen, she knew he would not survive, the Pneumonia had attacked him full force and the punctured lung had taken too long to show itself, Kyra shook her head, it was there all along, the shallow ragged breathing, she just had not paid attention to it as she battled the head wound.

She touched his bluish lips and a lonely tear fell down her cheek, he would die, Unless they did something, but what? Nikita suddenly remembered the Oxygen and the respirator, she stood kissing Michael’s limp hand and walking to Kyra.

Kyra turned toward the frightened woman, feeling the battle Michael raged to live and draw each precious breath, she knew he was already dying, his body slowly letting go of it’s soul, then a thought came to her, they had to operate again, this time to repair his punctured lung, this was too much for her, Kyra walked to the bedroom and locked herself inside.

Nikita watched Kyra walk into her room and close the door, she knew Kyra did not know what to do, Nikita returned to Michael’s side and prayed, truly prayed for the first time since her childhood.

Michael felt like he was drowning, he tried to move but it hurt too much, he opened his eyes and tried to see, but still nothing, he felt Nikita beside him and moved his hand slowly till he touched her hand, Nikita gasped at his touch, she grabbed his cold hand in hers and kissed it, his eyes closed and a tear slipped from under his dark lashes.

Michael tried to speak but no sound came out of his gasping chest, he squeezed her hand and brought it slowly to his face, his lips kissing her delicate hands, he traced the soft knicks on her fingers and slowly opened his eyes, Nikita saw the shimmering tears in them and hers fell slowly down her cheeks.

Michael was gasping painfully, he tried to suppress the urge to cough but it was too strong, his body lurched forward and spasmed again, blood bubbling from his pale blue lips, his body was shaking so badly Nikita thought he was convulsing, she knew he had no more time, as she saw him cough once again and suddenly he passed out, she laid his limp body back on the bed and allowed herself to cry for a few minutes.

Slowly she forced herself to stand and walk to Kyra’s bedroom, as Nikita was about to knock Kyra opened the door and walked by Nikita and to Michael, Kyra took his face between her hands Putting her cheek beside his mouth, she could barely feel his shaky breath as he exhaled and inhaled rapidly.

"Nikita we need to operate, I know it is not your area of expertise but he can’t breathe, he is slowly drowning in his own blood, your people will not arrive in time”

Nikita gasped as Kyra stood and walked to the kitchen, entered the small room and pulled the gurney loaded with all the instruments to the livingroom, she pushed the gurney into the bedroom and told Nikita to help her set the necessary instruments to operate.

Kyra stood and told Nikita “ stan is my father’s second in command, he is making his way here on foot, but I’m not sure if he will make it in time, he is a field medic, he has Dealt with this type of injury during the Gulf War, if he was here he could do this surgery and save Michael”

Kyra moved toward Michael and again administered the anesthetic, waiting for it to take effect, she called Nikita and very carefully they lifted Michael onto the gurney and made their way to the livingroom.

Kyra explained to Nikita that she had to clean the area completely, Nikita cut the sweater off Michael and saw his chest, it was covered in purplish lines, like a fine piece of marble, pale and turning blue.

At the police station Davenport was battling a huge head ache, his hands hurt badly due to the cold of the season, he sat watching as a little girl cried to the police woman about her kitten being lost, Davenport felt the season’s weight settling on his shoulders once again.

**Christmas season again, this time at least they were warm, last christmas they were all freezing their Butts off while on a surveillance mission in the Ukraine. But this time he might have lost two of his friends, he knew Michael was strong but he doubted he would be able to survive a brain injury, most likely Nikita was crying her eyes out while holding his cold and dead body. **

Perlman sat by the window trying to devise a plan for them to get to the cabin in time, he had to get to Michael, it was imperative that the young man survive, Not only Nikita would kill Operations for this trip but she would kill him for not being able to get there in sufficent time to save Michael’s life.

Snow watched from under his dark lashes the comings and goings of the station, he knew that Gregor did not want hem playing in his back yard, Tuff! They had to not only get Michael and Nikita back alive, but make sure no one found the papers stashed inside the plane.

Gregor sat inside the commander’s office and watched the 5 men in black, they were too quiet, and too still to be civilians, he had taken the leader’s Prints and run them twice, this man had died over 12 years ago, at least according o the stupid computer!

Gregor was more sure than ever that these group were covert agents, but from what country? He sat back and wondered if the passengers of the plane were indeed engaged or a deep cover couple, he knew all about the different organizations around the world, and he decided to leave it alone.

“ Davenport, we have a situation, the chief accessed yout file via you fingerprints, they know you’re dead, Operations says cancel them all, and find a way to get to Michael, The choppers are grounded till tomorrow” Birkoff hated to give a cancelation order, but as he looked up at the aerie and saw Operations smile down at him, he knew it was better to obey and deal with it in therapy.

