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The Diary Part 2
A/N This continues @ladymeraud and I's previous work, The Diary. It is a one shot in the same universe. Enjoy.
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Dr. Frank Randall loathes Scotland. It is where his ex girlfriend lives with her husband. Both are successful, damn their eyes! She runs a small hospital and he a quite successful wine and whisky company. Yet, he finds himself entering the University of Glasgow. He knows universities, having a Professorship at Harvard though without tenure. This nags at him as he enters the lecture he was searching for, book in hand.
A Dr. A. Reed was teaching. He isn’t sure if he is searching for a man or woman, as the book has no author’s photo. He just knows he needs to speak to this A. Reed. He has some questions. So thinking, he slips into the back row.
She is an older woman, he discovers. She wears jeans, a large tie-dyed t-shirt, and doc martin boots. Her long grey hair is in a ponytail.
“Okay everyone. This is the last class before yule and Hogmanay. You have your folders for next year when we will start the study of South America and Africa. Now would Master William and Mistress Amber please come up to the lectern.” The two walk up. Frank notes that William has red hair like his nemesis, Jamie, his Claire’s husband. His eyes narrow as Dr. A Reed continues, “Master William and Mistress Amber have the highest GPA this quarter. I am proud of them and all of you, as you all have A’s. Well done, the lot of you!” The class applauds itself and it’s star students. Frank just rolls his eyes. On the lectern, she hands William and Amber bags of things they will enjoy.
Everyone stands to leave. William says to his professor, “You are coming to Lallybroch for Hogmanay, aren’t you. My brother will be very disappointed if you don’t . He and Claire are looking forward to you being there.”
“You may tell them that I will be there and to ring me if I need to bring anything.” He nods and walks away as Frank approaches. “Hello, I saw you enter my class but I don’t think I know you.”
“Professor Frank Randall, of Harvard.” Arrogance drips from every word. Dr. Reed forces herself not to roll her eyes.
“Dr. A. Reed. How may I help you Mr. Randall?” No master honorific for him.
He holds up her book. “You write about the atrocities that you say the British committed against the Scots. Do you really believe this?” He refrains from showing his disgust by spitting on the floor “What prove have you?”
“Mr. Randall, a relative of a certain lieutenant, I presume?” She raises her eyebrows and he nods, curtly, “Follow me. I will show you several diaries that prove it.”
She opens a door in the back and leads him down a small hall and into her office. It is bright and cheery. The walls are lined with bookcases. Several contain binders. Off her desk, to the side of it, is a white box. It is hermetically sealed, with twelve books in it.
“That one,” she catches his glance of it, “I can’t open. The books inside are over three hundred years old. Their contents, however, are in these binders. She pulls a few down and offers him a seat across from her. “You said you needed prove, Mr. Randall and here it is.” She opens the first page. It is a photocopy of the front of a diary, showing it belonged to Jonathan Wolverton Randall, aka, Black Jack, of his Majesty’s Light Dragoons. “In his own words.” She turns a few pages and finds what she is looking for. Without preamble, she starts reading.
“The woman slapped me! She is English but married to a Barbaric Scot. I will have fun with her. I have Jamie in my hands. I was going to hang him but I think I will have some fun with him first, then hang what is left of him. That witch of a wife has taken my prize. I will find him!” She closes it. “It goes on and on. I have copies of Jamie and Claire ‘s diaries, from the same time period, that authentic what is in this one. I do my research Mr. Randall. Oh, several of the men working under him found that they enjoyed his brand of governance. I have their writings as well.”
“May I have copies of these? I have some questions about my family that I believe they will answer.” He is quite a bit humbler now.
She nods. “I will make you some copies.”
He left Glasgow with the copies in his bag. Entering his hotel, he orders dinner and some gin. It will be a long night.
Reading them through, he discovers that he is a relative of Black Jack’s and that Jamie Fraser lived in France and was only in Scotland by chance. He knows, as he boards his plane back to Harvard, that he will need to look into the history of the English and Scot’s in a different way.
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by Reneeyanceywriter
LadyMeraud and I''s latest.
