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[clairesbeauchamp]

OUTLANDER: BLOOD OF MY BLOOD | 1.10 Something Borrowed

[manders1984]

"Perhaps in time, you'll be able to find some joy in the remembrance of this day."

Outlander: Blood of My Blood, 1x06

[flyinghome-againstthewind]

And Miles to Go Before I Sleep

The sun was dipping low in the sky when they finally gave the horse a rest and found shelter for the night tucked against a crumbling brick wall that would do little but block the wind. It was better than nothing, Julia thought, and better by far than the alternative of being still at Leathers.

She didn’t realize her legs had fallen asleep sitting so long astride the horse until Henry went to help her down and had to catch her from falling face-first into the dirt. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” she breathed, clutching William to her as Henry kept her steady and upright. “My legs just weren’t prepared to stand, apparently.”

Henry’s hold on her tightened and she leaned forward until her head was tucked in the juncture of his neck, William safely coccooned between their bodies. It had been… so very long since she had been held in such love, unhurried and without fear of being found, and that last time, on the other side of the standing stones, she had certainly taken the comfort and safety of Henry’s arms for granted.

Henry pressed a kiss to her temple and she couldn’t explain the rush of tears this brought on beyond that she had gotten so used to bracing against unwanted touches and manufacturing distance where she could, and the relief to have that behind her now struck her swiftly and powerfully.

Now, there was only Henry, only the mending nature of his love upon her battered heart, and the knowledge that they were, at long last, on the road that would lead them home to Claire.

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[buffyfan145]

Great ep of "Outlander" too this week and getting more of Fergus's backstory and who his bioparents might be!!! 😀 I know there's been a theory for a while that Claire might be one of Fergus's descendants, but having watched "Blood of my Blood" and knowing she has a brother William out there and if he stayed in the past he likely had children and grandchildren, and knowing Fergus's biomom's last name was Beauchamp it's starting to make me wonder if that's the connection. Either way I like the idea that Fergus and Claire might really be blood related after all these years.

[owlish-peacock36]

The Scope of the Heart: Chapter 2

Sadly, no Jamie in this chapter. But we’ve gotta build up to that, right?! (I promise you’ll see him soon.)

It was the tenth time in one hour that Claire had looked at her mobile. Perhaps she should be focused on work, but slow days at the nurse’s station led to extreme boredom, and the inability to stay awake. The screen before her lit up with the angular face of her new acquaintance. She hadn’t realized he had taken a picture when he intercepted her phone, but there he was: lips upturned, hair aflame.

Claire didn’t know much about this man, but she could deduce one thing: Jamie Fraser was a sneaky bastard.

A sneaky, handsome bastard.

“And who is this?!”

The phone disappeared from Claire’s hands in a flash sandy locks, and teal scrubs.

“Geillis!”

Claire’s fingers wiggled as she stretched toward the device in her friend’s hands, but as Geillis had a good 5 inches on her, it remained out of her reach.

“GEILLIS!”

“What a handsome lad… Is this yer new boyfriend? Good for ye!””

“No, Geil. He isn’t my boyfriend. Give me my phone back!” She bounced, her fingertips knocking the phone out of the blonde’s hands. It clattered to the ground with a sickening rattle. “Geillis, I swear to God, if my screen is cracked…”

“It’s no my fault. YOU hit it.” Claire was an only child, and had never experienced the nuances of a sibling relationship. But, she felt as if Geillis were the older sister she never had.

As she bent to pick up her phone, she said a little prayer. Thankfully, she had bought a heavy duty case for the poor iPhone the previous week, and the drop had only caused a small divot in the plastic.

“So…?”

“So what?”

Geillis flipped her hands in a go on gesture. “So… who is that on yer phone?”

“Just someone I met at the park. Willie hit it off with his daughter, so we exchanged information for playdates, and such.”

“And real dates too, I hope.”

“Geillis…” It was a half-hearted warning. When Geillis started, there was no stopping her “What?! Did ye really expect me to see a hot guy on yer phone and not question ye about it?”

“I didn’t really expect you to see it at all…”

“Is it a secret, then? Does he have a wife?!”

“Geillis!”

“If ye say my name one more time—”

“It isn’t like that, I told you. He’s just a dad—“

“Mmhmm. Daddy…”

“JUST A DAD that I met at the park. Willie and Brianna—his girl—really seemed to have a good time. And I just… I don’t know, I jumped at that chance.” Claire sighed, trying not to let the emotions get the best of her. But she could already feel her eyes prickle at the thought of her mop haired child. “I worry about him. Ever since the move… he’s had trouble connecting with his classmates. He needs a friend. And I thought maybe this could be it.”

“Aye.” Geillis’ long fingers twirled in the brunette’s curls in a soothing motion. “Ye want what’s best for him, of course. Yer the best mam.”

“Hardly.”

“Weel, yer the best mam I know. But, he’s a wonderful lad, Claire. He’ll be alright.”

“I know that.”

“And what about what’s best for ye? Ye can have fun, ye ken. Frank wouldna begrudge ye that. He’d want ye to be happy, too.”

“I know that,” Claire repeated. “But I’m not ruining Willie’s only friendship by having sex with her dad.”

