This drabble is set in a AH/AU. It was inspired as a cross fanfiction of Vampire Academy and the movie Push.

The plots, ideas, and storylines do not belong to me.

This was my way of doing a combined fanfiction.

It was difficult running from the government, but I managed to stay hidden. There were so many of us, but at the same time so few. We were a dying breed, being hunted by the people that were supposed to protect us.

I had only met a handful of people like me, but only five of them were still alive. Well, I hoped that five of them were still alive, but didn't know for sure. It had been years since I had seen three of them. One I missed so much that it made me nauseous to think about him.

He was supposed to meet me, but he never showed. Then my world went to hell.

I wiped down everything I touched with the bleached rag, paying attention to the taps and railings, even more to the doorframes and windowsills. I was careful to put everything I used for hygiene into a Ziplock bag, ready to dispose of it in a public trash a few blocks from here.

The US government had a secret department that only a few knew about called Division. That section of government was employed solely by psychics who were powerful, cunning, smart, but ultimately murderous. In a twisted way, they were designed to exterminate us, while keeping the ones they wanted the most for themselves, forcing them to work for them, or killing them.

I'd been hiding from them since they took my mom from me. I was fifteen. My dad went into hiding shortly after that after leaving me with a friend he knew he could trust. That was until they died and I fled with their daughter Lissa.

I got onto the first subway that came into the station and got off randomly, not thinking about where I was going. It was safer not to think about where I was going.

Eventually, during my wandering I started to recognize where I was and blindly veered off to the left. I came to a building that I knew. I knocked on the door and waited, looking around me with weary eyes. It didn't take long for the door to open, and one of the few people I could call 'friend' stood behind it.

"Hi," I said softly.

"What are you doing? You know it's not safe to come here often," she said with a quick dart of her eyes. "Were you followed?"

"No. I've been careful. Sniffers have been crawling all over the city," I answered, holding up my leather gloved hand up for her to see. Lissa looked at it wearily for a minute before nodding and stepped away from the door, allowing me to come in. I thanked her and slipped past her, careful not to rub up against anything.

Lissa Dragomir was the same age as me and was luckier than most. She was off the government's radar because she had something valuable. She was a sniff too, but on occasion would be neutral ground, even helping rouge government agents go into hiding. Sometimes the government would reach out to her if there was someone that they really wanted, but couldn't find with their own sniffs. She didn't do it often because she felt like she was betraying us, but it kept them off her back.

Sniffers or 'sniffs' were people who could touch an object and see where you've been and could follow a trail to find you. Which was why I was religious with bleaching everything down and wearing gloves. The less I leave behind, the harder it was for a sniff to smell me.

They liked to use toothbrushes the most. Maybe hairbrushes, lipstick if we were stupid enough to use them. Anything that we touched frequently. You wouldn't think about being careful as to where you threw out your toothbrush.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?" Lissa said as she led me into her seating room, adjusting he own gloves over her hands. She gestured for me to sit down and I sank into the couch.

"Can't say goodbye to an old friend?"

Lissa stilled and turned to look at me with her brows knitted together. "What do you mean by that? You know you can't make decisions watchers can track. Did you actively think about coming here?"

"No. I wasn't thinking about coming here, I just ended up on your doorstep," I eased her, "I just need to get away."

Lissa tilted her head to the side before realization crossed her face. "No! Rose, you cannot go looking for him! They will find you! He was on their watch list, and so are you!" Lissa exclaimed as she sank down onto the couch beside me, pleadingly taking my hands.

"I can't lose you too. It's one thing for you to live in the same city as me, but Christian… I can't be alone again. I won't be alone again," Lissa whispered, fear and desperation filling her voice. I squeezed her hand and frowned at her.

Christian Ozera was her husband and was a skilled shifter, a psychic who could manipulate matter into what ever he wanted it to be. Blank pieces of paper into hundred dollar bills, cheap shoes into Jimmy Choo's, business cards into fake IDs. He could turn anything into anything. He worked with the Division for the first five years of his adult life before they shut him out with a warning. He met Lissa and me after that, and the three of us – four of us – hunkered down in Virginia before we got split up.

That was where I met Dimitri.

He was a second-generation mover – telekinetic was the official term. He could move things or people with his mind. His mother, Olena, was on the Divisions 'watch list', a list that named all of the powerful psychics that the government wanted to track down and make work for them. Dimitri hadn't seen her since he was seventeen.

Dimitri was on that list. So was I.

I was a little different. I was a pusher and a watcher. It was almost unheard of to have more than one ability, but I wasn't like most. My mom was a watcher, my dad was a push. Most didn't have both parents that had abilities. And those who did usually had the same ability.

A push is someone who could put any thought of their own into someone else's head and make it their own. It was extremely helpful when I was trying to travel, make people believe that we were old friends or that I had already paid for things.

Watchers were exactly what they sounded like. They could see the future even when it wasn't as easy as it sounds. Most of us see the future based on the decisions you make, so they can always change. It was best to make decisions without really thinking about them. That way you were harder to track by other watchers.

"Lissa, I can't go on like this. I need to know. I have been watching and if he was in hiding he would know how to hide. If he hides from them, he's hiding from me too. I need to know that he's okay, at least," I said to Lissa, trying to make her understand.

Lissa bit her lips and shook her head. "But do you have to leave now?"

