((well, i own none of this c: this is my first push fic. some r&r would be loved, of course. enjoy!))

"We're going to have to hurry and get out of here, okay? Division is coming."

"Division?" she asked, and she looked up to him. "Where's mom?"

"She's...she's not around anymore, okay? Alright? Listen, just grab your tiger, grab your bag, that's it...here, I'll put it in the trunk..." the girl's father mumbled, looking very stressed out, and her tears weren't helping. She sniffled up at him with those big brown eyes of hers, watching her father shove every available suitcase in the trunk with anything they could bring. She was two, of course she didn't understand who Division was. She barely understood what she was. He didn't want to blame the little girl, but it was her being a Mover that stopped all of this. They wanted a Pusher…

Division got to Kira faster than he could, and she was Pushed into believing that she was an agent once more. Apparently they'd made her believe she was assigned to find him, marry him, and Push him into believing they wanted a child. Nick could barely believe it, but Division was forcing them both to...breed. His hands shook more at the thought of them actually bringing a life only to just take it away again, but apparently they'd been doing this for a while. Then again, Kira had told him this, so he was hesitant to believe her. They'd twisted her mind so much that he barely remembered what the truth was.

"Now then. Up you go." He lifted her into the car seat in the back, his hands shaking. "Division is a...group of people, who want to hurt us because we're special," he explained, hastily as he looked over to her as she sat there, staring at him with an open mind and a shaky bottom lip. "Your mom worked for them, I think. She..." he started, and he looked down, shaking his head. "It's not her fault. It really isn't, just..." he sighed, and took the little tiger from the back, handing it to her.

"There you go. Hold on to it and just don't let go. Try to go to sleep." Nick stared at his daughter, whom he guessed he never wanted in the first place. And Kira didn't want her either, but not for the reason she thought. He suddenly wasn't sure how to talk to her. He remembered being such a good dad. Damn.

He remembered back to all of the memories they shared. Obviously they'd been together for the span of two years, or Olive would not be in existence. And she wouldn't be this old. "They wanted a Pusher. A Pusher as strong as me, and perhaps with your strength," Kira's voice rang in his chaotic mind as he sped through the streets, gearing for the highway. He wasn't making any concrete decision. It was unsafe with the Watchers tracking them, and…well, he didn't care where he ended up.

"But they discovered she would be a Mover. Like you." The apathy in her voice stung more than he could believe. Two years...at least...she'd been lying to him. To Olive..."Watchers saw that coming. Watchers that would be on Division's side, anyway. I'm warning you, Nick, because this is my child. So get out of town as fast as you can. That being said, I can't help you. I am sorry it had to be you."

Nick felt tears well up in his eyes, and he was glad he knew these roads like the back of his hand. He yelled and screamed, tried to tell her how they'd done this before. He had no proof anymore, though, no shred of evidence. She had a badge, and training, and a mission, apparently. And Nick had nothing but the love in his heart and Coney Island.

Kira was gone before he could even confirm that she existed. His yelling woke Olive up, naturally, who felt like a stranger to him all of a sudden. And now here they were, on the run, much like he was with his own father. His daughter was a third-generation Mover. He should feel proud, but she felt like someone else's child, and he was just babysitting her for the time being.

Her sniffles were finally beginning to quiet down in the back seat. He remembered how it was with his own dad, roaming around to avoid Division. Nick decided he would make it easier. Much easier. He looked in his rear view mirror, seeing her shifting uncomfortably in her car seat. The tiger, which had fallen to the floor, lifted up haphazardly into the air. It missed her lap, but she could reach it from there.

He snickered and nodded, looking forward to the road again. "You'll probably be better than I ever was," he mumbled. "I mean, you're...I guess, a pure bred? I mean, you're not a dog, I just..." he laughed, and looked forward as it began to rain. Naturally. "I just mean you have both of our strengths. And somehow, you managed to defy the odds and get my ability. Weird how that works."

