Sayid Jarrah (mechanicalthing) wrote in in_the_jungle,
Sayid Jarrah
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[[we are *so* getting this going!]]

Sayid wasn't going to let his temper go. Because it was that simple. It had to be. There was a world of difference between knee-jerk reactions and thinking on one's feet. Already he'd let his pride get the better of him with that man on the beach and gotten more scraped up than he cared to admit. And he'd broken his self-imposed moratorium on violence after a pitifully brief exchange of acrid language. He only hoped that rescue would come soon so that he could put it all behind him and get to Los Angeles before his visa expired.

As Sayid sat on the beach, fiddling with bits of this and that and setting aside a laptop battery that was dead beyond use, he heard a sound in the trees behind him. First he just sat up a little straighter. Then he heard it again. It was a rustle and a whisper, and there was something else, very far away -- imagined, surely, but he stood very slowly and turned to look into the jungle.

He didn't see anything. Just trees and shadows.

Sayid looked up the beach, seeing people dragging things through the sand, going through luggage. One woman, a slender bronzed blonde, was sunbathing. Sometimes someone would look to the jungle, and he wondered ...

"Did anyone else hear that?" he asked.
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Shannon sat up, leaning back on her elbows. She slid her sunglasses on top of her head and glanced toward the Iraqi man sitting behind her. "Hear what?" she asked curtly.
"You didn't, then?" Sayid said, watching her lithe body move as she propped herself up. "It was like something -- something very large moving in the trees."
She smiled triumphantly as she noticed that way he was looking at her. Eying her up, something she was so very used to. She moved slightly, giving him a better view. "Now that you mention it, I think I may have heard something."
"Did you?" The way that she replied, the smile that crossed her lips all made him doubt whether she had heard anything at all and wonder if this might not just be some game that she was playing with him. However, if it was a game, it wasn't one he very much minded playing, and if it wasn't, it was nice to know he wasn't losing his mind. "What did you hear?" he asked.
Her smile fading, she got up and walked to him. "The other day in the jungle..." she said seriously, kneeling beside him. "I thought I heard voices. Whispering. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but they were all around me." She shivered and looked past him at the trees lining the beach, tucking a strand of golden hair behind her ear.
"Voices?" His tone was guarded, his words soft, but now he was sure that she was deathly serious. When he saw her shiver he reached without really thinking for his collar to give her a coat or an overshirt that wasn't there. Then he felt the heat and realized that the shivers weren't caused by chill. He took a practical approach. "It might have just been the wind carrying voices from the beach."
Shannon looked at him thoughtfully. "The wind. right," she mumbled. Smiling gently, she extended a hand to him. "I'm Shannon."
He lightly took her hand, although it was still a little strange for him to shake hands with a woman, and nodded. "Sayid," he said. "It would be a pleasure to meet you under more agreeable circumstances."
"But if we were under more agreeable circumstances, it's more likely for us to have never met at all." She smiled warmly and looked downward at the parts in his hands. "What're you working on?"
He smiled a little, almost laughed as he looked at the little box with an antenna and wires sticking out at odd angles. "It would be a radio if it had a battery that worked for more than five minutes at a time and there wasn't something blocking the signal."
For once, she didn't have to fake an interest. "So, if you get this thing working, can you get us off the island?"
"*If* I can find a viable power source, and *if* I can pick up a signal, and *if* there is someone listening on the other end," he nodded, "then yes, we might be able to get off the island."
"It doesn't sound so promising anymore," she said, disappointed. "How do you know so much about this sort of thing?"
"It might be a long shot," he said when he heard the disappoinment in her voice, "but I wouldn't discount it entirely." He connected one of the wires to an exposed place on a cell phone battery. "I've always been good with mechanical things. And I used to work in communications."
"Really?" she asked, perking up with interest. "Communications...like, the army?"
"Quite a bit like the army, actually," he said. It was nice just now to have a very ordinary conversation. "I was in the military back at home for five years."
"Back home..." she said sadly. Brushing some sand off her hands, she pulled her hair up in a messy ponytail. "Where is home for you? Where are you from?"
The wistful note in her voice made the conversation just a little less normal. "Tikrit," he said, and hoping to side step a potentially dicey topic, he asked, "What about you?"
She looked at him doubtfully. "I'm originally from America...but I've moved a lot." She crossed her arms and looked away, reminiscing.
"To Australia?" he asked. He was realizing now that she hadn't said much about herself at all, and his curiosity was piqued.
"France. Austrailia. A bunch of different places." She tried to think of something to change the topic, not too big on sharing her life story with a man she didn't even know. "Were you alone? On the plane, I mean."
"Yes," he said, wondering if the abrupt change in the line of conversation was deliberate. "You weren't, though, were you? I see you with someone else quite often ..."
"Jealous?" Shannon rolled her eyes. "Boone. He's my brother. My annoying, stubborn, pig-headed brother." She looked up and smirked. "But, he's not here with me now."
"No," Sayid said, one eyebrow raised and a bemused smile on his face. "No, it doesn't appear that he is."
Shannon covered her mouth, muffling a giggle. "For the moment anyway. I'm sure he's just thinking of something he needs to bug me about." She scratched her shoulder, not noticing it was turning red from the sun, and winced in pain.

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