fic, rebirth, PG
NaDraWriMo Day 2
Title: Rebirth
Fandom: Nikita
Word Count: 550
Rating: PG
Characters: Nikita and Amanda.
Summary: Set pre-series, pre Nikita leaving Division. Prompt: "It's a little... small" by zenni, and inspired by Nikita's 'bikini' from the pilot.
She holds the strip of red fabric up to the light, as though seeing it that way will make it any more substantial. “It’s a little... small.” She says nervously, then holds it against her chest.
“Misdirection comes in many forms, Nikita.” Amanda says lightly, and gestures for her to head behind the Japanese modesty screen in the corner to change.
“I know.”
“And I believe that Michael has been teaching you the value of using the situation to your advantage. Your body is just as much a tool for you to utilise as your gun.”
She steps out from behind the screen, the skimpy red swim-suit barely protecting her modesty. Her eyes are drawn to the tattoo on her hip, exposed except for a small section that is bisected by the string of the bikini. It had always surprised her, that with all the ‘improvements’ Division imposed on her (many against her will), they had let her keep her tattoos. The one on her hip she’d gotten when she was fourteen, an elaborate phoenix she’d gotten purely because she’d liked the look of it in the book and not for any symbolic purpose. Amanda looks her over, one finger pressed lightly against pursed lips. “You need heels.” She taps her finger once, twice, then turns towards her closet, examining the stilettos available. “And sunglasses, I think.”
“I’m not sure I can do this.” Nikita says, hunching her shoulders forward, bangs falling over her eyes.
“Nonsense. You look beautiful.”
“No, it’s not that.” Nikita says, and shakes her head. “You’re right, the suit does fit.” (Even if it is too small.) “I don’t think I can kill him with my bare hands.” She presents her palms to Amanda in a mimicry of surrender, before clenching them into fists again and burying them in her armpits. “Surely there is another agent better qualified.”
“No, Nikita.” Amanda chides gently, and extracts a strappy golden pair from the selection. “There are agents more experienced, but you have to remember, they’ve received the same training as you, they have the same knowledge as you. And the best way to gain the experiences they have, is to take responsibility for your actions, take charge of your fears and just do the job.”
Amanda holds the shoes out, hooked by two fingers.
Nikita swallows, but takes the shoes. Amanda smiles.
“You may be alone on the ground, but Michael will be there as usual, and Birkhoff will be monitoring the situation in case you need immediate extraction.” Amanda says quietly, and slips a dark pair of sunglasses into Nikita’s other hand.
“If this goes well, and I have no reason to believe it won’t, I think you’ll be interested to know we have an extended cover position coming up that you’re our best candidate for... It’ll mean less of these jobs for you, more steady work. His name is Daniel Monroe, he’s a security analyst, it’d be a protection detail!”
It’s a pretty transparent attempt at bribery, but NIkita doesn’t mind. She nods, and smiles a little. It does sound nice, being charged to protect instead of harm. “A change of pace will be nice” She agrees, slipping the sunglasses on and checking her reflection in the mirror. “Tell me more about it when I come back?”
“Of course.”
Title: Rebirth
Fandom: Nikita
Word Count: 550
Rating: PG
Characters: Nikita and Amanda.
Summary: Set pre-series, pre Nikita leaving Division. Prompt: "It's a little... small" by zenni, and inspired by Nikita's 'bikini' from the pilot.
She holds the strip of red fabric up to the light, as though seeing it that way will make it any more substantial. “It’s a little... small.” She says nervously, then holds it against her chest.
“Misdirection comes in many forms, Nikita.” Amanda says lightly, and gestures for her to head behind the Japanese modesty screen in the corner to change.
“I know.”
“And I believe that Michael has been teaching you the value of using the situation to your advantage. Your body is just as much a tool for you to utilise as your gun.”
She steps out from behind the screen, the skimpy red swim-suit barely protecting her modesty. Her eyes are drawn to the tattoo on her hip, exposed except for a small section that is bisected by the string of the bikini. It had always surprised her, that with all the ‘improvements’ Division imposed on her (many against her will), they had let her keep her tattoos. The one on her hip she’d gotten when she was fourteen, an elaborate phoenix she’d gotten purely because she’d liked the look of it in the book and not for any symbolic purpose. Amanda looks her over, one finger pressed lightly against pursed lips. “You need heels.” She taps her finger once, twice, then turns towards her closet, examining the stilettos available. “And sunglasses, I think.”
“I’m not sure I can do this.” Nikita says, hunching her shoulders forward, bangs falling over her eyes.
“Nonsense. You look beautiful.”
“No, it’s not that.” Nikita says, and shakes her head. “You’re right, the suit does fit.” (Even if it is too small.) “I don’t think I can kill him with my bare hands.” She presents her palms to Amanda in a mimicry of surrender, before clenching them into fists again and burying them in her armpits. “Surely there is another agent better qualified.”
“No, Nikita.” Amanda chides gently, and extracts a strappy golden pair from the selection. “There are agents more experienced, but you have to remember, they’ve received the same training as you, they have the same knowledge as you. And the best way to gain the experiences they have, is to take responsibility for your actions, take charge of your fears and just do the job.”
Amanda holds the shoes out, hooked by two fingers.
Nikita swallows, but takes the shoes. Amanda smiles.
“You may be alone on the ground, but Michael will be there as usual, and Birkhoff will be monitoring the situation in case you need immediate extraction.” Amanda says quietly, and slips a dark pair of sunglasses into Nikita’s other hand.
“If this goes well, and I have no reason to believe it won’t, I think you’ll be interested to know we have an extended cover position coming up that you’re our best candidate for... It’ll mean less of these jobs for you, more steady work. His name is Daniel Monroe, he’s a security analyst, it’d be a protection detail!”
It’s a pretty transparent attempt at bribery, but NIkita doesn’t mind. She nods, and smiles a little. It does sound nice, being charged to protect instead of harm. “A change of pace will be nice” She agrees, slipping the sunglasses on and checking her reflection in the mirror. “Tell me more about it when I come back?”
“Of course.”