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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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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?

[she huffs quietly and averts her eyes, even as she leans a bit into his hand]

You.

Anywhere where you are, is where I'd prefer to be.

I wouldn't call it an unfair hope.

It's—you—

[why do you do this to her!! She opens and closes her mouth a few times, clearly taken off guard, before she sputters out a response, stomping her foot for emphasis]

Of course it's bloody unfair, when hoping for you to come here is hoping you get kidnapped. Don't - don't spin it by being a sap.

[He might have expected her to protest a little, but he didn't really expect it to be that strong. Sayid ends up raising one eyebrow slightly.]

I'd rather be kidnapped with you than find out much later that you had suffered in my absence.

[...He's aware that almost sounds too self-important, except for the part where she really clearly has been kind of unhappy. Also, it really is sappy, but the way he's saying it is actually pretty straightforward.]

[her jaw works again as she tries to come up with some sort of protest, but . . . ugh. He knows exactly what to say sometimes, that stops all her protests short.

She finally gives up after a moment and just thunks her head against his shoulder with a weak, defeated huff]

You're still a sap. [is the only thing she mutters]

[He works his fingers through her hair again, smiling faintly.]

I think it's just practical, but I suppose I can concede that point.

You're a practical sap.

[now she's just being childish]