Nikita kept running, knowing that if she was caught by Michael again he wouldn't be as nice as he'd been during their previous encounter. Nice being the operative word, although some people might find being shot in the shoulder not so nice, it was a hell of a lot better than being shot in the head which was what she knew her old mentor would do if he caught her. The only reason he hadn't killed her the last time was because he owed her one, but now that the slate was wiped clean she was as good as dead if caught. She turned down the alleyway in Metropolis and navigated the twists and turns before finally exiting the alley and walking out onto an empty street on the far side. And right into a group of Michael's agents.

Shit.

Clark Kent was just exiting the Daily Planet when he heard the muffled retort of a silenced weapon. Now most people wouldn't be able to hear a gunshot, much less a gunshot from a silenced weapon when it was on the other side of the city but Clark Kent wasn't your average person. He was an alien from a planet called Krypton and under the Earth's yellow sun he had been gifted with powers including enhanced hearing that allowed him to hear things from miles away, so the gunshot that would have been inaudible to human ears sounded as if it was happening less than a foot away. Without a seconds hesitation he ran towards the sound of the gunshot hoping that he wasn't too late.

Nikita shut her eyes as she heard the muffled retort from one of Michael's agent's guns, acknowledging that she'd had a good run. She'd made it seven years before Division had caught her and Alex would hopefully be able to get away and finish what she'd started. She waited to feel the chill of Death's embrace, but surprisingly it never came.

Clark felt the world seem to slow down around him as he raced towards the sound of the gunshot, arriving just in time to see a bullet leave a gun heading straight for a dark-haired woman with tan skin who looked to be a couple years older than he was. He ran faster, grabbing the woman and racing away before the gunshot struck where she'd been mere seconds earlier.

"WHERE IS SHE?"

That was the question Percy asked Michael as he gave his nightly report on Nikita. Ignoring the spittle flying from Percy's face Michael answered the question.

"My team caught up to Nikita in Metropolis. We split into two groups and caught her, but when I got to the location she was supposed to be my agents just said she was gone.'

"GONE?! How the HELL does someone just disappear when a bullets heading straight for them!"

"I don't know sir."

"Well you'd better find her because if you don't, you'll be the one being hunted. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir."

He walked down to the lab and walked over to Birkoff.

"Birkoff access security camera's for Metropolis at 17: 54 tonight. Nikita just vanished and I want to know how the hell she did it."

Clark ran back to the farm, setting the girl down in a chair in his kitchen before he went to make coffee. However, he'd barely gotten to the coffeepot when he felt the cold steel of a gun pressing into his skull.

"Who are you and where am I?"

The voice spoke calmly, but carried a threatening undertone that told Clark this was not someone he wanted to mess with. He could've easily taken the gun from the woman's but he decided to answer her questions. After all, better to have a friend than an enemy.

"I'm Clark Kent and you're at my farm in Smallville Kansas. Now if you would be so kind as to put away the gun, I'll make coffee and we can talk."

Nikita hesitated, not used to trusting anyone; however whoever this Clark Kent was had been able to get her from Metropolis to an entirely different town in the span of a few seconds. Anyone that could do that probably could have disarmed her the second she had put her gun to his head but instead he had decided to talk and calmly ask her to put away the weapon.

"Alright Mr. Kent, let's talk."

A/N: I was watching Nikita and thought this would be an awesome crossover! Please give it a chance! I am starting chapter 2 now.