“ No nothing so far, i know where they are and Davenport is close but not close enough and Operations is screaming at George for denying the 2 choppers to go and get Michael and Nikita, looks like George is not as fond of the next Operations as we thought.”

Birkoff sat down heavily on the bench. “ Why did I not think of that before, of course, with our power we can use Davenport’s Comm unit to bounce her singal to us”

Kyra took a deep breath and shook her shoulders, she was so glad that her prayers had ben answered before they had to open Michael’s chest, Stan was here, now he could take over and do what he did best, save lives.

Kyra made sure Michael was breathing well enough through the endotracheal tube and covered his pale chest with a blanket, she walked to Stan and explained what was going on and Stan walked toward the dying man, a few drops of blood slipping out of the unconsciouss young man’s mouth, he listened to his chest and turned toward Nikita.

Stan stood watching the way the Blonde trated the man, he knew she loved him deeply, Stan moved to the chair and took a seat, watching Nikita caress Michael’s chest and face lovingly and whisper into his ear.

Kyra knew Nikita was not in any condition to donate blood, she had been hurt badly and still could die, but she knew that if the surgery proceeded without some blood to help Michael recover the young man would die of blood loss.

Stan took Nikita asking her if she had been badly injured, she said no and moved toward the chair, she rolled her sleeve up and offered her left arm to Stan, he took it and proceeded to take the needed blood from her.

As Stan took the Much needed amount of blood, he knew it would not be enough to save Michael, he was also A positive and told Kyra to draw some of his blood also, Kyra did as ordered and soon there were two pints of blood waiting for Michael.

Stan stood and started to get ready for surgery, Nikita stood on wobbly legs and moved aside, taking the blood kit she walked to the bathroom and closed the door, she drew another 2 pints of blood and walked toward the livingroom, she barely put the blood on the table when she passed out.

Stan waited until Nikita regained Concioussness to start the surgery, he needed a pair of eyes to help him see any complications, plus he was glad he had Kyra, she was damn good before her accident and she still could help.

They started the surgery and Stan drew the scalpel across Michael’s chest, making sure that he did not cut anything vital, he made the necessary cuts and finally got to the lungs, indeed the left lung was filled with blood, he started to sutture the lung while Nikita used the manual pump to drain the blood from his lungs, the right lung was filling with liquid which told Stan the man was also battling a bad case of Pneumonia, it would be a miracle if he survived the night.

After 2 and a half hours they closed Michael’s chest and bandaged him, Stan checked the blood flow and made sure the young man was breathing, his chest still shuddered some with each breath but his lungs were clear, a tube coming out of his left side drained the liquid from his lungs.

They waited until the young man started to wake from the anesthetic to move Him to the bed again and Nikita settled beside him, her head resting beside his, her hand gently caressing his jaw.

Nikita started to feel sick, she had been laying beside Michael, listening to his effort to breathe when suddenly her stomach turned and she jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom, she kneeled and heaved, her body wracked with shudders, she tried to close the door but had no time.

Stan took the guard duty after watching Nikita run to the bathroom, he checked the tubes that hung from Michael’s let side, the liquid was clear but still flowing out of his lungs ** not good ** he thought.

Stan was worried about the young man, he knew they had crashed and he had barely survived, Kyra had told him of the extraordinary job Nikita did taking the pressure off his brain, but the young man was suffering not only from a broken skull and ribs, but from pneumonia, a deadly illness if left to run it’s course, in a hospital He could do something, stuck here up on the mountain he could do nothing more.

Kyra stood and pulled Nikita with her, Nikita’s legs were wobbly and she almost collapsed again, Kyra helped her walk to her bedroom, Nikita insisted on staying with Michael but Kyra made her realise that they had to find out what was wrong, if this was infectious, she could do more damage to Michael.

Kyra took Nikita’s arm and gently drew some blood, she told Stan to run the blood And check for anything infectious, several hours later Stan returned with an astonished expression on his face.

Stan looked at her and motioned for her to follow him, he again took the blood sample and also asked Nikita to do a urine sample, she accepted, a couple of hours later the results were in, **POSITIVE** the urine sample said, the blood sample had the same result, Nikita’s mind was reeling.

** How can I be pregnant? I have not been with anyone since....” her thoughts stopped and she walked toward Michael, she sat beside him and noticed him move closer toward her, she was shaking from the revelation.

The pain was dull, he slowly moved his head and felt the stab of pain run straight through it and it felt like lighting splitting his head in pieces, he tried to move and felt the pain on his chest, he tried to move his left arm but it was strapped, he moved his right arm and touched his chest gently, a dull pain made him shudder, he slowly opened his eyes, his sight was still black, he tried again to move but the pain was increasing and he laid back trying to control the pain.

