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Who: Sayid Jarrah
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bishop
When: Post-Shuffle

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[He'd only had a short time aboard the Marsiva before he found himself transported yet again, this time onto the bridge of a much smaller, less immaculate ship. Not long enough to figure out what was going on, not even long enough to browse the network.

Sayid's new shipmates will therefore find their newest member seated at the comm station, pretty much ignoring his celebratory pudding. (Someone else can eat it, if they want.) Perhaps somewhat notably, he's dressed in clothing that could reasonably be described as archaic - leather armor over simple clothing - and yet he doesn't seem awed or confused by the technology. Even with the augment, he seems pretty damn sure about what he's doing.]

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[So yeah, there's this guy in fancy leather armor on screen. His arms are crossed over his chest, the look on his face is faintly annoyed, but he's calm and collected.]

I'm starting to worry that these kidnapping situations are going to become routine for me.

[Okay, but no that frustration isn't helpful, and he needs answers more than he needs to gripe.]

I'd like to know if there's anything expected of us here - other than to be amusing - or if we're otherwise allowed to live our lives unbothered. Our lives such as they are, anyway.

[Because, you know, the last time he was unexpectedly yanked from one place to another, there were games and dying and a lot of trauma. It'd be nice if that weren't repeated.]

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[Luckily, her boyfriend is smart. Once they disconnect, he leaves the bridge immediately. Of course, he has no doubt that Tempest could find her way to him once she arrives, but he'd like to be there to greet her as soon as she gets off the shuttle.

He's not absolutely sure of the ship's layout, of course, but there's only so much ship and he's a smart man. In all likelihood, around the time she docks with the Bishop, he's found his way to where he needs to be.

Seeing her, Sayid moves forward quickly, reaching for her hand and pulling her in for a kiss.]

[she barely has a "I missed—" out before he's suddenly kissing her, but that isn't a complaint. She throws her arms around him tightly, clinging as though he may disappear the moment she closes her eyes. And who knows, maybe he will, for all that she trusts the Atroma not to screw her over.

As though making sure that won't happen, a hand eventually wiggles its way into his hair, as if yes, that will help keep him there]

[This definitely makes him think that "long enough" was, in fact, a fairly long time. Sayid wraps one arm around her, the other gently cupping her cheek.

He lets the kiss go on for a while, and then slowly pulls back. Or at least as much as he can, with her hand in his hair.]

I didn't expect you to be here.

[she copies the gesture, leaning back just enough to press her hand to his cheek, thumb tracing just under his eye. Her eyes dart across his face, and she's torn between smiling and letting her emotions get the better of her]

I could say the same. [she leans in to kiss him again, though this time she keeps it brief] I missed you terribly.

How long, exactly, has "long enough" been?

[That statement cinches his desire to know the specifics. Not that he doesn't believe that she would miss him in a short period of time, but it wouldn't add up to this. At least, he doesn't think so. And Sayid is certainly someone who tends to like to know the specifics of things.

He sees the turmoil in her, and he moves his hand to stroke her hair while he waits for his answer.]

[she leans into his touch, and after a moment gives a quiet huff] I've been here eight months.

[of all the emotions to settle on, she settles on annoyance - but not directed at him, no. At this entire situation, that he probably didn't even know she was gone, and that while she prefers here to home, he got dragged into this mess, too]

So . . . long enough.

...It certainly is.

[Annoyance is a good go-to emotion. There's a few moments where Sayid's mouth tightens into a thinner line, an expression of his own emotion. He doesn't mind so much getting pulled into this (not if Tempest is here anyway) but he minds that she was without him. And that he didn't know.

After those few moments, he sighs and lets it go. Gently, he pulls her back towards him, to kiss her forehead instead of her lips this time. Just for a second.]

I'm sorry, Aurae.

[her own lips quirk upward a bit at the face she makes, but for once she doesn't tease or comment on it. She can guess what it means, and when he apologizes for something far out of his control, that only confirms it.

She gives a gentle tug at his hair, and after the kiss she buries her face in his shoulder, holding him tightly, for just a moment. Actions had always worked better between them, and it's enough, she thinks, to make up for where her words fail. When she finally speaks her words are muffled and gently chastising]

Don't be. I'm just glad you're here now.

[They do tend to be action-oriented.

He strokes her hair again, and lets himself be chastised. He even nods, accepting her words.]

I am too. Even if the situation is unfortunately familiar.

[she gives a weak huff]

Oh, have you been kidnapped to the stars before?

Not the stars, of course. But the general situation.

[It's a slightly lighter tone than before, to match her gentle sarcasm.]

Being in space is an interesting change, though.

Mm, well. You will probably enjoy it more than I do.

[she's going to lose her boyfriend to tech she knows it]

[Only for a little while. It's lucky he doesn't have the engineering augment so his ability to fiddle with things that aren't comm-related is dampened.

He doesn't ask if she doesn't enjoy it here. He knows she prefers nature, and this is about as far away from nature as you can get.]

Tell me more about your experience here.

[What did he miss?]

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[her nose wrinkles briefly; he wouldn't be all that impressed with the amount of time she spends by herself, shut away in her room. Or the time she spends on her own when they do land on a planet she can escape into.

She shrugs a shoulder in answer, because aside from a few incidents, she didn't have much to say. After all, space was not something she liked]

It is rather quiet here, at times. We will spend a few weeks on a planet, and then we will move on to the next one - or to a - they call them waystations. [a considering noise] I killed a number of slavers on one, and some raiders when they attacked us. That was the most exciting part.

That does sound eventful.

[He's not sure he'd go for 'exciting', but he can see how Tempest would. They're a little different, in that way. He still doesn't make it sound skeptical though.]

And you've been well, otherwise?

[it does make her quirk a smile]

Eventful is a word for it, yes. [and with a bit more of a lilt in her voice] I've had to make do with an empty bed, but I've been well otherwise, I suppose.

I think I can rectify that, at least.

[A small smile of his own, although he then tries to look slightly serious with the next thing he says:]

If you've forgiven me for being late and will still have me.

[she huffs a little amused noise and pulls him close for a quick kiss]

I forgave you the moment I saw you, love. Not that I held it against you in the first place.

Your initial response had me worried.

[No it didn't. The tone of his voice is kind of deadpan, though.]

My initial response wasn't very thought out.

[in fact it wasn't thought out at all]

That makes sense, I suppose.

[Okay, now he sounds faintly more like he's teasing.]

It was not as though I had thought out what to say if you did appear here, Sayid.

[honestly, she didn't expect to see him period]

No, it does seem extremely unlikely. The probability of it is staggering.

[He's still not really very serious, but he does look like he's thinking about it.]

I'm not surprised you didn't.

[her smile goes a little lopsided]

I did think about you every day. But hoping you would show up did not seem . . . fair.

[His expression doesn't become any more serious, but he does reach out to stroke her hair again.]

Fair to whom?