Background: In 1740’s, Mary and William are King and queen in the English Kingdom, including Ireland and Scotland. They have died with no issue so William the Orange becomes King. After, James, brother of Mary takes over the throne because the Kingdom wants a Catholic King and William the Orange is Protestant. This is a story of ‘ what if'. What if James was made King of England, what then would happen to Scotland and England? This is the story, Outlander style with our favorite people. This will be a fluffy story.
Words: 798, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Outlander & Related Fandoms
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Claire Beauchamp, Jamie Fraser, Ellen MacKenzie Fraser, Brian Fraser, Julia Beauchamp, Henry Beauchamp
Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser
Additional Tags: Fluff, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Cross-Posted on Tumblr
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Gold Dust Woman Chapter 17
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They find Boone bigger then expected but smaller than New York. They will be there a week, mainly on vacation. Mary and Claire share a rented cabin near the festival. All share spaces.
One morning, Claire gets up needing fresh air. She asks Jamie to take a horse ride. “I haven’t been on a horse for years and would love to ride with you.” Said with a straight face.
“A ride lass?” he is smirking, “would you wish to ride with me or on your own.” His smile would melt chocolate.
“Well,” she draws it out, “I would like to ride with you. You have more experience with horse flesh, you see. I can ride on your back.”
She walks towards the stables with a swish of her hips that has him thinking indecent thoughts. Lord, she will be the death of him.
“So, you want to ride my back, lass? Won’t that be taken our friendship to something else? For, I don’t let just anyone ride me.” He replies after picking his face up.
“I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Fraser.” She looks over her shoulder, given him a shy smile with sultry eyes and swaying hips. Jamie has known for a while that he was in love with her but now, what game is she about?
They enter the stables and walk over to a beast of a horse, a black named Thunder. Alex, in charge of the stables, frowns. “You don’t want to be playing with that one. He has his own head and it is a stubborn one.”
Jamie laughs. “I have one like him in Scotland. A clodheid named Donas.”
Claire walks right up to Thunder and whispers Gaelic words to him. The beast is soon nuzzling her hand while the man stand and stare, wide eyed, neither believing it.
“That one is a keeper.” Alex says to Jamie.
“Aye.”
Thunder it is. They mount him, with Claire holding tight to his back. As they head out she whispers, “Mo dhuine milis their air turas mi.” to him. He starts the horse, at a gallop, towards the lake. Thunder wants to run and doesn’t stop until he reaches water.
“Come, take a swim with me.” Claire says.
“We have no clothes to get in the water with.”
She grins, “So.” As she starts to pull her clothes off. Finally, down to her knickers, which she flips on to the shore beside him before slipping in.
After he catches his breath, he does the same. When he gets down to his boxers, he paused, facing her and making sure he has her attention before slipping them down.
“I am disappointed you didn’t go commando.” She states.
He shrugs. “I usually do.” Before joining her. He takes her waist, pulling her close, before kissing her hard. They both know this will change everything.
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All's Fair
A/N Dear gentle reader, I would not start a new story. But this came to my head, and I had to get it out. This will be a short story but with our favorite people. I credit anyone who has had this story before. @ladymeraud
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She sits on the stern of the ship as it makes its way across the English Channel heading to England and the Evac Hospital that awaits her. How did she end up here? She wanted to be a botanist, not a nurse in the middle of a bloody war! Would Geillis be sent to Paris and her Uncle Lamb back to Egypt?
It was those thoughts that made her legs waver and had Geillis sitting her down and running to fetch water for her. She fears being alone, like she almost was at five, when her parents passed.
A boating accident whilst they were on vacation took their lives. Luckily, for her, she was at their cabin on Loch Lomond, with her nanny when it happened.
Her uncle was called, by her nanny. She recalled him coming from Egypt, where he served as a curator for the Egyptian Museum in Cairo. He packed her bags up and they moved to Egypt.
Her uncle worked with a long time friend, Yussef. Yussef’s mum became a type of second mum to her. Nubia took care of her and her Uncle Lamb.
