I had this idea a long time ago, and I finally got around to writing it. It is slightly AU, for example Liberty hasn't had her baby yet and Shannon and Ana-Lucia aren't dead, and Snake still has cancer. It sort of goes along with some of the things that happened in both shows, but not entirely.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Lost or Degrassi. If I did would I be writing this really crappy fanfic?

Chapter 1: Deja-vu

Jack walked out of the jungle and onto the beach, staring in utter shock at the scene that lay before him. At least this time, he wasn't hurt himself. Chaos enveloped the area. Fire and wreckage littered the beach A girl with long blonde hair was screaming at the top of her lungs. People staggered about across the sand, screaming and crying. One of engines still spun, generating a deafening roar. The other was nowhere to be found. The wing looked unstable, wobbling and creaking where it was still attached to the plan, threatening to fall on those below at any moment. A pregnant girl, who looked to be no older than 16, screamed, doubled over in pain. Jack sprinted through the wreckage towards her.

"Help me!" she screamed, her brown eyes wide in shock and fear. "I'm not ready for this! The baby's coming! I can't do it!"

"How far apart are the contractions?" Jack asked, kneeling next to her.

"I don't know!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. "I don't know! I don't know!"

"Just stay calm," Jack said, although he wondered how his words would calm the girl when he himself showed fear and uncertainity. He placed his hands gently on her head and made her look up into his eyes. "You need to stay calm. The contractions might stop if you just stay calm."

"I can't do this! Not now! Not yet! I should have never kept this baby!" She was hysterical now.

A teenage boy with curly brown hair matted down with blood ran up to them, kneeling down next to the girl. When she saw him, she collapsed into his arms, sobbing. Trying to be heard over the noise around them, he screamed out, "Liberty, are you all right? Are you hurt? Is the baby hurt? Is it coming?"

"Do you know her?" Jack asked. "Are you the father?"

"Yes," the boy said, nodding his head vigorously.

"What's your name?"

"JT."

"Okay, JT. Stay with her," he told him. "If the contractions occur within three minute apart, come get me." Jack then stood up and hurried off see if anybody else needed his help.

A short distance away, a boy lay on the ground surrounded by blood. His leg was bent at an odd angle. "My leg!" he shrieked, his face contorted in pain and his body writhing and twisting. Jack ran over to him.

"I need you to hold still," Jack told him firmly.

"I can't! The pain!" he groaned, gasping for air. He then bent over and threw up, spattering himself and the hot sand around him.

"Hold still. I'm a doctor. I have to set your leg. This will hurt, a lot." Jack grabbed the boy's leg. "On the count of three. You ready?"

"No! Stop! I can't! It hurts!"

"One….Two…." on the count of two, Jack snapped the leg back into place. The boy shot up, shrieking in pain, and then collapsed back down onto the sand. "Don't move your leg, I'll be right back. I have to find something to use as a splint." Jack hurried away, and came back minutes later carrying a piece of metal from the plane. He shook out of his own shirt and then tore the fabric into strips, which he used to tie the metal to the boy's leg. "Don't try to stand up," Jack told the boy, even though it was obvious that standing was currently impossible for the boy. "Just stay here."

Jack stood up and looked around. He had a strong sense of deja vu as he watched the chaos, the people staggering around, screaming out for friends and loved ones, shocked at what had happened. This wasn't just something similar happening. This was exactly the same. Everything. Jack realized that even the words he had spoken were echoes of a couple months ago. 'How is this possible?' he thought to himself. 'What is wrong with this island?' He stumbled through the fiery wreckage to the water. Sinking to his knees in the hot sand, Jack stared out at the ocean. The last rays of sunlight were shimmering across the water. For a second, he thought he saw something out there, like a boat, but he figured it was just a mirage.

"What are you doing?" a bald man yelled, hurrying up to him. "There are still people hurt back there!"

"I can't do this," Jack almost cried. "Not again."

"Again?" the man questioned. "When has this happened to you before?"

"When Oceanic Flight 815 crashed on this godforsaken island."

"You mean you weren't on this plane?"

"That is exactly what I mean. I was on a different plane."

The man sat down in the sand next to Jack. He ran his hand over his head, which was caked with dried blood. "That can't be a coincidence, two planes crashing on the same island?"

"Trust me, there's no such thing as coincidence on this island," he paused for a moment. "And these two aren't the only crashes either."

"How is that possible?"

"I've been wondering about that myself."

There was a long silence for several minutes, broken only by the waves crashing on the shore and the noise behind them, which was slowly dying down. After about 10 minutes, the man said, "My name is Archie by the way."

Jack laughed, something that he hadn't done in a long time. "Archie? What kind of a name is that?"

"Nobody calls me Archie though. I go by Snake."

"Snake? That's not much better. But anyway, nice to meet you Snake," Jack reached out his hand and shook Snake's. "I'm Jack."

"So you're a doctor then?"

"Yeah, it runs in the family; my dad was a doctor. So what do you do?"

"I'm a high school teacher."

Jack looked at him and almost started laughing. He knew he was being insensitive, but it was kind of funny, in a sad and pathetic sort of way. "I'll have to hide the dynamite. That is if you don't want to get yourself blown up."

"Blown up?" Snake looked at him with a confused expression on his face.

"It's a long story," Jack paused, looking out at the ocean, which was sparkling with the last rays of sun. "What do you teach?" he asked.

"Media Immersion."

"At least it's not science," he said. Then he realized something. "There are a lot of teenagers here. Are they your students?"

"Shit!" Archie exclaimed, slamming a hand to his forehead. "I should've made sure everyone was ok! I saw a couple of them, but…" his voice trailed away and he shot to his feet.

"I'll help you. I'm kind of a leader back at my own camp."

"Thanks."

"So where were you headed?" Jack asked, changing they hurried back to the crash site.

"We were going to Sydney, on a school trip. I don't even remember what happened up there in the air. It was all just so fast." His eyes scanned the people for faces he recognized. He noticed an Italian boy sitting in the sand, his arms wrapped around his legs and his head resting on his knees. "Marco!" Snake called. The boy looked up with a dazed look on his face, slowly got to his feet, and made his way over. "You all right?"

"Yeah," the boy said simply and started walking ahead of them.

"He must be in shock," Snake said. "I thought he'd be frantic, rushing around, making sure everybody is okay."

"You can never know how something like this will affect people."

They had rounded up some more students, Liberty and J.T., the boy with the broken leg (whose name Jack found out was Jimmy), and several others, when Snake suddenly collapsed, first to his knees, and then face first onto the sand.

Review and tell me what you think of it!