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I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious.

[gastairfad]

Finding solace

“It’s a great comfort,” he said at last, “to see the sun come up and go down. When I dwelt in the cave, when I was in prison, it gave me hope, to see the light come and go, and know that the world went about its business.”…

…“It gives me the same feeling, Sassenach.” he said, “to hear you rustling about in your surgery, rattling things and swearin’ to yourself.” He turned his head, then, to look at me, and his eyes held the depths of the coming night.

“If you were no longer there - or somewhere -” he said very softly, “then the sun would no longer come up or go down.”

- A Breath of Snow and Ashes, Diana Gabaldon.

Credit for pictures: OL from outlander-online.com, sunrise at Falkland Hill Scotland from John Pow photography and sunset in Blue Ridge mountains NC from Robert Stephens photography.

[underthewingsofthblackeagle]

Beautiful!

[socialdistancing]

[weesinginglassie]

Please read this through

[cherishloveadore]

Every person should read and post this.

[its-moopoint]

The truth no one wants you to hear

[mypiegirl]

Please listen people!

My dad has been in the ICU for 6 weeks already, the only thing he can sinds last weekend is nod yes and no. We don't now how long this will take and if he will make of out alive. We can't visit him. The only thing we can is video call, but he can't answer us. Will we ever be able to hold his hand, hug him, talk to him we don't know....

If you think you are immune for this virus, you are not!! Follow the rules, not only for yourself but also for the loved ones around you.

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Il Campanile: Ch.6 - “Primavera”

a/n: Thank you so much for reading and for the comments! And, as usual, thank you to @lcbeauchampoftarth for taking the time to beta this <3

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 

Jamie’s morning run had always followed the same route; but some days, he would venture out towards the village and back to avoid looking over the neighbouring estate — where the subject of his desires resided. 

Today wasn’t one of those days. 

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[mypiegirl]

It is wednesday!!! 🤗🤗 Just started reading this story!!! Love this story idea. With every chapter I'm like: 'kiss already!' The way Claire holds back. I admire her strenght!

[holdhertightandsayhername]

“That—that—” Words failed me.

“Officious worm?” he supplied helpfully. “Unsonsie sharg?”

“Yes! Did you hear him?! The gall of him, that jumped-up butcher, that bloody little... squirt! No time to indulge my fancies! How dare he?”

Jamie made a guttural noise, indicating sympathetic outrage.

“Shall I go up and knivvle him?” he inquired, hand on his dirk. “I could gut him for ye—or just beat his face in, if ye’d rather.”

- Diana Gabaldon, The Fiery Cross, ch. 45

[mypiegirl]

Please tell me this is about Roger!

[daisyjonesdailylines-deactivate]

Tales from a Holiday AirBnb

Part I

Part II

If the internet conspired to bring Jamie and Claire together, Mother Nature made sure they stayed that way.  She laid a blanket of snow so thick that Jamie’s car was nothing but a high drift in the driveway.  

The BBC was calling it an obvious show of Climate Change.  

The Earth Goddess would call it matchmaking.  

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A weak winter light lengthens across the bedroom floor, gently brightening the room.  Claire stretches under the mountainous duvet, feeling warm and well rested.  There isn’t a sound anywhere.  No street noises.  No voices.  Just blessed silence.

She can’t remember the last time she was surrounded by a quiet like this.  Her life is a series of sounds, from hospital pages, to sirens, to human groans, and screams.  Her flat is filled with noises from traffic, television, and radio, to her neighbour’s domestic disputes.  

She savors the silence for a few moments, but that peace is short-lived when she suddenly remembers the Scot in her living room.  Reluctantly she extracts herself from the bed, puts on some socks and a long sweater, and creeps down the stairs.  

He’s sprawled on a sofa that’s much too small for him.  One leg is dangling off the side, the other rests over the arm of the couch.  He’s flat on his back with the blanket bunched around his waist.  He sleeps like the dead, hands resting on well-formed abs.  Just the right amount of reddish-gold hair adorns his chest.  His auburn curls are matted along his head and down his neck.  He looks both boyish and dead sexy at the same time, and it makes her feel a bit dizzy.  

