Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own The 4400, nor anything associated with it.
A/N: When I wrote this, I wasn't quite sure if Tom had been there when Diana talked to that Kevin guy. In this fic, he wasn't. Also, this was originally meant as a twoshot with "Ceasefire" as the second chapter, if you'd like to read that.
Battlefield
"It's just starting."
"What are you talking about?"
"The war."
"Tom," Diana Skouris called to her partner when she saw him walking into the NTAC building in deep discussion with someone. They hadn't had much time recently to say more than two words to each other (not out from under the watchful gaze of their superiors, anyway), but this was important – they'd make time.
She gestured him towards her once he'd turned in her direction. He gave a small nod and worked at extricating himself from the conversation he was currently entrenched in. Once he'd succeeded in that, he followed her into their office and shut the door behind him.
"What is it?"
"You're not going to like it," she said, "but I have it on good authority that the blood of every 4400 – every one, sick or not – contains a synthetic substance that's compromising their immune systems. It's what's making them sick."
"Synthetic?" he repeated slowly when she'd finished. She watched the gears turning in his head: if NTAC knew about this, and hadn't told anyone…. "You mean – NTAC's doing this? We're doing this?"
All Diana could do was nod.
Disbelievingly – he didn't want to believe – Tom sighed. "DC thinks we're at war," he said. "I guess they're right."
A/N: If it's boring, I apologize. But I just had to write something, with it being the season finale and all. I do hope it's not boring, though. Oh, and if you do word counts on drabbles, this is 200 without the quotes at the beginning. Cause I'm a cheater like that. Finally, leave a review!