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The Passenger (SPN/Lost crossover) PG

Title: The Passenger
Chapter: 1
Fandom: Supernatural/Lost
Genre: Gen
Summary: A vision brings Sam and Dean to Sawyer's door
Spoilers: SPN: Set after "Nightmare," but spoilers for all of S1; Lost: "Outlaws"
Note: For arabella_hope for all her tremendous work organizing this year's lostsquee luau! This doesn't fit your prompt today, oh queen, but I did start this early! More to come. ;) Input welcome! Thanks to ficangel and inthekeyofd for betaing!



The house is just as he pictured it -- two-story, white clapboard with a dirty white picket fence half-heartedly circling the property. Except he saw it at night, the windows wreathed in fire, instead of sitting here quietly under a clear blue sky dotted with the odd, errant cloud.

It’s a hot, airless day and he pulls at his collar. They’re supposed to be cops today, detectives actually, because they haven’t bothered with uniforms, but they did go for the button-up shirts. With ties -- a special torture any day but when the thermometer hits 90 and the humidity hovers around 60 percent, he starts to think ties are an invention of the devil. There’s probably documentation on that, somewhere.

They climb the front porch, but before they can even knock, a dog starts to bark its head off inside. The mailbox reads “J. Ford.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Sam sees Dean tense. His brand of charm is mostly lost on dogs.

Curtains in the front window are pulled aside for a second and then fall back. “Hush!” comes a loud order and the dog is magically quiet.

The door opens a crack and a tall man with dirty blonde hair and cold blue eyes sticks his head out. In deference to the heat, he’s wearing a white T-shirt and cut-off jeans. And no shoes. Like a normal person.

“Yeah?” He holds the dog’s collar -- it’s a big, yellow Lab -- like it might lunge at them if he doesn’t. They probably have about 60 seconds before the door slams shut again.

Sam forgets his practiced spiel. This is not the man he saw in his vision, but he could swear this was the house.

“Mr. Ford. Howdy,” Dean says, all smiles, and Ford winces to hear the word delivered in that midwestern accent. He probably has a shotgun in readiness, hidden behind the door. It is the rural Deep South, after all, and old ways die hard.

Dean plunges on, undeterred. “I’m Paul Rodgers, and this is my partner, Simon Kirke.” He flashes a phony badge and, a beat behind him, Sam does the same. The stranger is regarding them now with tempered amusement. “We’re hoping you can help us out...”

“We’re looking for someone who may have lived here before,” Sam cuts in. “A man and a woman. With a baby.”

The amusement fades from the stranger’s face. “No babies here,” he says with a frown and starts to pull the door shut.

“Wait!” Sam jumps forward, grabbing the door and holding it open. “They could be in danger. If you’re a friend of theirs, if you know where we can find them ...”

The dog starts to bark again but Ford ignores him. His eyes flick coldly over Sam’s face. “What kind of danger?”

“There’s a serial killer who preys on families with newborns, “ Dean butts in with his most authoritative tone. “Strikes when the babies are six months old.”

They see the information sink in. He knows these people, whoever they are.

“And you want me to tell you where they are so you can warn them?”

“Yes,” Sam nods with relief.

Unbelievably, Ford starts to laugh. He leans against the doorframe, mirth lighting up dimples in both cheeks. “Well, that’s a new one at least. Look, you wanna shake down us survivors, you’re wasting your time. And Paul Rodgers?” He quirks an eyebrow at Dean and shakes his head, “Didn’t figure you were even old enough to know Bad Company.”

While Dean starts to mutter an explanation, Sam zeroes in on that one word. “Survivors?”

“Show and tell’s over, boys,” the man sneers. “Best be on your way.”

Sam shrugs and turns to go when another one hits. His head is splitting and he’s reaching blindly for the railing, unable to stand. He’s dimly aware of Dean grabbing his arm.

All he sees is a small blonde boy hiding under a bed. He can feel his fear. Can hear the arguing in the next room. He jumps at the sound of the gunshot, followed by the footsteps. The bed creaks heavily and then another gunshot. Then, nothing but ragged breathing. He can’t get any air ...

