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Hello! You are amazing. Thank you so much for writing all of these. They are all beautiful! Can you continue the "living for faith" prompt. Maybe Ian having to follow Claire through the stones but coming back with Bree. I'm not good at this so use your expertise. :)

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“I want to go back, Mom. And I wanna take Bree with me.” 

“Ian, don’t. She wouldn’t understand. And we don’t even know if- We don’t know who’s alive. Who survived.” 

“I do. Da- Da is alive, Mom! And Uncle Ian and Aunt Jenny. I’ve… been doing some research. I’m sure of it.”

“Where are we, Mama?” Brianna held her mother’s hand tightly as they stopped atop the hill that looked over Lallybroch. She still didn’t understand, despite the shock that had gone through her from when they’d traveled through the stones. 

Claire smiled softly, but didn’t answer. She gave her daughter’s hand a gentle squeeze and looked to her son, who was grinning wide, watching the smoke puff up from the chimneys of the house below them.

“We’re home, Bree,” he said softly. “C’mon! You have to meet everyone!” He took his sister’s hand and tugged her down the hill.

Claire released her daughter’s hand, a little less eager to step inside that house. Jamie was still in prison, if they’d come back to the right time. But Ian had been positive that he’d be freed and that he’d live on, that he’d be able to come home to them. She hadn’t wanted to live through the years in the future that it would take for such a blessing to happen, and neither had he. So they’d come back now. They’d come back, and Claire was still wondering if she might visit the prison, see Jamie somehow. Let him know that she was here, that his children were here. 

Oh God, how she missed him. Being here, back in his time, here entire body was reaching for him, heart and soul spanning the countryside toward Ardsmuir as if she could lock onto him and bring him home sooner. 

She shook her head and took a deep breath, watching as her son and daughter ran down the hill, fiery hair billowing out behind both; the two of them already being greeted by Lallybroch’s dogs. Jamie’s dogs. Claire smiled a little and squared her shoulders, taking her first step after them.

It was time she and the children were reunited with their family.

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Hey you did a story once with Jamie and Claire having 3 kids. Can you do a follow up of them maybe trying to be intimate but one or several of the kids come to sleep in their bed with them. Or maybe one of them comes to bed single minded only to discover the kids are already in bed with the other and as they get up to take one kid back to bed they return to discover another wandered into theirs while they were gone. Or maybe they wake up and reach for each other to discover the kids between them.

Frozen In Time AU

Jamie had spent a long day working in the fields with his tenants, then had had other matters to attend to after. It was late by the time he arrived home, and he missed his wife. He stopped by the kitchen to cut off a bit of bread, munching contentedly on it as he trudged up the stairs, eager to join Claire in bed. She’d likely be asleep by now, but he didn’t think she’d much mind if he woke her up. His whole body ached with a need that had nothing to do with the hard work he’d put in outside. She wouldn’t mind. She’d understand. It’d been too long as it was.

He pushed the door open, chewing the last bite of bread and already wriggling out of hits boots. “Sassenach,” he whispered. “Are ye awake? I need ye.” 

His kilt dropped to the floor and he began to lift his shirt up over his head when a giggle drifted toward him. Jamie paused and peeked back out of the top of his shirt to find sleepy blue eyes peering out at him from under a mess of wild red hair. 

“Da! Yer bot is pokin’ out,” Henry whispered. “Why’s it doin’ that?”

Jamie made a surprised sound and promptly tugged his shirt back down in an attempt to cover himself. “It’s ah- it just means I’ve forgotten t’use the privy on the way up. Come on, I’ll put ye to bed before I go back down,” he said, bending down to scoop his son up into his arms.

“Ohhh. Will mine do that too, when I have to go?”

“Er-” Jamie’s face felt like it was warm enough to melt right off. “Aye. Ask yer mother in the morning. She can explain it better.”

“All right!” Henry let his father carry him back to the room he shared with his little brother. He was tucked into bed and a warm kiss pressed to his forehead. 

“Now close yer eyes and go back to sleep, a bhalaich. I love ye.”

“Love ye, Da,” the little boy murmured, curling onto his side and falling immediately asleep with a quiet sigh.