She spent as many hours at Nubia’s house as she does her and Uncle Lamb ‘s. There she learns Egyptian and Farsi. She teaches her to cook and clean, how to sew and embroider. Claire learns the Egyptian stitch, which she makes into chains that become blankets. It is a skill that Nubia learned from her own great-grandmother.
As the years went on, Claire realizes that Uncle Lamb and Yussef are more than good friends. It doesn’t bother her.
Uncle Lamb was offered a position on a research project that took him to Mexico and South America. Though Nubia offered to look after Claire, Uncle Lamb took her with him. There she added Portuguese and Spanish to her vocabulary. While in Argentina, a bit of German, as well.
When they made it back to Egypt, Nubia continues her education, teaching her about plants and their many uses. That is when Claire decided she wanted to be a botanist.
When she turns fifteen, Uncle Lamb moves them to England so she can take her tests and finish her education at Oxford. She is admitted to Oxford University at sixteen. Her uncle takes a job as a Professor of History. They keep in touch with Yussef and Nubia through letters written in Arabic, which Claire writes and speaks well.
Her thoughts of the past are interrupted when Geillis returns with the water. They are almost at London and the waiting Evac Hospital. Her thoughts turn from the past to the future and her boyfriend, Frank.
They meet at Oxford, in the one class she didn’t test out of, history. He pursued her desperately. They went on two dates but, she wasn’t in love with him and had given thought to contact him before the accident.
She was in the middle of finishing her schooling. Hitler and the Nazis were making more and more noise in Europe. A war was inevitable. Claire understood that a botanist wasn’t needed but a nurse was. She changed course and went after her nursing degree at the John Radcliffe. By September of 1938, the Nazis were bombing England. Though war hadn’t been officially declared, it was only a matter of time. Claire is ready as an official nurse.
Geillis comes and asks if she is ready to move downstairs, to their room, as night falls. Two strong men help Geillis carry her down and get her settled. She dreams of her Uncle Lamb.
In January of 1939, on the cusp of war, they start gathering doctors and nurses, taking them to the ports ready to head to France. Frank went with her to the train station. Before she climbs onboard, he slips a ring on her finger.
“A promise ring, Claire. A promise that, when you return, we will be married.”
Internally, she is rolling her eyes. He isn’t the man for her but, right now, he is the only person in her life. She enters the train and a whole new world.
Getting to France was easier then they thought, as the Nazis had yet to start bombing the coastlines.
Once they arrived in La Herve, they debarked the boats and were sent by trucks towards the new hospitals that are being set up to attend to British and French wounded.
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Gold Dust Woman Chapter 19
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She is dressed in black jeans and a black silk shirt. He laughs when he sees her for he wears black jeans and a black shirt, as well.
“Great minds.” He says before kissing her hard, “Come Milady. It is time to feed you.”
He drives them to a BBQ restaurant, The Pedalin’ Pig, that the locals rave about. They order food and drinks as a band starts up. They are good.
Claire drunk is a sight. He has only seen her drunk once. Then she flirted with all around her. Now, her entire focus is in him. Unfortunately, he is to drunk to do a thing about it.
An Uber is ordered and Jamie directs the driver to head back to the cabins. Claire leans against him, falling asleep on the ride back. Once there, he carries her up the stairs, swaying himself under the effect of alcohol. Making it to his room, he falls on the bed, taken her with him.
A few hours later, Claire woke, uncomfortable in her clothes and needing the loo. A large Scot and a red blanket hold her fast.
She pushes on him. “Push off. I need the loo.”
He grumbles something and rolls on his back, freeing her.
She uses the loo and then strips off her clothes. She finds one of Jamie’s oversized, to her anyway, shirts and slips it on. Then she rejoins him.
He looks yummy. Leaning over, she presses her lips to his. It doesn’t take long before he is kissing her back. They kiss languidly for a moment.
“Give me a moment, Claire.” He also needs the loo. He too gets out of his heavy clothes, rejoining her in just his boxers.
They are both still drunk.
“Leanen, I want to continue to kiss you and service you well but, we are both still drunk and it wouldn’t be as good as it could be.” She sighs against him. “So, let’s get to know each other. You have told me about yourself. Let me tell you about my family.”
