Authors Notes: Looks like Final Destination will span over a little more than 4-5 parts. Looks like getting off the Island is officially SG-1's prime directive. And goshdarnit, it's fun. Hope ya'll enjoy my first Sg-1/Lost fic.

Crossover: Stargate SG1/Lost

Rating: T for some language and some violence.

Main characters: Samantha Carter, Ana-Lucia Cortez, Jack O'Neill, Jack Sheppard, Teal'c, Daniel, Sayid Jarrah, Mr. Eko


Final Destination
Episode 1: "The 48th Day"

By Osiris-Ra


Jack adjusted his sunglasses and took a glance back as the glimmering ethereal pool of the Stargate splashed back into nothingness.

"Welcome to Fantasy Island."

Carter snapped from her dream in a cold sweat. Her fingers scraped the dirt around her, desperately seeking her pistol. It wasn't there. Her restless eyes, deprived of sleep and filled with fear, scanned the dark forest around her, to no avail. She scooted back into a cluster of bushes. She didn't care that their prickly branches scratched and tore at her raw skin, she just wanted an escape. She needed an escape. She wasn't even sure she was going to survive the night here. In this place. This wretched, ghost ridden place. Each night they haunted her. The ghosts of her fallen comrades. She could still hear Daniel's voice crying desperately out to her, as the thing dragged him away in it's jaws. She had been frozen, too terrified to make a move against the thing that had taken him. She beat herself up over and over in her head about that. Why hadn't she had the guts to do anything? She never froze before, why now? What was it about this place that made her so afraid?

It's not in my hands anymore.

She whispered to herself, cowering in the bushes, hugging her knees like a 3 year old hugs a teddy bear to death.

It's not in my hands anymore. It's not in my hands anymore.

That was just the thing. Nothing seemed to be in anyone's control at all. Least of all hers. Carter wasn't in control anymore. Everything, most of all her life, was out of her hands...


"Carter..." Jack had smiled, seeing the look in her face. It made him laugh. She was a funny woman. Sweet, gentle, almost playful. All in all, a real babe. A sweet gentle babe. He jostled his fingers through her hair. She had backed away, a glimmer of disapproval in her face that only made her all the more hot. Something inside him was rising. He didn't know what. He'd felt it before, but then, so had she. So why wasn't she complying?

"Carter, what's wrong? You don't look so good. You feelin' ok?"

He'd stroked her cheek.

"Colonel." She'd said reproachfully and rose. He watched as she peeked cautiously around the corner of the rock face.

"Colonel, we have to find Daniel."

He reclined and gave an exanimate sigh

"Find Daniel, find Daniel. Samantha, Danny can take care of himself. He's a big boy."

Carter glared. Samantha? Danny? What was wrong with Colonel O'Neill? She approached him, furrowing her brow in the cutest possible way.

"Colonel, aren't you the least bit concerned about Daniel?"

Her tone turned disgusted. "I've never seen you so cold."

His relaxed smile fell.

"Cold? Me? Is that an insult, Major?"

"No Colonel, I just – "

"Of course I care what happens to my fellow teammate! Who the hell do you think I am? Never leave a man behind, isn't that what we say?"

"Yes, Colonel."

"How can you ask me that after what we've gone though with Teal'c? Don't you dare patronize me, MAJOR. I'm in charge here!"

He'd collected his P90 angrily and marched off into the forest. Carter stared at him warily. First Teal'c...then Daniel...she made a promise to herself...whatever was happening to them...she wouldn't be the next in line.


Carter fell to her knees and gratefully scooped up handfuls of spring water to her chapped lips and tongue. How wonderful the fresh stream water felt, moistening her mouth, bringing life back to her sore bones. She splashed the water over her face and smoothed it onto her neck. She would have stripped and jumped in, but that would be a mistake in these unfamiliar, ghostly woods. She could feel her mind wanting to go, just to slip and be done with it, just like it had Teal'c and Daniel and Jack. God, she missed them.

A gun cocked. Carter's hand went for hers like a shot and aimed it at the first person she saw.

A Hispanic woman, about 5'4, 5'6, late 20ies, clad in a worn brown leather vest and jeans, aiming a gun at her, staring her down with cold, hard eyes.

"Put the gun down." The woman said sternly.