When it fades, he’s sitting in the kitchen, a glass of cold water in his hand. He can still hear the dog barking, but farther away, as if it’s outside or in the cellar or something. Dean is sitting opposite in a mismatched chair. Ford is leaning against the kitchen sink, that habitual scowl back in place. “OK, good act, kid, but I’ve been running cons since before either of you were born, so ...”

“It’s not a con ...” Sam says with a wince. He presses the heel of his hand into his forehead, not that that ever really helps. He doesn’t have time for this, not when this guy is about to call the cops on them or worse.

Sam looks Ford straight in the eye, straight through him, and there’s the shock of recognition there. “She told him you were at your grandparents’ house. That’s why you’re still alive.”

“What?” The scowl drops. Underneath, there’s fear. If he wasn’t sure before, he’s sure now this is that little blonde boy.

“She saved you,” Sam continues, ignoring Dean, who’s pulling at his arm, since, by the look on Ford’s face, that barely contained storm brewing in their host is going to break all over them any second.

Sam.” Dean says his name low, so only he can hear, a warning and a question. Whatthehellareyoudoingletsgetthefuckoutofhere.

“She died saving you.”

“OUT.” Ford’s face has gone from white to a livid red. He’s pointing blindly towards the front door.

Dean has Sam up now and is pulling him away, towards safety, but Sam pushes him off. “I see things, OK?” Sam shouts. “I can’t help it. I saw you just now. I came here because I saw your friends dying in a fire. And you’re the only one who can help us stop that from happening.”

“Bullshit,” Ford says, eyes narrowed, but he’s gripping the edge of the sink like it’s the only thing holding him up. “You’ve done your research is all.”

“No,” Sam shakes his head firmly. “I swear, we don’t know anything about you. Or your friends. That’s why we need ...”

“Knew my name,” Ford’s accusing glance sweeps over Dean now.

“I read it off the mailbox,” Dean says with a dismissive sweep of his hand. “Look, Sam’s vision led us here. That’s it. Whatever your story is, it’s none of our business.”

“You’re tellin’ me that you’re not here from Dharma or Oceanic. Not some goddamn curiosity seekers?

“No, sir,” Dean says firmly. The names mean nothing to either of them.

Before Dean can spin some elaborate new lie on the spot, Sam just blurts it out.

“It’s just ... this thing that’s after them. It killed our mother.” He chokes on the last word a little and Ford catches it, flinches on the same word.

It’s this moment that will decide everything. Either Ford believes them or someone else dies. Sam holds Ford’s gaze, because if he looks away, if he listens to Dean, who is hissing in his ear, everything will be lost.

“We can’t let that happen to anyone else,” he adds quietly. Those intense blue eyes bore into him for another beat and then Ford looks away abruptly.

Sam glances at Dean, but he’s standing perfectly still, no outward sign of his anger but that clenched jaw and a look that promises the first free second he gets, he’s going to throw Sam against the wall and tear him a new one.

No one speaks for a minute. The oppressive heat of the day is like another presence in the room. The tap is dripping and Sam’s head feels like it’s going to split wide open.

Ford makes a sudden movement and Sam jumps, thinking he’s finally going for him. Instead, Ford sticks his head under the tap and runs cold water over the back of his neck for a minute or two. He slowly stands up and slicks his hair back, ignoring the water trailing down his shirt, and joins them at the table like nothing at all strange has happened. “OK.” Ford leans back in his chair, looking from one to the other. “Tell me about it.”

Dean lets out a surprised snort and then he leans back too. “Why don’t you tell him, Sammy?” he says, with a pointed smirk. “Seeing how you like to talk so much.”

“In case you had any lingering doubt, yes, we really are brothers,” Sam says with a pained smile. "His real name's Dean, by the way."

Dean shoots him a look of exasperation and Ford's mouth twitches. "So, Sammy, why don't you fill me in?"

So Sam starts talking, revealing as much as he can. As much as he dares. He keeps glancing over at Dean for an indication of how far to go.

When Sam’s done, Ford looks like he needs a lot more convincing.

“Don’t know where they are,” he says at last, scritching the stubble on his chin. “Don’t think I can help you.”

“But a phone number ... anything?” Sam insists.

“Got a letter a while back,” he says with a sigh. He closes his eyes for a second. “Lemme see if I can find it.”

He leaves the kitchen and when he’s out of earshot, Dean grabs Sam’s arm, fingers digging in hard. “Mind telling me what the fuck that was all about?”