She slowly lifted her hand and took Michael’s in it, Michael moved his head toward the movement and realized it was Nikita, he smiled softly and tried to move again, this time the pain stabbed him full force, he groaned and fell back upon the pillows, trying to control his breathing, each breath stabbed his chest and lungs unmercifully and He felt the darkness start to rush at him, trying to take him back into it’s clutches.

“ Michael you need to stay still, you had surgery and if you move you can damage your lungs further” Nikita tried to see if he had understood her and he slowly nodded his head yes.

Michael’s head hurt severely, the injury there coupled with the chest was making his thoughts fuzzy and confused, he squeezed her hand and tried to control his breathing again, this time he was successful, his chest ached but not as much as before, Nikita had been caresing his face to help him calm down, he turned his face into the caress and sighed, his head was pounding, he could feel the tube draining the fluid from his lungs and knew he must have been in mortal danger for Nikita to attempt such a dangerous surgery.

He slowly was able to control his breathing, Nikita kept caressing his cheek slowly, tenderly, he felt Kyra walk into the room and sit beside him, he tried to speak but what came out was barely a croak.

Michael then tried to concentrate and sent her his thoughts knowing she was worried and he wanted to calm her, but that only gave him a worse head ache and he stopped.

Michael felt Kyra take his left arm and gently introduce a needle into his vein, he tried to move but could not, the movement made him groan with pain once again.

“ What did you give me?” he started to feel the drug’s action immediately, a soft langour and a deep sigh escaped him, he tried unsuccessfully to fight the effects of the drug, but slowly his muscles went lax and oblivion claimed him once again.

Back at Section Operations was going mad, Davenport could not go up and retrieve their operatives in the storm, Madeleine was still under arrest inside her office, and George was calling to know the outcome of the Bragnady Mission which Michael and Nikita had been on their way to do.

Operations watched the comm below nd slowly turned to Birkoff “ I need you to contact Davenport and tell him to walk up that mountain and retreive Michael and Nikita NOW! “

Birkoff watched as Operations eyes started to become wild, remembering the stint with Philo a few months ago Birkoff took 2 steps back and nodded his head. “ anything else sir?”

Birkoff walked toward his station and proceeded to contact Davenport, He truly had pity for Davenport, everytime Michael was not around Davenport took the brunt of Operations temper.

Suddenly his PDA beeped and he looked at it, Birkoff had sent a comuniqué. ** Operations says to walk up the mountain and retrieve the package, immediate response necessary**

Davenport took another sip of his cooling coffee and turned toward the window, he saw the snow storm coming in and decided that they could not walk up to the cabin in that weather.

Birkoff almost choked when he saw Davenport’s response, he proceeded to call Operations and make sure he was far away from any flying objects, Walter had stood watching Birkoff moving out of direct contact when suddenly there was a huge below and glass fell over Comm, Walter watched as Birkoff crawled out from under a desk and proceeded to tell his tech’s to clean the area, he then turned towards Walter and saw the old man laughing.

Snow, Bragger, Norton, Monseca, Shriver and Perlman looked at their team leader and with painful grimaces started to get the gear ready for a nice hike up the stormy mountain.

Davenport walked outside, took the Glock and emptied the whole clip into the back of the jeep, he felt satisifed at taking revenge on something and took his time reloading his gun.

Snow had watched as Davenport emptied his gun and shuddered at knowing that Davenport did not have the finnesse Michael had when dealing with Operations, Michael would have obeyed Ops and they would already have been taking the trail up the freezing stormy mountain to retrieve Operations Most priced posesions, Michael Samuelle and His Blonde sidekick.

The team prepared to climb one of the steepest mountains in Quebec, theyknew that they had at least 12 hours of walking ahead of them and they prepared themselves by tripling on socks, outerwear, and warm coffee.

Madeleine was sitting primly at her desk, her hands still tied behind her back, she had been trying to size, Stevens, Dokarti, and Frangrum, they were only level 3, not much Good looks, neither of the three operatives had been trainedfor Valentine missions, their bodies were more useful in the field.

Operations had been watching Madeleine try to make her guards untie her, the three operatives stationed to watch Madeleine had been hand picked by Davenport himself for their brawn and their unappealing looks, Operations knew that Davenport had taken Michael’s lessons to heart when it came to section’s second in Command, she would use all she had to her advantage, but with these men she could not, they were not that ugly, but Davenport knew Madeleine had more refined tastes and she would never stoop so low as to actually try to get these men in her bed.

