[ Claire supposes that's the only logical - if anyone is applying logic to such things - to come to and she nods. ]
I did. To 1743. I thought I was in some sort of war re-enactment, only I couldn't find the road or my car. Instead, I found a clan of Scots who immediately took me for a British spy. Or a whore, considering the dress I was in resembled a shift and I was walking through the woods barefoot. But in their camp, they had an injured man and I tended to his dislocated shoulder, got it back into place. I tried to run, he tracked me down. Then he went and got himself shot, which I also tended to. It was the first time I ever saw James Fraser. By no means was it love, I only wanted to get home and tried my damndest, but I was captured by the British who in turn thought I was a spy for Scotland. They wanted me arrested and sent to prison for treason where I surely would have hanged. But if I were to marry a member of the laird's family, I would be protected. And...so a few weeks later, my marriage to Jamie was arranged.
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I did. To 1743. I thought I was in some sort of war re-enactment, only I couldn't find the road or my car. Instead, I found a clan of Scots who immediately took me for a British spy. Or a whore, considering the dress I was in resembled a shift and I was walking through the woods barefoot. But in their camp, they had an injured man and I tended to his dislocated shoulder, got it back into place. I tried to run, he tracked me down. Then he went and got himself shot, which I also tended to. It was the first time I ever saw James Fraser. By no means was it love, I only wanted to get home and tried my damndest, but I was captured by the British who in turn thought I was a spy for Scotland. They wanted me arrested and sent to prison for treason where I surely would have hanged. But if I were to marry a member of the laird's family, I would be protected. And...so a few weeks later, my marriage to Jamie was arranged.