A/N: So, Nikita is officially my new obsession ;)This will sort of follow the plot of the current season, so there might be potential spoilers along the way..don't read if you're not watching the season! Enjoy :)
Chapter 1: After Hours
Alex sat in front of the computer screen, the dim light emitting from it seeming all the more brighter in the darkened room.
'YOU WERE LUCKY'.
'I KNOW,' Alex typed back, her fingertips barely brushing the keyboard. She was trying to decide how to word her next sentiments—about Michael—when she heard a door open behind her.
Hurriedly, she shut down the chat box and brought up an assignment the recruits had been working on that morning.
She turned around to see Thom standing on the staircase behind her, looking puzzled.
And slightly suspicious.
"Hey," Alex smiled at him, "What are you doing up?"
"Couldn't sleep," Thom's eyes flicked to the computer screen behind her. "What are you working on?"
"I'm just trying to figure out that code that Birkhoff was teaching us," Alex answered quickly, attempting to sound frustrated. "I can never get the hang of this computer stuff."
Thom stared at her suspiciously again.
"But I guess it's getting late," Alex continued, logging off the computer and slowly walking up the stairs to join him. "I should get to bed."
"I'll walk you," Thom offered, following her out the door. Alex shrugged, and they walked along in silence for a few moments before he suddenly spoke. "I saw the security tape."
Alex paused, frantically trying to think of something she had done wrong lately that would force Thom to talk to her about a security tape. But nothing came to mind. "What do you mean? What tape?"
"From…" Thom hesitated, "The other day. When you were being electrocuted."
Alex's mouth fell into a grim line and she quickly started walking forward again. "I'd rather not remember that day, if you don't mind."
"Hey," Thom grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. "I just wanted to say…you did good. I was proud of you…how you handled yourself. I don't know what I would have done."
Alex stared at him for a second before answering, "You would have done the same. It's what we're trained to do."
Thom nodded and looked down at the ground before meeting her gaze again. "I saw how you reacted when they 'shot' me, for lack of a better term."
"Thank you. For caring."
"Of course I care," Alex replied, confused. By this time, they had reached her door and she opened it but stood in the doorway, not allowing him to pass. "Why would you be surprised?"
"I thought—" Thom began, but he broke off as they both heard footsteps approaching in their direction. Before Alex could say anything, a figure stepped around the corner.
He stood several feet away from them, his eyebrow raised. "A little late for you recruits to be up, isn't it?"
"I was just leaving," Thom said immediately, glancing at Alex. "See you tomorrow."
He quickly walked away, leaving Alex and Michael staring at each other.
"What?" she snapped. "I wasn't doing anything wrong."
"I didn't say you were," he replied easily, his hands in his pockets as he strolled forward towards her.
"Whatever," she muttered under her breath and walked into her room, shutting the door behind her.
At least, she tried to.
A hand shot out, holding the door in place.
"May I come in?"
"You didn't ask for an invitation last time," Alex answered, not turning around to face him. She flicked on the lights and sat on her bed, looking up at him expectantly.
Michael's expression was impassive as he silently shut the door behind him. He didn't meet her gaze and spoke to the floor instead. "You need to be careful, Alex. Percy is watching you very carefully."
"I didn't do anything wrong," Alex repeated, scowling. "And seems to me that they're watching you pretty carefully, too."
Michael's gaze flicked up to meet hers, looking thoughtful. "Percy trusts me. Now that I've proved to him that—"
"That I'm not another 'Nikita'?" Alex shot back. "Whoever she is."
"Nikita is…" Michael trailed off, "Dead, supposedly."
"Percy thinks she's dead," he clarified, now staring straight at Alex.
"But you don't believe that," Alex surmised.
Michael turned to leave, and opened the door. He stood with his back to her, but she heard him loud and clear. "I never know what to believe when it comes to Nikita…"
The door shut behind him.