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This is my version of the season 3 rumor of MIKEY: MARRIED WITH CHILDREN! I would be VERY disappointed if the show goes with it...but I could tolerate it in my version. MAYBE! LOL - Shelly
Michael lay on his back amid the tousel of sheets and blankets. A fall of tawny brown hair covered his chest and a slim arm was draped across his waist. The woman was asleep, secure in the knowledge that Michael would watch over her. Happy that he was home. Content just to be with him now, now that her passion was sated. And she was a passionate woman, Halle Marcel. His wife...and the mother of his son.
Thoughts of his five year old son, Jadon, always made Michael sad. He loved the boy, more than life. More than anything else on this earth, including Nikita. With thoughts of Nikita now inevitable, Michael slid out of bed, careful not to disturb Halle, and reached for his robe on the back of the chair in the corner. Shrugging it on and belting it it closed, Michael then slipped through the sliding glass door that led to the balcony outside their room. Michael glided over to the corner then sat down in the corner, unmindfall of the chill in the night air.
He thought about the past four years since Nikita had come into his life. They had been both a blessing and a burden. Nikita had breathed life into the ember of Michael's soul, making it spark into flame. But it was a flame that burned low and often flickered, threatening to burn out. Yet Michael wouldn't let it. Somehow, everyday, he found a reason to fan the flame. And the reason had a name. Jadon. Not Nikita as some might have expected. He loved her, desired her, needed her. But Nikita was not the reason Michael struggled to survive in Section.
It amused him now to realize that Nikita would never guess the truth. No one would. They all saw the same image of him. Machine man. Super Op. Section One's prize puppet. But that was not the exact truth. As he had once told Nikita, Michael lived his life split in two. It had to be that way. The truest irony was that he had Nikita were more alike than she would ever be willing to believe.
Michael had come to Section because of the bombing of innocent people. Because he took it upon himself to take the blame. Made it his sin for which he believed there was no redemption. But then had come the shattering of his soul. Michael had thrived in Section during his training. Jurgen had been both friend and enemy, beseeching Michael to trust him, then shredding it to bits. It had made Michael strong. That he was gifted in languages, good at strategy and tactics, a whiz on a computer and a natural with a gun had been a bonus. Michael was also a natural athlete and learning the skills that would someday be used to take another life had been a blessing in the beginning. A way to wear himself out each day so that he could sleep at night without dreaming.
But the two year period of training came to an end and Michael was sent out on his first mission. Jurgen set him up for it, much in the way that Michael had done with Nikita. And like Nikita, Michael had been reluctant to kill to survive. But in the end he had done just that. He had pulled the trigger and ended a life. The reason for doing so was simple. Michael had been twenty-one years old and he had wanted to live.
But living was not so easy. Surviving was his only option in Section. Operations and Madeline took notice of him from the beginning and had plans for Michael. They challenged him at every turn and he thrived on the challenges. It gave him a purpose, albeit of twisted one. And so he had moved up in the ranks, carving a place for himself, garnering a sense of security. It had been more illusion than fact, but that hadn't mattered to Michael then.
Six years into his sentence with Section One, Michael had met Simone. It hadn't taken long to fall in love and Operations had allowed it. Madeline had encouraged it, and Michael had accepted it as a gift. But then came time for him to pay the piper. Reality had reared it's ugly head. Section One never did anything without a purpose, and letting Michael and Simone marry had been part of their plan. A way to control Michael. And it had worked. He sold his soul to the devil, a willing trade in order to keep Simone in his life. To keep her safe, to keep their marriage a reality. He had needed them both to keep his soul and his sanity intact.
Operations and Madeline allowed Michael and Simone to stay together, so long as Michael was willing to participate in a long term mission. One mistake on his part and he would lose everything. So he had listened to the profile in silence, not letting his superiors see his mounting horror as Madeline spelled out the plan.
Quietly, and without debate, Michael had agreed to the terms. Then he had gone to find Simone, to explain to her what would take place. He was not allowed to give her details, but they hadn't been neccessary. Simone had understood the ways of Section. She had not cried or argued with Michael, she had simply accepted the inevitable. And thinking back on that moment, Michael couldn't help but compare Simone to Nikita.
Simone had continued to love and support Michael, even knowing that the times that he was gone from her, he was playing house with another woman. Section had sent Michael to woo and wed the daughter of a self made entrepreneur by the name of Sterling Alexander. He was also a business liason to several countries, whose position just happened to make him a political nexus. Alexander would play an important role in the making of the world power for the coming new century. Both in politics as well as in industry and finance. At least, that was the belief of Oversite, and therefore it was Section One's belief as well.
Michael didn't give a damn about the politics of it all. He didn't think about the future, and certainly didn't cling to any hope of being a part of it. He simply lived for the moment and let the past slip away. There was no future to worry about. Not for him. But for Simone there had been, which was why he had done as Operations had asked. He had married Halle. And then, a year later, she had given him a son. Simone had never known about Jadon. She had been taken by Glass Curtain before he had been born, and Michael had believed her to be dead. That she had lived hadn't mattered. By then it was too late for them both.