Carter wasn't listening. Was it a trick? Was the woman really there? The island was playing tricks on her! No! She couldn't let it get to her. She wouldn't go like the rest had. She would survive and get back to the SGC, tell everyone what happened, and get a rescue team down there. This wasn't real...but what if it was? Which truth should she follow?

"Put the gun down, now!"

Sounds kind of like a cop, Sam thought. Cops always sound kind of scared. Funny, seeing as they're supposed to be the ones people are scared of, or trusting, one of them. Sam blinked hard. She's not a cop. She's not real...it's not in my hands anymore, it's not in my hands anymore, its not in my hands anymore...

Ana Lucia watched as the strange woman blinked rapidly and talked under breath to herself. She seemed to be deciding something, she couldn't tell. And her clothes. Where the heck did she get that military getup? This gal was seriously packing. An infiltrator, no doubt. Come to do away with another of the castaways. Not gonna happen, Ana promised herself. Her grip tightened on her gun.

"Hey! What are you, deaf, put the piece down and get your hands up where I can see them!"

The stranger looked straight at her.

Ana wasn't sure what to make of the look. For an infiltrator, this woman seemed freaking loco!

Should I? Carter met the woman's slightly confused eyes. Lies. Everything. Yes.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Ana wasn't expecting that. The bullets hit like a blow from Tyson, knocking her to the ground.

It was the punk bastard all over again.

"Wait! Don't shoot! I'm a student! I'm just a student! I'll prove it..."

Then he'd gone for his "I.D"...

The pain was duller this time around, but still sharp. A cops nightmare...

The stranger bolted and ran away, into the forest. Ana reeled in pain on the ground. She felt her shoulder. Damn. It was bleeding bad. The throbbing pain shot up and down her shoulder and arm and spread into her back. That crazy bitch! Who the hell was that?


"You hear that?"

Daniel had looked around, gazing into the tree tops as if someone had called him.

"What?"

Jack had said, tapping his compass impatiently. It wasn't working.

"That sound. Sounds like someone talking."

"Don't hear a thing."

Jack said curtly. "Your compass working? Mine's wonky."

"Mine too." Carter said. "It hasn't been working for a few hours now. It must be something about the place we're in." She observed.

"Every planet's gotta have some kind of magnetic something or other Carter, It doesn't make sense."

Jack had been getting increasingly annoyed about little things. Daniel seemed haunted. Carter had tapped him on the shoulder.

"You ok Daniel?"

"Uh, yeah, fine. Just a splitting headache."

He rubbed his temples. "It's been getting worse."

Carter sat on a rock and pulled out a granola bar from her pack.

"What're you doing?" Jack asked.

"Eating. I'm hungry." Sam chomped into the bar.

"No you're not!" Jack snatched it away. "There's no telling how long we may be here. We gotta conserve!" He stuffed the half munched bar in his vest pocket. Sam glared, secretly savoring what she'd bitten off.

"Guys, I can't stand this, you have GOT to be hearing this!"

Daniel was looking agitated. He looked desperately to Sam and Jack.

"Hear what, Daniel?"

"The voices! My god, they're all around us!"

He clapped his hands over his ears and began pacing.

"Make it stop! SHUT UP!" He roared. Carter and Jack rose. They looked at each other then at Daniel. Next was for the weapons Daniel was carrying. They should disarm him first, then figure out what was going on.

"Daniel." Jack said gently. "It's ok, don't worry –"

"THEY'RE RIGHT HERE! My god, They're ON us!"

Daniel was hysterical, practically near tears. He clapped his hands over his ears harder.

Jack nodded to Carter. She nodded back. They converged on him, pulling his vest off and tossing his guns to the side. He yelled, fussed and struggled, but soon they'd done what they needed to do. Daniel was writhing now, screaming and going crazy. Sam noticed blood dripping from his ears and nose.

"Oh my god. Colonel, look."

"I see it. Help me get him on his back."

"Why?"

"Just do it, Carter."

They rolled him over. Jack pulled his hands behind his back and snapped the plastic cuffs on him. They then pulled him over and rested him against a tree. Tears streamed from Daniels face. His mouth moved, relentlessly whimpering something. Suddenly his eyes jolted open, looking straight ahead. He said, in a strange, soft voice:

"Look...look!"

Sam and Jack looked, but saw nothing. Jack humored his friend.