With a relieved sigh of his own, Jamie headed back to his bedroom. Claire was still asleep, dark curls spread out across the pillow behind her head like Medusa’s snakes. His gaze trailed over the shape of her body beneath the blankets and he reached down to stroke himself a few times, that need for her flaring up anew. But then his gaze fell upon a little lump next to her beneath the blanket, shimmying its way up from the bottom of the bed. Alarmed that an animal might have gotten into their bed, Jamie threw back the blankets and was about to attack when young Jamie lifted his own dark little head and peered up at his father with wide eyes.

“What the- I was just in your room putting yer brother to bed! Where the devil did ye come from, ye wee beast?!” 

The little boy burst into high pitched giggles that had Claire shifting and making questioning sounds. With a heavy sigh, Jamie bent and scooped up his youngest son, playfully nibbling at his shoulder and making him giggle all the more. “Aye, shh, shh! Ye’ll wake your mother. To bed wi’ ye. Ye can cuddle wi’ your brother, aye?”

“But I had a bad dream, Da,” young Jamie informed him, little lips pouting out as he wrapped his arms around his father’s neck. He clung tightly to him and sniffled.

“Oh, I see.  A bad dream. Weel.” The elder Jamie glanced toward his wife again, for Claire had now turned over and was attempting to force her eyes open to see what was going on. Groaning softly, he nodded and bent to lay the boy back down next to his mother, who immediately wrapped her arms around him and drew him in close. “All right, ye can sleep here for a bit, then. But dinna make a habit of it, aye?”

Young Jamie didn’t say a word, for he’d curled up against Claire’s chest and the both of them had already drifted easily back to sleep. Oh, he was very much Claire’s son. Cursing softly under his breath, Jamie walked over to the basin of water on the table and splashed a bit on his face before finally wandering back to climb into bed. 

Tomorrow, then. He’d be alone with Claire tomorrow even if he had to drag her into the forest to have his way with her. He couldn’t bear to go another day without her.

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Can you please continue on the twins one, where they all reunite, how the outcome is when the family is all together. Love your blog!!!

Twins AU

“–And Jamie drove straight into the dumpster!” 

“Hey! That’s not fair. I had Mom freaking out in the passenger seat and you were in the back yelling out the most unhelpful tips ever.” The young man shot a sheepish glance toward his father, who simply watched him in return, beaming all the while. 

“I was not ‘freaking out,’ for the record. You really were a terrible driver when you first started, Jamie,” Claire corrected, smiling warmly as she glanced around the table at her family. Her family, absolutely and utterly whole. She couldn’t recall a moment when she had ever been this happy.

“Well, ye’ll perhaps need a wee bit of practice with the horses before ye ride. I dinna want ye riding into a tree or anything,” the elder Jamie teased, clapping his son on the shoulder.

“Da,” the boy groaned, bumping his shoulder into his father’s as if to shrug him off. He was grinning wide though, catlike eyes alight with joy, and he pressed a little close to his father, relishing the nearness of him. 

“We’ll have t’see how well ye ride, then. I dinna ken who taught ye, but a man should learn these things from his father, aye?”

Jamie was silent a moment, staring at his father for a long moment, then nodded, ducking his head a little. He was a fine rider, but the other man was right. There were some things a man’s father should teach him, and there were a million lessons he wanted to be given, even if they were things he already knew. He wanted to learn all he could from Jamie Fraser. He wanted to be strong and confident, honorable and true just like his father. 

“And you’ll teach me to shoot, and Gaelic, too, right?” he asked softly. He’d been jealous the moment he’d realized that Brianna had had all this time with him, alone; time to get to know him and for him to get to know her. Young Jamie wanted that, too. 

He wanted to make his father proud.

“Aye, we’ll cover those things, too. Dinna fash. Ye’ll be caught up in no time.” Another squeeze of hi shoulder then the elder man dropped his hand to grab up his cup for another sip of his drink. “Weel, lads, what d’ye say we let the women clean up and go sit outside?”

“James Fraser…” Claire grumbled, shooting him a glare.

Jamie grinned wide at his wife and leaned over to kiss the corner of his lips. “I’ve got a son to catch up wi’, Sassenach, and a son-in-law to learn about. Ye cannae fault me that!”

She elbowed him lightly in the ribs. “Fine, then. Go on. But you lot are making breakfast in the morning!” 

