Fire and Ice
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G through L › La Femme Nikita
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
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1,315
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I do not own La Femme Nikita, nor any of it's characters. I do not own any of the music borrowed or mentioned. I make no money from the making of this story and make no claim to the contrary.
Chapter Three
Title: Fire and Ice.
Author: Me.
Fandom: La Femme Nikita.
Pairing: Michael/Emilie.
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Summary: A new girl has come to Section. And she is going to show them EXACTLY how to live again.
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Chapter Three:
The welcoming committee showed up about half an hour later, giving them plenty of time to bring their gear in and hide it. When the first lady peeked her head in the open door, Michael and Emilie were sitting on the steps, leaning on each other, talking. The house, thankfully, had come furnished...to a point.
"Hello?" The elder woman called softly.
Emilie waved to the woman to come in. Old Mrs Grant walked in, her two teenage grandsons behind her.
"Do you dears need any help bringing things in?" She couldn't help but ask.
Michael chuckled, "I would need help just for Em's shoes alone."
Emilie elbowed Michael in the side, "I'm not THAT bad," She pouted, "plus, honey, my sister is worse. I've seen her closet. She has more shoes than clothes."
Michael knew that Emilie was getting a jab in at Nikita, while the blond wasn't there to defend herself. Emilie deposited the keys in Michael's hand and kissed his cheek.
"Honey, why don't you help the boys, while me and..."
"Call me Aggie, dear."
"While me and Aggie scope out the kitchen."
Michael rolled his eyes, but did as she said. Emilie took Mrs Grant's hand, the two women walking to the kitchen.
"Holy Hell on a painted hand rail..." Emilie said in shock.
The kitchen was perfect. State of the art. Steel, chrome and marble. With glass tables. The cupboards and fridge were empty, but that was understandable. Mrs Grant saw Emilie's contemplative look while staring at the fridge. It didn't take Michael and the boys long before they had everything sitting in the foyer. They followed chatter to the kitchen, seeing Mrs Grant and Emilie at the island in the middle of the room.
"And Michel just..." She waved her hand over her head.
"That's his name?" Mrs Grant said in disbelief.
"He'd rather go by Michael," Emilie admitted, "said that Michel was a girlie name. His mom proceeded to pop him one upside his head."
The two women laughed, Michael clearing his throat. They turned, looking at the three men like they had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Michael walked over to them, planting a kiss on Emilie's forehead.
"Aggie and I were just talking, honey," She said innocently, Mrs Grant and her grandsons bought it, Michael didn't.
Maybe it was cause he knew better. Who knows. Aggie and Emilie said their goodbyes, Michael walking themselves to the door. When Michael came back into the kitchen, Emilie was sitting on the edge of the island, swinging her legs while giving him the 'I'm an innocent angel' look. Michael walked over to her, stepping between her knees when he stood to look at her.
"And you told her my name was Michel, why?" Michael asked, teeth almost clenched.
"Cause Uncle and Madeline said I could pick on you if I felt like it?" She replied.
Michael's response surprised her....a lot.
Author: Me.
Fandom: La Femme Nikita.
Pairing: Michael/Emilie.
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Summary: A new girl has come to Section. And she is going to show them EXACTLY how to live again.
.................
Chapter Three:
The welcoming committee showed up about half an hour later, giving them plenty of time to bring their gear in and hide it. When the first lady peeked her head in the open door, Michael and Emilie were sitting on the steps, leaning on each other, talking. The house, thankfully, had come furnished...to a point.
"Hello?" The elder woman called softly.
Emilie waved to the woman to come in. Old Mrs Grant walked in, her two teenage grandsons behind her.
"Do you dears need any help bringing things in?" She couldn't help but ask.
Michael chuckled, "I would need help just for Em's shoes alone."
Emilie elbowed Michael in the side, "I'm not THAT bad," She pouted, "plus, honey, my sister is worse. I've seen her closet. She has more shoes than clothes."
Michael knew that Emilie was getting a jab in at Nikita, while the blond wasn't there to defend herself. Emilie deposited the keys in Michael's hand and kissed his cheek.
"Honey, why don't you help the boys, while me and..."
"Call me Aggie, dear."
"While me and Aggie scope out the kitchen."
Michael rolled his eyes, but did as she said. Emilie took Mrs Grant's hand, the two women walking to the kitchen.
"Holy Hell on a painted hand rail..." Emilie said in shock.
The kitchen was perfect. State of the art. Steel, chrome and marble. With glass tables. The cupboards and fridge were empty, but that was understandable. Mrs Grant saw Emilie's contemplative look while staring at the fridge. It didn't take Michael and the boys long before they had everything sitting in the foyer. They followed chatter to the kitchen, seeing Mrs Grant and Emilie at the island in the middle of the room.
"And Michel just..." She waved her hand over her head.
"That's his name?" Mrs Grant said in disbelief.
"He'd rather go by Michael," Emilie admitted, "said that Michel was a girlie name. His mom proceeded to pop him one upside his head."
The two women laughed, Michael clearing his throat. They turned, looking at the three men like they had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Michael walked over to them, planting a kiss on Emilie's forehead.
"Aggie and I were just talking, honey," She said innocently, Mrs Grant and her grandsons bought it, Michael didn't.
Maybe it was cause he knew better. Who knows. Aggie and Emilie said their goodbyes, Michael walking themselves to the door. When Michael came back into the kitchen, Emilie was sitting on the edge of the island, swinging her legs while giving him the 'I'm an innocent angel' look. Michael walked over to her, stepping between her knees when he stood to look at her.
"And you told her my name was Michel, why?" Michael asked, teeth almost clenched.
"Cause Uncle and Madeline said I could pick on you if I felt like it?" She replied.
Michael's response surprised her....a lot.