La Femme Nikita. Adam Samuelle. 073. Light.
Title: Gone in a Flash
Fandom: La Femme Nikita
Characters: Michael, Nikita, Operations, Simone; Adam and one canon character mentioned
Prompt: 073. Light.
Word count: 957
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence
Summary: Michael runs out of second chances
Author's Notes: Spoilers through mid-Season 3. Some original dialogue from "Simone."
Gone in a Flash
Nikita swaggered down the catwalk, disaffected youth personified. An almost animalistic cry filtered from below.
“What was that?”
“That’s Simone,” her companion shrugged. “Some government agent Sparks grabbed a few years back. Keeps her alive--just in case.”
Section didn’t bargain. If Operations had been approached by Sparks with a deal, he would have turned it down flat. He also would have known that Simone didn’t die in the ambush three years ago. He knew she might still be alive. That would explain why he profiled a solo for her and not Michael. Wanted Michael on second team from the start.
Michael didn’t have to tell Nikita with words. He was still deeply in love with his wife. Mourned her loss. Damn Operations to hell.
“Simone?” Nikita spoke softly, not knowing if she was monitored or not.
Simone’s small body was curled in a fetal position, her damaged hands shielding her eyes from the light.
“I work for the Section, and I’m gonna get you out of here. But I have to get some help. Do you understand?”
No answer. As Nikita came nearer, Simone put her hands in front of her face, as if not wanting anyone to look at her. Nikita saw what she needed to: burns; lacerations; bruises old and new. Operations hadn’t been willing to deal, and Sparks had taken his anger out on Simone. Still was, apparently, from the cries Nikita had heard not long after leaving that psycho.
Nikita tried again. She couldn’t get Simone out alone, but even with help she needed Simone’s cooperation.
“Michael’s here.” Or he would be shortly. “He still loves you, Simone.”
The smaller woman stilled; listening. Had she heard? Did she understand? A door opened and closed nearby. Nikita couldn’t stay.
“Mobile Comm, can you hear me?”
“Report.” It was Michael. At least Operations hadn’t held him hostage back at Section.
“Sparks is going to down some planes today. Don’t know where.”
“Get to your exit point, Nikita.” She wasn’t finished.
“Michael, there’s an innocent here. A hostage.”
Silence while Michael conferred with Operations.
“Forget it. We’re about to launch.”
“You can’t.”
Michael was not going to argue. Sparks had killed Simone, and Sparks was his today.
“Nikita! Move, now!”
“Michael, it’s Simone. I saw her. She’s alive.”
“This is a potential air disaster, Michael,” Operations warned. “Don’t even blink.” Operations had known. ‘Be prepared for anything’, he’d said.
“Nikita, get to your exit point. I’m going to need you.” Michael turned off communications with Operations.
Simone was alive. A hostage for over three years. Emotions he hadn’t let himself feel in years washed over him in waves. So many things he hadn’t said. So much she needed to know.
An image of his son arose, unbidden, before him. Simone didn’t know about Adam. His blood-cover had been profiled for six months to a year. He’d been married a year when Simone was taken. He was still married over three years later. Had a son who just turned two. ‘Collateral’ they’d refused to speak of then. A walking, talking, bright little boy. Michael wasn’t free. Section would never let him leave Elena for Simone; not now. And he couldn’t leave his son.
They’d talk about it later. They would talk about everything later. First he and Nikita had to free Simone and destroy Sparks. As quickly yet painfully as possible.
“How is she?”
“Not good, Michael.” Nikita had to be blunt. She didn’t know if Simone could even walk or if they’d have to carry her out.
“Simone?” She was frightened of him. Of the noise; the light.
“It’s me, Simone. You’re okay now. You’re safe.” Michael had no idea if this was true or not. The exchange of gunfire overhead was not encouraging, but he didn’t care.
“I thought…I never would have stopped looking for you.”
He’d received a head injury; was drifting in and out. He should’ve made the effort to find out then, but he was still dazed; numb with shock and grief when Section flew him back to France.
“I never stopped loving you,” he swore.
Simone’s eyes widened in fear, and Nikita whirled to take out the gunman behind her. The tiny woman backed away, her arms outstretched to fend off more abuse.
“Come back to me, Simone. Come back. It’s okay.” Michael voice was soothing, gentle, as when Adam had a bad dream. Nikita hated to interrupt, but they were still exposed.
“I can’t find Sparks.”
“I know where he is.” Simone’s voice was raw; harsh from lack of use except to scream.
It was a ruse. While Michael and Nikita flew in the direction Simone had indicated, she went after Sparks herself. He had kept her in Hell, and in Hell he would die. With her. It was the only thing she could do for Michael. Say goodbye and let him go.
“No, Simone!” He couldn’t get to her. The heavy door was locked; he couldn’t blow it open with his weapon.
“It’s too late, Michael. I’m already dead.” And so, finally, would be Sparks. “It’s the only way it can be. I’m sorry, Michael.” She pulled a lever, activating the self-destruct mechanism. Michael could only watch in horror.
“Please, Simone! Don’t!” Not again! But Simone had said her goodbyes, and white smoke filled the room where she held Sparks until Michael couldn’t see her anymore.
Michael ordered the others to evacuate, but stood his ground. He wouldn’t leave Simone behind this time.
But Nikita wouldn’t leave Michael. He couldn’t be the cause of her death as well, and he finally permitted Nikita to pull him outside to safety just as the bunker erupted in a flash of light. And in that flash Michael lost his heart. Again.