The three men looked at one another then let out a laugh, shaking their heads as they stood and headed out the door. Oh, they’d find out. Claire had meant every word, so they’d have to find a way to make due. And, of course, she had the utmost faith in them.

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Sorry to bother you... Are you still going to use the man out of time prompt for your RP? If not, I'd like to read Jamie telling Claire he is from the past, and Claire reaction. Sorry I just love everything you all write. *waits patiently*

Man Out of Time AU

Frank was out for the day, and it felt very strange to be bringing a man she didn’t even know back to the inn where they were staying for their ‘second honeymoon.’ But what choice did she have? After the war and all she’d been through there, she felt more than qualified to see to this man’s needs. She settled him on a chair by the fire in the sitting room, then got the nosey Mrs. Baird to bring some medical supplies that she’d need. 

“This place is... verra strange,” Jamie mused as he looked around. He eyed the lights warily, then flicked his gaze back to Claire as she got to work examining his shoulder.

“Is it?” She looked up and glanced around herself for a moment. “Why do you say that?” 

He nodded toward the lights. “I see no flames. And- well, ye must be a fine Lady indeed, to use such fine china.” Jamie lifted the tea cup he’d been drinking out of it and inspected the thing, holding it very carefully as if afraid it might smash to pieces in his hold. 

Claire eyed the cup as well with a small frown. Well, it was hardly the finest china she’d seen. Mrs. Baird seemed to be holding out, in fact, due to the fact that she’d been thoroughly irritated to have Claire bringing in such a dirty man. (And it was highly inappropriate, as she’d said at least half a dozen times. No doubt the woman would have the gossip spread throughout Inverness by suppertime.)

“You haven’t got electricity where you’re from?” she asked with a frown. She waited until he’d set the tea cup down then lifted his bad arm, softly warning him that what she was about to do was going to hurt terribly. She turned the arm slowly, carefully checking to be sure he was ready, then finally popped the shoulder back into place.

Jamie made an exclamation in Gaelic, then beamed at her, but it was her question that had caught his attention. “Electricity?” he echoed in confusion. “Is that what yer torches are made of?”

“Um- well, it’s what... fuels them. And other things. You- where is it you’re from, exactly?” 

He was considering her answer, a frown on his lips. “Oh- well, it’s no’ so far from Inverness, but I think--” Two fingers of his good hand tapped against his thigh. “Could ye... tell me what the year is, Mistress?” 

Claire frowned herself at that and straightened from the makeshift sling she’d been making to straighten and check Jamie’s head for a bump. Her fingers were cool and gentle as they prodded at his scalp. “It’s 1945, of course. Did you hit your head on something?”

“Nay, I didna.” He looked down and away, rubbing at his leg now while Claire finished up immobilizing his arm. “It’s only- when I first stepped into that stone circle, it- the year was 1743.”

She sat back on her heels and stared up at him in surprise. That wasn’t possible. Whatever he thought- it simply wasn’t possible. But why would he think that? What a random year to think up. He must have hit his head. She’d found no sign of of a wound, though. He had been disoriented when she’d first found him, but Claire thought Jamie seemed perfectly fine now. 

Before she could pull away, he reached out and caught her hand. Giving it a squeeze, he gazed at her with wide, pleading eyes. “I ken ye’ll think me mad for it, but it is true, Claire. What they say of the stones- ye’ve heard the tales, aye?”

She frowned even more at that. Mrs. Graham had spoken to her of the stones. Faerie hills and magic and all that. Claire didn’t believe in it, but it was clear that Jamie truly did. She sighed softly and squeezed his hand in return. “I don’t think you’re mad, Jamie. I just think... I think you’ve been through a very trying time, and perhaps you might have bumped your head after all. I’d like you to lie down and get some rest.”

He sighed, and he was clearly exhausted. He looked as if he wanted to argue with her more, but at last, Jamie nodded and allowed Claire to settle him on the sofa. She draped a blanket over him, then offered him a small smile. “Sleep a bit. I’ll just be around. Call out if you need me.”

She left him then, needing a cup of tea for herself. She had a lot to think about now.

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After Column decides Claire must stay at Leoch, I imagine Jamie would be giddy at getting a second chance. However, I could see Claire staying in her room. How would Jamie draw her out?

