#Ellen Janet Randall Fraser

[badlymadeocs]

Hey, i was finally getting to writing my Outlander girl(aka finally stopped looking up random 18th century facts as procrastination) and now i can't decide who to use as her face so...

Her name's Ellen Janet Randall Fraser and she's supposed to be Brianna's twin (definitely fraternal btw)

Kaya Scodelario (for some reason she reminds me of Claire)

Riley Keough (reminds me of Jamie)

[legends-of-time]

The Strength of a High and Noble Hill (Outlander Story) Timeline - 17th and 18th Centuries

Thought I would a timeline here as my timeline is a mix of my own stuff and the show/books. This will be getting updated as I go along. This is also for our own sanity to look back at. Advice is not to read if not up to date with current story as spoilers. Been split into two.

Masterlist

(19th and 20th Centuries)

23 December 1688 - James VII and II is deposed in the Glorious Revolution and is succeeded by his daughter Mary II as Queen of England, Scotland, and Ireland along with her husband and co-ruler King William III and II

March 1689 to February 1692 - First Jacobite rising

1691 - Brian Robert David Fraser is born (Lovat/Davina)

1695 - Ellen Catriona Sileas Mackenzie is born (Jacob/Anne)

8 March 1702 - Anne becomes Queen of England, Scotland, and Ireland then Queen of Great Britain and Ireland on 1 May 1707

1 August 1714 - Queen Anne I dies and is succeeded by George I, King of Great Britain and Ireland

September 1715 to February 1716 - Second Jacobite rising

1716 - Brian and Ellen marry and William Simon Murtagh Mackenzie Fraser is born (Brian/Ellen)

1719 - Janet (Jenny) Flora Arabella Fraser is born (Brian/Ellen)

5 June 1719 - Battle of Glen Shiel (third Jacobite attempt)

May 1720 - Ian Murray is born

1 May 1721 - James (Jamie) Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser is born (Brian/Ellen)

1726 - Laoghaire MacKenzie is born

1727 - King George I dies and his son succeeds him as George II, King of Great Britain and Ireland and Jamie’s brother William dies of smallpox

1729 - Lord John Grey is born and Ellen Fraser dies giving birth to Robert Brian Gordon Mackenzie Fraser (Brian/Ellen) who dies as well

1 May 1733 - Gillian Edgars/Geillis Duncan arrives through the stones from 1968

1735 - Fergus Claudel Fraser is born

1739 - Geneva Dunsany Ransom is born

October 1740 - Jamie is captured by Captain Jack Randall, Brian Fraser dies of a stroke and Jamie flees to France

1740 - Jenny marries Ian Murray

1741 - James (Young Jamie) Alexander Gordon Fraser Murray is born (Jenny/Ian)

2 May 1743 - Claire arrives through the stones at Craigh na Dun and meets Jamie who's returned to Scotland

June 1743 - Claire and Jamie get married

November 1743 - Margaret (Maggie) Ellen Fraser Murray is born (Jenny/Ian)

January 1744 - William Buccleigh Mackenzie is born (Dougal/Geillis)

February 1744 - Claire and Jamie leave for France

12 May 1744 - Brian Ian Fraser is born in Paris

August 1744 - Jamie returns from the Bastille

September 1744 - Arrive at Lallybroch

February 1745 - Katherine (Kitty) Mary Fraser Murray born (Jenny/Ian)

July 1745 - Battles begin (fourth and final Jacobite rising)

17 September 1745 - The Jacobites take Edinburgh

September 1745 - Lord John and Brian meet

21 September 1745 - Jacobite victory at Prestonpans

December 1745 - The Jacobites take Derby few hundred miles from London then retreat north

17 January 1746 - Last Jacobite victory at Falkirk

March 1746 - Mary Hawkins marries Jack Randall

16 April 1746 - The Culloden near Inverness defeat and Brian almost 2 sent to future through the stones at Craigh na Dun with Claire (2 months pregnant) and appear mid April 1948

1748 - Michael and Janet Fraser Murray born (Jenny/Ian)

December 1749 - Caitlin Fraser Murray born and died (Jenny/Ian)

1751 - Marsali Jane MacKimmie is born (Simon/Loaghaire)

15 November 1752 - Young Ian James Fitzgibbons Fraser Murray born (Jenny/Ian)

February 1753 - Fergus loses his hand to a British soldier

16 May 1753 - Jamie enters Ardsmuir Prison

1755 - Lizzie Wemyss born (Joseph)