"What do you see, Daniel?"

Daniel whispered breathlessly.

"A boy...a young boy..."

Jack frowned. Looked to Sam. She shrugged.

Jack rose and walked away, his head hanging slightly. Carter left Daniel to stare at whatever he was staring at. Went over to Jack. He motioned her to go away. She'd put a hand on his shoulder and looked at his face. Tears streamed down it. Finally, racking with sobs, he sat on a rock and buried his face in his arms.

"What's happening Sam?" He asked between sobs. "What's happening to us?"

Sam looked around. Looked at Daniel. Words failed her.

They didn't fail Daniel.

"Don't push the button...the button's bad...don't push the button..."


Ana Lucia winced.

"Hold still."

Jack poured the disinfectant on the wound. Earlier, Sayid had assisted in pulling out two bullets from her shoulder. Jack dressed the wound. Ana was sore, in pain and acting it.

"Dammit, you have to tape that thing so tight?"

Jack grinned. "You're a bad patient, know that?"

Ana exhaled. "You should have seen her face. She looked like shit. Totally out of it."

"Who do you think she was?" Jack asked, finishing up with her shoulder.

"Beats me. Maybe she was one of the people who took my group. I can't believe I let her shoot first."

Ana sat up and punched the ground with her good arm. Jack patted her on the back.

"Cool it. It's not your fault."

"She shouldn't be out here."

Ana rose. "I should have killed her. Right there. I just thought..."

What? The stranger certainly wasn't a student. That's twice Ana'd underestimated someone. What was it with her?

She looked down for a moment. Jack rose.

"Don't beat yourself up Ana. We'll get her sooner or later. In the meantime, we just have to be careful. You're not staying out here tonight; you're coming to the hatch with us."

"Why?"

"Because you're wounded and if she comes around again, you might not be so lucky."

"I've been in worse situations. That bitch won't see me coming."

Jack thought Ana Lucia looked somewhat shark-like when she was angry.

"I beg to differ, my friend." Jack motioned her to follow.

Ana stared coolly.

"Alright, fine, I'll be there."

"Good." Jack headed off. Ana Lucia cracked her neck muscles. No way that crazy woman was going to get her tonight. ANY of them.


Hands trembling, Carter tried again.

"This is Major Carter...if there's anyone out there, please respond...over..."

She waited. Maybe, just maybe, they'd sent a team, though the gate. If SG1 couldn't go back through it, maybe still, someone could come to her, and at least get her to relative safety, some ammo, company. But then they'd be stuck. Knew it would be to no avail. It was all she had left. Hope. A gun and hope.

She tried again.

"Anyone...this is Major Samantha Carter of the SGC...sending out a major S.O.S. Please...anyone..."

"We read you Major, what's your position, over?"

Carter couldn't believe it. A team had come. Her instinct told her not to believe, but she was tired. A few more hours and she might not be able to bring herself to go on. She accepted the voice for what it sounded like.

"Oh thank god...who is this?"

"Major Lee Carlisle, SG2. Your team's been way overdue, Hammond decided to send a team to extract you anyway."

Sam grinned. That sweet, sweet man.

"What's your position Major?"

She scrambled to her feet and looked around.

"Um – oh god, uh – I'm...I'm somewhere..."

She frantically scanned her surroundings for something memorable.

"I'm, uh, near a waterfall, a big waterfall. There's a boat wreck..."

She stopped short. There was? Yes. A there was a large antique looking boat just feet from her. Weeds and vines encompassed it. It looked years old. Something Daniel might find an interest in...but it was a boat of late Earth century design, and this was another planet...they'd seen planets with tech that resembled stuff on Earth. Maybe they'd gated to a planet that lived in some kind of pirate age.

"What's that Major? A boat?" The voice crackled again.

"Yeah, a big, old, rusted boat..."

That won't do. Sam looked to the sky, shading her eyes. Where was the sun?

"I'm about north-northwest. Go in the direction of the sun, I'll do the same."

"Copy that Major, be careful."

"Carter out."

Carter checked her P90 and set off. Finally, rescue. Her spirits were uplifted just thinking about it. The pain remained for Daniel, Teal'c and Jack, but she had to get home.

Still, there was something about that boat...


Teal'c collapsed to his knees. Jack had run over, caught his friend.

"Teal'c! What's wrong?"

