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Disclaimer:The 4400 is owned by USA, Paramount, Viacom, Renegade and other studios and people and whatever and whomever else. I'd list them all, but I can't remember who they all are! I'm just borrowing some characters and whatnot to make this lovely piece of fanfiction. Please don't sue me! I claim ownership of a character I have named (and re-named again) Elizabeth Davenport. I'll be adding her into the mix with hopefully nothing but good results. If it works out, there could be more stories. If not, there still could be more stories. Until that time, we'll just go with this one and see where it leads. It would have taken place early-ish during season 2 and is totally AU but it was fun to write. Please R&R.

Jordan Collier ran the fingers of his left hand through his dark hair while his right hand held onto a copy of the local newspaper. He watched as a young, fair haired girl sat on a park bench singing while one of her friends played guitar and another used the bench as a drum. A small group had gathered around them to listen. Some of the listeners clapped along. Some just smiled and seemed to nod their heads a little to the rhythm everyone was creating. When the song finished, most of the group dispersed. Loose change and dollar bills were being tossed into an opened guitar case sitting at the young woman's feet as people left.

He had been watching her for the past three days at this park. He had a surveillance team on her the rest of the time. She was being watched 24/7 so that Jordan could learn all that he might about her. She was special, one of the 4400, and he needed to talk to her. Jordan knew she had disappeared in August of 1975 when she was about 17 years old. He also knew she had come back with empathic abilities that had surfaced almost from the moment that she was found. He knew her powers were growing by leaps and bounds every day and that there were hints that she may have had some special "abilities" before being taken.

As far as Jordan could tell at this point, she was among one of the most gifted of the 4400. The only 4400 that he would have considered more powerful would have been Maia. Maia seemed to be the most special of all the returnees, in fact and if he could have, he would have been after Maia as well. But this girl, this Elizabeth Davenport, Jordan was going to get her to join his cause one way or another.

Jordan set his unread newspaper aside and started to walk the few feet the separated himself from the young woman. He decided that now was the right time to make his move. As he neared her, he could feel her already inside his head. Jordan had expected this, of course. He had learned from an anonymous source that Elizabeth could read minds as well now and had begun to manipulate minds in the past few months. It was fascinating how quickly she seemed to learn how to harness her ability. He opened his mind to her now, however, allowing her access to all of his thoughts.

Her dark blue eyes narrowed in concentration as Jordan stood before her. Her thick, blonde hair blew around in the light breeze. She was delving deeper than Jordan had wanted her to go but she didn't care. There was nothing he could do to stop her now that she was inside his head. A little smile crept across Elizabeth's face when she was through. He didn't even have to speak to her; she already knew what he wanted.

"I'll catch up with you guys back at the apartment," she said to her friends as she stood up. Her eyes were focused on Jordan Collier even as she spoke. She brushed off her long, turquoise skirt and slipped a pair of white flip flop sandals onto her feet. Elizabeth waved a hand to let him know he could take the lead and waited for him to start talking.

"Miss Davenport," Jordan began as they started to walk through the park side by side, "I had been hoping that you would have visited my 4400 Center by now. Since you haven't, I thought it was high time I extended an invitation to you – personally."

"You've had me followed for the past four days, Mr. Collier," she replied in a calm, even voice. Even without having gotten into Jordan's head, Elizabeth could tell when someone was trying to mask the truth from her. "You've been watching me in the park for the past three days. And now you have the audacity to lie to me about what you've been doing as if I didn't already know what you wanted."

Jordan feigned a friendly smile. He didn't like that she was being so resistant. That was something he was going to have to work on but it would be worth the reward. "Okay," he said, "I deserve that. I do. I should just be honest with you."

"It's too late for honesty now," she replied. Anger tinged her voice as she tried to keep it steady. Elizabeth wasn't going to let him see her as anything but calm and in control. "I want you to go away now. I want you to go away and never come looking for me again. I have no interest in joining in your war, Mr. Collier. I'm going to walk away now and you're going to go back to your little institute and you're never going to pursue me again."

Jordan felt a strange sensation in his head as she spoke. It was as if Elizabeth was putting the thoughts into his head and making them his own. He stood rooted in place as she briskly walked away. He pulled out his cell phone a moment later and had all surveillance of Elizabeth Davenport placed on hold. Then he asked that his car come around to pick him up.