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this is weird but would I change it? } OTA
Who: Claire & Jamie Fraser, Bree Randall, you???
Where: Claire's room, the clinic
When: Dec. 15-18
Rating: PG at most probably?
Summary: A very Lallybroch and North Carolina Yultide
The Story:
Fraser Residence
[ The entire week has been overwhelming, to say the absolute least about it. There's another version of herself floating around and Claire's contemplated saying something network wide but it doesn't feel right to do. But the sleepless nights, knowing exactly what's going through her younger self's mind, knowing how much is to come for her is...well. It's keeping her up at night.
That's why, late, she's strolling with Jamie around the grounds, just to clear their minds, hope for peaceful sleep. When they get back to their room, Claire opens the door and walks inside but then just stares. She doesn't even say anything, letting Jamie see it for himself.
The room is full of people and it's Lallybroch - full on, a Hogmanay celebration happening. As Claire watches, stunned, she realizes these people can't see her but the music, the dancing, it's all happening around her. Jenny and Ian, and there, together, are Jamie and Claire, dancing to a fiddler, younger - much younger - and Brianna running between their legs. Claire knows it's her because she could never forget that small face, but oh. It still makes her breath catch.
It's a Christmas past that never came to be, and she presses her fingers to her lips, feeling an ache in her chest. After about ten minutes the scene loops back to the beginning, playing again.
Anyone is welcome to see this scene should they visit the Fraser's. Once she's out of her stupor about it she'll explain what home was once, but how this version of it never happened for any of them. ]
The Clinic
[ Not even her usual place of solace is free from the event. It's as she's sitting at her desk in her office that she hears a baby begin to fuss and she looks up, realizing the immediate area in front of her has changed. There's a cabin, Jamie kneeling at the hearth with snow falling outside. Stockings hung as Claire (older now, the gray present in her hair) explains why and what for and that it isn't silly. There are four stockings, and the Claire watching the scene unfold wonders until.
Until.
Brianna wanders out, a child swaddled in her arms, held protective and close.
"Jemmy wanted his grandpa, I think."
"Och, give him here, then, the fire'll keep."
She watches as Jamie, a man denied the right to hold all three of his children cradles a grandchild close to his chest and it makes Claire's knees buckle, sinking back down into her office chair. Is this the future? Bree in North Carolina with them, a child, presumably a husband. (But no fifth stocking?) She blindly reaches for her messenger and just sends a text telling Jamie to get to the clinic.
Anyone visiting the clinic will see the scene, and it loops and loops and loops. ]
Where: Claire's room, the clinic
When: Dec. 15-18
Rating: PG at most probably?
Summary: A very Lallybroch and North Carolina Yultide
The Story:
Fraser Residence
[ The entire week has been overwhelming, to say the absolute least about it. There's another version of herself floating around and Claire's contemplated saying something network wide but it doesn't feel right to do. But the sleepless nights, knowing exactly what's going through her younger self's mind, knowing how much is to come for her is...well. It's keeping her up at night.
That's why, late, she's strolling with Jamie around the grounds, just to clear their minds, hope for peaceful sleep. When they get back to their room, Claire opens the door and walks inside but then just stares. She doesn't even say anything, letting Jamie see it for himself.
The room is full of people and it's Lallybroch - full on, a Hogmanay celebration happening. As Claire watches, stunned, she realizes these people can't see her but the music, the dancing, it's all happening around her. Jenny and Ian, and there, together, are Jamie and Claire, dancing to a fiddler, younger - much younger - and Brianna running between their legs. Claire knows it's her because she could never forget that small face, but oh. It still makes her breath catch.
It's a Christmas past that never came to be, and she presses her fingers to her lips, feeling an ache in her chest. After about ten minutes the scene loops back to the beginning, playing again.