She laughs. “How many generations back?”
He tells her of his parents falling in love at upper school and how their parents didn’t wish them to marry until after uni.
“They still live at Lallybroch with lots of farmhands to help. My best mate, who is like a brother to me, Ian, he runs the books for them. I have an adopted brother, Fergus, who they adopted from France, but no other brothers or sisters.” He chuckles, “I will have two careers once da retired. He is a stubborn Scot though so who knows when that will be.”
“What made you choice security work?”
“I wished to be a police officer but, that would have taken me away from the Highlands. This way, I can still live at Lallybroch.” He kisses her and then she lays her head on his chest. Holding her close, he continues, “After the tour, will you come back there with me?”
She nods before saying, “Yes.”
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A Little Change in History Chapter 40
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Five months into the future
Claire walks around the surgery with her huge bump leading the way. Her husband has urged her to slow down. She would like to but, with other pregnant women to look after, not to mention, those hurt in the process of bringing in the harvest, she simply can’t. She does promise not to overdo it.
Later, she is in her garden, pulling weeds with Mary when Jamie walks up. His hand is wrapped in a bloody rag. She jumps to her feet, swaying a bit, to be steadied by Mary.
“What have you done?” she demands.
“I cut it on one of the plow ropes. Shall my healer wife fix it?” he blinks at her in the owlish way he has. She fights a smile before a laugh escapes.
“Yes, you ridiculous human being.”
A year later
Claire lays on the bed in the Laird’s room, Faith cuddles by her side. Jamie holds their newest bairn, a son named Brian.
“He is a handsome lad, is he not?” Claire gives an exhausted smile from the bed. He is. Faith, born eighteen months earlier was the vision of her. Now walking and talking as she chases after her cousins, she is their heart. Brian, with his red hair and slanted blue eyes, is Jamie all over.
He is as busy as ever. With more Mackenzie ‘s arriving after the unexpected death of Hamish from the flu, he put his sister, Jenny, in charge of them. The lands and whisky flourish’s and all are happy and healthy.
Five Years Later
Brian, the future Laird, runs up to his dad. Jamie is working in the stables. The horses are profitable also with a plan his wife and himself came up with. Some are bred for the Scottish army who are keeping the British away. Jamie is checking on a new foal when his son makes his breathless arrival.
“Da, you must come quickly . Man is having the bairn!”
It is there forth child. A daughter rests in the Kirk yard, having been born still. Jamie was there for every delivery.
He runs in to join her. He arrives just as she is delivered of a lad. Mackenzie James, they have decided before hand to name him. He is redheaded and perfect, like his brother. Jamie kisses her forehead and his new son’s before placing his forehead to Claire’s, “Tha gaol agam ort.” He whispers to her. Claire repeats it before her contractions restart.
Five minutes later, a lass is delivered. Alexandra Henrietta joins her brother. She is as braw and redheaded as her brother.
Claire cries with joy as the midwife cleans the children. Jamie holds her, whispering prayers of thanks. This brand new world they have created will last forever now.
The end
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A Little Change in History Chapter 36
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Mr. Foster, as he was known in the British army, lost his uniform when he wouldn’t rape a woman that his commanding officer, Jonathan Randall, aka Black Jack, had stolen for him. After being court martialed for disobeying an order, he was sold to Fraser after the war was over.
He was first placed with the horses and cows. The quietness of his work helped to settle his mind. Jamie then talked of sending him to the distillery, knowing with his military background, he would be an asset anywhere on property.
“You Jeremy, can be trusted to keep the estate safe were anything to happen to me.” He told him.
Though he didn’t know a thing about running a distillery, he has a quick mind. This was all before Claire.
He is smitten with her at first sight. Within a week of her arrival, they are walking and talking together in the evening. Until she fell for another. Now he wishes to be out of Scotland. Maybe to the colonies.
The newlyweds get into a routine. She moves in with him into the Laird’s room in the main house. The surgery becomes just a place to work.
As the distillery becomes more an actual work and less a dream, she starts heading out there at lunch. Her reasons are two fold, one to see her husband and two to check if anyone needs her help. Building and fire sometimes don’t mix well together.
