Author: Jadeblueafterglow17

Disclaimers: Characters belong to Stephen Spielberg and TNT, Dreamworks Etc. Noah Wyle belongs in my fantasies! : )

Summary: Would be longer than the story...just a little blurb about the season premiere.

Title: A Fall From The Sky

He opened his brown eyes to complete darkness and a feeling of cold permeated his entire being. Unable to move he lay there, his teeth chattering, his body dulled with an ache that went all the way to his bones. He blinked to clear his vision as the stars and other twinkling objects came into view in the night sky above.

A deep shuddering breath escaped his lungs as he moved to sit up. The ensuing nausea and dizziness it caused nearly made him blackout. As spots danced in front of his eyes, flashes of light played in his mind. He could hear and see himself screaming and felt devices of torture strapped to his chest and his head. He placed two shaking hands on his temples to stop the panic overtaking him and to try and clear the images from his mind. He closed and opened his eyes agains to rid himself of the images. As he looked around he noticed he was in a field; sitting among tall grasses.

He gathered all the strength he could muster and shakily rose to his knees, and then to his feet as he stumbled out of the grassy field and began walking towards the city streets. It took a great amount of effort to place one foot in front of the other, but he began his journey to nowhere, his body on autopilot, as he headed in a direction which seemed like the path he should follow.

Soon the still and quiet of the night was replaced by a loud sound moving towards him. The sound of an approaching engine startled him as he stumbled and nearly fell to his knees trying to get out of the street. Suddenly the engine died down as the vehicle stopped. The lights from the vehicle were intense and bore into his skull. It gave him an intense headache as he tried desperately to shield his eyes and back away.

He heard footsteps as the vehicle owner, the rider of the motorcycle, jumped off his bike and started walking towards him.

He stumbled backwards, still feeling a bit lightheaded and dizzy. He wasn't sure where he was, if the person approaching him was human or skitter...he wasn't sure of anything anymore. He felt his pulse quicken as the person's footfalls grew closer, and he stumbled backwards and fell to the ground.

"Dad?" the person said.

He tried to look up. The figure, sensing his discomfort, stood in front of the blinding light and he could finally look up into the face of the male in front of him.

Hal looked down at his father. His face was drawn and thin, he looked as though he was sick. Hal squatted down and looked into his father's glassy confused eyes and had to bite his own lips to keep his tears of joy at bay.

"Dad...are you okay? Can you hear me?"

Tom Mason looked up at his son and reached his hand up to touch his face, his hand trembling. Hal grabbed and covered his hand with his own.

"Hal?"

"Yeah Dad...it's me...you're home. "

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