1756 - Josiah Beardsley and Keziah Beardsley are born

September 1756 - Jamie arrives at Helwater

9 January 1758 - William (Willie) Clarence Henry George Ransom is born (Geneva/Jamie) and Geneva Dunsany Ransom dies

1760 - Rachel Hunter is born

25 October 1760 - King George II dies and his grandson succeeds him as George III, King of Great Britain and Ireland

26 April 1764 - William Tryon becomes Governor of North Carolina

July 1764 - Jamie leaves Helwater

Early 1765 - Jamie marries Laoghaire but soon moves to Edinburgh

1766 - Rollo is born

November 1766 - Claire comes through stones at Craigh na Dun from 1968 leading to Jamie’s annulment to Laoghaire

Spring 1767 - Fergus and Marsali marry

September 1767 - Jamie and Claire settling on newly established Fraser's Ridge

December 1767 - Germain Alexander Claudel Mackenzie Fraser is born (Fergus/Marsali)

May 1769 - Brian and Ellen come through the stones at Craigh na Dun

June 1769 - Meet the Murray's

July 1769 - Brian and Ellen meet Lizzie Wemyss and travel to the US

September 1769 - Meet with Roger in US, Bonnet’s attack then find reunite with family

November 1769 - It’s revealed Ellen is pregnant and Roger is sold to the Mohawks

December 1769 - Move to River Run as Claire, Jamie and Ian look for Roger

5 March 1770 - Boston Massacre

March 1770 - Re-meet Lord John

April 1770 - Fergus and Marsali arrive at River Run on their way to Frasers’ Ridge

May 1770 - Claire and Jamie return (Ian has been adopted by Kanyen’kehaka) and Jeremiah (Jem or Jemmy) Alexander Ian Fraser MacKenzie is born (Ellen/Roger)

June 1770 - Roger returns to Fraser’s Ridge

September 1770 - Joan Laoghaire Claire Fraser is born (Fergus/Marsali) and Hillsborough Riot

October 1770 - Ellen and Roger's wedding, the Gathering at Mount Helicon and Lord John comes with news of Bonnet then Fiery Cross and Brian meets Brynmor

December 1770 - Building a Militia to hunt regulators (Beardsley's and Brownsville) then orders to dismantle then Lieutenant Knox’s death

March 1771 - Jocasta's wedding to Duncan Innes at River Run

[ulkaralakbarova]

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[mistresspandora-archive]

Blood Bound Ch. 15

“The Body Cannot Recall Pain”

Title: Blood Bound Chapter 15 - The Body Cannot Recall Pain Rating: E Pairings: Jamie Fraser/Lord John Grey; Jamie Fraser/Claire Beauchamp; Minnie Grey/Hal Grey; Minnie Grey/Jenny Fraser; Claire Beauchamp/Frank Randall Summary: Jamie Fraser grew up with the knowledge of the unholy evil that walks the earth. For more generations than his father could count, Fraser women have been the lone soldiers charged with keeping the evil things at bay. But when one wrong move on a haunted bog in Ireland transforms Jamie into the very thing he was taught to help his sister eradicate, he’s forced to reevaluate everything he thought he knew about monsters. Chapter Excerpt:

Mama had told Brianna what she knew of Jamie Fraser’s family history. Well, the high points, anyway. She knew her aunt’s name was Janet and went by Jenny except when she and Jamie argued. She had an uncle named William who’d died as a boy, and her grandmother’s name was Ellen. Mama said she’d seen a self-portrait of Ellen once, a beautiful woman with red hair. The MacKenzies in her family had all been like that, she’d said, tall and cunning with a build like they’d look at home aboard an ancient Viking warship.

“He’s not in here.”

Bree jumped, Daddy’s voice startling her. “Sorry,” he said, closing the study door behind him with a gentle creak and a click. The sound of his dress shoes was muffled on the comfortable carpet.

Read Chapter 15: The Body Cannot Recall Pain.

Or, start Blood Bound from the Prologue.

[scapegrace74-blog]

Saorsa, Chapter 15

A/N  Here is the next installment of Saorsa.  Claire has a secret.  Two secrets, actually.  And Jamie’s about to discover them both.

Rather than link to all previously posted chapters, I’ll just direct those of you wanting to catch up on your Saorsa-reading to my AO3 page, where the fic is posted in its entirety.

Thank you to each of you liking and reblogging!  It does my little fanfic writer’s heart good.

Whatever his pedigree or faults, Jamie could not deny that Captain Frank Randall kept a very fine library.   After tearing through the Highland history offered by Claire in one sleepless night, he sought out further reading on the subject, pretending his interest was merely academic.  Book after book told a story both tragic and disheartening.  Beaten by the English at Culloden, the Scottish clans preceded to dismantle their own culture more assiduously than any Redcoat had done.  In the present day, the Highland way of life was nothing but a faint memory, with no more substance than a nursery tale remembered in adulthood.