But Jadon had served a purpose when Simone had died. He had been the reason Michael continued to survive. Not live...but survive. Michael had shut down inside, tapping into his emotions only when forced to play the part of loving husband and father. And those moments in time had cost him, leaving him cold and empty everytime he had returned to Section. Until Nikita had come. She had been the one to help drag him out of the emptiness where Michael had been dwelling. Leading him away from the cold, gray shadows where he had been lost. But even she could not save him from the darkness. It was wrapped tightly around him like a shroud.
Nikita had accused Michael of being able to do anything, except be with her. He hadn't protested her accusation, because it had been the truth. On missions he could show her how he felt, within the safety net of the role he was playing. But back in Section, Michael had to play yet another part. Her trainer, mentor and betrayer. Michael had done what he had to do to keep Nikita alive. His reasons had been selfish ones. He had needed her. Wanted her. That he couldn't have her didn't matter. Michael could not bear the thought of Nikita dead. And so he continued to hurt her. To lead her on, playing with her emotions. Sometimes he wasn't strong enough and he let her see too much, and then reality would knock on the door and remind Michael that he could not be weak.
Because of Jadon. His son was the only thing that Michael could accept as his. The one person whom he would never betray. Lying to Halle was easy enough. Michael had learned how to manipulate women long ago. He didn't love Halle. Anymore than he had loved Lisa or Andrea. But he respected her and was grateful to her for giving him Jadon.
But even thoughts of his son brought Michael pain and pangs of guilt. He hadn't wanted a child brought into the equation. Had thought he had convinced Halle that given his job- she thought him to be a troubleshooter for the government, and the background and life that Section One had created for Michael Marcel had passed the scrutiny of Sterling Alexander's background check before he had given Halle his blessing to marry Michael- and the fact that he was seldom home, Michael had believed that Halle was in agreement with him that it would be better not to have children. He had believed her to be on the pill. But then she had gotten pregnant. When Michael had informed Section, Operations and Madeline had been delighted. A grandchild bound Sterling Alexander to them even more. And Michael had known, from the moment Jadon had been born, that Section would not hesitate to sacrifice his son to get what they wanted.
So it had become Michael's sole objective to do whatever it took to protect his son. To keep Jadon safe. To do that he would lie to Nikita. He would manipulate her, use her, betray her and whatever else was asked of him. Or so Michael had believed in the beginnning.
He had lied to Nikita, had done all he had vowed he would do, yet in his own way he had protected her as well. The moment Michael had been the choice to do so had been when Nikita had failed on a mission. He had ordered her to shoot a hotel clerk and she had frozen. It was then that Michael had come to realize that Nikita was a true innocent. That she did not belong in Section. And on the day that she had killed a man for the first time, choosing to do so in order to save Michael's life...in that moment Michael had known that he would save Nikita as well. And it was only later that he had done so for selfish reasons. Because he could not bear the thought of losing her. She was the one person in Section who still had a heart and soul. And Nikita was the only person who could keep Michael's heart alive. For Jadon's sake.
It wasn't fair to Nikita. Michael knew it, and accepted it. He lived with the guilt he felt, burying it with all the rest of his emotional baggage. And most of the time Michael could pretend he didn't care. That nothing and no one mattered. He had no choice but to do that if he wanted to keep Jadon and Nikita safe. And he needed them both, more than they would ever undertand. And in ways that he could never explain. Not that he believed Nikita would be willing to listen. He had never given her a reason to trust him.
"Michael?"
He caught his breath, chiding himself for being caught off guard. Then Michael put a smile on his face and he rose to his feet and faced Halle. His wife by faith only, for the name on the marriage liscence was as false as Michael's smile. Simone had been Michael's only true wife and she was dead. Dead and buried. "Did I wake you?" Michael asked, reaching for Halle's hand to lead her back inside. She was shivering and wrapped only in a thin robe.
Halle closed the door behind them then led Michael over to the bed. She dropped her robe, pulled his off, then nudged him under the covers, smiling as she snuggled up to him. His skin was cold but Halle knew she could warm him up in a heartbeat. For she believed in their love for one another. "I missed you," she whispered against his lips, replying to his question. "I take it you couldn't sleep?"
"Not really," Michael allowed, wrapping his arms around Halle and holding her close. Her body heat seeped into his skin, but it couldn't warm his soul. "My mind is full of chaos," he confessed.
"Tell me about it," Halle invited.
Michael kissed her temple then shook his head on the pillow. "It's work...boring," he replied. "I just want to forget it."
Halle laughed, deep in her throat, before claiming a kiss. As her tongue thrust into Michael's mouth, her hand roamed over his chest, tickling a path to his manhood. "I can make you forget," she purred against his lips.
"Oui..." Michael breathed, making all the appropriate responses to her lovemaking. But as he joined his body to Halle's, it was the image of a beautiful blond woman that haunted Michael. And it was her name that his heart cried out as he slipped back into the shadows once more.
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