A Loft in NYC - Friday Afternoon
Alex Udinov reluctantly finished packing, trying very hard not to pout. She wasn't exactly successful. She didn't understand why she had to go away to school. If Nikita wanted her in school, why couldn't she go to one of the many in New York?
"I told you," Nikita said when Alex made that inquiry out loud. "This way, you won't have to constantly look over your shoulder like you would here. No one would think to look for you at this school."
"Everyone thinks I died in Russia," Alex pointed out. "No one knows you saved me."
"And I'd like to keep it that way."
Alex sighed. Why did Nikita always have to be right?
"At least you get a shiny new alias out of it," Nikita said, smiling softly.
"Alexandra Jones?" Alex made a face. "Pick the most boring, generic name possible, why don't you?"
Nikita nodded. "That's exactly the point. It's unassuming. No one will ever guess who you really are."
Alex understood the point of all this, but it didn't really ease her fears.
"What if...what if something happens and I...lose my way?" She figured Nikita knew where she was going with that.
Nikita looked her right in the eye. "You are one of the strongest people I know. To be where you are now after everything you've been through? You're a survivor, Alex. I know you can do this. And if you do feel overwhelmed, you call me, okay?"
Alex nodded, her nervousness dissipating slightly. "I might call a lot."
"And I'll be here," Nikita replied. "Always."
Alex smiled before leaning in to hug her mentor. Nikita was the closet person she had to a mother right now. "I'll miss you."
A year ago, Alex was doing her best to lash out and push Nikita away. Now, she didn't want to leave her. She kept telling herself this would all be worth it in the end.
This was just another step in her quest for revenge against those that took her family from her.
"I told you," Nikita said when Alex made that inquiry out loud. "This way, you won't have to constantly look over your shoulder like you would here. No one would think to look for you at this school."
"Everyone thinks I died in Russia," Alex pointed out. "No one knows you saved me."
"And I'd like to keep it that way."
Alex sighed. Why did Nikita always have to be right?
"At least you get a shiny new alias out of it," Nikita said, smiling softly.
"Alexandra Jones?" Alex made a face. "Pick the most boring, generic name possible, why don't you?"
Nikita nodded. "That's exactly the point. It's unassuming. No one will ever guess who you really are."
Alex understood the point of all this, but it didn't really ease her fears.
"What if...what if something happens and I...lose my way?" She figured Nikita knew where she was going with that.
Nikita looked her right in the eye. "You are one of the strongest people I know. To be where you are now after everything you've been through? You're a survivor, Alex. I know you can do this. And if you do feel overwhelmed, you call me, okay?"
Alex nodded, her nervousness dissipating slightly. "I might call a lot."
"And I'll be here," Nikita replied. "Always."
Alex smiled before leaning in to hug her mentor. Nikita was the closet person she had to a mother right now. "I'll miss you."
A year ago, Alex was doing her best to lash out and push Nikita away. Now, she didn't want to leave her. She kept telling herself this would all be worth it in the end.
This was just another step in her quest for revenge against those that took her family from her.