Now that he could move about, Jamie spent many hours poring over faded manuscripts, records of birth and death, looking for some trace of his family.  His sister Janet had married Ian Murray in 1740, and he found the baptismal records for James Alexander Gordon Fraser Murray and Margaret Ellen Murray, both registered in the Lallybroch village kirk.  After that, silence.  It was as though the mists of Culloden had settled upon his entire family and obscured them from the eye of history.  Yet he continued to search for some trace of them, in tome after tome.  Each time he came up with nothing, the pain in his heart grew.

Almost equally distressing was the Randall family tree, proudly framed and mounted in the great hall.  Mistress Beauchamp was married to one Frank Wolverton Randall, the fifteen laird of Lallybroch since his ancestor, Jonathan Randall, Captain of His Majesty’s Dragoons, had been granted the forfeited estate in 1746.  Jamie had taken to positioning his chair so that his back was turned to the offending document, but it mocked him all the same.

There was nothing about living at Lallybroch that did not remind him of his strange plight.  His heart yearned for home, even as he was surrounded by its familiar walls.

***

He’d come to the stables to unburden himself to Murtagh, the only person who knew his secret.  He hadn’t counted on finding the Lady of Lallybroch kneeling in the straw bedding of an empty stall, purging her stomach into a feed pail.

“Mistress Beauchamp?” he asked tentatively, when there was a pause in the retching.

A feeble moan and a spitting noise were the only reply.

“Claire?” he tried a second time, pronouncing her name aloud for the first time.

“Leave me alone,” she whispered miserably.

“I’m afraid I canna do that, lass.”

He entered the stall and sank to her side.

“Go away, Mister Fraser,” she said with as much vigour as she could manage.

“Under the circumstances, it’d be best that ye call me Jamie.”

There was no answer, as she was busy being sick again.  He tentatively rubbed her shaking shoulders and took it as a good sign that she didn’t yell at him once more.   When the crisis appeared over, he silently rose and removed the offending pail, returning with a ladle of fresh water from the well in the courtyard.  He settled in the straw next to her again.

“I reckon ye ken ye’ve got a bairn comin’, then?” he asked without preamble.

Owl-like eyes blinked at him in shock.

“Cook says yer ne’er hungry fer breakfast, but peckish at all ‘ours of the night.  Ye’ve been sleeping like tis yer life’s work.  And now I find ye heavin’ yer guts out in the stables.  I might be no’ but a man, but I ken a thing or twa about ‘aving a bairn.”

At her lifted eyebrow he added, softly, “My sister, Jenny.  She was just the same, wi’ ‘er two.  It passes.  Concentrate on how ‘appy yer ‘usband will be, when ye give ‘im the news.”

Instead of taking comfort in the thought she folded like a wilted flower, clutching her stomach as though gutted.   Her hitching sobs tore at his heart.

“There, mistress.  Hush, mo gràidh.  Dinna cry, please,” he soothed uselessly.   Finally, he pulled her to his chest, where her tears dampened his skin through his shirt.

When her initial anguish finally abated, she pulled herself away and dashed at her mottled face with her sleeve, trying to recover her poise and apologizing for her lapse all at once.   He was overwhelmed by a potent mixture of protectiveness at her anguish and pride in her strength that glowed like a brazier behind his ribs.

It was a strange reaction for a healthy young bride of means, he considered as she continued to gather herself.  In his admittedly scant experience, most women in similar circumstances would be thrilled.

A niggling thought intruded.

“Is it yer ‘usband, mistress?  Is he… no’ coming back?”

She shook her head, her loosened curls clinging to her salty cheeks.  He felt he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life.  

“No.  He won’t be coming back.”  And she began to cry again.

The whole story spilled out of her then.  The letter back in August that announced Captain Randall’s death behind enemy lines while reconnoitering for the British Army.  The tenuous financial situation of the estate and its occupants in wartime without the support his officer’s salary offered.  The question of succession, when it became known that the last laird died without an heir.  And now this pregnancy, a final gift from her departed husband; another dependent, another icy peak to scale with neither compass nor companion.

“Ye’re no’ alone, Sassenach,” he promised, petting the storm cloud of her curls.  “I promise ye, ye shan’t be alone.”

**

mo gràidh - my love

[renee-writer]

The Diary of Life Chapter 7 The Historian

Jamie keeps a lighter schedule then he is used to over the next week. His healing arm won’t allow him to lift weights or work out in the gym. His comprise is running and bike riding around the vast estate.

 

Hi is coming back from a ten mile run, when he sees a unknown car parked in front. A dark haired man with glasses steps out.

