A/N: I've got five short little drabbles about various people visiting Janet's grave.
First one is General Hammond.
He had tried to tell himself that this death was no different than any of the others he had lost, but as General George Hammond stood over the grave of Doctor Janet Fraiser he knew this could not be farther from the truth.
There were a select few under his command that, though he could not admit it, he thought of as family. That he cared for more deeply than a commanding officer probably should. And the woman who rested beneath his feet was one of them.
He had tried to convince himself that it had not been his fault, but how could it not be. It had been his order that had thrown her directly into the line of enemy fire. He had read Doctor Jackson's report over and over again, the painstaking attention to detail hard to bear at times. It had been quick. It should have been some solace, but it was not.
The General let out a sigh as he placed a hand on the marble stone wishing he could take it back, to give Cassie her mother back. The world had not had its fill of Janet Fraiser and yet she was gone.