One afternoon as she approaches, she sees Jamie and Jeremy on the roof of the building. Jeremy is behind him. As she moves closer, he seems to push her husband off the roof! She starts to run. Jamie is on his back. As she reaches him, Jeremy grins at them before taken off at a run.
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Gold Dust Woman Chapter 12
As always, thanks are due to @ladymeraud for her awesome outline
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When she is released from the hospital a week later, Jamie and his team are there to take her to Glasgow. Mrs. Fitz insisted that she stay with her and Geillis. He feels better with her being around family and leaves Willie to guard her. He returns to Lallybroch to prepare for her tour.
Claire contacted the rest of her band, Mary, Steven and, Arthur and they come to Glasgow prepared to rehearse. There is only one problem, finding a space big enough. When Jamie returns to finalize tour plans, with Willie, who will be coming with him, she asks him about it.
“Do you know of any place about here, big enough to rehearse in?”
He immediately thinks of Lallybroch. “Aye, my home, Lallybroch. It has an old barn that we rent out as a wedding venue and some crofts we rent out in the summer months. You and the band are welcome to come there and rehearse. The fresh air might do you some good.”
Fresh air sounds lovely and a secluded property in the Scottish Highlands a perfect place to recover from her gunshot wound. “Thank you. We will take it.”
The next morning, Claire and her band mates drove up to the gate around Lallybroch. She presses to intercom button. “Hello?” a female Scottish voice inquires.
“Hello, I am Claire Beauchamp. Jamie sent me and my band here to practice.”
“Aye you are expected. Come in,” The gate opens, “and come up to the main house and we shall get you sorted. I am Jenny, Jamie’s sister.”
They drive up to the main house, a towering manor house that looks as old as the land. Claire is impressed. Jenny meets them. She is short and dark to his height and light. Sweet though, she greets them with a smile, her high ponytail swinging and directs them to the crofts and barn.
“It is clean and ready for use. We have bands here with the weddings. They always sound good.”
“The acoustics will be wonderful here.” Claire declares. Mary stands beside her, ready to offer aid, if necessary. She is still a bit light on her feet.
She shows her the crofts. They each have one of their own. They are a five minute walk away. Perfect.
The barn is the perfect place and rehearse goes well. They are still searching for the sound they had before the accident.
One evening, Jamie leans against the open barn door and watches her at the piano. She is in her element. He will have to be careful to maintain a professional distance over the tour.
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Gold Dust Woman Chapter 18
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As the swam around after that breathtaking kiss, Claire says, “I have decided I don’t want to be friends.” His eyebrows go up and he gives her a stern look. “Now don’t look at me like that. I mean I wish to be more then friends.”
“Ah, and what would that look like?” he asks, treading water as he studies her. She is on her back, floating, and he tries not to be distracted by her body as he waits on her answer.
“There is a pull between us. You are my muse. I wouldn’t have written half the songs I have without you. Ever since you rescued me from Frank, it has grown stronger and stronger. As you stand behind me or before me to stop men from being eegits, it has… In honesty, I have fallen for you Jamie. I didn’t mean to but I have. You are the missing pieces of my heart.”
She moves fully back into the water and waits. He lifts her lowered chin with his index finger. “Tha gaol agam ort mo sorcha.” He confesses in a whisper.
Her whole face comes alive in a smile as she replies, “Tha gaol agam ort mo seumas.”
He takes her lips again and her long legs come up, wrapping around him as an anchor. Again, it leaves them breathless. She feels his reaction against her.
He confirms it when he says, “Aye, I would take you right here, if I didn’t wish you spread out on a bed so I could properly service you.”
She laughs as they climb out to lay in the sun to dry off. As they lay on the grass beside where Thunder was grazing, he whines at Claire.
“I believe you have found a friend in that wild beast.” Jamie comments, turning on his side to address her.
“Now don’t call him that. He is a sweetie.” She declares. Raising, she gives him quite a show as she walks over to the creature naked and nuzzles him. He watches for a moment before raising himself and getting dressed. Gathering up her clothes, he joins them.