 

“James Fraser, I am Frank Randall. I believe Claire Beauchamp told you of me?”

 

“Aye. It is Jamie. Forgive me, Mr. Randall but do we have an appointment?”

 

“No, I am sorry for the intrusion. I discovered some interesting things about this estate and the historian in me was keen to discuss them with you.”

 

“Come in Mr. Randall. I am just coming back from a run so I will see you into the library and, then if you will excuse me, I will join you after a shower.”

 

“That is fine Jamie. You may call me Frank.”

 

“Thank you Frank.”  He sees him into the house and library. That should keep the historian occupied, he thinks, long enough for a quick shower. Frank watches him walk away with a sigh. He loves Theo and adores Claire but, he isn’t blind. Jamie Fraser is a beautiful man.

 

He returns fifteen minutes later. “So Frank, tell me what you found out. I only know that she is a Fraser/Murray house. The last know Murray died and it was left to me.”

 

“She was built in 1717 by a Brian Fraser for his wife Ellen. The land was gifted to him from his father Lord Lovat.  This was after the first upraising. Now around the time of the second, the house changed hands, gifted to a child, Jamie Murray the namesake of his Uncle, Jamie Fraser. Meant to keep it in the family.” He hands him a piece of paper, a copy of the deed of session.

 

After this the details get fuzzy. We know that this estate was spared the worst if the damage done to Scotland in the aftermath of the second upraising. This tells up that she was keep out of it.  Jamie and his wife disappeared around this time.  His sister, Janet, moved to North Carolina but that is all we know of her. She had two daughters. One became a nun. The other was lost in childbed along with the baby. Her son’s seemed to fair better. We know her youngest also went to North Carolina but both mum and son seemed to have been swallowed up in the backcountry.”

 

“Thank you Frank. It is more then I knew before.”

 

“A few more things. Seems the original Jamie got into an altercation with a Redcoat over his wife. Was temporally jailed. The Redcoat, Jack Randall, was killed in a cow attack.”

 

“A coo attack!” Jamie giggles.

 

“Yes. As unlikely as that sounds. Seems the bloke was trampled.”

 

“Randall? Any relation?”

 

“Through his brother Alex. He married a Mary Hawkins, a sweet English lass. They lived in England away from his scandalous brother. I prefer Scotland. The sense of history is deeper.”

 

“Aye tis. I would appreciate it if you could do some more digging. See if there are any living Murray relations in America. My own sister Jenny married into the clan but a different branch, ones that had also settled in France. That, by the way, is where the original Jamie Fraser and his wife, Elizabeth settled.”

 

“Ah, why it was hard to find them.”

 

“Aye, I have both Jenny and Elizabeth’s diaries. There was some conflict between them.”

 

“I will be happy to investigate some more. You are welcome to go through the archives and records in the university. It may help you in your search. Lot’s of Fraser’s mentioned.”

 

“Thank you. I might. Wasn’t intending to stay this long but might be here longer.”

 

“Claire will be happy to hear that.” His hand goes to his mouth, “Oops, I have broke a confidence between Theo and his sister. You won’t tell will you Jamie?”

 

“No.” The men stand as Frank prepares to leave. “Claire really discusses me with her brother?”

 

“Yes.” Said with a smile as he leaves. Jamie returns it. Does Claire like him too?

 

He settles into one of the big leather chairs and returns to Janet’s diary.

 

‘’My brother returned home with a Sassanach bride! How could he bring an English woman into my home?

 

She has been here a week and I believe her a witch. She makes Jamie eat green things, like a blasted coo, do a strange thing called brushing teeth, and, if that wasn’t enough, she has delivered four bairns and all lived! Unheard of! I won’t let wee Jamie near her. Jamie is mad at me but he is my son.

 

She has done it now! The crazy witch hit a red back! Not done. They took Jamie away. She left soon after to secure his release. Good riddance.

 

I hear my brother and that woman are in France. Jamie is working on securing a pardon. He won’t be welcome back here unless he leaves the witch there. Ian calls me hard headed but I don’t care. She won’t be back in my house!

 

I found the deed to Lallybroch today. It was signed over to wee Jamie. Jamie left a note saying he wished it kept in the family. I pray he is well and happy.

 

My children hate me. They do. My baby is moving to the colonies. Says he can’t stand my hate and bitterness anymore. Wee Jamie told me that after his father passed, I won’t be allowed to live in the main house anymore.

 

My Ian died today. I wasn’t allowed in the room with him. Our love has been poisoned by my hatred of that woman. He and Jamie were best friends. He blamed me. They all did. I was just trying to see them safe. After the funeral, I will have to move to a croft on the property.