Regardless, he needs to leave.  Today.

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[ladyviolethummingbird]

What a perfect Christmas present!

[mockingjayne12]

Back To December

(Jamie x Claire / Outlander Fic)

“It isn’t like that,” Claire insists, blowing an errant curl away from her face, as she bends over to type in her patient’s chart.  Her last shift before heading off for the holidays had been exhausting, already resulting in a change of scrub shirts, the rancid smell of projectile vomit still lingering in her nostrils, and the telltale sign of a headache slowly shifting behind her eyes taking shape.  The usual enjoyment she reaped from her job having slowly dissipated along with her patience of this conversation.

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I want more 😍😍😍

[mypiegirl]

Do much to read later

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“Found For Life: Part Two”

A Jamie x Claire Mini Series for @thelallybrochlibrary​​ Holiday Fic Exchange!

From a Nonnie: Jamie takes in a homeless Claire (with/without a kid/pregnant) to help her get back on her feet. Ends up finding love.  

Hey look, I managed to write the final part immediately after the first one. WUTTT!!! Merry Christmas everyone! Thanks to everyone for their love! Enjoy and let me know what you think :D

Part One

Over the next few days, Claire felt like she was on cloud nine.

Waking up in the same house as Jamie, sharing meals and conversations with him, was as easy as breathing. She felt like she’d known him his entire life, and he was great company. He was also someone she could stare at for days on end and never get tired of his beauty. Was it appropriate to call a man beautiful? Before meeting Jamie, she thought the answer would be no. But there really was no other word to describe him. Jamie Fraser was the most beautiful man she’d ever met.

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[wickedgoodbooks]

The Greatest Ride

[Moodboard Challenge Onshot]

A/N: I actually started with a different idea for this, but after a lengthy conversation with @happytoobserve​ and another good look at the moodboard I felt like the ‘mood’ of my initial idea didn’t really do this one justice (at least not as a oneshot). In accordance with happy’s suggestion, I abandoned the first attempt (for now) and wrote this instead. So, long story short, this is my contribution to the Moodboard Fic Challenge, run by the lovely @outlanderlush​ and @iamnottrisha​! And special thanks to @https://twitter.com/trashyKT for the moodboard that inspired not only one story, but two.

I first met Jamie Fraser in the parking space right in front of Fraser Motors, an up-and-coming custom cycles shop in the heart of Glasgow.

A sunny day in early spring, it had been a perfect opportunity to take my trusted Suzuki GSX-R600 on the road. Since I had the day off, I gladly exchanged the daily scenery of clinical greens, beeping monitors, and antiseptic handshakes for the healing horizons of Scotland’s glens and mountain ranges.

Leaving the city behind me in a cloud of exhaust fumes, I weaved through the lines of late-morning traffic until the land around me grew greener and my heart more at ease. By midday, I was soaring over the coastal motorway, the salty air filling my nostrils and clearing my mind.

The incomparable sense of freedom was only disrupted by the continuously rumbling reminder that I hadn’t had my morning porridge. Giving in to my baser needs, I decided now was as good a time as any to refill my tank and grab a bite to eat. In answer to my inquiries as to where I could find the nearest chippie, the pimply attendant at the petrol station directed me towards an establishment called McCaskies. Adding a packet of chewing gum to my bill, I smiled and thanked him for the suggestion.

Following the instructions, I reached the place soon after, a delightfully greasy sort of smell greeting me. McCaskies was, in fact, a lot nicer than the average little chippie. Located right at the mouth of Wemyss Bay, a gentle breeze wafted in from the sea, carrying the chatter of seagulls to the tables on the patio of the restaurant.

I parked my helmet on the chair next to me and slipped out of my favourite motorcycle jacket, the protectors too heavy and stiff to allow for comfortable off-bike manoeuvring. That weight finally off my shoulders, I relaxed into the seat with the sun in my face, waiting for my order of the Chef’s speciality—Steak Pie with 100% Scottish beef, served alongside seasonal vegetables—to arrive.

