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I will find you-Prologue

A story where Jamie finds himself able to travel through the stones to another time and finds Claire.

This is the prologue for an upcoming story that I’m entering for the #OLPromptexchange hosted by @thelallybrochlibrary

Prologue Oct 1753

Jamie sat at the table, looking at the piece of paper in his hand stunned. Was this real? Could this really have just happened? His hands were shaking so bad that the paper fell to the floor.

It had been six and a half years since the Battle of Culloden, six and a half years since he lost his heart and soul. His Claire, his Sorcha, Sassench. The woman who carried his child. The child he’d guessed would be about four now.  He wondered what the child looked like. Did the child have red hair? Did the child look like Claire? Was it a boy or a girl? He didn’t much care as long as it was healthy he would be happy with whatever they had.

He hadn’t told anyone except Murtagh about Claire’s ability to travel through time or about the fact she was married to an ancestor to his mortal enemy in her own time. He could now though. The problem was would his family believe him? He knew Fergus missed Claire as much as he did. Jenny, thinking her dead,  was irate that she didn’t come back to Lallybroch for safety. Ian just wanted everyone to be happy and back to normal, though he did miss Claire, especially when Jamie and Jenny became their fiery hot tempered selves.

Picking up the paper from the floor he remember the scene that had happened not just hours ago…

Flashback

Jamie was sitting behind the desk in the study, looking over the ledgers when there was a sudden knock at the door.

“This is it.”, he thought, standing up while Ian got up to answer the door.

Ian open the door to two English soldiers he didn’t recognize but from his vantage point Jamie could see who they were.

“May we come in? We’re here to see James Fraser,” the young man Jamie recognized as William Grey asked.

“Let him in Ian, Claire saved his life, let’s see what he wants,” replied Jamie.

Ian stepped aside and the two men stepped inside, the older one introduced himself as Harold Grey, He was the one who saved Jamie’s life. They owed it to them to listen.

“Mister Fraser, started Harold Grey, “We have come to give you the pardon that you never received while at the mercy of Captain Randall.” Handing over the paper with the  seal of King George II.

Reaching out Jamie took it and that’s when Jenny took this as an opportune moment to come in the room.

“WHAT ARE THEY DOIN HERE?,” she shouted at Jamie and Ian.

“Calm down Jenny, they are just bringing news to Jamie from the King,” Ian said.

“Nothing good can come of this,” she said.

“We brought him his pardon ma’am,” John said.

While his sister was in hysterics at having two English soldiers in the house Jamie opened the pardon and read it.

Pardon of James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser of Lallybroch

I, King George II of England hereby pardon James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser of Lallybroch of the following crimes.

Obstruction and the imprisonment that followed, as well as the price of ten thousand pounds that was on his head subsequently hereafter. 

The treason which occurred because Charles Stuart forged your name shall be forgiven

      As such I reinstate your title as Laird BrochTurah of Lallybroch as well as back payments.

        Sincerlly, King George II

Jamie opened the satchel which held the coins filled with the back payments then handed them to Ian. Free. He was Free.

“Thank you both,” He said with such shock and awe in his voice he could scarcely breathe.

“I don’t believe it,” his sister stated.”There has to be a catch, what does His Majesty want?”

“Nothing madam, just honoring a deal he made that was never upheld because one of his officers took advantage of the situation,” Harold responded.

“I petitioned on your behalf because I didn’t want to fight in the first place, and I remembered the mercy both your wife and yourself showed me that night we first met,” interjected John to the unspoken question. “I can only hope this is the slow start of putting two countries back together.”    

“Maybe perhaps one day we could work together to bring full peace between both countries?” Harold said.

“Perhaps, this will not be the last time we get in touch with each other nor see each other sir,” Jamie said.

“I hope not, Good day,”  John said.

The men walked out and the door closed behind them. Jenny let out a sigh of relief, Ian looked over at his best friend to see if he was alright. He was staring down at the  paper. Ian hobbled over to move Jamie to sit at the table.

“Jenny get yer brother a dram will ye?,” Ian said sitting next to his friend.

Brining over three drams she looked over at her brother and all she could make out was “She can come home, they can know the truth”

“What are ye talking about brother?,” Jenny said looking anxious.

“Before I tell ye, I need ye to go and get Fergus for me. He has a right to know what happened to as well.”

Jenny left to go fetch Fergus, her brothers other faithful companion, his son.

Mi Lord, you’re okay! I was so worried when I saw the soldier.” Fergus said running up to hug Jamie.

“Aye, I am. Please sit Fergus.” “Now, Jamie,” continued Jenny, “What are you talking about, who can come home and what truth?”

“I’m talking about Claire, she’s no dead. She’s verra much alive.” He said.

“Then where is she?”, Ian asked.

I sent her back to her own time right before the battle of Culloden so she and the bairn could be safe.”

Three stunned faces stared back at him.

He had questions being thrown at him from all directions.

“WHAT?”

“Mi Lady can travel through time?”

“Can we go get her?”

“Ye stupid arse”

“Alright! Sit down! And I’ll tell ye what happened.”

