Its hard to
I can't accept it.
I won't give up on him. No one gets left behind. No one. Seven years,
god knows how many missions, he never left me behind.
I understand better than anyone that stasis is the best thing for him.
But knowing that doesn't make it any easier. He isn't here. He'll return
to us, but not yet. I don't know when. It could be weeks it could be
There is no pointless banter.
There are no bets.
There is no sarcasm when facing terrifying things.
There are just memories.
As I pace around his house for the hundreth time this week, I keep
hearing his voice, feeling his touch, seeing him. And then I blink, and,
and he's gone.
I can hear his laughter.
I've taken things - little things - that no one will miss. Photos,
videos, just little things to keep him in my mind. Although I'm sure he'll
always be there anyway. Even in my sleep I see him.
Teal'C has been a huge help to me. He doesn't say much, he never did.
But he never needed to. We don't need words.
I'd better go. I hate this place, I hate everywhere he was, I hate
being there, and I love it, and I don't want to leave, all at the same
I can still see his frozen face.
I can still see it.