Aliens, Friends and Agents (that are Lost) Oh My!
By: Rommie and Beka
Disclaimer: We…don't own this stuff. Really, we don't.
Summary: Fate works in mysterious ways. Or else it's just trying to screw with them because this really isn't funny. Lost, NCIS, Farscape, Andromeda, Friends.
Rommie: Yeah, you might want to know at least three of the shows that we have here so you have a small chance at understanding…they are Lost, NCIS, Farscape, Andromeda, and Friends. And if you're head explodes because you read this, we won't be held medically or financially responsible.
Chapter 1
Scandal
Sawyer was running through the thick tropical trees on the island he had been stranded on for about 5 weeks now, dodging stray logs and bushes in his path. His heart was racing, and not entirely because he was running. He was terrified of…what? What had it been that he'd been running from? He couldn't remember. He halted to a quick stop, spraying the fine, dark forest floor in every direction. He bent over and put his hands on his shins and tried to catch his breath, then stood up straight and ran a dirt-stained hand through his equally dirty hair, noticing a small cut on his head. He grimaced and looked at the blood on his fingertips. He decided that it would probably be a smart idea to get back to the beach at that point. But had he been running away from the beach or towards it? He groaned and squinted in either direction, but they both looked like the same path of trees, bushes, logs, rocks, and more trees. And he wasn't about to call for help; he wouldn't give the good doctor the satisfaction of saving him. He found a tree stump to sit on and pulled the miniature flashlight out of his pocket. The only way to get back was to see where the sun set; that was where his camp was. But it was only the afternoon, and he didn't want to twiddle his thumbs and wait for the god damned sun to go down. He tossed the flashlight aside and let out the large breath of air that had stored up in his lungs. It was quiet for a few minutes, and then a spine-tingling growl seemed to rattle the trees around him. Sawyer suddenly remembered what he was running from. He took in a deep breath and tightly closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he was looking up at the dark green tarp that was the roof of his shelter from on his back. He frowned at it. It took him a moment to process where he was and that what he had just been through was completely his unconsciousness. He could feel his heart throbbing roughly against his ribcage; it thought it had been real too. He began to sit up when a sort of squeak startled him and caused him to fall back to his pillow.
"What the hell?" his voice cracked in his throat. He turned his torso to check what the hell it was. There was another squeak, but now it sounded more like some sort of kitten/cat type. Sawyer felt a small furry thing by his bare stomach and looked down to see…well…what the hell it was. "Whoa…" he lay back quickly at the sight of the little brown and black tabby kitten laying there, looking up at him with big apprehensive eyes. It protested again at the sudden movement. "Umm…" He stared back at the kitten for a moment or two, not really thinking anything aside from, 'what the hell!' and then decided to stand up abruptly and walk out of his shelter, causing the kitten to whine pathetically.
Sawyer walked right into Jack, who was standing two feet from his shelter.
"Good morning…" Jack eyed him suspiciously.
"Err…mornin'…" he half glared at the spinal surgeon.
Jack raised his eyebrows.
"Do you have a particular reason for standing right next to my sleeping arrangements, Doc?" Sawyer demanded gruffly.
Jack blinked at him. "Do you need help with something?"
"What the hell makes you think that even if I needed help with anythin', I'd want it from you?"
"You called me. Several times." He pointed to where he'd been sleeping that night. "You woke Charlie up who woke me up."
Sawyer nodded slowly, "Right. Sounds like Charlie's been doin' a bit of Colombia's finest!" He started shaking with laughter.
"You did, I heard you."
"Ok, Doc." He turned and pulled his black button up shirt out from under the kitten, who squealed.
"What was that?" Jack asked peering over Sawyer's shoulder.
"A figment!" he stomped off down the beach, leaving Jack shaking his head at his back. The sun was almost over the horizon, creating a long line of bright yellow diamonds dancing on the water in front of it. Sawyer didn't know where he was going, but as long as it was far away from Dr. Jack, it was a good and happy place.
He could see Hurley coming down the surf with his large headphones on. When they crossed paths, he stopped and pulled them down to his neck. "Sawyer?" he asked, as Sawyer kept on walking.
"What?" he said over shoulder.
"Did I hear you calling Jack this morning?"