Lost Fic: Four Women Sayid Never Fell For...

[ozmissage]

Title: Four Women Sayid Never Fell For (But Could Have If Only the Opportunity Had Presented Itself)
Pairings: Sayid/Juliet, Sayid/Ana Lucia, Sayid/Kate, and Sayid/Danielle
Rating: R (mild language and sexual situations)
Summary: Sayid could have loved any one of them really, if only he had been given the chance.
Words: 4,116
Warnings: The sex scene is mostly non-graphic but probably NSFW.
Disclaimer: Sayid and his friends sadly do not belong to me.
A/N: Written for former queenaurilly who requested Sayid and the ladies with a side of secret crushes. I hope you enjoy it!

 

Juliet

Sayid finds Juliet sitting on the dock. Even in the dim moonlight he can see that she’s tired. It’s in the way she sits, in the defeated slump of her shoulders. It’s in the hard line of her mouth and the dark circles under her eyes. He wonders when he began to notice such things about Juliet.

He’s sure they all look like that in their own way, exhausted mirrors of each other, but it seems deeper in her somehow, as if it’s in her very bones. She is still a mystery to him. He hated her not so long ago. Now he would trust her with his life, he had in fact several times over the course of the past few days, or was it weeks? Time was not what it used be.

He had been watching her since the day Jack insisted on bringing her to camp. At first it was out of suspicion, but by now it was a matter of curiosity. He had been watching when she chose to stand with his people and against her own. He had seen her face that afternoon as she sat watching the smoke from the freighter curl towards the sky and afterwards when the island began skipping through time, he had watched as she held them all together. She had kept Sawyer steady when he threatened to crack, she had nursed Charlotte when her mind turned against her and she had guided Daniel when he seemed to forget how to walk, but most importantly every time he looked to his side she was there.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Sayid crossed the short distance of the dock to stand next to her.

“May I sit with you?”

She doesn’t look at him when she responds.

“I’m beginning to feel very popular tonight.”

Sayid raises an eyebrow, questioning.

“James was here before,” she elaborates.

“Ah,” Sayid said as he eased himself down on the dock beside her. “I don’t think any of us wants to stray too far from one another at the moment.”

“I don’t think we have to worry about the flashes anymore.”

“Perhaps not, but the seventies are frightening enough in their own right.”

She giggled then and Sayid felt a familiar tug in his chest, albeit not one he had associated with Juliet until now. He pushed the feeling back.

“What are you doing out here, Juliet?”

The laughter that had softened her face disappeared instantly.

“Nothing…thinking.”

Sayid followed her gaze to the sub. He did not need to press her any further; he knew what she was thinking because he was thinking the same thing.

“You want to leave.”

For the first time since he had sat down, Juliet looked directly at him.

“Don’t you?”

She had read his file, he knew that. He had often wondered how extensive it could have possibly been, but there was no doubt in his mind that she knew about Nadia. He imagined she knew a great many things about him. It put him at disadvantage.

Sayid sighed.

“I want nothing more than to leave this island, but I do not want to leave like this. It is 1973, Juliet. There is nothing out there for me yet and I’m sure the same is true for you.”

Juliet turned away from him then. He could see the muscles in her jaw clench ever so slightly. The gesture was so subtle most would have missed it. He realized suddenly that he was learning how to read her and at the moment she was trying to hide the fact that she was upset.

“What if this is the last chance we’re ever going to get?”

“I don’t believe it will be.”

She laughed mirthlessly.

“I’ve had three opportunities to leave this place and every time I try to go something happens to make damn sure I stay. And now I have another chance and this time there’s nothing to stop me from leaving. Only, I know if I leave I’m guaranteeing that I’ll never see my family again. I can go, but I can’t go home. What kind of choice is that?”

Sayid watched as she swiped angrily at the tears forming in her eyes.

“This is not our last chance, Juliet. Whatever brought us here will return us to where we belong eventually; we just have to be patient.”

“What if you’re wrong?”

At that moment sitting on a dock with a woman he had threatened to kill not three weeks ago, Sayid found he wanted nothing more in this world than to offer her some sort of comfort because he knew now that it didn’t matter who she was or what she may have done, she was just like him. All she wanted was to go home.

He reached out and brushed a loose strand of hair away from Juliet’s face and tucked it behind her ear. She looked at him with confusion as he pulled his hand away.

“Then I’ll gladly get on that sub with you.”

She smiled.

“I might hold you to that you know.”

