Guts Over Fear ◇ NIKITA

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Alys stopped hearing Michael after he told them he couldn't get direct info on the Guardian, unable to process his words and still too shocked over the fact that he had joined Nikita's side. Her mind also backtracked to the regimen, and how it was affecting Owen. It was a preformance enhancer, sure, but he wasn't taking the proper dosages, these skull seperating headaches that he'd grown accustomed to was the only visible symptom so far, but who's to say what was going on beneath the surface.

She looked up and payed attention when Nikita grabbed the phone, taking it off speaker as she walked into the other room and speaking in a hushed voice, frowning a bit, Alys decided to turn to Owen. "How do you feel?" she asked softly. When he raised a brow, she gave a one shoulder shrug. "I was Head Medic in Division, and you're taking drugs that alter your brain and body's chemistry, humor me."

"It's just the headaches, and its gone now. Like I said, only when I don't take it." Her frown softened out a bit at Owen's almost defensive tone, nodding and folding her arms over her chest. She knew better though. With the access given to her as Head Medic, along with the curiosity that had a tendancy to nag at her, she had looked up on the regimen program, and the withdrawls usually caused cancelation for the Cleaners who'd been taken off the drug.

The only consistant symptom was pyschotic obsession. Taking a slow breath, Alys looked at the walls once more as Owen busied himself with the paper-cluttered table. Making a mental note to keep an eye on the blonde across the table from her, she drew her green irises back to her subject of focus. By the time she'd zoned back into his actions, he was zipping up a bag and nodding her towards Nikita.

With a short nod of agreement, they both followed the brunette into the other room, and Alys couldn't help but catch the subtle nervousness about her when she turned back to Owen. She could only spot it from her years of knowing the girl, otherwise it mostly appeared as concern and caution for whatever she'd be facing. But, again, Alys knew better.

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The trio had been walking through the shipping yard when Owen broke the silence about them. "So how long have you and Michael been--"

"Not long," Nikita curtly answered, causing alert within Alys. How long had they been what? She knew an obvious answer was working together, but had that jealousy Michael rarely displayed come through?

"I'm not sure how you manage to do it; win over your enemies." Alys scanned over the metal crates with her flashlight, trying to keep herself unconcerned.

"Michael was never really the enemy," Nikita shrugged.

"So when he fired that rocket launcher at us in Chile, that was...?" Owen trailed off, snapping Alys' head around despite not wanting to involve herself. She knew they'd faced some great trouble saving Fletcher from the coverup, but she didn't know an RPG had been one of the issues.

"He was aiming at you," Nikita excused. Alys rolled her eyes and turned back to the containers, simply listening to the two bicker like siblings.

"Oh, jealous type, huh?" Owen chuckled, to which Alys scoffed.

"Which one of them?" Her thoughts, despite how much she didn't want them to, were confirmed with pang against her heart. It was only a matter of time, really. Alys had simply gotten to Nikita first. Now, it was his turn.

"He's over-protective," Nikita excused, seeming to ignore the fact that she was only provoking a repeat of Alys' last question.