She hadn’t come out of her room for three days. Jamie had missed seeing her in the hall and hated thinking of her in her room all alone. Mrs. Fitz, of course, had been taking her meals, though the old woman reported that Claire had been eating very little, upset as she was with Colum. By the time he’d finished breakfast on the fourth morning, he had decided he’d had enough of Claire being forgotten and left to mope all alone in her room.

With a plate of parritch and honey-smothered bannocks in hand, Jamie headed up to her room and knocked at the door. “Mistress Beauchamp? I’ve brought some breakfast for ye,” he called out.

There was nothing but silence on the other side until he knocked again and opened his mouth to call out a second time. Claire’s voice drifted back to him. “No thank you, I’m not hungry, Mr. MacTavish.”

Jamie made a face. He hesitated, about to turn away, then stepped back up to the door. “Before I go, I wonder if ye might have a wee keek at my shoulder, mistress? It’s been bothering me a bit…” 

There was silence for a long moment, then the quiet shuffle of fabric as she got up from wherever she’d been sitting and moved toward the door. The door swung open and she stood there looking so very… unlike herself. Claire was pale and her shoulders rounded, but she motioned him into the room. Jamie hesitated, glancing around to be sure no one was around to observe him disappearing inside her room, then he stepped inside. He held up the plate of food and offered her a grin. 

“Weel, since I’m here, ye might as well eat, aye?”

“I did say I wasn’t hungry, didn’t I?”

He frowned at that. “Aye, but- ye look a bit thin. Have ye eaten much lately?”

She stared at him for a long moment, then sighed and nodded toward the chair by the fire. “Sit down. I’ll look at your shoulder, then I’ll eat.”

Jamie smiled warmly at that. He shook his head. “Nay, it’s no’ so bad. It can wait, Sassenach.” 

Her eyes narrowed and she closed the door. “You just made that up so I’d let you in, didn’t you?” Shaking her head, she reached out and took the plate from him before moving over to sink down in the chair she’d offered him. 

Pleased that he’d gotten her to eat, he stayed, rather then left, and walked over to stand next to the fire as well. He touched a hand to the mantle and leaned over a bit, staring into the flames as he considered his options. How could he get her out of here? How could he cheer her up? He hated seeing her like this, pale and depressed. He missed her smile, little as he’d seen it. 

“I heard Colum gave ye Davie Beaton’s surgery,” he mused. “I wondered if ye might like t’go out and collect some of yer herbs? Ye wouldna have to have Rupert or Angus wi’ ye, if I’m there…”

Claire snorted and took a big bite of her bannock, then poked around at the parritch as she chewed. “Making sure I’m not spying, right? Wouldn’t want to give the English all Colum’s big secrets.” 

He glanced over at her again. She wasn’t a spy, he was sure of that. She did have some secrets of her own, but he wasn’t worried about her sharing theirs with anyone. “Nay, mistress. I dinna think ye’ve been spying. I just thought- that… ye might like-”

“Yes,” she said quickly, her voice soft as she glanced up at Jamie. “I’d like a break from them. And some fresh air would be nice. I– Thank you, Jamie. That was a very kind thing for you to offer.”

He smiled over at her, then ducked his head, looking back to the fire. “Aye, well, I’m glad to. We’ll go when ye’ve finished eating.”

Claire nodded and took a tiny bite of her parritch. It was clear that Jamie wouldn’t let her go until the plate was clean. After all, someone needed to look out for her.

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Original prompt- Dougal was not able to free Claire from BJR's grasp in Brockton .....Ok this all said i read it on the archiveforum. Currently there are 4 chapters and we are left hanging its very open ended. So whats next for j&c in this scenario?

Follow-up to this

Everyone was at dinner, but Jamie wasn’t foolish enough to believe Colum would have left Claire unattended. And Claire would not have joined them all at their meal. She’d be waiting, ready for him to come and take her away. So he made his way quietly, carefully through the castle. He came across two men who he’d had to knock out before they could call out and raise alarm. Then, there was Laoghaire.

“They said ye’d gone,” she said softly. “What’re ye doin’ back here, Jamie?” 

He could see the suspicion and hurt in her eyes. “Ye ken what I’m doin’ here, Laoghaire. Please, dinna say anything to anyone.”

