There’s not much Sayid gen fic out there, but here are four that I particularly like - all pretty sad. Sayid fic just has to be sad, doesn’t it?
Europe Catches Cold by
bachlava (R)
He walks to and from work, avoiding the metro. It’s seven kilometres between the apartment and Le Portail d’Arabie; Sayid takes in everything he sees and tries to think of none
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