- The Eye of Odin
By Camilla Sandman
Title: The Eye of Odin
Author: Camilla Sandman
Date written: March 6th -
E-mail addy: Cammy_Sandy@hotmail.com
Category: Crossover (La Femme Nikita/Water Rats)
Timeframe: Season 4 Water Rats, before Frank left, season 4 Nikita, after she has “returned to her old self”, so to speak
Disclaimer: I don’t own Water Rats, Hal does. I don’t own La Femme Nikita, USA Network & co does. But since no one thought of a crossover between the two, I own this!!
Author’s Note: This one if for Marius, my dear bro, who loves Nikita utterly. Happy birthday bro!!
Since I doubt most of you know much about Nordic Mythology, Odin was the King of the ancient Norse Gods, and according to the stories, he gave up his one eye for all the knowledge in the world.
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It was dark. And wet, were her first impulses. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she couldn’t move her arms. Struggling to open her eyes, she felt something warm run down her cheeks. Finally getting her eyes open, she found herself in a dark room. Her arms were chained to the roof, the reason she couldn’t move them were that she was hanging from them.
“Whaaaat?” she muttered, and then she spotted Michael hanging just a few metres away. He seemed unconscious, just hanging limply. Blood was pouring from a wound in his head. That was probably what she had felt too.. Blood.
Her arms hurt, she tried to wriggle her fingers, but they felt unresponsive.
The door opened. Two men walked in, carrying a third between them.
“Frank!” she gasped, for it was Frank. He managed to lift his head high enough to see her too, anger flashed over his face, only to be replaced by pain.
“Goldie,” he muttered, “Goldie.”
One of the men answered by kicking him squarely in the ribs, and she winced at the sight. They just dropped him by her feet, not even bothering to tie him up or chain him like her. And then she left, but she couldn’t have cared less, her attention fully on Frank.
“Frank!”
He moaned slightly, curling up in a foetus position. First she thought it was in pain, then she saw the gun in his hand. Their eyes locked, just as the two men re-entered, this time carrying chains. This time she recognised one of them. Kevin Jones, in Internal Affairs. They had worked together on a few occasions. Now he barely acknowledged her. The other guy was leaning over Frank, when he felt cold steel against his neck.
“I should kill you here and now for the way you treat my partner, but I hate cleaning up such a mess. Now release her!”
“Drop the gun Frank,” Kevin said calmly, “you have no idea who you are dealing with. We…”
The gunshot echoed through the room as Nikita stepped out of the shadows.
“The tracer worked like a charm I see,” Frank muttered, pressing his weapon harder against the man’s neck. “Now release my partner!”
“Do as he says,” Nikita added, “you know who I work for.”
With shaking hands the man released both Rachel and Michael, who was still unconscious.
“They must have given him a sedative,” Nikita muttered concerned as Frank was helping Rachel sit down.
“Who are these guys?” Rachel asked, rubbing her hands. Feeling was beginning to return to them.
“Some terrorist group, according to Nikita. Are you okay?”
She nodded slightly. “What about you?”
“I hurt, but I’ll live.” He glanced over at Nikita again, only to see that Michael were on his feet, supported by Nikita
“Can you and Rachel get out on your own?”
“Where are you going?”
“Finish this.” The cold chill in Nikita’s voice cut any further questions from Frank short. Michael picked up the gun on the floor, and without even a heartbeat’s hesitation, fired.
Frank and Rachel stared, wide-eyed, as the two walked off. Then Frank put his arms around Rachel, helping her to her feet. She moaned slightly.
“What kind of terrorist organisation is this,” she muttered.
“I dunno.. And Michael and Nikita don’t seem like your average FBI agents to me.”
They began walking slowly, passing more dead bodies in the hallway.
“Do you know where you are going?”
“Yeah, I think so..” Frank looked around, “we came through here, then we head left, and we should see the basement door.”
Meanwhile, Michael had gained enough strength from the antidote Nikita had given him to mercilessly shot down those who was unfortunate to stand in his way. Nikita was walking beside him, not hesitating much either. As they walked into the main room, five men stood up, surprise all over their face.
The nuclear missile in the room was gleaming coldly.
“No!” one of the shouted, but he pulled his gun too late, the shot hitting him in the head. Two other were busy pulling their guns as well, while two made a run for it.