I furrowed my brows at her and really looked at her. Her face was a little fuller, her lips pinker and her face flushed. I let my eyes move from her face to her stomach. She hid it, but I could see the small swell at her waist.

And now I felt bad.

Christian was in hiding right now, hiding out somewhere in Thailand, only able to contact her by payphone once a week. It became lonely for her when he left two months ago, and I tried to be around as much as I could without drawing attention.

But this was a lonely life we all lived.

"Liss. I promise that when I have answers I'll come back," I said, reaching out to place my hand on her stomach, stroking the small bump. But touching that bump brough back so many memories that it hurt.

Lissa patted my hand and nodded her head. "Is there anything I can do to help before you leave?"

I pursed my lips. "I need help finding Eddie. If anyone would know where Dimitri was, it would be Eddie," I said twisting my fingers together in my lap. Lissa nodded and stood up, walking towards her desk and opening a hidden panel.

I tilted my head and followed her. Inside the panel were three random objects sealed in bags.

"What are those?"

"I tend to check in when I'm really lonely," Lissa said sheepishly, plucking the bag with a button out of the panel and pulling her glove off. "I don't keep anything with your scent. It would be too risky. But I do keep tabs on Eddie, Christian, and Adrian. Although, the object I have for Adrian has almost lost it's scent completely," Lissa explained as she sank down in her chair. I sat in the chair across from her as she tipped the button out of the bag and held it between her fingers, bringing it to her nose.

I could hear her take a slow deep breath through her nose as she rolled the button between her fingers, her eyes fluttering as she searched. It took a few moments before she opened her eyes again and put the button back in the bag.

"He's not in China anymore," she said setting the bag back and closing the panel, "He's in Australia."

"Damn. That's not cheap. And that will be a lot of pushing," I sighed, propping my head upon my arm.

"Well, I have a little bit of money set aside that I can lend you. As for fakes, you'll probably need to find Christian first," Lissa said, "Give him my love when you see him?"

I gave her a tight smile and nodded my head as I came around the desk, pulling her into a hug. I didn't know if I'd see her again, or when, if I was lucky.

"I love you, Liss," I whispered into her shoulder. She nodded her head and burrowed her face into mine.

"I love you too. Please be careful."

I sniffed and pulled away, wiping a few tears from her cheeks. Lissa took a shuttering breath and pulled away, moving to go to the safe she kept hidden in her apartment. I waited where I was and looked over the few personal items she had. A picture of Christian, a picture of the two of us without our faces showing, a picture of me when I was…

Before we fled to Asia. Hong Kong to be exact. It was like a safe haven for us. It was difficult to find us here.

I turned around as Lissa came back in, tucking cash into a small clutch bag. It was just big enough for the money but small enough to fit into my backpack with my few meagre belongings. Everything I had I left in America.

"There's a ferry leaving in two hours to Macau, and then a plane to Don Muang. It's the shortest route without having to go through major checkpoints. There should be enough money here for that and to tide you over for a few months," Lissa explained softly, a sad smile on her face.

I nodded and stuff the bag into my backpack, hoisting it onto my back. I tried to keep my mind clear of what I wanted to do, but if worst came to worst, I find a 'stich' and have them wipe my short-term memory and put whoever may be watching me on a wild goose chase.

"Rose."

I looked up and found her holding a gun out to me. It was a 10 mm. Small and easy to conceal, but something I had used before. I nodded and took it, tucking it into the back of my jeans. Lissa walked me to the door and said a quiet goodbye to me again. I held her gaze for a minute, committing her to memory before I turned onto the busy street.

The walk to the airport wasn't long, but the only issue was I had no idea where it was. I was strapped for time too. There was a slight chance I would be able to talk my way through security, but I needed to get there as soon as possible.

I needed a ride.

I observed the people filing out of the pier and spotted a couple walking to their car. I had noticed them on the ferry because they spoke English, not something that I heard commonly around here. I took a deep breath and approached them.

"Hey, wait up!" I called out to them. I startled them and they turned to me a little weary.

"I just need a ride," I said but they cut me off, starting to refuse.

"We're old friends, right? You'll give me a ride," I said gently with a friendly demeanour. I could feel my pupils contracting as I pushed my thoughts into their minds. It only took a second for my thought to become their own, and their defensive demeanours shifted to friendly. The image I put in their heads was that we were high school classmates of good standing, and the man was more than eager to extend the invitation.

That was until a gunshot rang out, ricocheting off the metal sign above us. The people I was trying to convince to give me a ride fled, ducking into their cars and driving off, my push not having enough time to fully settle in their minds.

"Fuck!" I shouted, whirling around as I pulled my gun out, raising it only to find the last person I excepted to be there.

He hadn't changed in the last two years. His hair was still long, he was still tall and muscular, his eyes were still that perfect burn chocolate that I fell in love with.

"Comrade?" I whispered, my gun lowering a bit. I flicked my eyes over him and felt my heart lift in relief, only to plumet when I noticed the tattoo on his wrist.

My posture hardened and I raised my gun up again, pointing at him square in the head. That tattoo meant Division.

That tattoo meant that I would either kill the man I loved right here or be killed when I refused to join them.

"How long have you been tracking me?"

This will probably be a two or three part drabble broken up within this collection.

Let me know what you think!:)

It was also a quick, rough edit. I apologize if there are erros.