“Why her, Jamie? I waited for ye! I have loved ye since ye first came to Leoch. Why would ye choose a Sassenach?”

He didn’t have the time or the patience for this. “I didna choose to love her, Laoghaire. It just happened. Now please, get on back to dinner. And dinna say anything to anyone about this.” Jamie pushed past the girl and hurried on to Claire’s room, where two more men stood guard. He knocked the first out before he was even noticed there, then fought the other and finally knocked him out as well.

Claire heard the commotion and swung her door open, relief washing over her face when she spotted Jamie. He touched a finger to his lips and grabbed the bag she’d packed from where it sat just inside the door. “Come, then. We must move quickly,” he whispered, kissing her hard before tugging her along through the halls. 

She could barely keep up with him, hurrying along through the halls at his heels. They finally burst into the cold night air and she clutched her cloak around herself and stepped forward to allow Jamie to help her swing up onto her horse. 

“Where are we going, Jamie?” she asked softly. 

He paused in his frantic checks over her saddle and looked up at her, full lips twitching toward an almost-smile. “To Lallybroch. We’ll marry among family.” He touched her calf, gave it a gentle squeeze, then turned to his own horse, climbed up and moved closer to her. “We’ll ha’ to ride all night, Claire, and hard, once the sun rises. Can ye handle it?”

“I’ll be fine. I’m ready.” 

Jamie nodded, watched her for a second longer, then set off. To Lallybroch. To family, and a wedding, and all that truly mattered in his life. 

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Thanks god for this blog and the talent you all writers havein here! Can you continue the story with Claire and Jamie meeting when he'd been whipped, please?

Tend Your Wounds

Claire woke to the sound of an almighty explosion somewhere outside, which was followed a second later by screams and battle cries the likes of which she’d thought she’d never hear again after the war had ended. Her wide-eyed gaze flicked toward Jamie, who had also awakened and was now watching her. His wide mouth twitched upward at one side, eyes alight all of a sudden. He was utterly beautiful. She couldn’t seem to get enough of simply watching him, his expressions, the little motions he made despite the very serious injury he’d been healing from for the past few days. 

Captain Randall had seen fit to leave Claire with Jamie since that first day, and she had been tending his back the best she could with what few supplies the soldiers gave her. He’d developed a fever that had him half delirious for part of the time, but beyond that, they had spent their time getting to know one another. They’d struck up an easy friendship, and she could feel herself growing more and more fond of the man every day. His laugh was addictive, his stories the best she’d ever heard. She’d learned all about his family and had told him all about hers. And it was funny; Jamie had promised to take her to Lallybroch one day, and Claire found herself believing it, excited even at the idea of seeing his family home.

“That’ll be Murtagh come for me,” he murmured, hand slowly sliding off the cot where he lay to give her shoulder a gentle squeeze. Big and warm, his hand on her was a comfort unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. “Can ye help me sit up, Claire? We’ll need to be ready.” 

She blinked in surprise, lips parting to admonish him. Jamie was in no state to even sit up, let alone to be a part of a prison escape. But he was right, they would need to be ready. He needed to get out of here before that bastard relative of Frank’s managed to hurt the poor man even more. “We?” she asked as she stood and turned, bending down to grasp his arms so she could help him sit up. “Careful, do it slowly. You’re going to start bleeding again, moving at all.”

“Aye, mistress. I’ll no’ be leavin’ ye here with Black Jack Randall. Ye’ve seen what he can do, and I dinna want to be risking your own safety by leavin’ ye in his hands.” Jamie grunted and groaned softly until he was sitting at last, blood-stained boots sitting flat on the cold stone floor. “And ye’ve helped me these past days. I mean to do what I can to thank ye for it.”

“Oh. Right, well- thank you. For not leaving me.” Claire ducked her head a little, a small smile on her lips, and her shoulders sagged in relief as she seated herself next to Jamie on the cot. She glanced over his back. Some of the scabs had broken and blood was oozing out, but she would have to wait to take care of him now until they were well away from the prison and from Captain Randall. Jamie would be miserable during their escape, but she’d tend him well once they were safely away. She straightened again, her shoulder pressed lightly against his arm, and together they waited. 

They didn’t have to wait long. Three dirty, hairy Scots burst through the door a few minutes later. They surveyed the scene with surprise, but didn’t waste time before striding forward to help Jamie out. 