Sam shrugs. “It got him to listen to us, didn’t it? Usually we’re being thrown out on our ear about now.”

“I can’t believe ...” Dean stops short, like he’s too disgusted to even finish his thought. He takes a second, like he’s literally biting his tongue. “So, what? Now you’re seeing into people’s pasts? Like Missouri?”

“I guess.”

Dean still has that look he has every time Sam’s “abilities” come up. It’s well-masked, but there’s that doubt, that thought: You’re not my brother. When Dean gets that look, Sam half expects to get a face full of rock salt.

“Yeah, whatever. Psychic Boy.” Dean’s sigh is equal parts impatience and condescension.

Ford has been watching their little exchange. “Yeah, here’s this,” he says, tossing an envelope onto the table. Dean pulls out a letter, two sheets with tightly scrawled handwriting and a photograph. There’s no return address. Sam grabs the photo. It’s of a man and woman, both smiling broadly. They have dark hair -- his is cropped close, hers in curls past her shoulders -- and so does the baby cradled in the woman’s arms.

“That’s them,” Sam nods, tapping the photo against the table.

“Jack. And Kate.” Ford volunteers their names at last. “So, how much time have we got?”

“We?” Dean glances up from his perusal of the letter with a frown.

“Comin’ with you,“ Ford says, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter, the look on his face daring them to say no. “And for Christ’s sake don’t call me Mr. Ford again. Name’s Sawyer.”

“Great,” Dean says with a forced grin. He kicks Sam under the table, even though he didn’t say a goddamn thing.

TBC

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kataclysmic
Jul. 25th, 2006 10:49 pm (UTC)
I've not read the fic or even the summary, but I'm already combusting at the idea of you writing Lost/SPN.

*goes to read*
astra2104
Jul. 25th, 2006 11:01 pm (UTC)
Oh, this is going to be good! Dean and Sam and Sawyer (and maybe Jack)...so many possibilities there, I can't wait for that TBC.
*bounces a bit on her chair*
So...do we get it soon? *makes puppy eyes*

Don't hurry, though...I'll be right here waiting. :)
halfdutch
Jul. 26th, 2006 12:40 am (UTC)
Eee, now I've started two series I need to finish! ;) But yes, I hope to have more soon! Thanks!

kataclysmic
Jul. 25th, 2006 11:05 pm (UTC)
Eeeeiiii... this is just so fab. I can't wait for it to really get going. Lately I'm a complete sucker for Lost/SPN crossovers, and though the Sawyer/Dean I've read so far is incredibly hot and awesome, it'll be nice to see more Losties (we will, right?) interact with the brothers.

Can't wait to see the next bit!
halfdutch
Jul. 26th, 2006 12:42 am (UTC)
Yay! ;) I've only read a few crossovers myself. I've had a few SPN-only ideas but they just didn't want to get written until this idea popped into my head. A little Sawyer always helps! And yes, there will meet up with Jack and Kate. But will they be in time...? ;-)

Thanks for reading!
ficangel
Jul. 25th, 2006 11:10 pm (UTC)
This is great! Though I know that I've told you how good the original was, I really like the few small alterations that you've made, as well.
halfdutch
Jul. 26th, 2006 12:43 am (UTC)
Yaay! Thanks again for your invaluable input!! I'll be calling on you again soon, with any luck. And glad you approve. ;)
inthekeyofd
Jul. 25th, 2006 11:52 pm (UTC)
You posted it!! I told you it was great when I read it before, you've tweaked it just the perfect amount. I'm so loving this crossover and if it goes the way you want it too..EVERYONE is going to love it!!

*not that they wouldn't anyway, come on, you are one of the best writers so it's a given it will be wonderful.

**no pressure though. *smile*
halfdutch
Jul. 26th, 2006 12:45 am (UTC)
Aww, yay! Thanks again for all the enthusiasm and encouragment! ;)

And gah, you're spoiling me!

*loves*
let_fate_decide
Jul. 25th, 2006 11:53 pm (UTC)
:o omg, Lost/SPN is the most brilliant idea ever. Mmm, love me some Sawyer/Dean, but anyways, this was great. Must save teh baby, and I love how you did all three, especially Dean. And Sawyer.

