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She sat quietly in the corner while O'Neill talked with the CMO. Her dad lay where he died, one of the Tok'ra standing over him, speaking the ancient words of remembrance and farewell. When the Tok'rafinished she would resume her place atJacob's side to complete her own farewells and prepare herself to leave him.
He hadn't been out of her sight since she had been recalled to the base after he collapsed. Most of the time she had been sitting with him holding his hand. She absently rubbed her fingertips together, feeling the wrinkles. He had been sweaty and feverish and her hand felt as though it had been in water for days. She knew that for the rest of her life, the feeling of wrinkled fingertips would bring this moment back to her.
Soon she would have to leave. She would have to kiss him goodbye one last time and walk out of the room and leave him. She had an irrational fear of leaving him alone. She knew that he had not been frightened of dying, that he would want her to leave and get on with her life. But still, the little girl inside her did not want to leave her Dad alone in the dark.
She felt a gentle squeeze as O'Neill's hand settled on her shoulder. He walked with her to the bed and she felt his gaze on her as she leaned over to place a gentle kiss on her Dad's forehead. Already Jacob's skin was cool and waxy to the touch, so different to the last few days.
"Carter" O'Neill's voice was soft and gentle. "Thompson here is one of the medical orderlies. He's going to clean your Dad up a little and stay with him till the guys from level 23 come to get him." He didn't need to tell her that the morgue was on 23. "You can leave him in good hands, he won't be alone."
She glanced up at the young airman who stood respectfully on the other side of the bed. She knew logically that eventually Jacob would be left alone somewhere. It helped that she wasn't the one walking out the door and leaving him alone.
"Thank you" She gave Thompson a brief smile and gently squeezed her Dad's hand one last time. She said a final silent good bye and turned and walked out of the room. She felt O'Neill beside her and knew that he was grieving along with her. She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin and they walked away. She would carry out her Dad's last orders. He told her he wanted her to be happy, to have everything she wanted. She wouldn't let him down.