Chapter 13 - Here's Where The Story Ends
"So there, all done now, sugar."
Nikita smiled sleepily at Walter who was sitting next to her on the bed. "Thank you."
Somehow, it sounded trivial: thank you. He'd developed the antidote for her in less than forty-eight hours. 'Thank you' simply couldn't express the gratitude she felt.
"When will it take effect? I mean, it's not like, poof and everything's gone, right?"
"I'm afraid not, but I can't tell for sure. I've added a sedative. When you wake up, the worst should be over."
He got up, but Nikita called him back. "Walter? What happens to Ryan?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. From what you've told me, that he's an operative on a mission not condoned by Oversight... Operations will have no choice but to let him go. Good night, sugar."
A pleasant dream, full of light and warmth. A quiet dream, peaceful. A beautiful dream. A soft hand caressing her forehead, a gentle hand, loving.
She woke up smiling.
And looked directly into Michael's face. He didn't change his expression, nor did he stop touching her face. But as he saw her brilliant eyes gazing up at him, his lips curved, just a little.
"Hi. What... what are you doing here?"
"I don't know."
His honesty surprised Nikita. She'd expected some sort of excuse... but she liked this better.
Michael continued. "I was... concerned for you. Walter told me everything. And I thought you'd be interested to hear that Nicolas Ryan is dead. Heart attack."
The tone of Michael's voice left little doubt as to how he'd really died. But this time she almost pitied him. Ryan had followed his orders... he'd done it for his wife, and was cancelled in the process. It was just another day...
Michael rose and Nikita yawned. "That's all?"
"That's all," he confirmed.
He was leaving the room when she stopped him.
"Michael? Could you stay with me, please? Just 'til... 'til I fall asleep again?"