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entrancelogs2018-12-13 05:29 pm
beautifullies) wrote in entrancelogs2018-12-13 05:29 pm
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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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"It begs the question as to who the father is," he muses aloud, though.
He'll certainly be glad if it's not Roger MacKenzie, however.
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"A house filled with little ones. Just like you always wanted."
Even if not his own children, still his blood.
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It was all for naught, in the end. They'd had a child, but nowhere near the life they'd imagined together.
"Aye. A house filled to the brim wi' the warmth of our love."
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