Disclaimer- Normally I have really interesting disclaimers, but since all I want to happen is going to happen sooner or later (hopefully sooner) in the TV show, I'll just say I don't own KND.

If you haven't noticed, I changed the summary. It's now:

3 has been Chosen, and she is now part of a league of KND that doesn't discriminate against age. 4 isn't. 10 years later, they meet as Sarah and Andrew. 4 is trying to stop the Chosen, and he knows what sort of things they are doing to their operatives, and he doesn't like it one bit...

Sorry about not updating in a while! MOVING IS SO CONFUSING!1

Thinking- (.)

Phone Call

"Why did you call me so early?" groaned Andrew and looked at the clock besides him. It was 2:00. AM.

"Peterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Why so early?" asked Andrew.

"You know we cannot risk to have our calls traced," came Peter's crisp voice form the other end.

"Alright, alright. Bossy asshole," muttered Andrew.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, mommy."

"Andrew, we do not have time for this!"

"I'm sure."

"Andrew!"

"Alright, alright! What is it?" asked Andrew. He got out of bed. There was no point in trying to sleep now.

"There has been a report." Andrew's blood ran cold. He gripped the phone a bit harder.

"Who?"

You remember number 86, Fanny?"

"Yes... Why?"

"Another suicide." Andrew sighed. He had felt no fondness for the hot-temper Scottish girl, but this was still horrible news.

"Why? Why are they doing this?" asked Andrew in despair.

"I do not," came Peter's sad voice.

"Why? If it had not been for the Chosen, we would have all lived happily. There would be Abigail, Hoagie... Kuki."

"They didn't commit suicide."

"According to the police, Hoagie did."

"You know he didn't, Andrew."

"I know," said Andrew quietly.

"By the way, I did some research on your girlfriend." Andrew sighed.

"Peter, you know how I feel about this!"

"Well, you should be happy I did it. She's a Chosen."

There was a pause.

"WHAT!"

"You heard me Andrew."

"She can't be! That means she had to be-"

"A KND, that's right."

"She's couldn't have been!"

"Then how could she have been a Chosen?" Andrew sighed.

"Who is she?"

There was another pause.

"Are you sure you want to know?" asked Peter quietly.

"Of course I do!" snapped Andrew.

There was a third pause.

"I'm sorry. Who was it?" asked Andrew.

"You- you know you can't date her, right?" Andrew sighed and didn't reply.

"You know that right?"

"Of course I do."

"Kuki. She was number 3."

There was a pause, the longest one of all.

Then Andrew hung up the phone. It rang a few seconds later.

Hello, this is Andrew. Leave a message.

"Andrew. Pick up. Pick up now. You can't do this Andrew. You can't date her, you know that, right? Andrew? Andrew? ANDREW? WALLABEE? WALLABEE? PICK UP, NOW!

Andrew picked up the phone.

"Shut the fuck up, Nigel. I'm not losing her again." With this note, Andrew left his house, leaving the answering machine to pick up the rest of Nigel Uno's complaints.

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