My prompt table is here.
Fandom: La Femme Nikita
Characters: Michael, Nikita, Operations, Simone; Adam and one canon character mentioned
Prompt: 073. Light.
Word count: 957
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence
Summary: Michael runs out of second chances
Author's Notes: Spoilers through mid-Season 3. Some original dialogue from "Simone."
Gone in a Flash
Nikita swaggered down the catwalk, disaffected youth personified. An almost animalistic cry filtered from below.
“What was that?”
“That’s Simone,” her companion shrugged. “Some government agent Sparks grabbed a few years back. Keeps her alive--just in case.”
Section didn’t bargain. If Operations had been approached by Sparks with a deal, he would have turned it down flat. He also would have known that Simone didn’t die in the ambush three years ago. He knew she might still be alive. That would explain why he profiled a solo for her and not Michael. Wanted Michael on second team from the start.
Michael didn’t have to tell Nikita with words. He was still deeply in love with his wife. Mourned her loss. Damn Operations to hell.
“Simone?” Nikita spoke softly, not knowing if she was monitored or not.
Simone’s small body was curled in a fetal position, her damaged hands shielding her eyes from the light.
“I work for the Section, and I’m gonna get you out of here. But I have to get some help. Do you understand?”
No answer. As Nikita came nearer, Simone put her hands in front of her face, as if not wanting anyone to look at her. Nikita saw what she needed to: burns; lacerations; bruises old and new. Operations hadn’t been willing to deal, and Sparks had taken his anger out on Simone. Still was, apparently, from the cries Nikita had heard not long after leaving that psycho.
Nikita tried again. She couldn’t get Simone out alone, but even with help she needed Simone’s cooperation.
“Michael’s here.” Or he would be shortly. “He still loves you, Simone.”
The smaller woman stilled; listening. Had she heard? Did she understand? A door opened and closed nearby. Nikita couldn’t stay.
“Mobile Comm, can you hear me?”
“Report.” It was Michael. At least Operations hadn’t held him hostage back at Section.
“Sparks is going to down some planes today. Don’t know where.”
“Get to your exit point, Nikita.” She wasn’t finished.
“Michael, there’s an innocent here. A hostage.”
Silence while Michael conferred with Operations.
“Forget it. We’re about to launch.”
“You can’t.”
Michael was not going to argue. Sparks had killed Simone, and Sparks was his today.
“Nikita! Move, now!”
“Michael, it’s Simone. I saw her. She’s alive.”
“This is a potential air disaster, Michael,” Operations warned. “Don’t even blink.” Operations had known. ‘Be prepared for anything’, he’d said.
“Nikita, get to your exit point. I’m going to need you.” Michael turned off communications with Operations.
Simone was alive. A hostage for over three years. Emotions he hadn’t let himself feel in years washed over him in waves. So many things he hadn’t said. So much she needed to know.
An image of his son arose, unbidden, before him. Simone didn’t know about Adam. His blood-cover had been profiled for six months to a year. He’d been married a year when Simone was taken. He was still married over three years later. Had a son who just turned two. ‘Collateral’ they’d refused to speak of then. A walking, talking, bright little boy. Michael wasn’t free. Section would never let him leave Elena for Simone; not now. And he couldn’t leave his son.
They’d talk about it later. They would talk about everything later. First he and Nikita had to free Simone and destroy Sparks. As quickly yet painfully as possible.
“How is she?”
“Not good, Michael.” Nikita had to be blunt. She didn’t know if Simone could even walk or if they’d have to carry her out.
“Simone?” She was frightened of him. Of the noise; the light.
“It’s me, Simone. You’re okay now. You’re safe.” Michael had no idea if this was true or not. The exchange of gunfire overhead was not encouraging, but he didn’t care.
“I thought…I never would have stopped looking for you.”
He’d received a head injury; was drifting in and out. He should’ve made the effort to find out then, but he was still dazed; numb with shock and grief when Section flew him back to France.
“I never stopped loving you,” he swore.
Simone’s eyes widened in fear, and Nikita whirled to take out the gunman behind her. The tiny woman backed away, her arms outstretched to fend off more abuse.
“Come back to me, Simone. Come back. It’s okay.” Michael voice was soothing, gentle, as when Adam had a bad dream. Nikita hated to interrupt, but they were still exposed.
“I can’t find Sparks.”
“I know where he is.” Simone’s voice was raw; harsh from lack of use except to scream.
It was a ruse. While Michael and Nikita flew in the direction Simone had indicated, she went after Sparks herself. He had kept her in Hell, and in Hell he would die. With her. It was the only thing she could do for Michael. Say goodbye and let him go.
“No, Simone!” He couldn’t get to her. The heavy door was locked; he couldn’t blow it open with his weapon.
“It’s too late, Michael. I’m already dead.” And so, finally, would be Sparks. “It’s the only way it can be. I’m sorry, Michael.” She pulled a lever, activating the self-destruct mechanism. Michael could only watch in horror.
“Please, Simone! Don’t!” Not again! But Simone had said her goodbyes, and white smoke filled the room where she held Sparks until Michael couldn’t see her anymore.
Michael ordered the others to evacuate, but stood his ground. He wouldn’t leave Simone behind this time.
But Nikita wouldn’t leave Michael. He couldn’t be the cause of her death as well, and he finally permitted Nikita to pull him outside to safety just as the bunker erupted in a flash of light. And in that flash Michael lost his heart. Again.
My prompt table is here.