“I hope that you will,” he replied.

She shook her head.

“You know James already asked me to stay.”

Sayid tried to hide his curiosity as he asked, “And what did you say?”

“I told him I would give him two weeks.”

“I’m glad.”

They sat in silence for awhile watching the moonlight glint off the water. Sayid was so lost in his own thoughts that he was surprised to feel Juliet lean against him.

“Do you really think we can go home, Sayid?”

The warmth of her felt good against him, a nice reminder that no matter how strange this all was he was not alone. She was shivering slightly; the breeze off the ocean was making them both cold. He slipped his arm around her then and ran his hand lightly up and down her arm to warm her.

“We’ll go home, Juliet. I promise.”

***

Ana Lucia

“You need to cool down.”

Sayid ignored Ana’s advice and continued to pace back and forth like a caged animal. The blonde woman had been in the camp for twenty-four hours and Jack had blocked every attempt Sayid made to get near her. Anger and frustration had built up inside him until he knew he was going to snap at any second. Ana had half led, half dragged him into the jungle after he had gotten into a particularly bitter argument with Jack.

She was now leaning against a tree, tracking his progress with a maddeningly calm expression on her face. He was not finding her presence particularly calming.

“I can not “cool down”, Ana. Jack has welcomed that woman into the camp with open arms. She is eating our food and using our supplies and Jack acts as if we should all just accept it. We should be questioning her, finding out everything she knows about Linus.”

Ana nodded.

“Look, I know that and you know that, but Jack’s let this woman get to him. And even if you beat the hell out of him, it’s not going to make him hand her over.”

“No, but it might make me feel better,” Sayid snapped.

Ana crossed her arms and laughed. Sayid stopped pacing and shot her an annoyed look.

“Why are you so calm? You hate these people as much I do.”

“I’m calm because I know the only thing we can do right now is wait. Jack’s not going to be able to protect Blondie forever, now is he?”

“What are you suggesting?”

Sayid took note of the dangerous glint that appeared in Ana’s eyes.

“I’m suggesting that we bide our time until Jack gets distracted. The minute he leaves her alone we take her and we make her spill all of the dirty little details of what goes on over in Othertown.”

Sayid shook his head, he was still wound up. He didn’t like feeling this angry, it was dangerous and he knew it.

“And what should I do in the meantime?”

Any pretense of calmness vanished as Ana pushed away from the tree and crossed over to stand in front of Sayid. He could see now that she was just as angry as he was. More, in fact. She had just been doing a better job of keeping it at bay.

“You think you’ve really got more at stake here than I do, Sayid? I spent forty-eight days living in fear of these people. I’ve got blood on my hands because of them. They came into my camp and took two children right out of my arms. They’re the reason Libby is dead. I’ve got the scars to prove how dangerous these people are. Jack may be ready to make nice, but I haven’t forgotten what they’ve done.”

Sayid reached out instinctively to touch her stomach. He had forgotten for a moment that just a few weeks ago she had been left for dead on the floor of the hatch. Two centimeters to the left and there would have been nothing Jack could have done to save her, the fact that she was up and walking was a miracle in itself. He felt ashamed for forgetting, but he had his own reasons for wanting blood. Ana moved away from his touch.

“I’m sorry…”

Ana nodded. “It’s okay, man. You’re pissed, so am I. Look, we’re going to get these bastards, we’ve just got to be smart about how we do it.”

“I don’t feel particularly smart at the moment.”

Ana took him by surprise when she pushed him hard against the tree. He didn’t have time to react before she kissed him roughly, her teeth scraping against his bottom lip. He pulled away from her in shock.

“What are you doing?”

Ana rolled her eyes as if this was a perfectly logical direction for their conversation to take. She rolled her hips against his suggestively.

“Calming you down.”

“Then you’re not doing a very good job.”

Ana smirked at him.

“Look we’ve both got energy to burn, we might as well burn it together instead of going back to camp and doing something stupid.”

Sayid arched an eyebrow.

“This isn’t something stupid?”

Ana shook her head. “The way I see it, it’s practical.”

With that she gave the zipper of Sayid’s pants a quick tug.

“Ana…” Sayid warned, but the feel of her teeth nipping at his neck caused her name to come out more as a hiss. She ignored him and slipped her hand into his pants. Sayid realized he was too far gone to put up much of a fight at this point. Against his better judgment he slid a hand under her shirt, carefully avoiding the stitches on her abdomen.