Stevens and Dokarti normally worked with Housekeeping due to their size and how they handled themselves, Frangrum was a new transfer from section 4, but he had been well versed on Madeleine’s mind games.

Operations watched for a few more minutes before turning to walk toward her office, he would enjoy making her sweat this time, she had used all their resources to tamper with Nikita’s mind, and the results had been terrible, Michael had gone into one of his depressions and had come out of it even scarier than when Simone was lost, his anger at the section leaders was no longer hidden, he showed his hate and Operations had realized that playing with Michael was dangerous to their health.

Operations took a quick survey of the office, he smiled at realizing that the guards had taken all lethal weapons out of the office, he started to walk around Madeleine’s chair and Madeleine started to squirm after the 5th Turn.

Operations stood behind her, he took the switch blade out and pushed the button, Madeleine jumped at the sound of the blade snatching open, she tried to see what paul had in his hand, she knew the sound of a switch blade opening when she heard one and wondered if she had actually gone too far this time?

Operations brought the blade against her cheek and let her feel the cold steel of the blade, he was having fun with her, her mind games were now being turned against her, and she hated it.

Madeleine moved her cheek slightly away from the steel of the blade, she caught sight of Operations eyes and she shuddered, his eyes were glazed and she could see the wish to inflict pain on her, Madeleine decided to not move, nor make a sound, he would tire and leave.

As predicted after making a small cut below her chin, which she never even flinched, Operations called the guards and ordered them to take Madeleine to clean herself, then they should bring her back, and wait for further instructions.

Nikita was in the kitchen making her special eggs and bacon when she heard Kyra walk in, Kyra sat by the window and tears started to fall, Nikita turned and walked toward Kyra.

Nikita moved her hand to his cheek and found his skin cold, Michael tried to move away from her touch but he became dizzy and almost toppled off the bed, Nikita grabbed his shoulders and gently pulled him back under the covers.

“ Michael you broke a couple of ribs, one of them punctured your lung, the pain comes from the punctured lung and subsequent surgery to close the puncture, you came very close to dying”

Michael heard the sadness in her voice and interpreted it ** I still might die I know love, don’t be afraid my angel I will not leave you alone in section** he sighed sadly and Nikita looked at him.

Nikita had learned to descipher Michael’s moods, and she saw that today he was in a very depressive mood, she had to do something to make him want to live but what?

Kyra felt that Michael was still holding on to life by a very thin thread and she knew that the only reason for Michael to still be alive was due to Nikita, she decided to try a new approach.

Michael felt Kyra take his hand and a bolt of electricity went through his body, he knew this girl had more than just the gift of premonition she also had the healing touch, she could heal with her hands, he tried to pull his hand away from hers but she would not let him.

Nikita watched the interaction between Michael and Kyra, Slowly Nikita tooka seat beside Michael and raised her hand toward his face, as her hand laid suspended a few inches away from his face he turned his face toward the impending caress, Nikita knew this was no coincidence, he could feel her hand before it touched his skin, she felt the normal prickly feeling through her very soul as his face approached her hand, and softly settled there, she caressed his bearded jaw and softly raised her hand to run her fingers through his soft curls.

Davenport had taken 3 of his team members plus the doctor and started to climb the mountain, he had left 2 of the higher level ops at the police station just in case.

Davenport took the lead, he made sure each step was slow and calculated, they had to be as fast as they could but carefully no sense in loosing more operatives than necessary.

Meanwhile inside the cabin Michael was trying to eat some, Kyra had decided he was well enough to eat some soup, and Nikita was feeding him, she was finally finding out why medlab kept him sedated every time he was injured.

Nikita finally got him to eat the whole bowl, Michael was as usual his stoic self and Nikita realized he must be in a large amount of pain to close himself off like this.

Michael had been trying to fight the pain and the depression since he awoke this morning, he was worried about the injuries he received, his left arm was useless, his chest ached severely and his head was a torment all on it’s own, he knew that they were also putting Kyra in danger, section would not care about a blind girl even if she had saved their lives!

Kyra had laid down to sleep some after making sure Michael was as comfortable as she could make him, she had administered some pain killers and she knew he would soon fall asleep again.

“ Nikita Kyra is danger, we need to get out of here before Section reaches us” he was out of breath, he closed his eyes tightly to try and control the amount of pain he was in.

“ Nikita Section will kill Kyra, either that or use her in many experiments due to her abilities, Madeleine would screw with her mind, I won’t subject her to that”

Michael nodded and let her inject him, he immediately felt the effects of the drug cursing through his system, he smiled softly, ** Not enough to put me under? God Kita you are getting good at deception**

“ Nikita I must tell you, before It affects me too much; protect Kyra, keep her safe, Kita, do you remember what you said in your apt. After the Genefex Mission?”

