Title; Like Clockwork
Summary; He did the same everyday, like clockwork. The others were worried about him, but what choice did he have?
Disclaimer; if any recognised characters etc were mine, there would be more Shayid moments and I would totally not be wasting my time writing fiction.
Author Notes; Inspired by Five Years Gone by Settiai.
This idea had been on my mind for a little while, so I decided to type it up from my notes and see what happened.
Each morning when he woke, the first thing he would do was to go and speak to her. He would close his eyes and hear her gentle laughter, see her blonde hair whipping across her face as she smiled at him. That smile that she reserved for him, and only him. He would talk with her about the goings on on the island – about how everyone was so happy. They had given up on rescue a long while ago, but it didn't seem too bad. He knew that even if rescue came, he wouldn't be able to go.
He would have to leave, then. Duty called. He would put his happy face on, secretly counting down until he was no longer needed to fix things and help people, and he could go back to her. She was always waiting, and she would get impatient.
When he was finally free, he would go and find her again. She was always there, waiting in the exact same spot. He would tell her all about his day, and she would listen carefully. She always did.
They would sit in silence for a little while. It would be a comfortable silence, though. He would think about her, and how much he loved her, and how lucky he was to have met her. Sometimes, he would take Vincent with him, and the dog would sit with them too.
When the starts were bright and the moon cast haunting silhouettes across the beach, he would bid her farewell with a sorrowful tone. He would get something to eat, if he felt like it. Often, he would skip most meals in a day. He just forgot, that was all.
Jack was concerned about him, he could tell by the way the man's eyes would linger on him a second longer than necessarily, the way he would watch him when he ate, or stare when he thought he wasn't looking. He knew that Jack only had good intentions, so he didn't really mind too much. Jack never interfered, even though he wanted to.
He would go to his tent and change, and lay listening to the quiet murmurs and the crackling fire until it sent him to sleep. If his tiredness didn't overcome him, he would get up and slip past those who were still awake and go to lie beside her. He always slept then.
He did the same everyday, like clockwork.
After all, who else could Sayid trust to do his duties?
Shannon's grave needed his company.
Fin.