Teal'c veins bulged from his neck and head. His eyes watered and his looked in excruciating pain.

"Talk to me, buddy."

"My symbiote...something is wrong..." He grunted and became recumbent with pain. Jack had opened Teal'c's uniform. The symbiote had reared it's ugly head, screeching in pain. After awhile, it withdrew back into it's pouch. Teal'c went unconscious.

Jack looked to Daniel for an answer. Daniel didn't know. Sam, Jack and Daniel helped recline Teal'c against a tree. They stayed there for quite awhile, trying to keep him comfortable as he lapsed in and out of consciousness. He would say things in his language, sometimes laugh, sometimes sing, sometimes scream out the name of his wife and his son.

"Ry'ac! Ry'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaac!"

Then he'd go silent. No one knew what to do. It had all happened so suddenly. Then Jack decided they had to go back. When Teal'c came to again, he informed him of the plan. Teal'c had said with pain that he would attempt it. A makeshift stretcher was formed from the large vines and sticks of wood around the forest. Teal'c was lugged by his teammates, back to the Stargate. Daniel dialed. The gate didn't activate.

Stares became panicked.

"Why isn't it working?"

"Try it again, Daniel."

"I don't understand..."

"Dial again, dammit, Teal'c's dying here!"

"I know that, Jack, It won't work!"

With no power sources to use to make the gate go, they were stuck. The team camped around the gate for the day, tending to Teal'c. At some time later that night, he informed Jack weakly that his symbiote was dying, and that he too was going. Neither understood why, but that was no matter to Teal'c.

"It has been my honor...to fight by your side O'Neill...I am confident..."

"Teal'c, stop, don't talk like that, you're gonna make it."

"Please, O'Neill...I am...confident...that the Tauri...will someday...see the Jaffa...to freedom..."

"And you're gonna be right there to see it all, Teal'c."

Jack said with a weak smile. "You and me, we're gonna have front row seats. And when we're done, I'll take you fishing."

Teal'c had smiled weakly, his eyes closing.

"We'll fish and fish and catch nothing and fish some more. Right? Ok? You hear me, buddy? Teal'c? Teal'c?"


"Respectfully Major, you look like hell."

Carter chuckled weakly and chugged some more water.

"I'm just glad to have someone notice. So, what happened to Major Ferretti, I thought he was in charge of SG2?"

"Ferretti's out sick, I'm his sub."

"Oh."

"How long have you been out here anyway?"

"Oh god." Sam checked her watch. Didn't care what it read. "Seems like forever. I stopped counting days ago."

"It's been 45 days since we got contact from you at the SGC. Took three days before they got permission to send us out. Hammond went through a lotta stuff to get this mission accepted."

"I bet he did." Sam said thoughtfully. "How is Hammond?"

"Worried."

Sam shifted the canteen in her hands.

"Major...there's something I have to tell you."

"We'll have to get back soon. We've only been allowed 48 hours to find you all and get you back."

"There is no all."

Carlisle frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Teal'c...Colonel O'Neill...and Daniel ...they're all dead."

The Major's face fell.

"What?"

"It started with Teal'c. He got horribly sick. We tried to go back, dial the gate...it didn't work."

Now the Major was scared.

"Couldn't go back? What - ...you mean we're stuck here?"

Sam gave Carlisle a look that cause his face to go pale.

"I don't want to scare you Major. But I am going to be blunt. Things are happening here. Wherever here is. We've got to be careful. We've got to stick together, and most of all, we can trust no one but ourselves, you understand Major? Anything we see, anything we experience or interact with, we cannot believe it is as it seems. I've seen so many things these past days. I nearly didn't want to believe you guys were here, that's how far gone I almost went. This is life and death, no middle ground. Stay sharp Major. Stay focused on the goal."

"But...Major, if we can't get back –"

"I didn't say we couldn't get back at all. Assuming actual people live here, we should try to search out a power source for the Gate. We can hook it up like a power generator and hopefully, get enough energy going to let us dial the gate and get back home."

"So we have a plan then." Carlisle said hopefully.

Carter took another drink from the canteen. "I hope so. Just remember, don't trust anyone but me. And I won't trust anyone but you."

The Major swallowed hard, still taking in the reality of his situation.

"Wouldn't have it any other way, Major."


To Be Continued...