Michael was holding Nikita’s hand tightly against his chest, the pain was decreasing and the euphoric effects of the Morphine were slowly kicking in, he needed to know what she felt now, he had to know before he died.

“ Michael yes I remember it all, Madeleine did something to me, I don’t know exactly what, but she blocked my memories, memories of us, our love, our relationship, she tried to destroy us, but it did not work.”

“Nikita please listen to me....” Nikita saw Michael’s eyelashes start to flutter and his eyes were rolling into the back of his head, he grabbed Nikita’s hand with his shaking one

“ Kita I need you so much, I have never felt like this before, **Gulp** I fell in love with you since I saw you lying in that gurney inside the white room, once I looked into your innocent blue eyes i knew you were not guilty of the crime, but I could not bring myself to believe it, I trained you to survive in section, to be like me, but you would not, you never broke, I loved you more each day and it killed me to lie and use you, I’m sorry for all of that **Gulp** I don’t know if I will survive this, but I want you to be prepared for the worst “

Nikita knew what he was going to tell her, his security codes and safety precautions he had been taking since he arrived in section, she wanted to cry out and tell him he would live, but she knew section if he was damaged he would be cancelled and she was the only one he trusted.

“ Take my laptop from my office, find the files MN 37551, MNS 854429, MNS 2136RJ9 REJ 446129 and a file by the name ADAMNIK, then purge all inside the laptop and return it to my office. Kita use what is inside these files to protect yourself if you are in danger of cancelation.

I will need you to go to my loft, take my laptop there and open the files, read them all and also find the following files inside my home laptop; Agamenon 954410, Cherbilko MN 312056441 and UMNTKL 985502387 the last one contains damaging Intel on Madeleine and Operations, if you ever find yourself in danger go to George, give him the UMNTKL file and he will protect you”

Michael smiled at the conviction he heard in her voice, Nikita kept speaking, but he started to hear a ringing in his ears and he knew that the darkness would soon follow, he forced himself to pay attention to all his beloved said.

“ Michael what Madeleine did is gone, I remember everything, our love, our midnight rendesvous, our games with section to spend 1 hour together, Michael I Love You, How can I not love you? You hurt and sacrificed yourself for me, you did lie and hurt me but you almost died due to me on many ocasions, you lied to protect me and went as far as to set me free, I love you beyond words my dark knight” Nikita leaned in and softly kissed his mouth, he responded with such fervor and suddenly she was lying beside him, she felt wetness slowly make it’s way down his cheeks and she knew he as crying, she had finally told him her feelings and he was too weak to control his emotions anymore.

Michael almost choked when he heard his soulmate speak those 3 special words, for him words were not important, they were dangerous, he used actions to show what he felt, but today, knowing he was close to dying he had to force himself to tell her what his heart felt. He felt wetness make it’s way down his face and he realized he was crying, he had to tell her before the drugs won and he fell back into the dark oblivion.

“Nikita I Love You, I have always loved you, Kita you brighten my life, you .... are..... my ...... salvation........”Michael’s eyes finally closed, the Morphine had taken him back into the darkness of a drug induced sleep.

Nikita held him tightly to her breast, tears cursing down her alabaster cheeks, but they were tears of joy, he had finally told her he loved her, those words from Michael were sacred to her, for she knew the difficulty he had to express his feelings.

Nikita walked slowly to the bathroom, she felt an excrutiating pain in her abdomen but she could not tell anyone, she sat on the potty and suddenly a severe pain shook her body, she felt something come out of her and looked, she cried as she realized she had miscarried the baby, she sat on the floor watching the mass of flesh that used to be hers and Michael’s baby floating, she slowly laid down on the floor and cried for the child they had lost, after several minutes she pulled her control around her like a cloack and gathered herself, she stood and cleaned herself, she flushed the potty and watched her child disappear down the drain, it was for the best, she would have never been able to carry the child to term.

Kyra was slowly falling in her dream, suddenly she felt hands grb her and sit her in a chair, her arms and legs were strapped to the chair and suddenly a bright light invaded the darkness she was in.

A door opened and a chestnut hair woman walked in, her face was beautiful but Kyra felt the menacing instincts rolling of her, the woman smiled at Kyra and walked behind her, suddenly the straps were off and Kyra jumped out of the chair, she cowered in the farthest corner from the woman.

“ Don’t be afraid My name is Madeleine come with me” Madeleine opened the door and waited For Kyra to stand and walk through it, Kyra sensed something bad was going to happen and she stood and followed the woman carefully, Madeleine stopped at a steel door, it opened and Madeleine urged her inside.