 

I am leaving Scotland. There is nothing here for me anymore. Ian write me from North Carolina. He has twins and requests my help.”

 

Jamie sits it aside with a frown. Sad what hate and fear caused in her life.  Life is to short for that. On that note, he decides to invite Claire to dinner. He needs to see what she feels for him.

[thebrochtuarachs]

Arranged: Chapter 2

Modern AU. Set in 2018. Where Claire and Jamie are arranged to be married.

CH: 1

AO3

CHAPTER 2: The Explanation

Claire

“Papa, Mama, can I talk to you in private.” Claire said with a dead tone as she motioned towards the living room, hoping it was far enough to quiet her impending outburst.

“Excuse us” Henry said as all three stood up, set down their wine glasses and left the Frasers in the dining room to surely have a discussion of their own. When Claire locked the door behind them, she turned to her parents and gave them the sternest look she could muster in her life.

“You can’t possibly think that I would agree to this…arrangement?! Who do you think you are to marry me off to some guy? – “

“Darling, I don’t think Jamie is some guy - “ Henry retorted.

“I am speaking and you can talk when I am finished!” Claire huffed back angrily. “This is not the bloody 18th century! I am not some type of property you can buy and sell to whoever asked first? I am my own person, with my own ideas, with my own intelligence and I can bloody well find a fine, young and remarkable man, who I will CHOOSE to spend the rest of my life with, perfect well.” Claire was pacing back and forth the room, contemplating the next sentences she’ll say.

“Did you not ask me once if I have suitors of my own? Because let me tell you, I’ve had tons of them since I was in high school! I can have any man I want and have them grasping from the palm of my hand!” Claire continued her rambunctious speech. This was not like her but this inner fury inside her made her such.

“Also, did you have to announce it during the dinner? Why not just tell me there was THIS plan before? Maybe I could’ve refused then rather than now - not like this because I swear I am not slightly embarrassed to make a fucking scene” Claire huffed then stopped pacing. She walked closer to her parents, stood in front of them and looked them straight in the eyes. “I will not marry James Fraser, in any way, shape or form. Do you hear me? If you so much as to trick me into it, I will leave this place and you’ll never hear from me ever again” Claire knew it was a tad overboard but she was really angry.

Her parents looked at each other, having a silent conversation of their own Claire’s eyes softened a bit and darted to and from her mother and father, willing them to give her a viable explanation. “Mama, Papa, why are you doing this? What is going on?” Her parents just continued to look at each other and then to her then back to each other.

“Tell me, god damn it!!!

“It’ll be good for the business and the company” her father blurted out.

“So, that’s it?! This arranged marriage is a business merger?? Can you not do it without me getting hitched?!”

“We need to protect our assets and this is the best way how – this is for your own good and the family’s as well” Henry explained defiantly.

“Also, we like him and we want him for you” her mother tried back.

“That is not your choice to make! This is my life!” Claire hated that she sounded like a whiny teenager but she needed to stand her ground if there is a way of getting out of this crazy idea. “I worked so hard, to study, to be a woman of my choosing – ”

“Protecting and continuing the family legacy is what we’ve instilled in you since you were young. This is just stepping into that role.” Her father said steadily. This standoff is shifting its balance and its not in Claire’s favor.

“I know very well the role I have in this family and I take that very seriously. Uncle Lamb’s legacy means the world to me too.”

“Then this arrangement should be of no problem to you.” Henry said sternly. “And Jamie is a fine, young man, a close friend of the family’s, we approve of him – it is the perfect situation for all of us.”

Claire was dumbfounded by what her father just said. She couldn’t think and just barely managed to move from where she stood. When the words finally sink in, she shook her head then composed herself then continued to battle her parents on.

-

Jamie

“I suppose ye have questions” Brian started, filling the silence that was occupied by the ticking of the clock.

“Ye think?” Jamie snorted back. “I just come back after a six-month trip, suddenly invited to a dinner with my family and friends, and then this announcement?”

Brian looked at Ellen and with her nod, he took a deep breath before speaking.

“Lad, we kent why you suddenly went on this wee trip and it was not just to find some new authors. It’s to prove yourself successful in your own way not for us but for Claire.”

Jamie flinched at his parents. Nobody knew that. Nobody knew he liked Claire. Nobody knew she was the reason he left. Nobody knew that he was trying to prove something. Nobody. He told no one and yet, his parents have known all along.

With his shocked look, her mother continued the story. “Janet saw you try to approach Claire in uni but when you saw him with, what’s his name, oh, Frank Randall, a PhD Student, accomplished man, we knew you had to try and at least make yourself a contender for her heart.” Ellen explained to his gaping son. “You wanted to be your own man, make and do something that is yours.”

