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Homeless
This wasn't how it was supposed to be, wasn't how it should have ended. After all the missions, all the wars, the near-misses and the losses, we'd deserved better. We'd earned better. But Fate had thought differently, decided that twelve years was long enough for us to be happy. I might have been better able to deal with this had it happened off-world, in a fire-fight. Even an alien virus would have been preferable. But this...this I can't handle. Earth was supposed to be our safe-haven but that all changed four months ago. I'd been at work, finishing up some reports that had been laying on my desk for too long, when Jack walked in. I'd known the moment I saw his face that something was terribly wrong. I just never could have guessed...
"What happened?" I ask, attempting to stand but Jack places his hand on my shoulder to keep me seated. He doesn't remove it as he takes a seat opposite me. Oh, this is going to be bad.
"There's been an accident." Jack starts then takes a breath, seemingly trying to compose himself and I can hear the unshed tears in his voice. "Vala and Morgan, they were apparently on their way home from the mall when they were struck by another car. They-"
"Where are they? Are they in the infirmary?" I stand and move toward the door but Jack's voice stops me in my tracks.
"Danny, they didn't make it. They were already...gone before the emergency crews got there."
Everything in me froze in that moment and has yet to thaw. They were gone, just like that. My wife and little girl were gone and there was nothing I could do to bring them back. I hadn't been able to say goodbye, wasn't given the chance to tell them one last time just how much I love them. I vaguely remember collapsing into Jack's arms and being led to the infirmary where Dr. Lam sedated me. Everything after that passed in a fog.
Now, here I am, standing at the graves of my wife and daughter, wondering how I'm going to recover this time. Right now I'm not sure I want to recover. Why did they have to be taken away? Why am I always the one left behind? Why wasn't I with them? I should be with them. Maybe...
Before that thought has time to form, I feel a familiar hand on my shoulder. I should have known he'd find me.
"C'mon, Danny. It's time to go home."
I let Jack lead me away, not even noticing Sam driving away in my car as Jack gently settles me into his. One thought keeps pounding in my head. Home. Where is that? How can I tell him that my home was stolen from me on a busy city street four months ago?
The End