“ This is your room, shower and change, I will come back for you in thirty minutes.” Madeleine smiled again and turned, the door closed and Kyra ran to it, it was locked, Kyra surveyed the room, an army style cot sat against the wall, a steel desk and chair sat beside the door, on the cot there was a change of clothes, and some personal items.

“ Come with me” Madeleine turned and walked away, Kyra followed slowly, she was soon at an elevator and they entered, Kyra was feeling extremely apprehensive as the door opened to a brightly lighted corridor, Madeleine walked out and Kyra followed, they turned the corner and suddenly Kyra heard the noise of many people gathered.

Madeleine walked through Comm and toward medlab, Birkoff watched as Kyra walked by, Kyra could not help but lock eyes with Birkoff and she saw the young man flush bright red as she smiled at him, Kyra turned and followed Madeleine toward what looked like a hospital ward, they entered a white room where she saw Nikita sitting beside a bed, on the bed was Michael, his eyes covered by gause, Nikita woke the instant the door opened and she gazed at kyra amazed.

Madeleine pushed a button and a doctor appeared, a syringe in his hand, he injected Michael and soon Michael was regaining conscioussness, his head tossing side to side and a moan escaped his cracked lips, Nikita caressed his cheek lovingly as he slowly regained conscioussness.

Kyra moved to stand at the end of the bed, she gazed lovingly at Michael’s features, his nose was typically french, looked like it had been broken, his jaw was strong and finely made, a soft beard growing there, his mouth was beautiful, his lips were neither full nor thin, and he had the most innocent looking nubbin on the middle of his upper lip, she wanted to kiss those lips and taste his essence.

She was brought suddenly out of her reverie as Michael tried to sit up, she immediately moved to push his shoulders back and he hissed, she jumped at his hiss and tried to run, but he called her softly.

Kyra looked at Michael and she swiftly ran out of the door, she ran as fast as she could and suddenly she bumped into someone, she fell her hair covering her face, she looked through the golden strands at the coldest blue eyes she had ever seen, she stood slowly and tried to escape but His hands grabbed her and she felt her soul dying, she screamed and suddenly she fell.

Kyra woke up screaming, she had fallen off the bed and as she tried to stand she felt Stan take her by the hand and help her up, she heard Nikita running toward the room and Kyra called out as Nikita approached her.

Stan helped Kyra dress for the weather and soon they were running into the snow storm, Stan did not know what was wrong but he knew that the 2 left back at the cabin were not in mortal danger but he and Kyra were.

Suddenly a dark figure grabbed Kyra and pushed him against the tree, Kyra fell on her knees trying to grab onto something, the dark figure tied Stan’s hands behind his back and turned to gaze at the young girl, he realized she was blind and he took her hand and helped her stand.

“ I’m not going to hurt you girl, stop fighting” Kyra stopped Immediately upon hearing Davenport’s voice, she remembered his voice from the first vision she had.

Back inside the cabin Nikita had Michael covered under many blankets and the 2 bullet proof vests, she was kneeling beside the bed, holding Michael’s burning and limp hand in her left one while her right hand had her Glock aimed at the door.

“ Nikita it’s me Snow, don’t shoot, we’re here to help” Snow had the 2 ops spread out and soon the cabin was covered, Snow walked to the closed bedroom door and softly opened it, he gazed at Nikita kneeling beside the bed, his eyes strayed toward the bundle and he realized Michael was under all those blankets, he chuckled softly as he heard Davenport being Kicked once again by the blind girl.

She took the Comm unit from Snow and as she put it up to her ear she heard another curse from Davenport, she knew that they had caught Kyra and Stan, and tears filled her eyes as she realized she had just killed two very good people.

Nikita turned her back on snow and joined the doctor beside Michael, he was still out, his skin pale and sweat covered, the doctor took Michael’s vital signs, his heartbeat was too fast, his breathing was ragged and shallow, he could tell Michael had a ragging infection he felt the fever still running through Michael.

Nikita caressed Michael’s pale cheeks as the doctor administered the antibiotics, he then turned and saw Kyra walk into the cabin, Nikita tried to go to her but Davenport stopped her with a glare.

Several hours later Michael was slowly coming out of his drug induced sleep and he started to toss his head from side to side, Nikita was lying beside Michael as he started to regain conscioussness and she tenderly held his hand and crooned to him.

Davenport stood watching Nikita croon to Michael as he woke, he saw Michael’s eyelashes start to flutter wildly and then open, Davenport walked in and sat beside Michael and as Michael turned his face Davenport gazed into Unfocused bright green eyes, he realized Michael was blind and a shudder ran through his body at the thought of returning a blind Michael to section one.

Nikita walked out of the bedroom and took a seat at the kitchen table, she covered her face with her hands and begged god that Davenport would not cancel Michael.