“We’ve always known you liked Claire growing up and we also knew you were too respectful of her dreams to try and ruin it” Brian chimed back in.

“Then why are you doing this now?” Jamie said, hopelessly embarrassed that he even tried to keep it a secret.

“Ye ken the Randalls, aye?” Brian stressed. “Claire doesn’t know that her parents know that she and Frank been secretly seeing each other this past month. Naturally, they did some digging and background check, and found a lot of red flags in their family as well as in Frank. Aside from his family having shady business dealings, we believe he’s wooing her to get access to her ancestor’s, Lambert Beauchamp’s, original notebooks, records, books, etc. for his dissertation. It will not be good for her nor to anyone. We need to protect her.” His father insisted.

“Why not just tell Claire all these?” Jamie fired back. True, he wanted Claire but not like this. He did not work hard just to be handed something he didn’t earn. He was a better man than that and his parents must know that.

“Do you think she’ll approve to know that her parents, technically, broke a lot of privacy protocols to know what they know? No. She’ll be more livid and she’ll run straight to Frank just to prove a point. You know how stubborn she can be?” Jamie knew and he wouldn’t be surprised if Claire went off and ran away with him, maybe, even marry him, just out of her spite. Claire was a careful lass when it comes to her dreams but was impulsive when someone tries to dictate her life.

“And this is a better alternative?” Jamie reasoned.

“Aye, at least, there’s a reason to keep an eye on her or for you to keep an eye on her” Brian answered back.

“By deceiving her, lying to her?” Brian and Ellen shrugged in resignation. They knew the weight of the burden they’re asking Jamie to carry but if they could think of any other way, they’d do it in a heartbeat. “What do you expect this arrangement will accomplish?” Jamie couldn’t help but ask. Despite the weirdness of the situation, he was rather curious.

“Well, we went far as keeping Claire out of the Randalls and for you, I guess, finally having a chance to court her?” Ellen said, breaking the information.

Jamie sinked down to his chair and ran his fingers in his hair. This was too complicated, too archaic, too messed up and just too…much. “Da, don’t you think I can do that on my own?”

“I know ye can but the situation kind of forced it now.”

They can still hear Claire’s faint screaming from the other room as she continued to barrage her parents with questions.

“What do you expect me to say to Claire?”

“That they leave to you. She’s probably too angry at them to believe a word they will say but they ask that you leave the shady business behind first until they can look at it further.”

Jamie nodded in understanding but still, the fact is, they’ve trampled themselves in some sort of tricky situation.

“She will never forgive me for this if she knew the truth. I know it” Jaime said, defeated, but Claire’s safety comes first.

Brian placed a hand on Jamie’s shoulder in support. “If your feelings are as true as you know them to be, then hopefully – hopefully, she’ll come around”

-

“I can perfectly protect the family business even as a doctor! I don’t need a husband to do that for me!”

Jamie could still hear Claire argue with her parents but they’ve been there long enough and the night needed to end. After his talk with his parents, and with the sudden revelation of his true feelings, it was a no-brainer that Jamie was in this plan now. However, he would not still allow for this “engagement” to Claire be the thing that gets them together – he doesn’t want it that way and she probably doesn’t want it that way either. He wanted her and he wanted to earn her trust and love – not through this forced arrangement.

So, he focused at the task at hand: Keep Claire away from the Randalls – this is priority #1. He’s almost sure Henry and Julia conjured up an improbable reason and he decided to just go and run with whatever reason they built. He doesn’t know it yet but once it comes up, it’s his turn to continue with the story. He’s works in publishing, surely he can come up with one fast?

He ran his hands through his face and hair to prepare himself then Jamie knocked on the door to interrupt the Beauchamp’s.  

“What?!” Claire retorted forcefully. She was nowhere near done with her parents.

“It’s Jamie.” he heard shuffling on the other side and the door swung open.

Instead of addressing Claire, he turned to her parents. “Uncle Henry, Aunt Julia, would you mind giving the room to me and Claire?”

“Jamie, I am not done speaking - “ she tried to stop them but they were out the door and Jamie closed it behind him.

“You seriously cannot agree to this!” Claire began pacing again.

“I don’t” he said calmly, rooted in where he stood.

“Then let’s tell them that nothing going to happen! They can’t dictate our lives like this! Get married?! Did they even think for once that we might have prospects of our own, that we want to choose who spend the rest of our lives with?” Claire was rambling, explaining away the reasons this arrangement was ridiculous.

“Claire, you know your parents and you know mine. They wouldn’t do this if there was no valid reason.”