She kissed him again, digging her fingernails painfully into his back as she did. Her kisses were harder than he was used to, there was no gentleness to them, only lust.

He let her pull him to the ground and then watched as she shimmied out of her jeans and tossed them aside. She winked before settling her herself on top of him. His breath hitched in his throat as she began to move against him. Every roll of her hips made his stomach tighten. After a moment she leaned down so that her dark hair tickled his face.

“You wanna a turn on top?” she asked with a grin.

Sayid shook his head and cupped her face in his hand.

“No,” he managed to get out through gritted teeth. “Your stitches… I don’t want to hurt you.”

The guarded look he was so used to seeing on her face slipped for a moment before she pulled back and began rocking her hips against him again. He groaned and she laughed loud and deep.

“Whatever, man.”

Sayid came with a sharp groan, Ana barely made a sound. She slid off of him as if nothing had happened. Sayid stayed on the ground, breathing hard. He was impressed that she was already up.

He watched silently as she put her jeans back on. She looked at him over her shoulder as she pulled the zipper up.

“Feel better?”

Sayid couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

“Yes, actually.”

She looked satisfied.

“Good.”

She left him then, walking with a practiced swagger in the direction of the camp. Sayid sighed and stared up at the blue sky above him, he could taste Ana on his lips---salty and warm. The thought of her made him smile, which made him worry. This was probably not going to end well.

***

Kate

Sayid knew someone was following him. He had known since yesterday. Whoever was tracking him was good at it and had he not been trained to notice such things he would have never picked up on it. They were keeping to the jungle while he made his way down the beach. He thought he saw them once, just a flash of brown hair, but they slid back into the shadows so quickly he wasn’t sure whether it had actually happened or if he had only imagined it.

He had been walking all morning when he decided to take a break. He settled himself on the sand and pulled out his picture of Nadia. He knew she would have been disappointed in him if she knew what he had done to Sawyer. He wasn’t supposed to be that man anymore. He sighed and slipped the picture back into his pocket.

He noticed something black sticking out of the sand a few feet away and got up quickly to see what it was. He was astonished to find that it was a thick cord leading into the ocean. His heart began to beat faster as he realized what it meant. This could be a way off of this island. He forgot all about his guilt and the fact that he was being followed and turned his attention back to finding the point of origin of the cord.

He followed it into the jungle and stopped just short of walking into a trap. He stepped over the wire carefully and then cursed when he heard the tell-tell snap of a trigger being released. The wire caught him around his feet and the next thing he knew he was swinging upside down in the air with a stick jammed painfully in his leg.

“Sayid, are you okay?”

He knew that voice. He looked down to find Kate staring up at him concerned.

“Hang on, I’m going to get you down.”

He watched with confusion as Kate expertly scaled the tree he was suspended from.

“Be careful…” He warned.

He felt the rope shake as Kate began to hack at it with a knife. He tried to prepare himself for the fall, but it still took him by surprise when he landed on the ground. The impact took his breath away. Kate was kneeling beside him a few seconds later looking sheepish.

“Sorry about that.” She caught sight of his leg and looked at him in horror. “Sayid, you’re hurt!”

He struggled to sit up and grimaced as a sharp pain shot through his leg. He took a deep breath and quickly pulled the stick from his leg. Kate winced.

“I need you to help me up. We have to get away from here before whoever set this trap returns.”

Kate nodded and helped him to his feet. He leaned against her small frame and was impressed by the strength of her grip around his waist. She was stronger than she appeared to be.

“Why were you following me?” Sayid asked.

Kate smiled lightly.

“Because I didn’t like the idea of you marching off into the jungle alone.”

“I told you I would be fine.”

Kate snorted. “Well you were completely right about that, huh?”

Sayid did not respond, instead he tried to ignore the fact that Kate was wearing a rather satisfied grin. They walked on until they reached a small clearing. Kate lowered him gently to the ground and immediately began digging around in her pack until she produced a t-shirt. Sayid watched as she ripped it in half and began wrapping it around his wounded leg. He groaned as she gave the material a sharp tug.

“Sorry, but we have to stop the bleeding.”

Sayid nodded.

“Kate?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for following me,” he said begrudgingly.

She laughed. “It was my pleasure. You think you can make it back to camp?”

Sayid hesitated. “Yes, but I would rather wait and see who set that trap.”

“What makes you think whoever set it is even still alive. It could have been there for years.”

“I found a cord leading into the ocean that could lead us to the source of the radio signal. If there is someone else on this island they might be able to help.”