Inside the bedroom Michael was cognizant enough to deal with Davenport’s questions, he answered all of them as best as he could, but the fever and pain were still making Michael weak, he could not allow himself to be weak in front of Davenport, he tried to sit up but an intense pain ran through his body and made him shudder severely.

Davenport finally turned and left the room, Nikita watched Davenport sit before her and smile, she stood and ran to the bedroom, she locked the door and held Michael tightly, Davenport would do all he could to protect them.

Nikita fell asleep being held by Michael, he took advantage to hold her and let her know all the love he had for her, he caressed her face and hair and soon he had fallen asleep with a smile on his handsome face.

They were all awaked abruptly by the helicopter passing over the cabin, Davenport walked to the door and knocked softly, Nikita opened the door and between them got Michael dressed and ready for transport.

Michael was bundled into 3 blankets, his ski jacket and the clothes he had been wearing as they crashed, he could feel the sedative he had been given for transport cursing through his body, the blood he had lost had barely been replaced and he still felt extremely sick, his head hurt intensely, his chest was numb.

Nikita sat beside him all the way to the plane, once they were all loaded in the plane they left Michael and Nikita alone, they all knew Michael was blind and the possibility of him recovering his sight was minimal, they had to give Nikita the few last hours to say goodbye to her love.

Nikita held a deeply sedated Michael in her arms, she knew that this was possibly the last time she would ever hold Michael, and she took advantage to caress and kiss him completely, she declared her love in hundreds of ways, touching him, kissing him and caresssing him.

As they approached section one Nikita started to cry, she felt a hand touching her shoulder and saw through tear stained eyes Davenport standing beside her, his eyes were strangely shiny too.

“ what happened Nikita?” operations knew she did not want to be here, she wanted to be beside Michael but he had to find out what went wrong before letting her go to medlab.

Operations gazed at the man and Girl being escorted by Snow and another of the operatives into section and Operations almost jumped out of his skin as he gazed into the face of Kyra.

Nikita was extremely concerend with operations, she saw him pale completely and bring his hand up to his chest, Nikita was about to call medlab when she heard Kyra standing behind her and wondered why operations had reacted to the girl this way.

Kyra stood waiting for the death sentence she knew would come out of the man before her, she did not have to see him to know it was the man with the cold blue eyes from her nightmare.

Kyra was sitting inside the white room when the door opened and Operations walked in, he walked around Kyra assesing the girl from all angles, he could not beleive that she was here, the girl he had fathered before leaving for Vietnam was here, she was as beautiful as her mother had been, he stood before her taking in the green eyes of his beloved Karen and the blond hair he used to have, he marveled at how beautiful she had grown to be.

Operations felt the floor fall from beneath him at the soft seductive voice of his daughter, it sounded so much like karen’s voice the last time she had spoken to him, he still remembered their frantic conversation 3 days before he left.

*** Karen I have to leave, My batallion needs me, you will be taken care properly by my superiors, I promise to contact you as soon as I can*** the man called Paul Wolfe held his new born daughter in his arms one last time as His Beloved karen cried herself to sleep, he then laid the baby beside his wife and walked out of the maternity ward and into the worst few years of his life.

Kyra forced herself to calm down, she let her mind wander into Operations mind and she gaspèd at the feelings of loss and despair that she found there, Operations heard her gasp and he kneeled before her.

“ You are my father? “ Kyra knew that she was right as she felt the man stand and walk as far from her as possible, she tried to again read his thoughts but he had blocked her, she sighed and let her head fall against her chest defeated.

“ No one, I felt your loss, I read your mind” Kyra knew that those words would damn her forever as she knew what this place was and what was done here, her gift would be used and abused and she would be discarded once she was of no more use to them.

He pulled her toward medlab and soon they were standing before Michael’s bed, he was still out from the anesthesia, the trip had caused another tear in his lung and they had to go in and repair the damage, also they had again operated on his brain and the doctors were very optimistic that he would recover fully.

“ Nikita I need your help, I have to get her out of here now, will you find a safe place for her?” Operations was not below groveling or even offering Nikita **Carte Blanche** with Michael if she did this for him.

Operations blocked surveillance and took Nikita’s arm “ she is my daughter, I never expected to find her, I left her mother when she was born, she does not belong here”

Nikita watched as the toic Operations begged her to protect his daughter, Nikita took one look at Michael and asked “ and what do i get for keeping her safe? “

Operations stood looking at Nikita, he knew she would not take just anything to do him this favor, his eyes strayed to Michael’s still figure on the bed and again he turned toward Nikita “ If you make sure she is safe, and never found, i will give you Michael, complete freedom to do as you wish, within limits, you can have a relationship with him, even marry him if you wish, but no children, that is my offer”

Nikita walked toward Michael’s still form and took his hand ** to have freedom to love Michael if she wished? That was all she wanted** she turned toward Operations and answered him.