An hour or so later, I was still gazing out onto Wemyss Bay, my mind blissfully empty as a content sigh escaped from my lips, the savoury taste of tender beef and gravy still lingering on my taste buds. With the walls of my stomach stretched to their limits, I battled my mane of brown curls into submission to fit underneath the helmet again, readying myself for the ride back.

Taking the A78, I circled around the Clyde Muirshiel Park on my way to Glasgow, but home was not on my mind quite yet. Ever since passing through Glengarnock, I’d noticed a soft but nevertheless concerning cracking noise whenever I shifted into a higher gear. That needed to be looked at before I’d take her on another ride.

The only problem was that my trusted mechanic of the past seven years had recently closed the doors to his garage, putting himself out to grass after devoting some fifty odd years of his passion to the business. Not one to leave his loyal customers—and friends—hanging, Auld Alec recommended a relatively new shop in Partick, which was owned by a mechanic who’d learned the trade from Alec himself. My schedule as a trauma surgeon being busy as it was, however, I hadn’t yet had time to check Fraser Motors out.

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[sclovealwaysandforever]

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[mypiegirl]

All these stories popping out of nowhere😲😲 and so little time. Reblog for later

[mypiegirl]

Can someone take me away to a cabin so I can read all these wonderful fanfic-stories without neglecting my loved ones? Please?!

[prairiefarmgirl]

Mood Board Challenge Till the End of the Line - Chapter 1

A/N:  This is my first time using a mood board.  I hope I don’t screw up posting it!  

Thank you so much to @outlanderlush and @iamnottrisha for organizing this challenge.  And thank you most of all to @kalendraashtar for creating this awesome mood board for me.  Y’all, I tried SO hard to make this a one-shot.  I wrote.  I deleted.  I re-wrote.  I cursed.  I deleted.  It just wasn’t having it.  This is a chapter story.  I don’t know how many chapters.  I just know there is more.  I also made several things fit my story.  The loch in my story does exist.  There is no resort.  Scottish summers are probably not as warm as my summers here in the US, but I am making it warm to fit my story.  

In this modern AU, Jamie and Claire meet at a summer resort job.  They build a friendship before heading off to university.  The kicker?  Claire has a boyfriend.  Frank (insert dramatic sighs here).  Frank is a tool of the highest order.  Jamie sees it.  Claire does not.  Yet….

If you want to follow me to read the rest of the story, that would be great.  My Master List is on my blog.  I’ll try to update once a week.  With the holidays coming, I’m not sure how well I’ll be able to stick to a schedule, but I’ll try!

And here we go!  Enjoy!

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From the moment I saw her, I knew this one was worth the broken heart.

Jamie’s jaw dropped when he saw her.  Ian reached over and nudged his jaw closed, “Ye’ll catch a mouth full of midges if ye keep that up, mate.”  

Jamie blinked and looked at Ian.  “Do ye suppose she’s the new lifeguard, then?  

“Weel, it would seem that way, ya big  gob.  She’s wearing a swimsuit that says…ye ken…LIFEGUARD.”

“Shut up ya wanker.”

Ian laughed.  “Weel, go say hello to her, then.  Just don’t look like a numpty doing it.  I’m due back to the big house to caddie for Mr. Campbell.”  Ian shoved him in her direction and walked off, smirking back at Jamie.

Jamie and Ian had scored a great summer job after graduation, working at Loch Earn Resort.  They would live on the resort grounds and get paid to do what they loved.  Ian loved golf, so being a caddie was perfect for him.  Jamie was one of two lifeguards at the “beach”, which was really an enclosed portion of the loch.  The current was almost non-existent there and the drop off was very gradual.  They were hoping to earn enough wages to help with some expenses while they were at uni.  Both planned to attend the University of Glasgow.  Jamie, being raised on a farm, planned to be a veterinarian.  Working with animals and being outside made him happy.

Jamie walked up the hill to where the new girl stood.  He held out his hand and said, “Hi.  I’m Jamie Fraser.  I’ll be working with ye, it seems.”

She took his hand and shook it.  “Claire Beauchamp.  It’s nice to meet you.”

“A Sassenach amongst us!”