“And for Christ’s sake don’t call me Mr. Ford again. Name’s Sawyer.”

*loves him so much* suddenly I miss this show like crazy.

(also, was the puppy Vincent? xD)
halfdutch
Jul. 26th, 2006 12:46 am (UTC)
Enjoy it, this is probably the only baby-related fic I'm ever gonna write, LOL. ;) And yaay, glad you're liking it so far.

And yes, that's Vincent. Because Sawyer can't be completely alone! (And all his previous owners are dead, although that doesn't really factor into the fic. ;-D)
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mediocrechick
Jul. 26th, 2006 12:46 am (UTC)
Whee! I can't wait for the next chapter!!!

But, wait a second, aren't you suppose to be writing part two to the Jack/Sawyer version of Match Point????? Now I can't decide which one I want more.....:/
halfdutch
Jul. 26th, 2006 01:17 am (UTC)
Awww, what a dilemma! ^__^

And hee, yes I did think of "Match Point" in writing the tennis fic! Let's see, is there time for them to go to the opera and have sex in a field in the rain? ... Maybe not! ;)

fosfomifira
Jul. 26th, 2006 01:11 am (UTC)
Ohh. Interesting. It might get me to watch Supernatural, but for as long it's up against Battlestar Galactica, I'm afraid the boys don't have much of a chance.
halfdutch
Jul. 26th, 2006 01:19 am (UTC)
Psst: Mininova.org. ;) I just got caught up over the summer myself so I'm late to this fandom. Now I'm really into it!
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deej240z
Jul. 26th, 2006 04:05 am (UTC)
Whoa! I don't watch Supernatural, but the idea of throwing Sawyer into this kind of plot is very cool! I liked the interaction between the 3. Does Sawyer have Vincent? Lol. Oh yeah, and... you Jater! :P
halfdutch
Jul. 26th, 2006 04:22 am (UTC)
Oh wow, thanks for reading this if you don't even watch Supernatural! ;) It's mostly set in the Supernatural world, with Lost guest stars, so I hope it makes sense!

And yes, that's Vincent! And the Jate here is really thwarted J/S, of course. ;)
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arabella_hope
Jul. 26th, 2006 06:17 am (UTC)
So I saved this to be the last thing I read tonight...

This is just AWESOME. I could die at the description of them dressed as cops, which, I never knew how much I loved THAT until recently, but the interaction of the three (which, still, THREE ;) is very exciting, the slight testing. And I adore Sam here, how he is readily honest with Sawyer and how that honesty is what works. Plus, Sawyer instantly jumping on the 'Sammy' wagon and Dean with the "No, sir." which - SJDKAL; when the two of them say "Yes, sir." I about die, so here...yeah.

I am sooo excited. And have to work on some stuff like crazy myself because I really liked the bunny I had for you. THANK YOU! Def. looking forward to more :)

And this comment is all over the place. Maybe I SHOULDN'T have waited until 2am to do this, lol. But so much love!
halfdutch
Jul. 26th, 2006 05:07 pm (UTC)
Awww, yaaay! *bounces*

I'm so happy you're enjoying it! I love the "No, sir. Yes, sir," stuff myself. ;) And ha, you like Sawyer jumping on the Sammy wagon? Cuz that could happen, LOL.

And wait, you're writing me more stuff?! But I already had my day as queen! (Unless it's for my bday? LOL.)

*smooches you*
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keyweegirlie
Jul. 26th, 2006 07:59 am (UTC)
but your Sawyer...
oh oh, this is GOOOOD...LOL

I've just recently started watching 'Supernatural' and Sawyer is favorite Lostie (duh) so I absolutely loved this combo. I saw a fic with this pairing little bit ago, but I don't think it was by someone that actually did Lost stories, so Sawyer was a little off....but your Sawyer...*smiles*

Love that its TBC...can't wait for the rest.
~C~
halfdutch
Jul. 26th, 2006 05:08 pm (UTC)
Re: but your Sawyer...
Awww, thank you so much, hon! ;) Well, I have had a little more practice writing Sawyer! ;) I hope Sam & Dean came across OK!
crystalkirk
Jul. 26th, 2006 08:59 am (UTC)
Eeeeee!

Eeeeeeeeeee!

