You wouldn't believe that this was real – because you were supposed to be up there in that blue sky.
You should be in a plane on your way to Australia. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you can still picture yourself soaring above the clouds instead of where you are at the moment, instead of what you are doing right now, which is floating around on a scrap of debris in the Pacific Ocean.
Your senses told you something was wrong and a split second later, so did your mind. No more time for panic. You are alive and that's what matters.
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John Doggett opened his eyes. He slowly turned his head and his eyes widened. All around him bodies were floating in between the debris. Some were obviously dead whereas others showed faint signs of life.
His thoughts immediately went out to his partners – Agent Scully, Agent Reyes, Mulder, A.D. Skinner.
Where are they? Are they alive? Where am I?
His head felt like a chunk of lead. It was like solving a puzzle whilst being blindfolded. The pieces wouldn't fit, the slideshow inside his brain stalled and all of the pictures were in the wrong order. His memory needed some time to recover. He needed time to recover.
The flight would take them from LAX to Sydney. The FBI's X-Files department normally did not operate outside the US. But this case promised to be very special. It involved – as usual – a UFO. Except that this UFO had abducted several US citizens before it headed for Australia.
At first Doggett had objected to being sent over to investigate this highly unusual case. He still wasn't quite convinced of this UFO stuff. Scully had given him another lecture and Mulder, though he was no longer an official FBI agent, had been incredibly eager to help his ex-partner persuade Doggett.
Eventually he caved. Doggett knew that whatever awaited them it would either be another case of lunatics trying to get some attention (which equals being tricked by some nutcase who probably couldn't think of a better way to spend his time) or - and this was the one option he'd rather not analyze any further – they'd run into a pack of those mean green men for real.
Sure, Mulder's abduction had left a lasting impression but it wasn't enough to get him into this 'Do you want to believe?' thing. He knew where to draw a line.
However, even a critical soul like John Jay Doggett would sooner or later have to admit that he was wrong and that his colleagues had been right all along.
Relax John. This is a dream. A bad dream. A hell of a nightmare. You never liked flights that take you half around the globe so blame it on the distance and the jetlag and what have you.
But his eyes weren't lying. That blurry shape in front of him was an island. The water around him was there. Doggett realized that he had to take the chance. If this island turned out to be a mirage after all, then he would have to live with that. He groaned as he let go of the chunk of what used to be a part of the plane's wing and slid into the water. Even though he had been drifting around for quite a while now, the water felt surprisingly different now that his entire body was surrounded by it.
Slowly he made for the beach. The sand was glistening in the sun's powerful rays. The closer he got to the island, the more he wished he hadn't abandoned the piece of debris that had saved his life. He would not be able to keep on swimming like this forever. Besides, he didn't have a clue where they were so how would he know which direction to take?
He began to grow weaker. Each stroke sent sharp pangs of pain throughout his entire body. It was like being stung by a million bees. Just when he thought he couldn't go on, his hand got hold of something solid. Something that resembled sand. His eyes opened again and this time he didn't need to blink twice before he was willing to believe what he saw.
He had made it. The island. He had made it this far. He smiled and coughed as he dragged himself further along the coastline. Eventually he reached the part of the beach that was not affected by the tide.
Doggett lay on his back, taking deep breaths. He finally turned his head to the sound that was surprisingly nearby. He sprang to his feet as he saw two figures approaching the island. At first sight they appreared to be swimming very slowly but then he realized that they were being pushed ashore by the waves. One of them was a man. He couldn't make out who it was. But the second body was clearly that of a woman. A red-haired woman.
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A/N: Okay so this is supposed to be a Lost cross-over. But technically speaking it will be an X-Files fic. I won't include any characters from J.J. Abrams briljant TV series.
Just think of this as an answer to the question 'what if John, Mon, Scully, Mulder and Skinner would end up on an abandoned island in the middle of the Pacific after a plane crash?'
Yeah this also happens to be my first fic at FanFic Net. Plus you have to know that English isn't my mother tongue – I am actually a native speaker of Dutch. So please be kind…