“What?  Sassenach?  Isn’t that a derogatory term?”

“Nae a derogatory term…or at least I don’t mean it that way.  It means Englishman, or outsider.  Which, ye are…English.”

“I see.  So, I guess we’ll work together everyday, then?  They say that they always have 2 lifeguards on duty together and we are the only two they have.”

“It seems so.  I will take the first duty on the shore line, then if ye want to take the chair.”

“Alright.”

Jamie opened the gate for the first time of the summer season to the swim beach and let the excited swimmers inside, checked to see that Claire was situated in her chair and he turned to walk along the shore and out onto the dock.  He couldn’t help glancing up at her every now and then to look at her.  She had the longest legs he’d ever seen and if he were completely honest, he was more than a little infatuated with her round arse.  

He was trying hard not to watch her slather sunblock on her legs when he was splashed by a kid who did a running cannonball jump into the water.  Glancing back at Claire, he saw the smirk on face, so he knew she saw it.  Feckin’ kids.

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[mypiegirl]

Nice new story!

[maviemesregles]

Twas two days before Christmas

This one-shot fic was written for @thelallybrochlibrary​ Holiday exchange.

A prompt from @maryooch​ :  “How about Jamie meets Claire while she’s trying to skate (badly) at Rockefeller center during the Christmas season. Both are unattached and in the city for different reasons.”

Special thanks to Anne  @eclecticstarlightconnoisseur​  for always getting my messy ideas and improving them. For once again for making sure it’s nice and readable for you guys.

Hope you enjoy and feel a wee bit festive! ❄️

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New York, New York Frank Sinatra sang. The Big Apple stretched out all the way to the horizon in a milky white blanket of snow. The skyline pierced with gleaming structures of steel, glass, and concrete.

Claire stared out of the window where snow became even thicker than an hour ago and turned the buildings into giant ice cream cones.

“Honey, are you there?”

“Yes, Mum.” Beauchamp pressed her ear to her iPhone and climbed onto the high hotel bed. “I’m listening.”

“Baby, what did they tell you about the flight? Father has been calling British Airways at least a hundred times today. You know what he’s like.” Julia Beauchamp rattled around in the kitchen cupboards.

Claire dropped her head into the mass of pillows crispy scented of fresh laundry.

Of course, something like this could have happened only to her. After the three-day medical conference in New York, with bags full of gifts, sweets, booze for Dad, and cosmetics for Mum, Claire was ready to go back home for the holidays.

But this year the family tradition wasn’t going to happen because Claire got stuck in this city for God knows how long. The heavy blizzard came upon New York, forcing all the transatlantic flights to be cancelled. Red-faced, hands full of bags, and sweaty in her jumper, the English surgeon hissed “Fucking morons” when she was told she’s not flying today. And most likely not for the next three days. Her cell-phone kindly reminded her today is the 22nd day of December. Only two days left before Christmas. If not for being scared to be without a means of contact, Claire surely would have smashed the device on the white airport tiles.

“They put me into the hotel. It’s all paid.” She glanced at her suitcase, surrounded by shopping bags. “All flights to London cancelled.”

Reaching into one of the bags, Claire grabbed a chocolate bar, not caring about a proper lunch at the moment.

“What about Bristol? Manchester? Anything at all?” Her mother sighed, looking at the shopping list for Christmas dinner. “Dad could pick you up. Lamb just got the car back, all fixed.”

Chewing on the mint chocolate, Claire flicked through the menu on the side table.

“Nothing. I even checked flights to Edinburgh and Dublin. It looks like I’m stuck here.”

There was silence for a while. Claire could hear their dog Pop, an old pug, snoring in the background. All she wants to do is cry. Is it so much to ask? To be home for Christmas time?

“Oh, darling.” Her mother’s voice is soft and reassuring. She knows. “It’ll be fine. I’m certain that you will get home right in time for Christmas.”

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[desperationandgin]

Mood board One Shot!

Rating: General Audiences

Also Read On: AO3

Summary: Jamie and Claire have a conversation while in the thick of World War 1.

