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Title:Devons

Author:Keenir

Crossover:4400 / Battlestar Galactica

Dedicated to Purpleyin, who loaned me the plot bunny.

Summary:Devon isn't the only Devon…in fact, she's not even human.

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Devon Wells' vital functions were failing, death now immanent. Wordlessly, Devon Svenson directed her fellow paramedics, ignoring the people who now surrounded them. Humans. The beasts were here too, which was why God had sent her number here.

Everybody saw her, but nobody noticed her. Not one person glommed on to the act that both Devons looked exactly the same. Humans obsessed over details -- ponytail or pageboy haircut, presence or absence of makeup, casual or work clothes. At most, only one human looked at her, and the man – Shawn – had only glanced, saving most of his attention for the dying Devon.

Svenson packed up as Wells was being carted away, and followed after. She hadn't been noticed, and neither had the ones whom God had sent to assist her. Soon enough, she knew – they all knew – Devon Wells would die and be reborn into a fresh body, one clean and unpolluted by the filth of humans.

"We'll stay here," she said. God had sent them ahead, to prepare the way for all the other Cylons.

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VITAL STATISTICS
Name – Earth
Population – 7 Billion
Percentage - 100 Human
Erata – possesses fossilized humans and related species
Orders – Watch and wait.
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Devon Wells stood before the other Devons, her latest body wrapped in a terry-cotton robe. She'd just told them all of the minutia of Jordan's plans, adding to the regular reports she'd given over the year since her previous resurrection. And now the informal unofficial quorum was deliberating; Wells stood, patient, loyal, and eager to return to work.

She heard Shawn's last words to her, saw the intense look on his face as he tried to stave off death. 'Devon, look at me,' he said. And as her body had begun to go cold, as her mind began to transfer into a new body, she'd heard his sadness. Sadness and surprise, as she was only the second person he'd been unable to heal. She hoped he didn't think the fault was with himself.

Thank you, Shawn, for everything, and stood a little straighter when the quorum turned its attention to her.

"Devon," said one who went by the name Devon Gideon, "We are sending you back in. You'll continue your work with the 4400."

"I can always say the serum took longer to take full effect than Dr. Burkhoff had though."

"Whether it takes longer, or is a death-like coma, is your discretion," said Devon McKeon, curator of venomous reptiles at the Vancouver Zoo. "Either or, who could fault you for not permitting that doctor to run follow-up tests."

Nodding, "He abandoned his patient at the first sign of trouble." And Shawn would not try to convince me to submit to checkups I do not want.

"Lovely," a 6 said. There were only four 6s active on Earth. "And what of this coming catastrophe she spoke of?"

The new knowledge had been added to what had been learned a year ago. "Our current plans are sufficient thus far," Devon Svenson said.

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The End