Title: Coming To Terms: Hammond
Author: Confushi Sushi
Email: confushi_sushi@hotmail.com
Category: Angst, Missing Scene/Epilogue
Spoilers: 718 Heroes 2
Rating: PG
Pairing(s):
Season: 7
Summary: Hammond comes to terms with the tragedy.
Disclaimer: Not mine. No $. I'll give 'em back when I'm done, I swear.
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It's times like these I wonder why I took this job in the first place. No matter where I turn we are always losing someone. Having someone die under your command is never an easy thing.
We know it comes with the job, but that's hardly any consolation to those that have to now go through life without someone they've come to depend on to be there.
Doctor Fraiser was one of the finest officers I have ever served with. More than once I've gone to her for her opinion on some matter. I know that her ideas will be morally sound. When I don't know what to do next she could help me to see angles I may have missed on my own.
I remember what I told Major Carter when she asked how I was holding up. It was all true; you need to see everyone under you as equals. Also true is that it never happens like that. You can't bond with everyone on the same level, nor can you avoid attachments to certain people. It just happens and you have to keep a clear head about it.
This command is missing something. I know that for SG-1 and myself, certainly most of the base, the infirmary will always be missing something. We could always depend on her to be there, to fix what was wrong. Now, we'll have to depend on someone else. Someone who we'll all be acutely aware isn't Doctor Fraiser.
The emptiness of the infirmary only accentuates the hole she left in our lives.
Author: Confushi Sushi
Email: confushi_sushi@hotmail.com
Category: Angst, Missing Scene/Epilogue
Spoilers: 718 Heroes 2
Rating: PG
Pairing(s):
Season: 7
Summary: Hammond comes to terms with the tragedy.
Disclaimer: Not mine. No $. I'll give 'em back when I'm done, I swear.
*
It's times like these I wonder why I took this job in the first place. No matter where I turn we are always losing someone. Having someone die under your command is never an easy thing.
We know it comes with the job, but that's hardly any consolation to those that have to now go through life without someone they've come to depend on to be there.
Doctor Fraiser was one of the finest officers I have ever served with. More than once I've gone to her for her opinion on some matter. I know that her ideas will be morally sound. When I don't know what to do next she could help me to see angles I may have missed on my own.
I remember what I told Major Carter when she asked how I was holding up. It was all true; you need to see everyone under you as equals. Also true is that it never happens like that. You can't bond with everyone on the same level, nor can you avoid attachments to certain people. It just happens and you have to keep a clear head about it.
This command is missing something. I know that for SG-1 and myself, certainly most of the base, the infirmary will always be missing something. We could always depend on her to be there, to fix what was wrong. Now, we'll have to depend on someone else. Someone who we'll all be acutely aware isn't Doctor Fraiser.
The emptiness of the infirmary only accentuates the hole she left in our lives.