When she is dressed and remounted in front of him, he asks, “ Do you have another song in you, mo sorcha?”
Settling back against him, she nods before speaking. “I do. You will hear it on Friday at the festival.”
Thunder runs like the wind. He is slowed as they approach Alex and the stables and leads our a whiney. He likes to run. “ruithidh sinn a-rithist a-maireach(we will run again tomorrow).” Claire tells him.
They walk away hand in hand after turning Thunder over to Alex.
The rest of the week sees Claire busy preparing for the concert. She is writing new songs with Jamie in mind. He loves her and she him, this is a miracle to her. Someone who just loves her without wanting anything from her, just her. She thinks of how protective he is, always there when she needs him but letting her handle what she can on her own.
The song is called ‘ Hero’ and fits him to perfection.
When there is a knock on the door, she hides her notepad before answering it. Her love stands there, white rose in hand. He bows and hands it to her. “Come, my love. I am taken you out to dinner and then somewhere to properly service you.”
A/N Hero is a Mariah Carey song.😍
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A Little Change in History Chapter 37
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As Claire kneels beside her husband, frantic hands checking for any life threatening injuries, the men take off after Jeremy. He is, right now, the least of her concerns.
Head, back, nothing seems broken. Gentle hands move his neck and she sees one of his eyes open. Thank God that he has returned to consciousness.
“How is it, my Lord, that you can open one eye and yet, can’t blink?” Her relief makes her giddy.
“I don’t know.” He moves, just a tiny bit, “Owe, my head.”
“Let’s get you up.” Over her shoulder, “Gentlemen, please help me get his Lordship into the surgery.”
Her Ladyship’s words are instantly obeyed. As the men surround Jamie and help him up, he asked,” What happened?”
“You don’t recall?” a shake of his head produces another wince. “ Jeremy pushed you off!” Her eyes glow in rage, even as she tries to keep her voice steady, as befitting her station.
He frowns as they take the last steps into the surgery, the dimness of it relieving his head some. The smells of peppermint and chamomile are relaxing as well.
He recalls falling but not being pushed. Why would Jeremy Foster push him off the roof. He vows to find out. Now upright, he realizes some of his other body parts hurt as well.
He is laid down just as the men enter, the man himself, thrown over one’s shoulder.
“My Lord and Lady, we found ‘im in one o’ the caves. He was a hiding and fought us a bit at the capture. I hit ‘im.” He says proudly. Claire wouldn’t care if he had killed him. The man might have killed her husband.
“Thank you. Lay him over there. I will see to him later. Please inform the army so they can pick him up.”
“My Lady.” After depositing his dead weight, carelessly placing him against a wall, he bowed to them both and the men headed out.
Jamie is dosed with willow bark tea and his wife carefully checks him over. Other then bruising and a bump on his head, he seems to be fine. Breathing out in relief, she orders him to rest.
Her other patient is resting but she doesn’t care. Walking over, she slaps him across the face, rousing him. Then she walks away, fearing she would do worse if she remained in his presence.
In the morning, Jamie woke feeling much better. His headache is almost completely gone and, with a bit of stretching to help with the stiffness, his neck feels better. He looks to Jeremy, awake and restrained on the other bed. Claire, after calming marginally down, has seen to that. He walks over.
“Why?” he asked.
The other man smirks up at him. “You took Claire from me.”
He shakes his head and walks away, seeking the army.
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Gold Dust Woman Chapter 10
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Claire returns to the car after getting information on the bank. Frank keeps his gun on her as they start driving. Her overwrought nerves have her driving fast.
“Slow down, my wife,” he orders, his voice sickly sweet, “you wouldn’t wish to get us pulled over.”
“Wouldn’t I? Then they can deal with you.” He presses the gun closer to her head. With a wince, she slows down. It is just in time. Someone is in the road.
The man wears a kilt, tall with an almost complete bald head. He is waving them down.
“Don’t you dare!” Frank grouses. He moves the gun from her head to her side.
“It would be more suspicious if we didn’t stop.” She pulls over.
