Eulogy; #13-Grave
Title: Eulogy
Prompt: #13- Grave
Characters:Sam/Jack
Word count: 543
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Summary: Sam talks about Jack at his funeral.
Author's Note: I'm finally getting back to writing. Gah, it's been so long since I've written for this fandom. Not beta read.
Jack was 80 when he died. He would laugh if he knew the cause of death. He tripped walking down the flight of stairs to his friend's apartment, his bones too frail to endure the fall. Even though we knew that space travel would deprive the bones of their structure, he'd suffered greater injuries than this, battled worse foes. Yet, he died from a fall.
My tears were strangled when I heard the news. I didn't even get to say goodbye, even though I've repeated those lines before, facing far greater odds. I thought we were safe now. I guess we can never defeat death. I've gotten used to saying goodbye to loved ones, and the pain is always the same. This time, it stings differently.
I'm calm and composed during the funeral. People may reprimand me for this, but I've always been this way. I only cry and break down away from peoples' stares. They call my name, and everyone looks expectantly towards me. I suppose it's time for my speech, I'm not really paying attention now.
I force a smile on my face, but my voice gives away my inner pain. Cam and Daniel are supporting as ever, but they still have their loved ones to tend to. And though they loved Jack as much as I did, they weren't going to be the ones who missed the warmth from his side of the bed.
Just these thoughts are running through my head as I start to speak.
"I'm not going to pretend this is easy, and I'm not going to pretend that our relationship was perfect. But what we had, one part of it at least, is now gone." I take a deep breathe.
"I'm not sugar coating anything by not accepting that when I call out his name, he's not going to be there. But, I'm not going stop saying his name either. I'm not going to be that person who you're afraid to mention Jack's name around; he's not that kind of person either. In fact," I laugh softly, "he'd be offended that you'd ignored him for so long. So, I'm not going to stop talking about him. And how he'd stop by the grocery store like the rest of those old geezers, and mooch off their free coffee. I'm not going to stop thinking about how he'd window shop for Christmas and birthday presents month in advanced. I'm not going to stop living; he wouldn't want that. Even now, he's being a busy body upstairs. I'm going to keep calling for Jack, and even though he won't answer me, someday, he'll finally be able to say, 'Hey, Sam, what took you so long?' He's that kind of person. I'm sorry if you never knew him, and thank you for coming to celebrate his departure. Rest in peace, Jack."
I let out a heavy sigh as I walk off. I didn't know if what I said was appropriate or not, but knowing Jack, he wouldn't care. He was never one following protocol anyway. The guns fired in the background, as I stood between the warmth of Daniel and Cameron.
"Goodbye, Jack. I love you." I whispered, as I took a final glance, and stepped away from the grave.
Prompt: #13- Grave
Characters:Sam/Jack
Word count: 543
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Summary: Sam talks about Jack at his funeral.
Author's Note: I'm finally getting back to writing. Gah, it's been so long since I've written for this fandom. Not beta read.
Jack was 80 when he died. He would laugh if he knew the cause of death. He tripped walking down the flight of stairs to his friend's apartment, his bones too frail to endure the fall. Even though we knew that space travel would deprive the bones of their structure, he'd suffered greater injuries than this, battled worse foes. Yet, he died from a fall.
My tears were strangled when I heard the news. I didn't even get to say goodbye, even though I've repeated those lines before, facing far greater odds. I thought we were safe now. I guess we can never defeat death. I've gotten used to saying goodbye to loved ones, and the pain is always the same. This time, it stings differently.
I'm calm and composed during the funeral. People may reprimand me for this, but I've always been this way. I only cry and break down away from peoples' stares. They call my name, and everyone looks expectantly towards me. I suppose it's time for my speech, I'm not really paying attention now.
I force a smile on my face, but my voice gives away my inner pain. Cam and Daniel are supporting as ever, but they still have their loved ones to tend to. And though they loved Jack as much as I did, they weren't going to be the ones who missed the warmth from his side of the bed.
Just these thoughts are running through my head as I start to speak.
"I'm not going to pretend this is easy, and I'm not going to pretend that our relationship was perfect. But what we had, one part of it at least, is now gone." I take a deep breathe.
"I'm not sugar coating anything by not accepting that when I call out his name, he's not going to be there. But, I'm not going stop saying his name either. I'm not going to be that person who you're afraid to mention Jack's name around; he's not that kind of person either. In fact," I laugh softly, "he'd be offended that you'd ignored him for so long. So, I'm not going to stop talking about him. And how he'd stop by the grocery store like the rest of those old geezers, and mooch off their free coffee. I'm not going to stop thinking about how he'd window shop for Christmas and birthday presents month in advanced. I'm not going to stop living; he wouldn't want that. Even now, he's being a busy body upstairs. I'm going to keep calling for Jack, and even though he won't answer me, someday, he'll finally be able to say, 'Hey, Sam, what took you so long?' He's that kind of person. I'm sorry if you never knew him, and thank you for coming to celebrate his departure. Rest in peace, Jack."
I let out a heavy sigh as I walk off. I didn't know if what I said was appropriate or not, but knowing Jack, he wouldn't care. He was never one following protocol anyway. The guns fired in the background, as I stood between the warmth of Daniel and Cameron.
"Goodbye, Jack. I love you." I whispered, as I took a final glance, and stepped away from the grave.