Jack's POV
I know I have to talk to Sam about what is included in Janet's will and power of attorney, but is it to soon to do this?
Can she handle what is contained inside?
Can I?
I mean, am I ready for this? The very last of Janet Fraiser to be handed out like candy on Halloween?
I know I have to do this, Janet asked me to do this. I know I have to, but why is this so hard?
So as I walk slowly out into the kitchen, I am worried about what I am going to find. When Sam stormed out of Cassie's room before, I thought it would take a sheer miracle to get her out of the bathroom.
I was surprised when I heard the shower start up.
So I climb up onto one of the bar stools and drink my orange juice.
She comes slowly into the kitchen, I can feel her eyes on me.
"Sam..."
She doesn't answer me at first. And I get worried
So I continue.
"You know this isn't your fault right. You didn't do this. Cassie is wrong."
"I know, I know deep down inside."
We sit there in silence for a bit longer. I am not sure how to broach the subject with her.
"Sam, Janet...she came to be a while before...."
She just looks at me, waiting, eyes wide.
"She came to me to ask if she could make me a co-trustee for her will and power of attorney."
"I thought I was...." "You still are Sam, she just thought that if something ever happened to her, you would have a lot..."
The look on her face show me that she knows what I am talking about, about what I am thinking...good because this is so hard.
"She wanted to make sure you had someone to help me."
"Yes."
"That's good."
"We need to talk about this..."
"I know, but not right now okay. Today is going to be hard enough, its not going to hurt to wait another day."
"No its not, and its okay."
"Good."
She is very quiet this morning, who wouldn't be.
Cassie just got into the shower, she stayed in her room after Sam left. Not knowing what to do.
I know she felt guilty about saying that to Sam, she told me as much.
We are all testy these days. The stress is getting to us all.
"I am going to get dressed, we have to be at the SGC in little over an hour." She says to me before leaving behind her coffee and half eaten muffin.
"Alright." I reply and look back down at my empty glass. Its going to be a long day.
About 30 minutes later Cassie is sitting on the couch all ready to go, and Sam is in the kitchen, again. All dressed in her blues and waiting for me.
Janet's ceremony is at the SGC then we are heading out to the cemetery.
The General had planned a little something afterwards at his house, but I doubt we will be in any shape to enjoy it.
I can tell by the look in Sam's and Cassie's eyes that they aren't even enjoying me being here.
Yes I am being sarcastic.
I am not happy either right now.
But I am happy that I have Sam and Cassie here with me to help me, and for me to help them.
That's all that really matters.
I walk out into the kitchen and Sam looks up at me, the usual flare isn't there when she looks at me, but she doesn't look away either.
"Are you ready?" I ask.
"No, but we have to go anyway."
They both follow me out the door and climb in my truck.
Needless to say it was a very quiet ride to the SGC.
The only positive thing that happened was that Sam took my right hand and held on to it, like I was her only lifeline.
'I am here for you Sam, don't ever doubt that.' I say to myself, almost willing for her to hear me.
We arrive and I hold open the door for Sam and Cassie and we walk in together.
Moments later after the saddened hellos, and how are yous, from everyone we are in the gateroom.
The General is the only one who is going to speak here. I am afraid that if I had to nothing would come out. As much as I have to say about the good doctor, right now, I couldn't say any of those things.
I look over at Sam, she is standing next to me, close but not to close, and I know for a fact, she is hold in her tears, and if given the opportunity to speak, well it wouldn't happen either.
I envy Cassie right now, she is allowed to show feelings, show emotion, cry out right in public. I think that half this room would be much better off right now given the opportunity to do that very thing.
"Today we are gathered here to honor a solider, a friend, a mother, a sister to us all who has died..."
That's all I hear, and that's when Sam grabbed onto my hand and didn't let go.
I know I have to talk to Sam about what is included in Janet's will and power of attorney, but is it to soon to do this?
Can she handle what is contained inside?
Can I?
I mean, am I ready for this? The very last of Janet Fraiser to be handed out like candy on Halloween?
I know I have to do this, Janet asked me to do this. I know I have to, but why is this so hard?
So as I walk slowly out into the kitchen, I am worried about what I am going to find. When Sam stormed out of Cassie's room before, I thought it would take a sheer miracle to get her out of the bathroom.
I was surprised when I heard the shower start up.
So I climb up onto one of the bar stools and drink my orange juice.
She comes slowly into the kitchen, I can feel her eyes on me.
"Sam..."
She doesn't answer me at first. And I get worried
So I continue.
"You know this isn't your fault right. You didn't do this. Cassie is wrong."
"I know, I know deep down inside."
We sit there in silence for a bit longer. I am not sure how to broach the subject with her.
"Sam, Janet...she came to be a while before...."
She just looks at me, waiting, eyes wide.
"She came to me to ask if she could make me a co-trustee for her will and power of attorney."
"I thought I was...." "You still are Sam, she just thought that if something ever happened to her, you would have a lot..."
The look on her face show me that she knows what I am talking about, about what I am thinking...good because this is so hard.
"She wanted to make sure you had someone to help me."
"Yes."
"That's good."
"We need to talk about this..."
"I know, but not right now okay. Today is going to be hard enough, its not going to hurt to wait another day."
"No its not, and its okay."
"Good."
She is very quiet this morning, who wouldn't be.
Cassie just got into the shower, she stayed in her room after Sam left. Not knowing what to do.
I know she felt guilty about saying that to Sam, she told me as much.
We are all testy these days. The stress is getting to us all.
"I am going to get dressed, we have to be at the SGC in little over an hour." She says to me before leaving behind her coffee and half eaten muffin.
"Alright." I reply and look back down at my empty glass. Its going to be a long day.
About 30 minutes later Cassie is sitting on the couch all ready to go, and Sam is in the kitchen, again. All dressed in her blues and waiting for me.
Janet's ceremony is at the SGC then we are heading out to the cemetery.
The General had planned a little something afterwards at his house, but I doubt we will be in any shape to enjoy it.
I can tell by the look in Sam's and Cassie's eyes that they aren't even enjoying me being here.
Yes I am being sarcastic.
I am not happy either right now.
But I am happy that I have Sam and Cassie here with me to help me, and for me to help them.
That's all that really matters.
I walk out into the kitchen and Sam looks up at me, the usual flare isn't there when she looks at me, but she doesn't look away either.
"Are you ready?" I ask.
"No, but we have to go anyway."
They both follow me out the door and climb in my truck.
Needless to say it was a very quiet ride to the SGC.
The only positive thing that happened was that Sam took my right hand and held on to it, like I was her only lifeline.
'I am here for you Sam, don't ever doubt that.' I say to myself, almost willing for her to hear me.
We arrive and I hold open the door for Sam and Cassie and we walk in together.
Moments later after the saddened hellos, and how are yous, from everyone we are in the gateroom.
The General is the only one who is going to speak here. I am afraid that if I had to nothing would come out. As much as I have to say about the good doctor, right now, I couldn't say any of those things.
I look over at Sam, she is standing next to me, close but not to close, and I know for a fact, she is hold in her tears, and if given the opportunity to speak, well it wouldn't happen either.
I envy Cassie right now, she is allowed to show feelings, show emotion, cry out right in public. I think that half this room would be much better off right now given the opportunity to do that very thing.
"Today we are gathered here to honor a solider, a friend, a mother, a sister to us all who has died..."
That's all I hear, and that's when Sam grabbed onto my hand and didn't let go.