Kate sighed. “I don’t know, Sayid. Even if whoever set that trap is still alive, they don’t seem very friendly.”

“Let’s just wait for a little while. Please.”

Kate looked uncertain, but she nodded and settled herself next to him on the ground. “Okay, but if no one shows in an hour, we’re going back to the beach so Jack can take a look at your leg.”

“Alright.”

They sat together quietly for a few minutes, before Sayid could no longer fight his curiosity.

“Who taught you how to track?”

Sadness clouded Kate’s face as she spoke.

“My dad, he was in the military,” she explained. “When I was a kid he used to take me with him when he would hunt. I picked up some stuff.”

“Indeed.”

“You didn’t have to leave, you know,” Kate said quietly.

Sayid turned away from her. The guilt that had driven him away from the camp had been forgotten for a few moments, but it came back to him now.

“Yes, I did. I broke a promise to myself.”

“We’ve all done things that we regret, Sayid, but pretending you’re alone doesn’t do anyone any good.”

“The regrets that I have…I’ve done things, Kate, that you could not imagine. I’m not a good person.”

“Who is?”

Sayid smiled. “I think you are.”

Kate shook her head. “I’ve done things too. Trust me.”

Sayid opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of rustling distracted him.

“I think we’ve got company,” Kate said in surprised. Sayid nodded and took her hand as she helped him to his feet.

“Shall we go and say hello?” he asked.

Kate slipped his arm around her waist and flashed a grin at him. He found himself wondering what she could have possibly done to feel so guilty about. Unfortunately his curiosity would have to wait. He tried to push away the thought of how reassuring her slender arm felt wrapped around him as they made their way quietly back to the location of the trap.

***

Danielle

Two months ago when a pretty Frenchwoman with an open face pulled Sayid from the wreckage of the freighter in the middle of a raging storm, he knew who she was the moment he saw her. There was no logic in it, no reason but still it was true. She was younger than he ever could have imagined, heavily pregnant and completely coherent, but he would have known those eyes anywhere. Somehow the island had deposited him at the feet of Danielle Rousseau.

Since that day he had been given no choice but to watch as her sad history unfolded before him. He witnessed first hand what had driven this beautiful, brilliant young woman to become the broken and hardened person who would one day hold him captive. Sayid was the one who stopped her from following her crew below the ruins in the jungle. Later, when they each began going mad he shot two of them. Danielle would not let him shoot Robert. She shot him herself.

They watched each other warily after that, each waiting for the other to show signs of the sickness. But they could not maintain their distrust for long because without each other they would be completely alone. Sayid wanted to confide in her where he came from. He wanted to whisper to her in the night when they were lying side by side on the beach that he knew her in another time, that he did not understand how or why he was here. But he kept these things to himself because he knew she would think he was slipping and he did not relish the thought of being shot in his sleep.

One day Danielle came to him and said that they should go to the radio tower and record a message.

“Someone will come and rescue us, Sayid. You’ll see.”

He forced a smile, but it was with a heavy heart that he joined her. He knew that they would not be rescued. Not any time soon anyway. He stood outside guarding the door while she recorded her message. The familiar rhythm of her words from inside the room sent a chill down his spine. Sixteen years her message would play before another frightened young woman would translate it through her tears. It would always mean the same thing---there was no hope for any of them.

Three days later Danielle went into labor. Sayid remained calm, hiding his panic inside, but her screams cut through him. He did what he could to comfort her, he held her hand and brought her water, but in the end he could do little more than watch and wait. At least she is not alone this time, he thought.

It was on this day as he watched Danielle hold her daughter for the first time that Sayid began to understand why he had been brought to this particular time. An idea formed in his mind that perhaps he was meant to stop what happens next.

One week later he sat on the beach holding Alex while Danielle slept beside him. A dark plume of black smoke was snaking towards the sky. This is the night they take her, Sayid thought. Only it wouldn’t be, not this time.

“Danielle,” he said her name softly. He wanted to wake her, but he did not want her to panic.

Danielle stirred. She woke up with a yawn, and smiled at the sight of Sayid cradling her daughter.

“Is she fussy?”

Sayid shook his head.

“Alex is fine. I want you to see something.”

Sayid nodded towards the horizon and watched as Danielle’s eyes widened at the sight of the smoke.

“What does it mean?”

Sayid tried not to sound too grim as he said, “It means they are coming.”

Danielle looked at him warily. “How can you know that?”

