Summary: What if someone else was on the flight from Australia.
Beta Readers: Luke Mason and Heather Rix
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate or Lost. I am making no money off them so don't sue.


Chapter One: Lost

Jack looked around at the smoldering remains of the plane he'd been on. He'd been in Australia talking to their Prime Minister about the Stargate project. The Pentagon had decided that the Aussie's would be a helpful ally to have and he had been tasked with informing them.

The only flight out of the country he'd been able to get was a civilian flight which had found him stranded on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere. He'd had a week full of meetings with the Australian government in which he'd finally convinced them the Stargate was best left in the SGC's hands, though they had offered to contribute a large sum of money if they could have several teams working out of Cheyenne Mountain.

He'd agreed to the terms they had set out because truth be told they could use the money to keep Kinsey and the rest of his mob off their backs for awhile.

Jack looked around at the panicked people who were running around the beach looking for their loved ones and trying to help those who were sick or injured. The Doctor, another Jack he believed, was running about everywhere looking for medicine and helping those survivors who were in the most need. He hadn't had time to change before boarding the plane and didn't want to wander around the island in his dress blues, so he quickly found his belongings.

Jack threw his belongings off to the side so he could change once the excitement died down.

Jack threw aside his dress jacket and went over to the pregnant woman, taking her off the hands of a large man with curly hair. Jack moved her out of the way of the danger before moving back across to where the Doc was to see what he could do to help.

He'd never before seen a crash of this magnitude that had any survivors; he'd been shot down over enemy lines and survived. This crash Jack knew was different, though he knew without a doubt that they should all be dead, there was no way possible they should have survived. Yet they had and Jack had no idea how they'd done it.

Jack helped move everyone clear of the wreckage before it blew up. He sat by himself on the edge of the forest observing everyone. Over the course of the day he'd learnt the names of nearly everyone there. He knew each and every one of them had a story like he had.

He knew Jack was a Doctor before he'd been stranded here but didn't know much more than that.

Charlie, he knew, was a drug addict- there were small signs that most people wouldn't have noticed, but Jack did. He'd been there himself, he'd been addicted to drugs and though his addiction was not voluntary it had been no less real to him. It had happened whilst he was in Iraq, the bastards that had kept him and tortured him used it as a device for information, every time they got the answers they wanted he'd be given more crack. In the end he'd gone through months of rehab to get clean though he knew from experience it was damned hard to do.

This kid would have to go cold turkey. Jack resolved to keep an eye on the kid and have a word with him when he got low on the drugs.

Claire, the pregnant lady, was going to have a rough shot of it when her baby was born. This island was no place to raise a child; it was too wild and dangerous.

Shannon and her brother, he didn't know much about, just that they were young and didn't seem too interested in what was going on around them.

Then there was the mysterious Kate. Jack knew there was something off about her. All of his instincts were screaming at him though he had no idea what is was about her that had set him on edge.

Sawyer was the same; he also set his instincts on fire. Jack knew he'd have to keep an eye on him and keep his belongings well hidden. He'd seen how Sawyer had hoarded away all the possessions he could find. Thankfully he'd yet to find anything of Jacks. He'd been carrying sensitive documents with him and when he found the lock case he'd brought them in he knew he'd have to destroy all the restricted material it contained. He realized that if someone like Sawyer ever found out about the Stargate project he may be forced to do something he'd later regret.

Locke was another strange one, he had a military air about him, and Jack thought maybe he'd served at one time in his life. Though Locke was a seasoned fighter and hunter Jack could tell that about him almost immediately. Jack knew if he gave him a weapon Locke would know how to use it.

Moving on Jack looked at a few scattered others whom he didn't know the names of. There was the lonely looking black woman whose faith in god and her husband's survival never failed. He didn't know how her faith never wavered but he knew that some people were like that. He remembered how Sara had been after Charlie's death, her faith in God never once wavering, never wondering why he'd taken their son from them. Jack on the other hand had turned his back on his faith reasoning that if a God existed he would never have stolen his son from him.

There were others too, an Asian couple who he was yet to learn the names of, though they mostly kept to themselves dealing in their own way with the tragedy that had befallen them.

Michael and his son Walt were sitting off to the side talking quietly. He'd heard Michael tell his son he'd find his dog. Jack liked the kid, he was taking the circumstance pretty well when he knew most kids would be crying for their mothers. Jack would help look for the dog in the morning. After all every kid had to have a dog even- no especially- in these grim circumstances.

Looking to the other side of the beach Jack looked at the only man he'd seen before this hell of a plane ride had started. Sayid.

He knew the man and he wished to god that he didn't. Jack was the only one on this island who knew what Sayid's previous occupation had been; he was sure of it. Jack knew he would never forget the face of the man who'd taken such pleasure in his torture.

Jack looked around his barren cell. He'd been the prisoner of Saddam for a month now and he'd still told them nothing. His captors didn't know but he'd learnt how to speak Arabic before he'd gone on his last mission. He would never have had to use his knowledge if Cromwell hadn't have left him behind.

He'd overheard the top thug talking and discovered they were bringing in a new 'interrogator', one that had yet to fail in making a prisoner talk. He'd also overheard the name of the new interrogator, Sayid.

Jack knew it wouldn't be long before they came to visit him. They always did. To make sure he wasn't getting any rest.

Instead of the expected goon Jack was greeted by an unknown face. He assumed it was the much talked about Sayid. Jack was already beginning to dislike him.

"You will tell me what I wish to know American or your world will be filled with nothing but pain" Sayid said as two of the usual thugs dragged Jack into the familiar interrogation chamber and chained him by his wrists to the damp wall.

"Go to hell" Jack spat earning him a punch across his face from Sayid. It was then that Jack noticed they were alone in the room.

"You will talk one way or another" Sayid said, pulling out a needle filled with an unknown liquid and injecting it into Jack's arm.

He could never forget that man's face. He'd been absent when Jack had managed to escape that hell hole, so he'd never had the pleasure of killing the man. Jack was determined to confront him. He'd make sure he was alone though; there was no need to do it where anyone could try to stop him. He didn't want anyone to prevent him from killing the malignant bastard.

So he'd wait until he could get him alone before he'd strike. Everyone would believe he was another casualty to a tragic accident, they'd never know. That was if they were even rescued at all.

Moving his thoughts away from events of his past Jack surveyed the destruction on the beach.

As one everyone stood and started backing away from the forest edge. They looked into the depth of the trees trying to find the cause of the roaring noise, it sounded like a monster. Jack had never in his life heard anything like it and that included all the alien worlds he'd visited.

Jack somehow knew if they ever found out what made that noise, the chances were they weren't going to like it.

As the noise died away to nothing everyone resumed what they were doing. Jack eyed Sayid catching his eye. Jack knew the moment when recognition set in, as all the colour drained from Sayid's face. Making his hand into the shape of a gun, like children often do, he pointed it at Sayid making as if to fire the imaginary weapon. Sayid got the picture. His life was marked.

What Jack hadn't counted on was that another person had seen the motion. The Doc was looking between the two vowing to keep an eye on them.

Turning around Jack walked off a few meters down the beach where he would sleep for the night. Lying down on the sand Jack made his Jacket into a pillow, trying to will himself to sleep, hoping he'd wake in the morning to discover that it had been nothing more than a dream.

Closing his eyes Jack drifted off into a semi-sleep whilst still keeping an eye on his surroundings, as he'd been taught in special ops. Tomorrow they'd have to organize food and water rationings. Tomorrow, he'd deal with everything else this crazy island threw at them. Tomorrow.

Finis


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