A/N: Thank you so much to @enormouseffort for the mood board and to @iamnottrisha & @outlanderlush for putting this together! And thank you to @filledwithlight​, @smashing-teacups​, @happytoobserve​ and @fierceweebadger​ for looking this over for me! Also, it’s midnight east coast time so surprise!!!

The Uncertainty of War

When she comes to him, it’s with a bloodied apron still tied around her neck and curls askew. Someone’s blood streaks her upper arm, smeared into a dried out whorl thanks to a hasty wipe. A glance at her and Jamie knows tension lies between her shoulder blades like a lead weight and that the balls of her feet are aching.

He’s no better off than she is, exhausted to the very marrow of his bones. He’d been ready to close his eyes and welcome sleep until she crept in, but now his only thought is of following through on the warm bath he’d conjured for her in his mind. It takes time to fill, but the moment he helps her into the tub and she sighs, he knows he would do it again, even so late at night. Reaching behind her head, his fingers find the material holding her curls at bay and lets it go, sending them chaotically floating free.

“Close yer eyes, a nighean.”

She does as she’s told and becomes malleable under his hands as they meticulously work to rub her feet under the hot water.

“I haven’t sat since five-thirty this morning.” Her words leave her on a weary sigh; the moon and stars have been out for hours now.

“Ye push yourself too hard, Sassenach. If ye dinna do more to take care of yourself, yer body will decide to slow down for ye,” Jamie chides gently, hands working a calf, delighting in her soft groan.

“Who’s the medical professional, here, Captain?” She cracks one eye open to look at him. “I know you only arrived here a few moments before me, and you were gone when I woke.”

He’s quiet as his hands move back to a foot, pressing his thumbs into the arch gently and rubbing outward. When he replies, his eyes flicker toward her face. “Cannae do reconnaissance in the bright, open daylight, Nurse Beauchamp,” he retorts with her own title. “And the day cannae be done only because I was workin’ early.”

“So, you’re saying that telling me how much sleep to get isn’t hypocritical?”

She’s won when he can’t think of a good retort, and she smiles smugly, proud of herself for outsmarting him there.

“It’s no’ a bad thing to take a break when ye can get it, was my point.” He switches feet, focused on his task.

“Hello, pot. I’m kettle,” she teases, though it’s really quite sweet, his worry for her. It endears him even more to her heart, though he’d done well enough the day they’d met two years ago, buying flowers from her at the park for his young niece.

“We both do too much and we ken it, but—”

“—but we have one another to lean on,” she finishes, smiling as he moves to the head of the tub in order to capture her lips in a kiss. One of his large hands cradles her face and she reciprocates, enjoying the feel of his stubble against her fingertips.

“I missed ye today, mo nighean donn,” he murmurs huskily, ducking his head a little further to press his lips to her neck.

“I thought about you earlier while I was debriding a wound,” Claire informs him, even as her head tilts this way and that to grant better access to skin begging to feel the imprint of his lips.

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[mypiegirl]

So many emotions! 😢😢❤

[three-drink-amy]

Sweet Creature

Surprise chapter! I hope you enjoy this one! Thanks for all the support for this story! 

master list - AO3

Chapter Nine

Claire was walking to her door when she spotted the person waiting just outside. He stood with his good shoulder against the wall, looking down at his phone. Her stride slowed just a bit as she watched him without him knowing. He’d changed in the time they were apart. Granted, some of the noted changes could have been the accident and extended stay in the hospital. But there was something about him. Even when it made her feel guilty, she couldn’t deny that the way he lit up when she walked in a room was nice. 

“Hey!” she called to him as she walked closer. His head picked up and sure enough, his face brightened at the sight of her. “Who sprung you free?” she teased. 

Jamie grinned. “The doctors, actually. Jenny drove me home but she had to get back to her bairns.” 

“Oh, so what brings you by here?” she asked, letting them into her flat. 

He shrugged with his good shoulder. “I dinna ken, just felt like seeing ye, I suppose.”

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[balfey-deactivated20201009]

Ugh, YOU GUYS GET IT TOGETHER. I’ll be waiting. 

