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Outlander Fanfic Relay #8

Hello everyone! @moghraidhjamie here with #8 of the Outlander Fanfic Relay! Thanks again, team, for letting me jump down a few places.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Sassenach. It was usually a mild insult from a Scot to an Englishman or Englishwoman. But on his lips, it sounded right. It sounded like home.

"I...” I swallowed hard, my heart still in my throat, “I saw you, too.”

His hand raised as though to touch me before lowering again. I shakily stepped back in a gesture of invitation. Nodding his thanks, he stepped inside. As he passed me, I struggled against a bone-deep instinct to touch him.

Another door -- wood and iron. He wore a kilt and a vest over a loose shirt, and had a blade of some kind strapped to his side. He smiled and gave me a quick, familiar kiss as he passed, walking into a bedroom that I somehow knew to be ours.

I blinked away the image that had layered itself over the scene in front of me. When I looked at him, I saw that James also seemed to be trying to refocus his eyes.

“Did you--”

“Aye.” When his eyes focused, they were locked on my lips. I swallowed and turned, my hands shaking as I closed the door behind him. I silently led him to my still-dark living room where we sat on the couch, knees brushing, seeing only by the light of the streetlamps outside the window.

Our hearts beat, our breaths matched. We were, the both of us, at a loss for words.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed, taking simple comfort from his presence and the pressure of his knee against mine, before I broke the silence.

“What’s happening to us?”

He shook his head, “Dinna ken. But I,” he paused, formulating his thoughts before speaking with a heavy significance, “I know you.”

He knew me. He knew my heart, he knew my soul, he knew every part of me as I knew him.

“We’ve barely spoken.”

“I canna explain it.” He reached out, taking my hand in his. “When ye touch me, it warms me, Sassenach. It feels like--”

“Like coming home.”

You are my home now. It was an echo of a whisper, murmured in some far-off dream that didn’t feel like a dream at all. I shuttered.

“Aye. Just so.”

I twinned our fingers together, his hand inexplicably familiar in mine. “What was that dream? The field... all those men.”

He shook his head. “It dinna feel like a dream.” Seemingly moved by the same fear and bone-deep instincts that I was struggling against, he quietly asked, “May I?”

I wasn’t sure what exactly he was asking, but I nodded. He gently pulled me into his arms and, in an instant, the air felt lighter and it was easier to breathe. Safe. Safe. He is safe. I wrapped my arms under his overcoat and slid my hands across his back, nothing but our thin cotton t-shirts separating us.

His back felt smooth under the shirt. I felt conversely shaken and relieved by the absence of scars.

Blood everywhere, covering his back. His hands, tied to a post.

I pressed my face into his warm neck and tightened my arms, holding him to me. My Jamie. My love.

I didn’t know what the hell was happening, or why, but in that moment I knew beyond any doubt that I loved him, and that he was mine.

Over to you, @akb723

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Outlander Fanfic Relay #7

Heya everyone, this is @suhailauniverse for #7 of the Outlander Fanfic Relay!

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.

 She woke with a bone rattling jolt, her heart racing, ears deafeningly ringing and a film of cold sweat coating her skin, her breath coming in painful gasps. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the pitch darkness, her body and mind coming back to her as a car horn blew in the distance.

Jamie. The name scorched through her as she fisted her hands in her sheets. Jamie. He’d stood there, amidst the carnage, a look of unutterable sadness on his face as he gazed back at her. At once she sat up and stared at her hands. They’d glowed, as he’d done, and she could have sworn on everything she was the faintest of glimmers faded right before her eyes, but as she blinked, it was gone. Her hands lay upon her lap as unremarkable as they’d always been.

A dream, she told herself, shakily, it was just a fucking dream. Yet she could still feel the crisp night air caress her skin, the smell of death pricked her nostrils and an ache coursed through her as she’d never felt before. An ache that ripped her insides as finely as a surgical blade. An ache so acute, it took her breath away. She pressed her fist to her chest, a feeble attempt to slow down her heart rate, to stifle the pain that threatened to burst from within. Laying back down, she tried taking a few deep, steadying breaths, but nothing helped. Just a dream.

She pictured him then, as she’d known him - full of life and energy, despite his illness. His smile and gentle touch, a touch felt so sparingly as she tended him. His soothing voice and comforting presence, a balm. Without realizing it, her body had at once relaxed in the thought of him. How could the simple thought of a man she hardly knew have such an instantaneous effect on her? He seemed in that moment more real than anything she’d ever known. And before she’d even known that she’d decided, she was bolting off her bed, and years of practice at getting dressed in record time, was already halfway into whatever she could get her hands on in the dark.

What the hell are you doing, Beauchamp? She asked herself hopping down her hallway on one booted foot, as she stuffed the other into its mate. She had no answer to what was driving her, only that she knew, without any doubt, that she had to see him, talk to him. He’d said he’d heard the screaming too. What if...

She knew his address was in his medical files she’d brought home with her that day - she’d felt an inexplicable need to review his history after the incident at the hospital, but they’d proved frustratingly unhelpful, for the answers she sought couldn’t be gleaned from blood tests and doctors notes. She needed him.

She jotted down his address roughly on a piece of napkin, a sense of familiarity guiding her hand, and paused suddenly, hearing a soft shuffling on the other side of her front door. She froze where she stood, the hairs on her arms rising. She moved quickly then, towards the door, her heart beginning to race once more, not with fear this time, but promise. Her shaking hands fumbled with the lock, but finally opened it.

And there he stood, disheveled and still in his pajamas and slippers, with nothing but a overcoat on against the chilly air. They stood silently, staring, his eyes burrowing into hers, as they’d done on that field what felt like mere moments earlier.

“How’d you--?” she began, quietly.

“I… I felt ye, Sassenach. I saw ye!”

To you @moghraidhjamie!!