“ Immediately, you will take her to safety and make sure she is cared for, I don’t want to know where she was taken, once you return you and Michael will be free to do as you wish in your private life”

Kyra tried to stop and run back to her father but Nikita stopped her, she grabbed a tranq and injected Kyra, the girl fell unconsciouss into Nikita's arms and soon they were on their way to safety.

Nikita walked into section after taking Kyra to Switzerland, she had made sure Kyra had the best care, Kyra had survived through 2 surgeries which returned her sight to her, Nikita had sat beside Kyra through both surgeries and had left a recovering Kyra safe and protected somewhere in Europe.

Nikita turned to glare at Madeleine and Madeleine had the feeling of gazing into the Barrel of a loaded gun, Nikita released Birkoff and walked away toward the elevators.

Madeleine was about to call her back when Operations appeared beside her and told her quietly “ Madeleine leave her, she has 2 weeks downtime just like Michael leave them be, they have permission to be together as long as it does not affect their performance”

Madeleine stared at operations back and wondered what that little blond whore had done to gain this much leeway? She decided that she would soon find out and returned to her office.

Nikita parked her car outside of Michael’s loft and checked her apparance in the rear view mirror, she got out of her car and walked toward the entrance, she was nervous as she rode the elevator up to Michael’s floor, as the door opened she almost laughed for the feelings of happiness and euphoria were traveling through her body.

Nikita stood before Michael’s door and slowly raised her hand to knock, but as she was about to knock the door opened and Michael stood there, his hair recently washed, still wet and curling softly around his face and shoulders, he stared at Nikita with longing and something she could not decipher.

“ what are you doing here?” Michael gazed lovingly at his beloved’s face, his eyes strayed to her mouth and he found himself trying to control his desire to ravage her right there.

“ I came to see how you feel, I was told you left medlab as usual before you were completely healed, i was worried” she smiled and walked passed a stunned Michael.

“ What did you do Nikita?” he remebered the long talk he had with operations the day before leaving medlab, he shuddered to think what terrible thing Operations had forced Nikita to do to get such freedom to be together.

Nikita walked to his couch, she took in Michael’s loft, the T.V. screen still stood against one of the beams in the middle of the loft, the chair and table were now accompanied by a soft black leather couch and another chair, she looked for the cello but did not see it, ** must be in the bedroom** she though.

Nikita saw Michael sway and quickly stood to stabilize him, he looked at her and suddenly green eyes gazed and locked on blue ones, he saw the worry in her Sapphire blue eyes and his filled with tears.

Nikita helped him sit down on the sofa and that is when she realized he must have been sleeping there, she saw the pillow and the blankets on one end of the sofa.

She smiled at Michael and took off her coat, she saw Michael licking his dry cracked lips and she walked to the kitchen, served a glass of orange juice and brought it to Michael, he thanked her and drank thirstily, she took a seat beside him and softly caressed he back of his hand.

“ Michael when we walked into section 11 days ago Operations found himself gazing at his daughter, Kyra is Operations daughter, he told me that he would give me anyhting I asked for if I kept her safe and took her away from section, he....”

As Nikita explained all to Michael he started to realize that Operations was now under their thumbs, Michael was amazed at how Nikita had manipulated Operations into giving them what they most desired, to be together, he laid his head on her lap and soon her voice lulled him into a deep satifying sleep.

Nikita finished telling him everything and as she gazed down at him she realized he had fallen asleep, she smiled and gently shifted his head to lie on the pillow, she then kneeled beside him and kissed his mouth lovingly.

14 days passed quickly for Michael as he recovered, his recovery speeded by having Nikita tend to him night and day, her precense was a balm for his pain, she would instinctively know if he was in pain and she would massage the pain away, she had slowly turned Michael’s loft into their new home.

They had spent the last week reading poetry and listening to Michael’s vast collection of classical music, he told her everything about himself, and they often spoke about Adam, his love and wonder grew as he watched Nikita become very domesticated, he had enjoyed her cooking inmensely but these 2 weeks had shown him how much he had missed her, he had not known how good she was at cleaning house or how devoted she was to him.

Madeleine had spent every day and night since Michael had left medlab trying to find out the reasons why operations had sanctioned the relationship, she knew that the level 5 operative and his whore had something on operations but she was not able to find anything.

Madeleine answered “ 2 hours Nikita, Michael come with me, I will finish the debrief in my office” Madeleine turned and smiled at operations before walking out of the aerie.