Saying it loudly for the people in the back: I DON'T OWN NIKITA! (but ohmygoodness olex. just, olex.)

The wedding was a small, private affair, away from the eyes of the press and the politicians. The audience was tiny: Birkhoff, Sonya, Miriam Hassan. Mr. Peller. Cassandra and Max, whom contact had slowly, carefully been reestablished with in the 2 years following the Group's fall. Cyrus, popping in just a few minutes before the event started and apologizing for being late but really, it wasn't his fault, he had been busy closing "the greatest deal in human history!". Irina, clean for a year now and running a halfway house. A few other friends she had acquired through her work. And her mother, sobbing into a handkerchief.

"Will you walk me mama?" she had asked when they had started planning the event.

"No, my girl. You have a new family now. But you will be a beautiful bride, and I will be happy to see you with a good man."

So it was Michael who walked her down the aisle behind Max, holding the rings, and Nikita, holding a small spray of African lilies. Alex's dress was a white lace number, with short sleeves, a high waist, and a skirt that fell to cover her bare feet and brush the sand. Sam was waiting for her, on a raised wooden platform with the sea and the sky behind him. Michael slipped in beside him and Alex faced Sam. A local official droned on a bit about commitment, then asked for the vows. Alex went first.

"Sam. We are so different from the people we were when we first met, and yet we still fit together so well. I vow that no matter how much more we both change, we will do it together. I vow to honor our pasts, enjoy our present, and work for a better future with you. I vow to be your sparring partner when you are angry, a shoulder to cry on when you are upset, and someone to make out with in the back of the theatre when a new action movie comes out. I vow to patch up your wounds and to let you do the same for me. I vow to fight for us. Do you accept my vows?"

Sam's grin stretched across his face, eyes sparkling like the ocean.

"I do. Alex, when Nikita first mentioned you to me, she described a woman who was smart and strong and capable. Since then, I have discovered you are all of this, and more. You are caring, and protective, and excellent at chess. You make me want to be a better man, and I vow to always be trying to do that, and to push you to be your best as well. I vow that I will have your back when you need a decoy or a massage and be by your side when you need to face the world. I vow to help you in your work to make the world a better place. I vow to fight for us. Do you accept my vows?

"I do." She declared.

Max held up the cushion with the rings and they slid them on.

"You may kiss the bride" said the official, but they had already fallen into each other's arms.


(Later, when everyone was seated all down a long table eating dinner, Nikita leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Did you plan that?

"We'll never tell." Alex replied with a smile.)

(They honeymoon in Paris.)

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