“And you think this business merger is a valid, ENOUGH reason?”

So that is what they told her. Jamie decided to just run with it.

“No, not enough.” he said, playing along with the ruse.

“Then someone tell me more because I am left out in the dark here”

“So am I.” he lied. “But I have an idea - but you won’t like it”

“As long as it does not lead to the altar, I’m open”

“Well, ye and I dinna ken the bottomline of this setup. I thought if we investigated for ourselves and find out how this all came to be, maybe we can catch their intention and stop it there”

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Claire asked, brows furrowing.

“Ye got any other ideas?”

“Yeah, shove “no” into their faces”

Jamie had to laugh at that remark then turned serious. “And when ye do that, they’ll force our hand by making an announcement to the media and then breaking the engagement off will be harder to do. It’ll be a scandal to both our families.” Jamie said as if knowing that’s exactly what their parents are going to do. “That is when everything can be lost”

Claire sat down, tired and resigned. “So what, we just engaged, just like that?”

He moved and sat beside her, not touching but close enough to radiate enough trust in what they're about to embark on. “Ye ken the theater? We can just make them believe we are running along with it. All the while, we can hitch our own plan and find a way to let this die as quietly as possible”

“Pretend we’re engaged? You know I’m a bad actor” she said and Jamie nodded in agreement. “Ye are.” Claire laughed in return then looked at Jamie - her childhood friend turned fake-engaged fiancé?

“As long as there are no other viable plans, I agree to give it a go. Now, what happens next?” she asked.

-

Both came out of the study and walked towards their parents who were having a deep conversation of their own. Sensing their children, all four turned to them in anticipation.

“We have come to a decision” Jamie began. Their parents sat straighter in wait. “We have agreed to this arrangement” He put his hand up to stop them from rejoicing and they immediately backed down. “However, we have conditions. Break one of them and we break this off” Jamie took charge and Claire silently stood beside him in support and solidarity.

“First, no announcements shall be made to the media of any kind – newspaper, internet, all types.”

“Second, you cannot tell anyone else in our family – not Jenny, Willie or Rabbie. Only the six of us will know until we’re ready to tell them ourselves.”

“Third, we will decide when and where to get married. No questions as pertaining the details of the…wedding…that is to come may be asked in the duration of this engagement”

The words falling out of Jamie's lips felt foreign to him but he needed to be strong for this - he can be strong for this, for Claire. He looked straight in the eyes of all their parents and let them know how hard this is for him and what he received in return was a look that said that they understood and they were grateful.

“Is that all?” Henry asked and both nodded. He then looked to his wife, then to the Frasers, and then to Claire and Jamie. “If that’s all then, we agree to your conditions” The four parents rose and gave their children hugs and everyone resumed the night as if everything was okay and nothing crazy happened at all.

A/N: First, I am so sorry this chapter took a while to come around. I knew the story in my head a while back but putting them down on paper has put me in a little writer's block. But I just took a social media break and had a little bit more creative space to push this through. :) I'm not a super angsty person so apologies if the angst isn't all that much but I really tried! :) So excited that I get to push this story along now - and yes, in this story, the Randalls are really shady, douchy, people. So Frank fans, sorry in advance! As always, comments and suggestions are always welcome. Your messages mean a lot! <3 #Chapter3HereWeCome

[imagineclaireandjamie]

Memory, Part Two

Notes from Mod Kate:

This is a continuation of @lindseyylu17’s request for: 

Jamie and Jenny move Murtaugh (or maybe Brian or Ellen) into a nursing home. They struggle with the decision. Claire is a nurse at the home.

The content is consistent with the prompt.

Catch up:

Part One

The scones were still warm from the oven.  The heat radiated out through the paper box as Jamie carried them into the nursing home.  Sunset Meadows.  The name of the place felt like profanity in his head and he wondered how his family had gotten to this point. 

But he knew as soon as the thought flicked over his mind precisely how had it come to pass that his Da was in Sunset Meadows. 

The search that Tuesday afternoon had been frantic.

Jamie left directly from work with a mumbled half-truth to his assistant about Jenny needing something. Everyone knew where he was going anyway and he flew up the A90.   From the city to Lallybroch in record time. His tires sent up a storm of gray dust as he skid to a stop on the gravel driveway. 

“How the fuck can ye lose him, Janet?” he snapped before even one foot out was out the door of his car.  He shook his hand – his knuckles had gone white from gripping the steering wheel and were tingling as blood rushed back into the skin.

Jenny was screaming at Ian into her cell phone to “get home god dammit, it’s Da.”  