Sayid made sure he was looking straight into her eyes. If she suspected him of anything, it could get them both killed.

“I need you to trust me Danielle. I need you to believe that I want only to protect you and Alex.”

“Is it true?”

“Yes.”

Danielle nodded uncertainly.

“Who are they? What do they want from us?”

Sayid looked down at the sleeping little girl in his arms. Alex had one of his fingers wrapped in her tiny hand. In his mind, Sayid could still see the fierce stare of the young woman she would one day become, a young woman whom Benjamin Linus would raise as his own. He silently vowed that she would never have to call that man father.

“They want your daughter.”

“No,” Danielle gasped.

“They will not take her, Danielle.”

Danielle just shook her head, she was panicking.

“Listen to me, they will not take her. I promise you, I will not let that happen.”

“Are you one of them, Sayid?” She asked desperately.

“No, but I know them and I know they will not stop until they get what they want.”

“Then what do we do?”

“When they come for her, we will be ready for them. We will fight and we will win.”

Danielle was crying now. “There are only two of us.”

Sayid smiled up at her. Her face was already harder than it had been two months ago, her hair wilder. Sayid still did not know how he had come to be here with her and the child, but when he looked into Danielle’s eyes it did not matter so much.

“That is more than enough.”

Danielle did not look entirely convinced, but she sat down beside him anyway. She ran a hand over the soft, black hair on Alex’s head and tried to smile. The only thing they could do now was sit and wait together.

Comments

[sheryden.livejournal.com]

Wow, I'd never really considered Sayid/Juliet until now, but I think I like it... Well done!

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I've always had a soft spot for the pairing, they're just both so pretty. ;)

[tellshannon815.livejournal.com]

I think I liked Ana's the best, but all were interesting, great job!

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much!

[elliotsmelliot.livejournal.com]

This was so much fun. You are so very creative. I like how part I flowed into II and then III into IV. I think my favourite was with AnA because it is so rare to see her in a fic. The last one also made me want to cheer. Great work!

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm so glad to hear that you liked the Ana section. I wasn't sure if it worked or not. She should definitely get more fic love though. :)

[aurilly.livejournal.com]

This was lovely! Thank you so so much. Just perfect. Kate's was my favorite, because I adore them, and I love how you had her do something after that hand kiss (I loved how she moped after him in season one when he went on his own). No one writes Kate/Sayid, so that just about made my day. The Juliet one was also wonderful. I loved how he asked himself when he'd started looking at her like that. That part felt very real, and I loved your description of her. Ana Lucia's was perfectly in character, too, and Danielle's was so heartbreaking. This was glorious. Thank you so much!

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you liked it! I'm sorry it took so long for me to post it.

I've had a thing for Kate/Sayid since s1. I just never understood how she could spend so much time waffling between Jack and Sawyer when Sayid was standing right there being awesome. ;)

[siluria]

I really like the way you justified Sayid and Juliet, that was a wonderfully written moment. I really like the way you wrote all the partnerships, you managed to seamlessly justify all of them.

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

Aww, thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

[angela-weber.livejournal.com]

This is so great! I love how every single piece flows into the other with this seamless continuity. My favorite section is probably Kate's, but that's not to damn the others with faint praise, and is probably just because I've had a soft spot for that pairing forever. These all work so well as missing scenes, and your writing, as always, is so wonderful and in-character. Amazing work!

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! Kate/Sayid is possibly my favorite non-canon ship. I always get excited when they get a chance to interact on the show. :)

[missy-useless.livejournal.com]

This is really great! All these parts are so interesting and very well written. I like the possibilities of Juliet/Sayid, and I love how the first part flows into the second - which is my favorite, your Ana voice is wonderful. I also loved the Kate and Danielle sections. Very nice job! :D

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

Thank you for such lovely feedback! :)

[valhalla37.livejournal.com]

I love, love, love this -- especially the sections with Juliet and Ana (the latter being strange because I found her character a little grating, but you write her so well). All the voices here are incredible, and the transitions between the effortless. You really just have so, so much range as a writer, and it shows with fics like this. :D

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

Aww, thank you so much! Ana used to annoy me but somehow she ended up becoming one of my favorites. I'm glad you thought her voice worked though because I wasn't sure if I had her quite right.

[iwaspregnant.livejournal.com]

Your fics. How are they all so awesome.

Is it creepy to say that I would like to make sweet, sweet love to everything you write?

Yeah, it probably is.

But I would like to. :|