A/N This is an unusual combination, Falling Skies with Flight 29 Down. I got the idea from the fact that if a group of people were completely isolated, then anything that happened in the outside world, like an alien invasion, wouldn't affect them. Then I translated it into fanfiction. Enjoy! Oh, and the Flight 29 Down survivors haven't been rescued.

Eric looked at the horizon. He was tired of seeing ocean. He wanted to get out. He wanted to leave. The hurricane had passed over the island, but they were safe enough in buildings. They decided to go to the East Side of the island and stay there. The West Side would be when they were in trouble. It had been almost two years.

Eric looked down at his clothes, which was piece of cloth wrapped around him to prevent complete nudity. His chest was bare. For once, he was glad for the little kid. If Lex hadn't found out how to make cloth, he'd be in his birthday suite.

"Eric!" Jackson called. "Come on!" Eric looked once more at the horizon, then grabbed his spear and headed towards Jackson. Jackson became Chief again, after the hurricane. Nathan and Daley got together after a discussion of how it would affect the group.

Eric smirked when he remembered how Nathan had kissed Daley and announced that she was the love of his life. They inspired Jackson and Melissa to finally get together. Taylor was okay with it. But it was really annoying at camp. Ah well, these weekly hunts for food gave him some man time.

Otherwise camp was a lovey-dovey make-out place. His only comfort was when he was with Lex, Abby, and Taylor. Jory and Ian were off in their own world. Suddenly, there was a buzzing noise above him. He looked up…and gaped. It was…something he'd never seen before. Lex came running out of the camp. "Do you see it?" Lex asked excitedly.

"Yeah." Eric muttered.

Slowly, one by one, the castaways came out to marvel at the ship. "How long have we been gone?" Taylor asked.

"There's no way anybody could've built that ship in a year." Lex said. "It's not possible."

"Maybe it's a test flight." Melissa said hopefully, clutching Jackson's arm.

"I don't think so." Jackson said, in that voice that made everyone turn to him. "I think we should wait. See who comes out."

"Yeah." Abby snorted. "Maybe they'll have found unicorns too."

Their argument was cut short as the ship began to descend. It landed on the sand a few yards away. The hatch opened and several people stepped out. They stood, blinking in the sun.

"It's a beach!" One of them, a little boy, yelled. Then a man with a beard noticed them.

"Who are you?" He asked. He took out a gun and pointed it at them.

"I'm…we're…" Daley's voice trailed off.

"I think we should be asking the same question." Jackson cut her off. He stepped forward and put his arms out protectively. "I mean, normal people don't point guns at people. Normal people don't have guns."

"That's not true." Lex began, but shut up when Daley gave him a look.

"You're not harnessed, are you?" The man asked, ignoring Lex.

"Harnessed?" Abby asked. But another man interrupted her. He was around the age they were when they were first stuck here.

"Dad, we'd know if they were harnessed." He said.

"Yeah," Another boy, this time around Lex's age, added. "There'd be Skitters around, but I don't see them."

The man finally put down his gun. "I'm Tom, Tom Mason. These are my kids, Hal, Matt and Ben." He pointed to the older looking boy, the one who yelled about a beach, and the one who'd said something about Skitters. A woman stepped down from the ship as well. "My wife, Anne." He added.

The woman nodded at them. Jackson stepped forward. "I'm Jackson. This is Eric, Melissa, Abby, Lex, Daley, Nathan, and Taylor." He pointed to each of them in turn.

A young woman, around Hal's age bounded out. "Hey I-" She noticed the castaways. "Who're they?"

"This is Lourdes." Hal said, holding out a hand to her.

"Matt, don't go near the water." Anne warned him as she went to him. "You don't know what's in there."

Tom smiled. Then he turned back to Lourdes. "Get Maggie and Dai." He said. "And Pope." He added as an afterthought. Lourdes nodded then ran into the ship.

Jackson looked at Tom. "Who're the Skidders? And what's a harness?"

Tom looked around. "Do you have a camp?" Jackson nodded. "Okay, we'll explain there."

Jackson thought for a moment. "All right." He turned to the group. "Abby and Nathan, go find something to eat. Eric, get more water. Taylor, start fishing. Lex and Daley, start cooking. Also, tell Jory and Ian that we have guests." All of them nodded and ran off to their respective duties. "Melissa, guide our visitors around." He leaned closer and whispered. "See if you can find out what's going on."

Melissa nodded. "Come on." She beckoned them.

Jackson turned to Tom. "You and I need to talk." He said seriously.

A/N I don't know if I should continue this or not. So review and tell me what you think!