The rain pitter-pattered against the windshield and he let her sleep.

----

Too many years had passed since they left. Olive paced in a hotel room in the middle of New York City, looking down to her feet as she did. "So when did Cassie say that they would be here?" she asked, gulping a little bit as she looked over to her father. He seemed to be out of it. "Will you promise not to fight them? I mean, you know what happens when people fight them..."

"Cassie said they would be here in fifteen," Nick said. He looked quite a bit different than how he looked before...of course he'd aged because, well, twelve years had passed. Stress also got to him; speckles of early greying could be seen mixed in with the brown hair. The bags over his eyes got heavier every year, and he'd gained just a bit of weight. He looked up to her.

He was quite proud with how Olive had turned out. She was only fifteen, but he had a feeling she would be fine. He'd contacting Hook about letting her stick around before she found a place of herself with his money. He'd made sure to keep her safe from his inevitable grave, unlike his own father.

He watched her pace, chewing on her fingernails. "Don't do that. Bad habit."

"You still haven't answered my question," she said with a heavy sigh, and she finally sat down next to him. "Don't fight them. I mean, who knows, this drug may work on you. They've changed it, or so they say..."

"Who's they?"

"Liam," Olive replied. "You know, he's a Shifter. I met him when we were staying in Trenton. He said he knew Hook," she said, and she smiled up to him grimly. "So do you promise? Besides, it's not like I won't be trying to get you out."

"You won't," Nick said, sternly, and he glared down at her. "You're not coming anywhere near Division. And I mean...I didn't run around the world just so you can get caught the minute I let you out of my sight."

"Let me?" Olive asked, and she chuckled, her eyes looking down. "Ten minutes." The clock continued to tick down. She raised her hand, and Moved the thermostat down. That didn't make it work, of course, but she hoped it would magically begin to work because of the gravity of the situation. She took off her sweater. "Maybe if I keep sweating, I'll lose some weight."

"Ooh, come on..." Nick grumbled. He didn't mind the fact that his daughter was a bit pudgy. It ruled out all the stupid little boys who only wanted sticks. Boys like him. He wrinkled his nose. "Hey. I know I don't say this a lot..."

"Five minutes, I guess."

Nick sighed. He knew she didn't want to say goodbye, and he didn't blame her. He eyed her curiously, and he looked back down. "Watch out, okay?" he asked, and she nodded, staring down.

The next three minutes crept by faster than any other three minutes possibly could. Olive rose and grabbed her sack and the keys, smiling over to her father gently. "Yeah, I...I'll see you. At some point, I'll see you," she said, seeming so confident about all of this. She pushed back some of her hair, and it ruffled around her, thanks to the frizziness she'd acquired. "This shouldn't be this awkward. You should be embracing me and telling me that everything will be okay, and I should be screaming and crying and...stuff."

Nick smirked slightly. "Yeah, but I know you would hate the hugging, and the crying is so beneath you," he teased, and ruffled her already messy hair. Olive grimaced but cherished it at the same time. "Alright. Go. Don't look back...take this." He handed her a handgun and she put it in her bag, letting it slide in without touching it.

"Remember how to use it? How to cock it, and you have to squeeze the trigger…"

"Yes, yes, I know how to use a firearm."

He found himself repeating his father's advice. "Don't make any decisions any Watcher can track. You have friends out there--Cassie will be looking out for you as best as she can. Hook is a good friend, too, he'll help you get on your feet."

"Thanks, Nick," Olive said with a tiny chuckle, and she hated the fact that she couldn't call him father. It was too weird.

She walked out of the window, running down the fire escape awkwardly and vaguely heard the sound of a Bleeder breaking the lock to the hotel room. She walked down quicker. The sound of gunfire and fighting reached her ears. He'll block the bullets. Go quietly. He promised. I mean...

Olive hailed a taxi a few blocks away, her stomach twisting with fear. She'd never had to run while she felt so...alone.