Tragedy

childofspacegypsy1

The band that plays together, suffers together. Written for word prompt - Tragedy.

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The dim lighting barely illuminated the five people in the front row.

"Samantha," Vala leaned to the side, bringing her face close to Sam's. "Can I borrow another tissue?" She sniffed loudly.

"Of…course." Sam's voice was thick with unshed tears.

Vala took a deep breath and let it out shakily. She pressed the tissue to her mouth in an attempt to conceal another whimpered sob and quietly reached for the warm hand resting on her thigh.

A series of soft hiccupped sniffles came from her other side and she glanced back at Sam with a look of sympathy.

"For cryin' out loud." Jack's hash voice came out at a forced whisper. "Will the two of you knock it off. I'm tryin' to sleep through this to save my sanity."

The two women glared at him as he shifted in his seat. "Tragedy, my ass. I've seen tragedy. This is torture. Plain and simple."

With a simultaneous roll of their eyes Sam and Vala returned their watery eyed attention back to the stage.

"ColonelCarter? Might ColonelMitchell and myself acquire some of your Kleenex?"