[underthewingsofthblackeagle]

Without Worry (4): Of Sons and Daughters (1)

(”Küche” by agata822)

        It was still dark when Claire awoke the next morning. As her hand fumbled for Jamie, she found him lying on his back as usual. She caressed his chest gently until he pulled her to himself with his arm and she rested her head on his chest.

        "Good morning, Sassenach. How are you?“

        "Good morning, my Love. I’m feeling better. Much better."

        He pulled her closer and kissed her.

        Tenderly she stroked his chest and they were just laying quietly together for a while.         "Can I ask you a question, Sassenach?"

        She knew it had to be a serious matter if he asked this way.

        "Sure.”         His chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath.         "Do you have any idea why this is all happening now, I mean … why these memories are reentering our lives with such power … right now?“

        To his surprise, she answered immediately.         "That’s a good question and I’ve already asked it myself.”         "And did you find an answer?“

        "Perhaps our memory wants to create order, now that we are no longer on the run, now that we have come to rest externally and inwardly. What do you think?”         "I agree.“         Again they were silent for a moment.

        Jamie’s chest rose and fell and he had begun drawing small circles on her back with his left hand. Claire sensed that his question had not really been answered yet.         "Are you worried about that?”         "Last night I worried about your health, Sassenach.“

        He pulled her to him again and kissed her forehead.         "And you? Are you worried?”         Claire met his eyes and then slowly shook her head.

        "No, last night … well, I felt really nauseated. But that was not because of the memory … rather because of the way I remembered these things. It was … as if … I was going to experience everything again … and it all happened so fast … It was as if a maelstrom pulled me down.“

        She saw his dismayed look, so she quickly added:

        "But the memories … no, they do not scare me. I’m glad we can finally talk about it. All those awful things we had to go through were not able to separate us and our memories of those difficult times will not do that either. On the contrary, I … I even have the impression that these difficult experiences, now that we talk about them, bring us even closer together."

        On Jamie’s face a wide smile became visible.         "I feel the same, Claire, truly.”         He brushed one of her rebellious curls off her face and kissed her.

        "I’ve always felt safe with you, Jamie, well, except … during the short time … after our argument at the inn … and after our reconciliation, I decided to trust you again. But after Cranesmuir and our conversation in the woods … when I told you my whole crazy story and … and you believed me, there was never any doubt in me that I could trust you completely. I do not doubt it today and I never will. I’m glad I can share everything with you.“

(”Kräutergarten” by tassilo111)  

        After breakfast, Fergus immediately declared that he would now go out to feed the chickens and provide the cow with new straw. Before Claire could say anything, he had already left the house. She looked at Jamie in surprise, but he just smiled.

        "Men’s talk, aye?” she asked, shaking her head slightly in unbelief. But her husband just grinned.

        While Claire did the dishes, Jamie got his appliances out of one of the barns. Fergus was standing in the yard feeding the chickens as Claire stepped out of the front door to say goodbye to Jamie. He tried discretely to look aside as they kissed each other goodbye. It made him happy to see them like that, because gave him a certain feeling of security. As long as Milord and Milady were fine and they stayed together, he would be able to stay with them. He would have a home.

        Shortly thereafter, Claire began her work. The garden behind the house was like a big square. Four stamped paths in the shape of a cross divided it into four fields of equal size. She had provided two fields for various vegetable plants. On another field were various berry bushes and fruit plants and on the fourth field she had created an herb garden. All these plants had to be watered and therefore she needed the help of Fergus.         The entire property, which had been made available to them, was bordered on one side by a brook. It could only be reached by a bridge, which could be used by a larger coach. The brook also flowed past the garden, but since it was surrounded by a wall, one had to go from the garden through the yard to the bridge and get a bucket from there into the river to fetch the water.

        In principle, Claire could always rely on his help, but during the last days it seemed that Fergus was a little bit reluctant to do his work. So much bigger was her surprise when she came into the garden that morning and there were already two full buckets of water waiting for her. Shortly thereafter, Fergus appeared with two more full buckets, which he exchanged for those with which she had just watered the fruit bushes. Without grumbling, he made his way to the brook to refill the empty buckets. And so it went on, until all plants in their garden were watered. Fergus did not complain once, did not start to lament as usual, or take long breaks. Claire watched his behavior with great pleasure, but said nothing. Nevertheless, he did not miss the smile on her face. When it was time to prepare lunch for him and Jamie, she said:

        "Come with me Fergus, you worked so hard, you deserve a break.“

        Back in the kitchen she poured him a cup of milk and gave him one of the sweet rolls she had baked in the morning. As he ate, she prepared the basket with sandwiches, some apples and water for their lunch. Then she sent him to the field to bring Milord his lunch. When she heard the gate close behind Fergus, she took a sandwich and a cup of tea she had prepared for herself, sat down at the kitchen table and began to eat. Fergus would be gone for at least two hours and she wanted to spend an hour trying to get some rest. After finishing her lunch, Claire grabbed another cup of tea and a book. She carried both into the yard and sat down on the small bench, which stood under a window on the left side of the front door. She might have read for half an hour when the door in the gate opened and Fergus strolled in.