Anyone is welcome to see this scene should they visit the Fraser's. Once she's out of her stupor about it she'll explain what home was once, but how this version of it never happened for any of them. ]
The Clinic
[ Not even her usual place of solace is free from the event. It's as she's sitting at her desk in her office that she hears a baby begin to fuss and she looks up, realizing the immediate area in front of her has changed. There's a cabin, Jamie kneeling at the hearth with snow falling outside. Stockings hung as Claire (older now, the gray present in her hair) explains why and what for and that it isn't silly. There are four stockings, and the Claire watching the scene unfold wonders until.
Until.
Brianna wanders out, a child swaddled in her arms, held protective and close.
"Jemmy wanted his grandpa, I think."
"Och, give him here, then, the fire'll keep."
She watches as Jamie, a man denied the right to hold all three of his children cradles a grandchild close to his chest and it makes Claire's knees buckle, sinking back down into her office chair. Is this the future? Bree in North Carolina with them, a child, presumably a husband. (But no fifth stocking?) She blindly reaches for her messenger and just sends a text telling Jamie to get to the clinic.
Anyone visiting the clinic will see the scene, and it loops and loops and loops. ]
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I'm all right. I...never thought I would have this. My family whole, under one roof. I want to believe it will happen, but Wonderland does enjoy hurting us.
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It does, and quite inventively besides. [He hasn't seen anything, himself, but perhaps that's only because he lacks any comparative holiday.]
I hope that it does happen for you, my dear.
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[ Claire leans into him a bit, sighing softly. ]
To even be able to meet our daughter seemed like a thing that would never happen but at least he has it here, if nothing else.
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She's a formidable young woman. Much like her mother. I have noted that much about her already.
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She does have some of my qualities. Oh, but she's the most like Jamie. Both of them stubborn as bloody mules once they dig in. But strong with hearts like I've never seen before.
[ She's so proud of her daughter, of her husband. ]
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You have a wide streak of stubbornness yourself, my dear girl. [And is she going to try to deny it? Regis feels that would only prove his point.]
But I look forward to becoming better acquainted with your husband.
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[ She's teasing. ]
We stubbornly insist the other is the actual stubborn one at least once a week.
[ But the way Claire say sit, it's fond, not a real argument ever. ]
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[He teases her gently in response, giving her shoulder a light squeeze again before he lets his hand drop.]
But I'm relieved you're not too shaken up. Wonderland can be incredibly unfair.
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[ Admittedly. ]
He didn't get anything with Brianna until now so to know in the future, if this is real, we could have a grandchild that he'll always know.
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It is far too easy to forget how complicated your life has been. [He muses aloud.] Time travel is... not a common phenomenon where I come from. I imagine the same is true for you.
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[ Claire shakes her head, letting out a breath. ]
I don't think I believed it until...
[ Until she was nearly assaulted. ]
Until I was taken to a castle that I'd visited only a day before in the future and knew was in ruins. Only the second time it was full of life and a clan leader and his family.
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Do you know the cause?
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[ A hard admission, but it's the truth. ]
There are ballads about it, about a woman who fell through time, but that she always went back again. When I was younger, it gave me so much hope. I wanted to be back in my time so badly, even after Jamie and I were married. Love didn't come for quite a while.
[ But now. Now she wishes she'd stopped being so bloody stubborn, in the hindsight that was knowing they'd gone through 20 years without one another. ]
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[Not unheard of in Regis' time, and he doesn't sound surprised. One didn't need to be of status for such things (not that he makes any assumptions of Jamie and Claire's status in the time they met). He leans lightly against the desk, settling himself to remain here while they continue this conversation.]
Or one of convenience?
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[ As sweet as the scene is, she would rather talk to Regis right now. ]
When I traveled in time, it was to a point where the British were very aggressively trying to re-possess Scotland and give it back to the Crown. No British woman would be alone in the Highlands unless she were a spy - for either side. Jamie's uncles didn't trust me and neither did the British; thank Christ the Scots were more willing to keep me. I was to report to a particular British officer whose methods of information extrusion were...
[ Her eyes flicker away from Regis for a moment. ]
Barbaric. But. A British officer cannot compel a Scot to appear in court. The solution then was simple. I had to marry into the clan. The lucky bachelor was Jamie.