Spoilers: Maybe 'Heroes'
Season: Future
Content Warnings: Character Death
After the Crest of Grief
A cold rain fell, turning the dirt to mud and the mud to slush beneath their feet. General Jack O'Neill turned the collar of his coat up, shutting his eyes, his head bowed beneath the onslaught of both water and emotion.
"Uncle Jack." The quiet voice was accompanied by a gentle tug on his arm, and he forced himself to look into the eyes of the woman standing beside him.
"You haven't called me that in years, Cassie." He gave a bleak smile, lifting his hand to wipe the water - rainwater - from his eyes. Generals don't weep.
"And you are one of the few people that call me Cassie these days, so we're even." Cassandra Fraiser matched his smile, bleakness for bleakness.
They stood together, the tall brown haired woman beside the taller grey haired man, the rain dripping and puddling around them. It ran off the marble surface of the gravestone, etching the words deeper into it.
"Janet Fraiser. Mother Doctor Friend - never forgotten."
Cassandra's hand slid down Jack's arm until it reached his hand, where it crept its way into his tight grip. "You know, sometimes I can't remember what she looked like."
Long fingers moved slightly, rubbing gently across white knuckles. "It doesn't matter. You remember the important things. How much she loved you. How happy she was that you were her daughter, if only for a short time. You'll never forget that."
Water dropped tears from the trees.
"Do you still remember what he looked like?"
Jack didn't need to ask who she meant. He shook his head.
"No, not really. Not if I'm honest. I remember the face in the photos." He raised his free hand, as if to wipe the water away once more, before lowering it to his side again. "But I remember the laughter and the love, and that's enough."
"Yes. It is."
They stood for a few minutes more, their hands held as firmly as their memories.
A cold rain fell.
The End
Season: Future
Content Warnings: Character Death
After the Crest of Grief
A cold rain fell, turning the dirt to mud and the mud to slush beneath their feet. General Jack O'Neill turned the collar of his coat up, shutting his eyes, his head bowed beneath the onslaught of both water and emotion.
"Uncle Jack." The quiet voice was accompanied by a gentle tug on his arm, and he forced himself to look into the eyes of the woman standing beside him.
"You haven't called me that in years, Cassie." He gave a bleak smile, lifting his hand to wipe the water - rainwater - from his eyes. Generals don't weep.
"And you are one of the few people that call me Cassie these days, so we're even." Cassandra Fraiser matched his smile, bleakness for bleakness.
They stood together, the tall brown haired woman beside the taller grey haired man, the rain dripping and puddling around them. It ran off the marble surface of the gravestone, etching the words deeper into it.
"Janet Fraiser. Mother Doctor Friend - never forgotten."
Cassandra's hand slid down Jack's arm until it reached his hand, where it crept its way into his tight grip. "You know, sometimes I can't remember what she looked like."
Long fingers moved slightly, rubbing gently across white knuckles. "It doesn't matter. You remember the important things. How much she loved you. How happy she was that you were her daughter, if only for a short time. You'll never forget that."
Water dropped tears from the trees.
"Do you still remember what he looked like?"
Jack didn't need to ask who she meant. He shook his head.
"No, not really. Not if I'm honest. I remember the face in the photos." He raised his free hand, as if to wipe the water away once more, before lowering it to his side again. "But I remember the laughter and the love, and that's enough."
"Yes. It is."
They stood for a few minutes more, their hands held as firmly as their memories.
A cold rain fell.
The End