        "Fergus! What are you doing here? Has something happened to Jamie?” she asked surprised.

        Fergus, equally surprised, looked at her and said:

        "No. I brought Milord lunch, ate with him and then I returned.“

        "But why did you come back so early?"

        Claire knew very well that Fergus liked staying with Jamie longer than necessary, and that on the way home he liked to detour and wander around. But Fergus answered:

        "There is still a lot to do in the garden and in the barns. I thought you needed my help."

        "Yes, sure,” Claire answered and got up. If he was so willing, she did not want to miss this chance.

        They worked until the late afternoon. Together they had cleaned the garden of dead scrub and then cleaned up one of the barns in which the previous owners had stowed away old lumber. Some of the things were still good. Claire found some slightly rusty scissors that could be restored with some work. In addition, she found a number of clay pots in different sizes, which she could use very well in the garden. Old, partly broken furniture made up most of the lump. She would have to talk to Jamie about it. Maybe he could restore some of the furniture. The rest they could definitely use as firewood. When they finished the work in the barn, Claire took a brush and brushed the dust off her and Fergus’ clothes and hair.

        "Come on, Fergus, let’s go in. We’ve done enough for today.“

(”Fetter Brötchen” by Flyfishinghut)

       Shortly after, she put tea and sweet rolls on the table and encouraged Fergus to eat. She watched with pleasure as he relished his roll. He really looked a little tired.

        "Would you like another cup of tea or maybe some milk?"

        "No, thank you."

        She poured herself another cup of tea, took a seat next to him on the bench and hugged him. He put his head to her chest and she began to cuddle his hair gently.

        "Thank you, Fergus, for all that you have done today, you have been of great help to me."

        "I liked doing that for you, Milady."

        "I know. But I thank you from my heart. Do you remember the day in Culloden, Fergus? The day Jamie and I had to send you away?"

        "Yes Milady."

        "And do you remember what we said to you, when we had to send you away?”

        "Yes Milady. I never forgot. Milord called me ‘mon fils’ and said he loved me like a son … and you hugged me and said you loved me like your own son. I never forgot, Milady. And I … I love you and Milord too … very much.“

        "We are very grateful for you, Fergus and we are happy that finally we all can be together again - you, Jamie and I. And what we said at Culloden is still true today. We love you like our own son."

        In order to emphasize her words, she pressed him even closer.

        "But in the last days I thought about some things I think I have to talk about with you."

        Startled, he raised his head and looked at her with wide eyes.

        "Did I do something wrong, Milady?"

        "No, Fergus, you did nothing wrong. Nothing."

        Gently she pressed his head back against her chest and stroked his hair.

        "There is something I like to ask you. When Jamie was imprisoned, we tried everything to free him. When he was transported to Helwater, we finally had a chance and took advantage of it. But the only way to preserve Jamie’s and our freedom was to go abroad. We knew that we could not go back to France because we would certainly be searched there. The colonies were not an option for us either. As you know, they are teeming with Englishmen and redcoats. But luckily I met someone who helped us and we were able to come here. When … when Jamie and I were reunited, we also wanted to have you back with us. That’s why we contacted the Murray’s and asked them to send you to us so we could take you with us. We were so happy when Grá finally brought you to us."

        He raised his head again and smiled.

        "So was I, Milady."

        "Yes, Fergus, but we … we never asked you if you wanted to come with us."

        Again he looked at her in astonishment.

        "But Milady, have you forgotten, what you told me?"

        "What do you mean, Fergus?"

        "You told me, that I belong to you and Milord and that I always will have a home with you."

        "Oh yes, that’s still true!"

        Claire felt tears spilling into her eyes and she gave them free rein.

        "Milady, why are you crying?"

        "Joy, Fergus, pure joy. I’m so glad that you want to be with us."

        "Oh yes Milady. Have you ever doubt it?"

        "No, Fergus, no. But you know, when we came here after this long journey, there was so much to do. This big house had to be cleaned and rearranged. Jamie immediately had to take care of the fields so that we could have a harvest this year. There was so much to do and we had so little time for you. Tell me, are you missing anything?"

        He smiled, but then his face took on a thoughtful look.

        "Sometimes I miss Mr. and Mrs. Murray and I miss the other kids, especially the boys. I miss to go hunting with Milord. I miss the mountains and the forests. The country here is … very different. But I’m still happy to be with you and Milord. I missed you both very much when Milord was imprisoned and you were in England."

        He was silent for a moment. His face clearly showed that he was thinking seriously. Then he continued:  

        "I talked to Milord and he promised me he would go and catch rabbits and trout. He also told me that we will have more time together when the winter comes. Then he will have more time to teach us the language. And if I first speak the language better, then I will certainly soon find new friends. No, I am glad that I can be with you. And if you ever move again I will be with you. That’s were I belong. My home is with you. You do not have to worry, Milady."

        When Claire felt tears running down her cheeks again, she gently squeezed the small head with the restless brown curls against her chest.

        "Yes, Fergus, because we love each other neither of us has to worry.”

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I could rewatch this a million times….#Outlander 3x11