“Claire- Claire comes too,” Jamie panted as his friends half carried him from the room. “Ye must keep her safe from Randall.” 

“Aye, then. Come, mistress,” one of the men huffed, tugging her along as well. 

Outside, she sucked in the fresh air like one who’d been drowning. The prison had been terrible, dank and sour, and while the outside wasn’t any warmer, Claire was glad for the fresher air all the same. She was tossed up onto a horse and Jamie helped up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned heavily against her back, though she didn’t mind, for he was warm enough to keep her from freezing (too warm, feverish again; she’d have to take care to ensure he stayed on the horse.) 

And then they were off. Free, though not safe, for the English would be after them. They rode as hard as they could until Jamie was near to falling off, ill and exhausted. Thus it was that the group found save haven for a bit amidst the trees, and Claire was able to help her patient once more.

At least this time, their rescuers had come prepared with bandages and salves, and best of all, whisky. It was going to hurt Jamie badly, but at least she could clean the wounds and get him on his way back to healing. The men all gave her the space she needed. And though they were surprised by her commands, they were quick to give her what she requested as she took care of Jamie.

When the chill of night settled over the camp, the fire was put out so that anyone passing by wouldn’t find them so easily. Claire curled up against Jamie as she had taken to doing in his cell, and together they rested while the others took turns keeping watch. The past days had been exhausting, both mentally and physically. Sometime during the night, Jamie draped his arm over her, and she slept easily, wrapped up in his warmth. 

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What if Jamie and Claire went through the stones to save faith during the risky pregnancy

“Jamie,” Claire whispered. “I’m scared.”

It was the dead of night, and while they’d gone to bed hours ago, Jamie had been aware of his wife’s wakefulness. She tossed and turned slightly less the bigger she got, but he could tell when she was troubled and sleepless. He was curled into her, hand resting protectively on her stomach, their legs tangled together. They’d been silent for a while, but he was glad when she finally spoke up. He knew she’d been having issues, spotting here and there, cramps now and again. He knew what she was afraid of.

She feared she would lose the baby. And dear God, so did he.

“What do we do, mo nighean donn?” he asked, his own voice just as quiet. He rubbed gently at her stomach, trying to soothe both mother and child within. “I fear losing both of ye.”

Claire released a slow breath and lay a hand on Jamie’s arm, gripping it tightly. “I think– I think we should try to go through the stones. The medicine there in my time, the advancements… we’d have a real chance at saving the baby.” 

“A chance at saving you both?” he asked, needing to be sure. 

“Yes, both of us.” She leaned in to press her forehead against his. “You need to come, too. I can’t do this without you. We’ll go through the stones together.”

There was a real fear there between both of them, the unspoken ‘what if it doesn’t work? What if he can’t get through?’ but they both had to believe. They had to try to give this baby a chance. Neither knew whether it was truly possible for them to even go through, but they had no choice. 

Thus it was that they returned to Scotland and made the trek back to Inverness and Craigh na Dun beyond. Claire was feeling more and more fearful the longer the journey lasted, but at last, they stood together amidst the stones. Jamie gazed at the cleft stone for a long moment, then turned back to Murtagh. His godfather was shifting his feet, unsure. They’d told him Claire’s story, and though he hadn’t quite believed it, he was here with them now. To see them off. It broke everyone’s heart. 

“Ye’ll take care of them, won’t ye? Jenny and her family?” Jamie asked softly. “Ye’ll no’ let them take part in the war, if there is one?” 

“Aye, lad. Ye ken I’ll see to it. And ye- ye’ll take care... in this- future time?” Murtagh replied, glancing from Jamie to Claire, then to the stone, eyeing it with distaste. 

“Aye, Murtagh. Aye, we will.” They embraced then, squeezing each other tight as they slapped one another on the back, then finally, they drew away. Jamie turned to Claire, who gave him a hopeful smile and a nod, and they clasped hands, holding tight until their knuckles turned white.

Together, they stepped forward, reached out, and, glancing at one another to ensure they both touched at the same time, lay their palms flat against the stone.The screams rose up all around them; darkness swallowed them up. They were spat back out on the other side, in the future where they had meant to go. Now Claire and their baby would have a chance at survival.