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been out for a while, but dont worry, im aware of the chapter 4 dropping today

gonna be doing heavy notes on it

#nova need to do A LOT OF EDITING #or maybe not?#let see #poppy playtime

A Different Take (Jamie as the Sassanech) Introduction

Okay another that won't let me go. Was writing this in the bath. Sooo let's see where it goes. Please please tell me what y'all think.

"And what in the holy hell was that?" Jamie Fraser Beauchamp thinks. He is in Scotland with his wife Eloise for a much needed vaction after the end of the war. He had served as a medic and Eloise as a nurse. Despite this they had spent must of the last seven years apart. So this second honeymoon was quite important.

He had been exploring the strange standing stones. Eloise was shopping for the first home they would have together. He had left her looking at vases.

The standing stones fasinated him. His father Brian and mum Elizabeth were both historians. They had brought him up to be courious. And the stones they seem to call him.

He had approached the tallest one and felt himself be pulled. In a split secound he saw his whole life. From the first split of the ovum that would be himself to the present. He slowly gets up and shakes his head.

"What the..?" He still stands on the hilltop in front of the stones. He shudders and backs up. Enough exploring for today. He walks on shaky legs back down the hill making a mental note to tell his parents about the stones.

He walks for awhile before he realises that it wasn't the same hillside. It seemed the same. But wasn't. The trees. He stops and studies them trying to put a name for his queer feeling. The wrongness. That is when he hears the shot.

He reacts instinctively. He throws himself flat on the ground. From there he watches horses gallop by. What the..? The man on them were dressed as old English soldiers. Redcoats. A reenactment then? No. Not using live ammo. While thinking this, he sees what only be discribed as Highland Warriors rush past him. This kilt wearing, broadsword carrying men ran the opposite direction as the redcoats.

Was he having a stroke? A dream? No. He can smell them. Feel the breeze their kilts make as they pass him. What then?

"Hey. Who are ye?" One of the men had spotted him. He is a big burly man with wild hair and a full beard.

"James Alexander Fraser Beauchamp. Everyone calls me Jamie." He stands on shaky legs and offers his hand. The man just stares at him.

"A Sassanech. Your people went the other direction. And why be ye out of uniform?"

"Ahhh."

"Nevermind. Ye are coming with us. A Sassanech alone is no to be trusted."

The stranger grabbed him and started to haul him away. He was big but so was Jamie. He stands 6'3 and seven years of war had strengthened him. He plants his feet.

"I will go nowhere with you."

The stranger lifts a club off his belt, and without arguement or discussion, hit him in the side of the head. He went

"What is this, then?" Dougal Mackenzie had a long day already. Murtagh hauling in a half conscious strange red headed man was not welcome.

"I dinna ken. He is a Sassanech. But says one of his name be Fraser. He was all alone out of uniform."

"I see. We will take him to my brother. But first we must do something with Claire.

His niece Claire's rescue had been the purpose of the raid. She had been kidnapped by the notorious Black Jack Randall. They had, thank God, rescued her before she was molested but her shoulder was injured in the process.

"Aye."

Jamie came to himself to find himself in a small cabin surrounded by men in kilts. And one lady. She sits apart from the rest near the fireplace. She holds her arm in a way that tells him she is in pain. His instincts kick in and he goes to approach her.

"Woah laddie. Where do ye think ye are going?" The man who had kidnapped him puts his arm out.

"She is in pain."

She looks up at the sound of his voice. A Sassanech. But with compassion in his voice.

"Aye. What concern of it be yers?"

"I am a medic. I can help."

"Medic?" The word floats around the room. The men seem not to know the meaning. But they must?

"Please Murtagh let him through. If he can help." She says.

Murtagh looks to the tall bald man who seemed to be in charge. He nods. Murtagh releases him but follows. He keeps his hand on his dirk as the ' Jamie' approachs Claire.

"Hello. My name is Jamie."

"Claire Elizabeth Mackenzie."

"Claire. Can you tell me what happened?"

"She fell off a horse. Can ye help her or not?" Baldy asks.

"Yes. It seems to be a simple dislocation. I will pop it back in place. It will hurt for a second Claire. But then will be much better."

"Okay."

He holds her brown eyes with his blue ones as he takes her arm.

"On three."

She nods.

"One two." And he jerks, lifting and placing her shoulder back into place. She turns white but, to her credit doesn't scream. "Better?"

"Much. Thank ye Jamie."

"You are welcome. We need to secure it. I need a length of clean clothe."

In the end he settles for a slightly grungy one and a belt. But he gets her arm steadied.

"Can she ride?"

"As long as someone else rides with her to work the reins."

"Okay. Your job then. Let's move out. Have quite a lot more riding to do."

"Wait. I have to.."

"All ye have to do laddie is help get Himself's niece back to Castle Leoch."

Castle Leoch?!

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