Title: 210
Author: monimala
Fandom: "Lost"
Rating/Classification: Sayid, NAC, ficlet, episode filler.
Disclaimer: Bad Robot!
Summary: Just a filler ficbit for 1.11. 210 words!
"Sawyer, wait," he wants to say, but the other man is all ready gone. Wait, don't leave. Ask more questions. Even if he does not know the answers. Anything is better than the whispers from the jungle that echo and reverberate through the vast emptiness of the wreckage that has become his makeshift sickroom.
He cannot move. It hurts too much. But even if he could, he could not outrun that sound.
Rustling. Chewing. A thousand voices or perhaps none.
Come back, Sawyer, Sayid thinks, because his coarseness, his mockery, is familiar. Comforting. More than the sedatives Jack left or the memory of his amma's lullabies. And he has questions of his own that may not have answers.
Why did you not take your shot, Sawyer? I deserved it. I deserved more.
Why did you cease your threats and speak as if you cared about this island and those on it?
Why did you keep my signal fire burning?
Most of all...why didn't you stay?
Sayid closes his eyes, listening to something skitter into the debris somewhere off to his left. Small, he hopes. Six or eight-legged and not poisonous.
In a day or two, he will be strong enough to walk.
But not strong enough to ask.
--end--
December 9, 2004.