[mypiegirl]

I'm actually looking forward to a jealous Jamie🤗😁

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Gold Dust Woman: Ch.10 - “The Bubble”

a/n: Big up to @lcbeauchampoftarth for her beta work, yet again. I couldn’t do it without her! And to you guys for liking/rebloging/commenting on this story every week! I can’t believe we’re already 10 chapters in! Enjoy  <3 

song mentioned 

Ch.1 - Ch.2 - Ch.3 - Ch.4 - Ch.5 - Ch.6 - Ch.7 - Ch.8 - Ch.9

Claire woke up at Lallybroch for the first time since arriving to Scotland. Laying in the middle of the canopy bed in the Laird’s bedroom, she was wrapped in a tartan plaid — one she didn’t recall to have on when she first fell asleep in Jamie’s arms the night before. Everything around her was quiet. The sun was casting a warm light against the wallpaper, almost giving the impression it was actually hot outside. She didn’t know what time it was, exactly, but it wasn’t early. That much she knew.

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[mypiegirl]

Need to reblog so I won't forget to read this and ch9. 😊

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Jamie and Claire, raising a family in Edinburgh. It's all going great, until Claire gets sick.

If you have any time at all, I highly suggest you read this one. I fell in love with this version of Jamie and Claire, had flashbacks to a terrible medical crisis (in a good way? Like, it took me back. I was there), and then cried happy tears at the end.

Highly recommend!

[walkinginland]

Just know going into this that you will be on a damn JOURNEY.

@fallofrainblog is on a mission to murder me personally, I’m pretty sure. This lovely thing is so beautiful and simple and lived in, and I have a lot of feelings about it.

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Gold Dust Woman: Ch.4 - “Closer” 

a/n: I can never thank @lcbeauchampoftarth enough for fixing my grammar on a weekly basis and being such a great support to my writing! Thank you all for reading this and for the nice words on the last chapter. I’m so glad this version of Jamie and Claire is so endearing for the loads of you, I can’t wait to share more of their journey! Sorry I didn’t updated yesterday but thank you every for the bday messages! 

Enjoy <3 

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

When Claire woke up, she was disoriented and sweaty. Very sweaty. Her head had stopped spinning but the feeling of nausea remained. Opening her big whisky eyes, she frowned at the face glancing down at her. It was a redhead, alright, but not the one she was expecting.

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[mypiegirl]

Love the friendship between the ladies!

[desperationandgin]

Deep as the Road is Long (Part III, Chapter 19)

General Rating: Bringing it back to cleansing tears

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Previous Chapter

March 2017

The closer the anniversary of Faith’s death gets, the quieter Jamie becomes. He doesn’t withdraw, not completely, but ups his therapy appointments temporarily, tries to stave off the inevitable all-encompassing pain and sorrow. It’s Dr. Cho who attempts to impart at least a small bit of wisdom before the day actually arrives.

You grieved apart from the person you needed to be with. Now, you may grieve together.

It’s what they need. It’s what they both need. He’s usually a man of words that come easy to him, but what are the words when you grieve a death so big it leaves a gaping chasm where a heart used to be? Claire’s made him feel as though he’s living again, but it’s been easy to get lost in the ache of losing a part of himself forever. Still, he can’t and won’t repeat his mistakes; he can tell Claire’s being wary, being careful, as if he’s a live wire the entire week before, and he realizes they can’t go on like that. She has grief too, and she was alone with it for so long.

In the morning when he wakes, it’s in her bed. He’d thought about going home, being with Jenny and Ian and the kids, but it would have been too much. His sister constantly trying to help by telling sweet stories of Faith isn’t something he could face sitting through, so he’d told them that for now (and even for as much as he loves his sister and Ian, the bairns) he needed to be with Claire. Looking over, he watches her sleep, face soft and relaxed. Reaching out, his fingers trail over her cheek as he speaks quietly. “Ye deserve better than me.” He’d broken her, almost beyond repair; accidentally to be sure, and he’s working on putting her together again, piece by piece, but there are still bits laying at his feet. She didn’t deserve what he put her through, and yet here she is, loving him.

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[mypiegirl]

If you haven't started reading this story yet you should!