When Worlds Collide By: JacksNurse

Rated: PG-13 For mild cuss words a few times. Mild Romance.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or and of its characters. They belong to the creator, Touchstone and ABC. The Character of Capt. Abigail Fisher is my own creation.

Spoiler: Through the first few episodes.

Summary: Abigail is one of the survivors of flight 815. She holds a grudge against Sayid, but Why?

Flashbacks are in italics.

Chapter 1

Abigail theorized that she and the others had been on that blasted island for about two weeks. She persisted to have nightmares of waking up on the beach, bruised and bloody. She decided that the nightmares would stop. After all she was an officer and nurse in the US Air Force. Then there were the others. The other people that were on the plane who survived. Those people had prevailed, why had her traveling companions perished? She ached to know. They were seated right next to her. Why was she still alive and they were not? She sat on he sand and buried her face in her hands and started to cry.

She saw a tall, handsome man stand over her. He looked like the man that she heard people call 'doctor'. She also saw him take care of some injured people near the wreckage.

"Why are you all alone crying?" Jack asked, approaching Abigail. He hated to see anybody cry. It was one of his weaknesses.

"Because I'm just crazy." She said without thinking about her tone. "And I'm hot."

"No, you're not crazy, maybe a little hot and scared but definitely not crazy. What's your name?"

"Abigail. My friends call me Abby."

"Well, Abby, I'm Jack. I think that maybe you are hot because of your outfit. It's keeping in too much body heat." Jack offered his advice.

"Yes, I've heard people mentioning that there was a doctor on the island named Jack."

"I guess you're right. I will try to find some better clothes for the heat or something." Abby smiled. She could become used to having this handsome doctor nearby.

She got up and decided look in her duffel bag for other clothing. She couldn't remember if she had any civilian clothes with her or not. She didn't need them in Australia and certainly didn't need them in Iraq. She walked among the wreckage to where she had made a somewhat comfortable spot for herself. She unlocked the small pad lock with a small key that hung around her neck with her dog tags. She searched through her bag and couldn't find anything.

"Well, I guess that I will have to do something with what I have." Abby said to herself. "Nothing here but Air force uniforms."

She removed a small sewing kit. Abigail knew that the doctor was talking about her long, dark blue Air Force uniform pants. Walking to a more secluded spot she began to cut off her long, blue polyester pants. When she was finished with them she donned a perfect pair of hot weather friendly shorts.

"That's better." She said to herself with pride for thinking of the idea. "Now to do something with this blouse."

Abigail unbuttoned the top and bottom button and tied the bottom of her short sleeve blouse in a knot coming to just above her navel. She kept the rank and nursing insignia on her blouse collar. She unfastened her long, blonde hair from the military style that she had worn for nearly two weeks. It was time to start to loosen up and to think about what had happened and how she was going to survive until they were rescued.

The next morning, on her way to the shoreline Abigail walked passed other survivors who were going about their own business. Some were attempting to find their belongings in the wreckage to salvage small pieces of their lives. She could understand and relate to that.

Abigail passed a group of people, standing by a roaring fire, even now it was daylight. A morning breeze had left a chill in the morning air. They were comparing ideas about how to cope with being stranded on the island. "Anyone wish they had pad more attention to Gilligan's Island' when they had a chance?" She heard someone ask.

Abigail thought of her own answer. "Yeah, I wish we had the professor to invent all of the things that we need. Hey, maybe this is the same island where they got lost?"

"They could have kept the huts for us." Someone else added. They all shook their heads in agreement and smiled.

"I remember that they tied all of the huts together and made a huge raft and got off the island that way, but that wouldn't work for us. That was only a TV show." Charlie said.

"Sure wish that the cable that Sayid had found was a telephone cable like the one that washed up on the beach in Gilligan's Island. Sayid is as close to the professor that we have on this island." Hurley teased.

"Well, the closest thing that we might have to a telephone cable is this transceiver, if I can find something sticky enough to hold these two pieces of wire together." Sayid brought them back to reality. "Tell Jack that I went into the jungle to look for something. I'll be back before night fall."

Sayid left and walked toward the jungle. Abigail could not take her eyes off of him.

Abigail felt that she couldn't trust this man, this dark skinned stranger with an accent. It was after all, a Middle East accent. An accent that she had hoped that she would never have to hear again.

"Does anyone know where that man is from? Do he know anything at all about him? She asked the crowd.

I know he's from the Middle East, Iraq to be exact." Hurley answered. "He even admitted that he was once a member of the Republican Guard."

"That's enough to question him about the plane crashing. Sawyer added.

For once, Abigail agreed with Sawyer, but the others felt that there wasn't enough evidence to question Sayid on the subject.

"He is trying to fix the transceiver for us." Claire added. "Isn't that enough?"

"Yes, he is, but why? Is it to be rescued like he says or is it to contact his own people? There is a war going on." Abigail added.