Title: Widow's Watch
Rating: G
Summary: Waiting was always the hardest part of being left behind.
Oo, look, first person! Which I have decided, by the way, I am never going to write fanfiction in again. Too easy to slip out of character.
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They used to call the third floor room 'Widow's Watch'. From there you could look out on the world, in any direction, for miles.
Women whose husbands were out at sea would stand here, watching the ocean, praying to see a ship on the wave-tossed horizon...
And all too often, their loves, their sons and fathers, their family… didn't come home.
I know how they feel.
Sam stared at the Stargate, trying to will it to activate, unaware that her fingers were twisting the hem of her black Tee into knots.
The dead silence of the briefing room- the entire base- spoke eloquently enough for her.
…come back…