They got three steps from where they stood before they fell dead. The two others managed to fire a shot, but Michael didn’t even flinch when one hit him in the arm. The other missed a running Nikita, but she didn’t miss her target. Neither did Michael.
“Nikita to base. We have it. Get clean-up here.”
“You didn’t mention Frank and Rachel,” Michael commented.
“They don’t need to know. You know what will happen.” He nodded slowly, then they walked off. Clean-up could handle it from here.
Outside, Frank and Rachel were met with a light rain shower as they walked unsteadily out of the building. Seeming to be only moments later, it blew up. The rush of wind blew them off their feet, propelling them several metres away. Pieces of wood rained over them along with dirt as they hit the ground hard. Rachel felt the air being pressed out of her lungs, she tried to gasp in pain, but had no breath.
It only took a few seconds before the rain of what remained of the house stopped, and she looked up, wondering what the hell ha happened. Frank was lying on the sidewalk a few metres away, she crawled up to him and found that he was breathing. Curling herself up against him, she placed his head in her lap. And finally she succumbed to the blessed darkness, where there was no pain.
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Epilogue
Section HQ
High heels against cold steel as Madeline walked over to Operations, joining him in a slow stroll down the hallway.
“The mission in Australia was a success. Nikita and Michael are returning home. Clean-up removed any sign of Red Cell existence, and we managed to “convince” local authorities the case was closed.”
“And the detectives?” Operations asked.
“They don’t know enough. They’re not a threat. For now. We’ll continue to watch them.” Madeline replied coolly
“And if they become a threat?”
She shrugged her shoulders, exchanging a knowing glance with him.
“We’ll deal with it.”
“And Nikita and Michael?”
“We’ll deal with them too.”
Their steps echoed through the hallway as they disappeared into the distance.
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The sun showed its face for the first time in several days, just as it were about to go down. The city basked in the sunlight nevertheless, the last raindrops drying off. Frank Holloway walked into his office to find Nikita waiting.
“I would expect you to be on your way back.”
“We will be soon,” she replied calmly.
“Got what you wanted?”
She nodded.
“You don’t work for the FBI, do you? Who do you work for?”
“Don’t ask.”
“Why? Because you can’t reply?”
“No. Because if I do, it will cost you more than you can ever imagine.”
She looked directly at him, with an honesty that surprised him.
“Forget it Frank. Forget what you have seen.”
“Why?”
“Because the price of knowing is too great.”
He looked confused at her, but something in her voice stopped him from pressing the subject any further.
“You and Michael.. are a couple?” he changed tracks, asking a question he already knew the answer to. Somehow, it mattered to him to hear that they have. He wasn’t sure why, just that it did matter.
“Michael and me.. we risk it all by having a relationship. We risk more than you can imagine.”
“What, being partners?”
She looked out at the horizon. “You could put it like that,” she said quietly.
“Then why?”
“You can’t keep your heart at bay forever,” she replied simply. She turned to look at Frank again, and he was struck by the honesty of her gaze.
“Look no further Frank. Please. For your own sake as well as Rachel’s. It isn’t worth it.”
And with that she walked out, her heels clicking against the floor. He listened to the sound until it faded away, and he was alone again.
“Was that Nikita leaving?”
Even though he hadn’t heard her walk in, somehow he wasn’t surprise to see Rachel standing by her desk. Slightly bruised, as were he, but she seemed in no immediate danger of falling over.
“Yeah.. she and Michael are going back to the States.”
“Did she tell you anything more?”
He shook his head, Nikitas last words echoing through his head.
“I was right though.. they are involved.”
Her gaze had wandered to the sunset outside, but he knew she was listening.
“They risk everything by having a relationship. Still, they can’t help themselves.”
She looked up at him, their gazes locking for an eternity or two. The sun vanished behind a mountain, leaving only the reddish light which they bathed in. Her hair seemed to shine in the light, Frank noticed, and her eyes shone with a glimmer he hadn’t seen since.. The last time she looked at David.
“Buy you a beer?” he offered, not wanting to end the night.
“Sure.”
Still, neither made a move, just standing there, basking in the last sunlight. And he realised Nikita was right.
“Come on,” he smiled, and Rachel walked towards him, her eyes shining.
And twilight embraced the city.
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Lastly: Thanks to Suz for betareading, Ness for some suggestions and general encouragement, Aquiel for reminding me she doesn’t like to be kept waiting (thanks bunches, it took me an hour to calm down bazooka!!), and finally, bro for the idea in the first place.
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