A/N: A second update! I'm on a roll. Thank you all for the 3 reviews, 4 favorites, 10 follows and 459 views. I don't expect this story to get the attention that some of my others have. Push doesn't seem to be a movie that a ton of people are into so I'm truly grateful for all of you. While this is bouncing around in my head, I just want to do what I can to get the story out. Thank you all for reading!
Nick sat in his barren apartment, trying to make sense of what Cassie had told him. They talked for awhile about other things, getting caught up with each other. It had been good to see her after all. The thing was that they both kept coming back around to talking about her vision. There was a woman, a blond, who was going to be coming to see him. Cassie didn't know when and she didn't know why. Whoever this woman was, she could hide her decisions pretty well. If a Watcher like Cassie couldn't piece together what the blond wanted, Nick knew that meant something.
He understood that the blond woman was most likely on the run. That probably meant that Division wanted her. Either she had some powerful gift that they wanted to use or there was something else going on with her. Maybe some Watcher in Division had seen something that the people in charge didn't like. If someone saw something that Cassie hadn't, the vision had likely come from Cassie's mother. At least the fact that this blond was running from Division let him know that Cassie's mother had to still be alive. That was promising at least. It just wasn't something that Nick needed to focus on right now.
He had taken the drawing that Cassie had made and he was staring at it now. She really was still a terrible artist so he knew that he wouldn't recognize this woman if she walked right up to him tomorrow. Then again if she was looking for him, Nick figured that she might walk right up to him. Pushing the paper aside, he sighed and raked his fingers through his dirty blond hair. He leaned back on the threadbare brown couch in his living room, closing his eyes for a moment. This wasn't something that he needed but it was at least something for him to wrap his head around. It gave him something to focus on instead of feeling sorry for himself.
He slowly opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. Why was this woman coming to find him? That was something that Nick couldn't seem to work out. If she was looking for help, she was coming to the wrong guy. He was barely keeping his own head above water. The last thing that he needed was someone else who was trying to tread water looking to him for help. Sure, he knew that he helped Cassie when he could but the trail for finding her mother had gone cold. As of right now, the only thing that Nick Gant was worried about was Nick Gant. The last time he'd let emotions get in the way he ended up losing someone who meant something to him. He knew that he couldn't afford any more attachments than he already had.
Nick sat up and pushed up off of the couch, wandering into the kitchen. He ignored the dishes in the sink, knowing that he'd get to them later after all. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. There wasn't much else in there and he made a mental note to go to the grocery store at some point. Having food might be a good idea although Nick knew that he could live off of Chinese takeout and the food at various area restaurants easily. It wasn't like he hadn't gotten better at moving the dice when he rolled dice. It was one 'game of chance' that he was good at rigging in his favor after all and it was how he tended to get by these days.
He dug in a drawer for a bottle opener, rummaging around for a bit before he found it. He quickly opened the bottle, tossing the cap onto the counter behind himself and then leaned against the nearest counter as he took a long drink. What was he going to do if this woman did find him? He had two choices after all. He could turn her away, politely or not, or he could help her. Helping her seemed like the worst option between the two but Nick already knew what was going to happen. He would meet this woman and his soft heart wouldn't let him turn her away. He knew that he'd help her.
He sighed before taking another long drink of the bottle of beer in his hand. He was an idiot. A complete and utter fool. He knew that already. He was too kind-hearted although that wasn't something that people expected out of him. Nick was changed by the things that happened with Kira and with Cassie. He wanted to help others and it seemed like he was going to get his chance. He just didn't know who he needed to help, why he needed to help her or how he was going to do that. Other than that, Nick knew exactly what he needed to do.
"Well I suppose I should clean up," he muttered under his breath as he looked around for a moment. He wasn't sure when he had started to talk to himself. Then again it wasn't like Nick had anyone to talk to at this point, not even a pet. This was just a good way for him to kick himself in the ass to do something other than think for a little while. The apartment needed to be dusted and vacuumed and Nick needed to do the dishes. Those were all things that he figured that he could start now after all. "Can't have a guest coming in to find this place a mess."