“Thank you lass. My car stopped running a kilometer back. I have been walking towards town. A ride the rest of the way would be most appreciated.” He sees the gun and hand signals to Jamie, approaching from the side, out of sight of the couple Dougal keeps the attention on himself as Jamie and the others come from the back.
Frank makes a rude English noise. “Go to hell!” No, there will be nothing that stops him from getting Claire ‘s money. He has went this far, he will do whatever it takes, kill whoever he has to. He brings the gun up.
Unseen, moving under the open window, Jamie and Angus approach Frank. On the other side, Willie and Rupert move to help Dougal and get Claire out.
“Move this car!” Frank orders Claire. Things happen fast then. Jamie and Angus get to him. His door is jerked open and he is jerked out. There is a struggle for the gun and it goes off. On the other side, Claire falls into Dougal’s arms.
“We need a medic and the cops. Call 999.” She vaguely heard before passing out. She is bleeding from the gunshot, to her arm.
The ambulance and police come. Frank is handcuffed and loaded into one, Claire bandaged and loaded in the other. Jamie rides with her while Willie follows. On the way, Jamie rings John to update him. “She will never be left alone again.” He assures him.
In the A&E, she awakes to a red haired man standing guard over her. He smiles as she says, “Tapadh leat.” Before falling back to sleep.
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Gold Dust Woman Chapter 15
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The European tour was done by bus. Even with the locations close together, Jamie and Claire find time to talk between gigs, getting to know each other better.
They sit together, heads close so not to disturb the others, all sleeping, as they whisper together. He is sharing tales from his childhood.
“Is that possible? Could there really be a Lady of Balmain?”
He grins. “Weel, she was said to have traveled to the 17th Century, a Fraser, or married one,” he shrugs, “though the legend is older then even that, so my granny who told me it, says.”
“I shall have to learn it to play in Murray’s Ridge, North Carolina. Do you know of it?” He recalls the schedule and that they are playing a Highland festival there.
“No, but I recall an ancestor with that last name. Maybe we are related. I haven’t much family.” He shrugs and gets a lung full of her unique scent. Mother, help me to be good, he prays. “My only brother died so I am an only child.”
She frowns placing her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. An only too. My parents passed when I was five.”
“Sorry. It is another thing we have in common.”
They find the song on the internet and Jamie helps her translate it into Gaelic. She can speak it well, for an English lass but the writing of it is harder.
The tour continues. She wows the crowds and him, every time. Belting out her songs in French and German. Her Italian isn’t as good but the sold out crowds sing along anyway.
In Rome, they walk along the city, sparkling at night. As they pass the Trevi fountain, he can’t take it anymore. Stopping her, he asks, “May I kiss you, please?” He is willing to get down on his knees and beg.
It isn’t necessary. She, wanting to kiss him just as much, simply nods. He frames her face and their lips join, just as the fountain lights come on. American is going to be interesting.
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A Little Change in History Chapter 35
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There is a knock on the croft’s door. Jamie raises, wrapping his kilt around himself, and goes to answer it. He opens the door to his sister and Mary. They have their hands full of covered dishes.
“What are you about, sister?”
“We brought you breakfast and lunch. Supper will be brought later. I didn’t think you would think about food.”
Inside the room, Claire pulls her shift and dressing gown on. She doesn’t wish to shame her husband.
Jamie smiles at them. “In truth, I didn’t. Thank you both kindly.”
The dishes are placed on the table. Mary curtsies. “Well, we will leave you to…” They both slip out and he re-secures the door as his bride steps out.
“We have food, mo bhean.”
She smiles and her stomach let’s out a deep growl. They both laugh. “That is a very good thing.”
They sit down to eat. “Jamie, I don’t wish to be the mistress. I know my title is the Lady of Lallybroch but Jenny is her mistress.” She confesses, her head down. He frowns and reaches across the table and lifts it up.
“Never place your head down. I understand what you are saying. Jenny has been mistress here since she was but then and two.”
“Right,” she keeps her head up, “she knows the running of the household. I know healing and what plants are good medicine. I think it best if we each stay in our positions.”
“I agree. You are the Lady of Lallybroch though and our children will be masters and ladies after us.”