I'm so very glad you're writing this one, hon. And wowie is it off to a great start. From about the first second I was thinking, "When is Jack gonna show up? Wait, is Jack gonna show up? Maybe this is Sawyer/Dean and there is no Jack." Heeee! So I'm very glad to see he'll have a place in it somewhere down the line. (Is it wrong of me to hope Kate dies so Sawyer can find Jack and keep him to himself? Heee!)

And I'm oh so very amused and happy to see Vincent alive and well, living with Sawyer. (If that wasn't Vincent, oops, I'm pretending it was, lmfao.)

Anyway, I can't wait for more of this one, dearie. I love the concept already! :)
halfdutch
Jul. 26th, 2006 05:11 pm (UTC)
Hee! You know me too well! ;) Of course Jack is going to make an appearance in the flesh! (Oops, did I say that? Ok, maybe not going *there* with this fic but he'll definitely be in it!)

Yes, that's Vincent! ;) Because everyone else who had him is dead! (Well, dead to me and Sawyer, anyway!) And Sawyer shouldn't be alone.

Makes me happy to hear you approve of this! ;)
rogueapprentice
Jul. 26th, 2006 01:04 pm (UTC)
More more more more more more more more more now pls kthnx. Crossovers are my CRACK and this one promises to be oh so brilliant. :D
rogueapprentice
Jul. 26th, 2006 01:07 pm (UTC)
And you hinted at JATE! *Gives you big sloppy kisses for that*
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thatsaid
Jul. 26th, 2006 08:02 pm (UTC)
Hah, I've never actually seen Supernatural, but I love crossovers and Sawyer so much that I read it anyway. I must confess I'm now really confused about what's out to get the baby, though, hee.

Can't wait to read more, anyway. :)
halfdutch
Jul. 26th, 2006 08:17 pm (UTC)
Aww, thanks for giving this a chance even without the Supernatural background!

I would recommend getting caught up with the show since it's more fun to watch than to read a recap, but here's one if you want it:

A demon killed their mother when Sam was six months old. She was pinned to the ceiling of the nursery and then caught on fire. Their father, John, made it his life's mission to find the demon and has been hunting all kinds of beasties in the meantime. As Season One of Supernatural starts, Sam has quit hunting to go to college. Dean shows up one night to tell them their father is on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days. So they go looking for him and along the way they end up finding all kinds of supernatural things to vanquish. Hope that helped! ;)

The appeal of the show is not just them hunting scary stuff but the brothers are very snarky and kind of broody and, depending on your taste, very nice eyecandy too.
jenthegypsy
Jul. 26th, 2006 10:23 pm (UTC)
I'm so very far behind on reading and commenting, that I have decided to start at the top of my f'list and begin reading down the line, commenting as I go. There are several foreseen problems with this method, but it is all that I can do at this point - thus, I am here and ready to start!

(Like you cared, but there you have it any way!)

I'm one of those "I've never seen Supernatural and don't have the faintest notion what you are talking about" readers, but it is a testament to your story telling abilities that I am drawn in already, in spite of my lack of familiarity with Sam, Dean and the Supernatural 'verse. I guess I know Sawyer well enough to carry me through.

Love (as others have said) that Sawyer has Vincent, and I also like the description of his house and kitchen furnishings. He's back to basics, and I like that for him. And the image of him sticking his head under the kitchen faucet...I seem to have a heretofore unknown head-under-the-faucet kink. Thanks for that! I will be waiting along with everyone else to see if Jack, Kate and the precious little rugrat can be saved - but with Sawyer on the team now, of course things will come out right.

halfdutch
Jul. 27th, 2006 05:53 am (UTC)
Oh, wow I'm honored you started with this in catching up! And even more so since you're not familiar with Supernatural! ;) I'm thrilled that this worked even to someone who doesn't know what's going on, esp. since this is set in the Supernatural 'verse, with Lost guest stars!

Awww, I like Sawyer having a down home, non-fussy house and I guess that's a kink of mine too, the under-the-faucet-headwetting! At the very least, in this heat, it's a reality. Sheesh! I can't do that often enough each day!

Thanks again for reading and I hope things stay clear enough for fans and nonfans of both shows. (There will be more backstory to come, but not full-blown flashbacks or anything, LOL.)

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