Tech Support, a National Treasure fanfiction

A/N: I can only dream of owning National Treasure. I also don't own 'Lost'. If I did, Charlie would still be alive. Anything else you recognize doesn't belong to me.

Riley Poole sat in front of hi TV on a Wednesday night, engrossed in the latest episode of his favorite show. Right as the commercial break started, his cell phone began to ring. It was playing 'Hail to the Chief', his ringtone for Ben Gates, treasure hunter, history freak, and Riley's best friend. The young man answered the phone with a sigh. "Hi, Ben."

"Riley, I need your help." Ben sounded frustrated. "I have a presentation tomorrow, and my computer won't turn on. Figures that the one time you actually go to your own apartment, I need your help," the older man continued.

Riley chose to ignore that last comment and moved on to solving the problem. "Is it turned on?" the techie asked slowly. He had bigger problems to deal with (like if the people on the island were still time traveling) than Ben's computer.

"I think so. Let me check." Footsteps were audible as Ben went to investigate the plug.

Then, the commercial break ended. "Ben, I gotta go. Lost is back on. I'll come fix it as soon as this episode is over. Bye!" Riley said all of this very hurriedly, and then hung up the phone.

Ben stared at the screen of his phone in amazement. Riley had just hung up on him. The treasure hunter wondered how one person could be so obsessed with one show. He had argued this point many times with Riley, only to get the answer that there were WAY more dedicated fans than Riley himself.

About half an hour later, Riley arrived at the Gates estate. Ben showed him the computer, and the young man began to repair it.

"Riley, I've always wondered: How do you know so much about computers?" Ben asked, watching the techie work.

"I didn't have many friends in high school." Riley stated simply. He pushed a few more buttons on the keyboard, and the system was instantly working again. Ben stared at him in astonishment. "How did you do that?"

"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you," Riley joked.

"Sorry to call so late, but..." Ben apologized to the younger man.

"I don't mind. What are friends for? Besides, this is early by my standards. Just promise me one thing." Riley told Ben.

The history freak looked at his friend curiously and asked "What?"

"Don't call me between 9:00 and 10:00 on Wednesday nights. If I miss what happens between the Dharma people and the crash survivors, I will hack your system. Just because I can fix it doesn't mean I can't break it again." Riley stated this with a look of complete seriousness on his face.

Ben chuckled as he said, "Of course, Riley."

"I'm not obsessed, you know!" Riley's blue eyes said otherwise as Ben walked him to the door.

"Bye, Riley. See you tomorrow." Ben knew that arguing was futile. He shut the door behind his friend and went to see what Abigail was doing. He found her asleep on the couch. 'That kid is crazy, but he's a great friend.' Ben thought.

Riley Poole had successfully helped Ben (again), and his best friend still thought that he was crazy. 'I'm not obsessed. Not like Ben was about the Templar Treasure. I'm just... passionate.' Riley thought as he drove home in his red Ferrari.

Riley arrived at his apartment a few minutes later. The first thing he did was logon to the Lost message boards. A theory had been formulating in his head, and he just had to post it.

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