Wow, two rewrites and a birthday fic in one day? I am a real legend. xD
The wind screamed mournfully, the dark clouds threatening to rain, and the cold morning dew on the grass sprayed up the legs of Jess Parker. Yet she didn't notice it; her grief costumed her entire conscience; mind, body and soul.
Jess stood, head bowed, at the graveside, her tears silent against the howling wind, whipping the too-big-for-her-frame military coat up against her legs. Abby and Connor were at the back of the small congregation, leaning on each other as if for support, their grief too much for tears. Matt, and few soldiers, and surprisingly Lester, lowered the coffin dutifully, their final service to their fallen comrade and friend.
They never thought it would be him to die next. Sure, Nick was shot by his psychotic wife because he kept the the secret of the anomalies from her; sure, Stephen sacrificed himself for the good of the whole world. But no-one expected the soldier boy to die so easily. He was a fighter, a soldier, so when a criminal killed him in the London riots it was shattering. The stupidity of his death made Jess want to laugh; a noble man should have a noble death, not some freak hitting him on the way to loot a television. She was so full of anger and sadness, and only kept bottling it up, she didn't get that one moment with him she so longingly wished to happen: She didn't know what else to do. As she dropped a lily on the coffin, she kissed the cross bearing his name, the last time his name would be written.
Captain Hilary Becker
9/4/1983 to 17/7/11
"Cause the sun dissipates
While it waits for a friend to arrive,
From the past while it pulls us around and around
While we wait."