They talk as they eat, about plans for the land. She wishes to build a greenhouse, “ so we can grow all year. I know glass is dear but, by selling some of the excess vegetables, well, it should help with the cost.”
“Aye glass is dear but, I can get it up here from Edinburgh or Inverness. Not until next spring though. It will take some time.”
Outside the surgery, Jeremy Foster stands. He stares at the croft. She was to be his, not the Laird’s. She is English like himself. Why did she go and marry a Scottish man and, more to the point, what is he to do now?
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A Little Change in History Chapter 25
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Jamie had Claire keep Mary and the new lad in the surgery until he has a chance to talk to Robert. He wasn’t one to get involved in another’s marriage but, he won’t allow either verbal or physical abuse. Robert considers his wife property. He doesn’t have such beliefs. If he even thought such, his sister would set him right. Before Mary heads home with the new lad, Jamie would set him right.
As he walks over to the MacNab’s croft, he fights to release his anger. He wishes to speak to the lad, not hurt him. He knocks and knocks again. When he gets no answer, he opens the door. Robert lays on the floor with an empty bottle in his hand. He walks over, kneels, and checks him out. He is to still and Jamie knows he needs to get him to Claire right away. She will know what to do. He lifts him up and carries him out.
He kicks open the door and Claire looks up with a frown. “Where do I place him?”
“Over here,” she gestures towards the table, “What happened?”
“I found the floor, on the floor, drunk off his bum with the empty bottle by his hand. Bad whisky, I assume.”
She takes the bottle and exams it. Her frown deepens. “That isn’t whisky, it is poison.” He takes it and smells it.
“Your right. It is peatreek. If it isn’t made right, it can kill someone.” Jamie agrees.
Claire turns to her patient. She finds him dead, with no breath or heartbeat. Turning to Jamie, she slowly shakes her head. She then walks to the other room where Mary and her baby lay.
“Mrs. MacNab, I have some bad news. Mary, Robert has drank himself to death.” They both cross themselves, “ You may keep your croft and still work in the house”
Jamie joins them. “But you needn’t worry about that right now.” He takes her hand.
She frowns but can find no tears. “He was not a good husband. He hurt me and, I know he would have hurt Robbie. I pray he finds peace.”
“You may stay in the surgery as long as you need.”
“Claire, you helped bring my wee lad into the world and I feel comfortable here and would like to stay here for a bit, if you don’t mind.”
“Yes, of course. I will have Mary come and help with the upkeep of the croft and to help with the bairn.”
They leave her alone to process their grief. After closing the door, Jamie draws a weeping Claire into his arms. He kisses her head and speaks in Gaelic to help calm her. He needs to see to Robert ‘s burial but, right now his heart needs him and he is going nowhere.
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A Little Change in History Chapter 38
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The army is more of a standing police force. They patrol near the border lands and keep the peace with all current wars over and all free Scottish citizens.
They stay in close contact with the Lairds of the lands to see if they need any help. As they ride near Lallybroch, close to the manor house, Robert, one of the tenants, approaches them.
“Laird Fraser seeks your assistance in his wife ‘s surgery.” He bows to him.
“What is the situation?” Captain Liam Mackenzie asks.
“I shall let Himself tell you.” Captain Mackenzie nods to a few of his men and they dismount and follow him.
“I am glad you are about, Captain Mackenzie as I’ve a tenant that needs seeing to.” Jamie greets him.
“What has this person done?”
“He tried to kill me by pushing me off the roof. My men found him hiding in a cave. He said he did it to get my wife, who he insists that I stole.”
The men all exchange looks. Laird Fraser is well respected and this type of behavior simply will not do. “What do you seek from us?”
“I ask for the King’s justice.” He replies.
“You shall have it.” Jamie gives the captain and his men, Jeremy’s name and direct them to him.
They enter the surgery and see him fettered. He is then drug out, pitching a fit the entire time. He screams all the way down the lane. Jamie watches until he is out of sight.
He feels his wife’s arms around his waist and turns, with a smile.
“You are feeling alright?” she frets.
“I am feeling great.” He reassured before lifting her up and walking towards the surgery.
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