CHAPTER 1

Sunny leaned against the outer wall of Threads & Buttons, watching carefully those who entered. She knew Andrea got off work in half an hour; Actually, twenty minutes now. Time sure did pass quickly. People walked on the streets, but the alley on the side of the building was empty. Few noticed her there, pressed against the cool brick. The shade was relieving, too. Sunny sighed, watching a man go through the front door. There was a holler from within, and soon a few more voices joined the chorus. Anger filled the majority of the tones, but one stood out, fearful. Soon it quieted down, and, curious, Sunny edged around to the front of the store, looking in through the window.

Inside stood Andrea, her long blond hair draped over her face. It was hard to tell, but it seemed as if she were crying. Worried, Sunny stepped back as Andrea came rushing out the door, fifteen minutes early . She went racing down the street, disappearing into the crowd. "Dammit," Sunny cursed, setting off after her. Her hightop sneakers slapped the puddle-ridden ground as she sprinted down the sidewalk after Andrea. Finally the blond head came into view, but it wasn't moving as she'd expected it to be. Andrea was slumped on a bench outside a coffee shop, her face in her hands.

Without a moment's hesitation, Sunny slid onto the bench next to her. "Hey," she murmured passively. Andrea looked up, confused. Sunny stuck out a hand. "I'm Sunny. Call me Sun." Andrea stared at the hand nervously.

At last, she shook it gently, whispering, "Andrea." Sunny nodded.

"Yeah, Andrea. I know." Sunny answered casually. Andrea's eyes widened.

"W-what?" She stuttered, alarmed.

Sunny placed a hand on Andrea's shoulder. "Relax. It's all right. I'm like you." Andrea let out a gentle breath, then made a gesture with her eyebrows. Glancing around nervously, Sunny murmured, "Teleporter." Andrea gave a little gasp.

"Teleporter?" she whispered, stunned. "I've never met one. I'm a – "

"Weaver," Sunny interrupted. "I know."

Andrea shook her head in disbelief. "How in the world do you know so much about me?" She asked, her voice gaining volume, becoming more audible.

"I hang out at Threads & Buttons a lot. Talked to some people. Some... people in charge. You know. People who know stuff." Sunny answered vaguely.

"No," Andrea argued, her voice still not sparking with much emotion. "I don't know. I want to know how you know." Her voice was a whisper again, and fierce.

"Alright," Sunny caved, "but not here. We'll go to my place." She stood, beckoning Andrea forward, and began to casually stroll down the street, past the shops and stores. She veered onto the sidewalk; Though there were no cars, it helped her blend in. She walked quickly, briskly, and resisted the urge to break into a run. She didn't look behind her, giving the impression that she and Andrea were not together, in case they were recognized and caught. As soon as she could, Sunny turned onto an alleyway, using the back roads as often as possible. At last she came to a door in a grimy alleyway, thrusting a key in the lock. She motioned Andrea to back up to the end of the alley. After taking a quick look inside, she let Andrea in.

It wasn't a house, an apartment, or a condo. It wasn't a pad, or any kind of living space. It was rundown, littered, and abandoned. Tucking the key into the breast pocket of her jacket, Sunny flicked on the light. "Electricity?" Andrea asked suspiciously. Sunny glared.

"I have my ways," she stated, and proceeded farther inside. The dim lightbulb in the main room cast its eerie rays over an old, ratty couch and a classic radio. Debris was scattered amidst the broken furniture. Sunny plopped down in a large armchair and patted the couch for Andrea. With a disgusted look, the young woman sat, facing Sunny.

"So Sunny," she began.

"Sun." Sunny corrected. "Never Sunny. Sun." She was firm.

Andrea rolled her eyes. "Sun," she started over, "How do you know so much about my life, about me? To what extent had it been beyond the law? And what are you doing alone in this rundown apartment?"

"Actually, my dad lives here too," Sunny quipped, "I'm just not sure where he is at the moment. I haven't been stalking you, if that's what you mean. I got the Troupe to gather me some information. They want to help me. They're not a gruff as everyone says, you know. What do you think about the Troupe?" Sunny looked up at Andrea.

Her inquiries were met with a blank stare.

"You're kidding me! You don't know who the Troupe is? They're only the greatest team ever assembled to defeat Division! They're the best at everything. I've used them to obtain information about you-- and to recruit you."

"Recruit me?" Andrea's voice shook.

"Yes! Recruit you! We need you to fight with us, against Division! We haven't got a Weaver yet." Sunny was on a roll now. "Neither has the Troupe. We don't think Division's got one; You are few and far between." Sunny was calming down now, her voice normal once again. "You do know who Division is, don't you?"

Andrea looked up. "Of course. What do you think I am, stupid?" Her words may have seemed harsh but her tone brought them softly and securely. Calmly, even. She never seemed to rise above firm, Sunny noticed. She was always gentle, and perhaps a bit shy.

"Of course not." Sunny smiled. "Now, let's see what you can do. We'll get you to the training course– they've got a Weavers' section that's gathering dust." she pulled Andrea by the hand, but she refused.

"I need to rest. I'm tired." She insisted. Sunny shrugged. "Suit yourself," she muttered. "Bedroom's just down the hall. My bed is the navy one, on the left. Or you can have the couch. You should take the bed, though. I won't be sleeping."

Andrea went down the hall, mumbling, "Thanks," Soon she was gone, most likely collapsed on the bed. Sighing, Sunny plopped on the couch and switched on the radio, tuning in to a news station. Now all she could do was wait for Andrea to wake up. Andrea was her task, and if she didn't complete it correctly, then... well, she might never become on of the Troupe.

AuThOr NoTeS:

Hey, this is my first Push Fanfiction. Before Push (the movie) came out, I had an idea for something sort of along the lines of it. This is my way of sort of merging those two together, and whalaa, here comes my little story. I've made up my own types of powers for some of them, so if you want to give me an idea on how to improve one of their gifts or even just a flat out idea, then you will most certainly be credited and earn my uber-gratitude.