“I’m no saying that.” The Scot rolled her eyes. “But, ye should get out more. Come to the pub with Joe and I sometime. Take a yoga class. Something. Anything.”

The ringing of the desk phone was a harsh interruption.

“Nurse Beauchamp, please hold.”

“Joe and I are going out tomorrow night. Get a sitter, and come with us.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all I ask.”

***

Claire watched as her trainers sunk into the puddles as she walked up her driveway. Twelve hours of work, and she couldn’t find it in her to care about the ruined white pleather. All she wanted was some coffee, her bed, and her son.

“MUMMY!”

Speak of the devil… The boy came flying out of the doorway to clutch his mother around her waist. Claire clung to him in return, bending to place her nose in the riotous curls. He smelled of strawberry and soap; Mrs. Graham--the angel--must have given him a bath.

“Honey, where are your shoes?” Willie stood before her, his feet encased in knee-high socks… and nothing else. They were dirty and damp from the rainwater on the ground.

He looked down, as if surprised at his shoeless-ness, and merely shrugged.

“Well, c’mere you!” Claire grabbed him quickly, lifting him in her arms. He was almost too old for such actions, but not quite. She ran full speed toward the door, tickling Willie’s stomach simultaneously. He shrieked and wiggled, but her grip was tight.

“MUM, NO!”

“MUM, YES!”

Claire continued her assault until the entered the house, and she dropped him unceremoniously on the sofa. Willie was beet red and grinning ear-to-ear.

“Was work good, Mama?”

“Oh, it was alright. I would have rather spent it with you, though.” With that, she planted a tiny kiss on his nose. “Where’s Mrs. Graham?”

“Kitchen.”

“Wash your hands for dinner. And take those dirty socks off!”

Claire entered the kitchen through the archway, and the smell immediately hit her. Garlic, onions chicken. Pungent scents that merged together to make her stomach rumble. The small, gray haired was hunched over the stove, a cloud of steam surrounding her.

“Mrs. Graham. I told you before that you don’t have to cook dinner.”

“Och, I ken that,” Mrs. Graham rang from over her shoulder. “But it’s the least I could do after ye’ve had such a long day.”

“I appreciate it. I just hope you don’t feel obligated.”

“Never. Ye are family. The daughter I never had.” Mrs. Graham was blessed with 4 children… All boys. All living far away all across Europe and America. “And Willie might as weel be my grandson. So let me spoil ye two!”

“Fine, fine! I won’t argue when the food smells so good!” Claire approached the older woman, peeking at the cooking. “And what are we having?”

“Just some pasta, my dear. Ye should wash up before dinner. Ye smell of rubbing alcohol.”

“Will do!”

***

A short shower made Claire feel somewhat human again, but the growling in her stomach had yet to cease.

Thank God for Mrs. Graham.

She re-entered the kitchen to find the other two inhabitants sitting primly at the table, large bowl of pasta in the middle.

“Am I late?” She teased.

“Nay, dear. We just sat down. Come join us.”

“Don’t mind if I do!”

The three are in silence. Well, the two women ate in silence as they listened to Willie’s ramblings about his school day.

“...And Mrs. MacLeod has these little bears. She said they’re ‘posed to help us with numbers, but I think they’re pretty, ‘cause they’re all rainbow colors…”

The women chuckled at the young boy’s musings, hanging on his every detail as he became more and more animated.

“...And then Cole touched the piano AND HE WAS SENT TO THE OFFICE!”

“Oh no!”

“Mmhmm!!” Willie answered as he took another bite, smearing cheesy white sauce on his chin.

They finished their meals quickly, and worked together to wash the dishes, singing radio tunes.

“Will, say goodbye to Mrs. Graham, and go brush your teeth for bed. You smell like garlic!”

The little boy ran to the older woman, grasping her about the waist. “Bye, Mrs. Graham!” And he was off in a flash, as was the M.O. of small children.

Claire led Mrs. Graham to the door, seeing her out of the house.

“Thank you for dinner. It was wonderful. As usual.”

“Not a problem, dear. Ye work hard. Ye deserve a homemade meal.”

“Well, I appreciate it all the same.”

“You’re welcome. Goodnight, Claire!”

Claire watched the older woman walk down the drive toward her automobile. It was a split second decision, one Claire had no idea she was making.

“Mrs. Graham!” The other woman paused, hand on her car door handle. “Are you free to babysit tomorrow night?”

[flyinghome-againstthewind]

Wednesday 100: Separate Loves

It was easy to draw contrasts between her children — how William didn’t settle at a song like Claire had, but he slept better than his sister at that stage. How newborn Claire’s eyes took up half her face, while William’s face was longer, his cheeks fuller.

Differences aside, they were, inarguably, the most beautiful things she’d beheld. The love Julia felt for them was the very same, even as she’d once worried she couldn’t love another child as she loved Claire. How could she have known the real heartache in growing their family would be in the separation of it?

[owlish-peacock36]

TSOTH Children

In The Scope of the Heart, Brianna and William are not canon Bree and Willie. Bree shares no blood with Claire, and Willie shares no blood with Jamie. Here are the children the way I see them in the story 😊😊

Catch up here!

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