“You try living here like this, James!” Jenny spat back, hands in her hair and the tears starting again.  Jamie was to her in two long steps, his car door half open and forgotten. “Ye look away for thirty seconds. Jamie… I–” 

Immediately, Jamie felt a rush of empathy overcome his frustration, his anger, his fear.  Nodding and sucking in a deep breath, he pulled his sister into his chest.  She struggled for one moment before giving into the embrace for a second moment.  She pulled away in the third moment.  

“Us brawlin’ is no’ goin’ to help us find Da.”  Jamie wiped a hand over his face, eyes darting around the lawn.  The sun was still high – summer, good. “Where have ye looked?”

The look in her eyes amped up again, the momentary calm of his embrace dissolving into nothingness.

“Everywhere,” she hissed.  When she wrapped her arms around herself, Jamie noted that she looked ill standing like that – too thin, too pale, rough and undone, exhausted.  “I have looked… fuckin’… everywhere.”

They separated, canvasing different directions in the search for their father.

Jamie came across their father after only eight minutes of looking (an entire eternity of sweaty palms, heavy breathing, and building of catastrophic hypotheticals). ‘Everywhere’ apparently did not include the road twisting around the eastern perimeter of the estate.   

Brian Fraser was crouched alongside the road, head in his hands. He approached cautiously, not wanting to frighten him. Jamie knew that he could handily outrun, outmaneuver, and outwit his father, but did not have confidence in his ability to do so without his father inadvertently hurting himself – a twisted ankle, a bruised wrist, a skinned knee.

“Da?” he called quietly, hands picking at the lint in the back pockets of his jeans. “What’re ye doin’ out here?”

Brian looked up, his face blank at first and then crunching into a pinched scowl. “Where in the hell is yer mam, lad? I’ve been searchin’ for her for hours.”

Jamie felt his gut drop – he was going to have to explain again that Ellen Fraser had been in the ground for two decades.  

“And how did ye get home from school? The bus has no’ been by. If ye skipped again, there’ll be hell to pay…”

Jamie lowered himself to the ground next to his father, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He had fought with Jenny at length about whether they should tell their father about their mother’s passing when he asked about her. Jenny preferred to fill the silence with what she called a “fib” – “mam’ll be by soon, da; dinna fash.” And their father would fall silent, placated by her response.  

Jamie did not have a hard time recognizing why Jenny did it. The allure was in the simplicity of it. The apparent humanity of sparing their father grief, confusion. The avoidance of an unpredictable response.

Jamie would have been lying to say that he was not sometimes tempted to follow Jenny’s example – to fabricate a business trip, an errand, their mother’s plan to return really soon.  

But Jamie refused to lie.  Instead he would carefully unwrap the truth for his da.

The conversation broke Jamie’s heart the first ten times he had to have it. He thought of his mother – her hair the deepest red in a sunset, her hands covered in almost-translucent skin and threaded with green veins, her laugh heavy and hearty and completely mismatched to a wispy voice.

He knew that the explanation of his mother’s absence was merely a statement shouted into the void.  Every word would fall away from his father’s memory in short order.  Nevertheless, he could not bring himself to lie about his mother. 

Jamie readied himself for an explosion of emotion and said, “Da, I’m twenty-nine years old.  Mam is dead.”

After a moment, Brian turned to Jamie with a fury in his eyes, his voice dripping with disdain.  “I ken yer mam’s dead, James. Ye dinna need to bring it up.”

Jamie pursed his lips and exhaled, resting his elbows on his knees and staring at his hands.  Telling him always ended differently. Sometimes a wailing that could raise the dead.  Other times a detached acceptance with a sighed “oh” in the same tone he would use to order food in a restaurant. Yet others a failure to register, the never-ending questions about the funeral, the how and the why, which would lead to Willie and the dam breaking.

“Okay,” Jamie eventually sighed, resigned, bowing his head. 

“Please, help me,” Brian deadpanned.  Jamie looked up – his father had tears in his eyes.  Though his words were firm, his chin was quivering.  “Why won’t you help me?”

Jamie rested his hand on his father’s thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.  “I will help ye, da.”

And that was how they ended up in this place – Sunset Meadows.

Their visit rolled along easily. The weather.  The garden out behind the facility. The Six Nations rugby match between Scotland and Italy later in the afternoon.  His father’s plan to watch it with “some friends.”

And then a sputter and a cough, chunks of the scone –

“Fuck, da, are ye alr–” 

a gasp, Brian’s fist meeting the table –

a river: juice, coffee, melting together and rolling

Chunks of the scone –

a muttered “fuck” from Jamie –

Brian slapping the table –

“Da” and another “fuck” as Jamie exploded off of his seat towards his father –

Brian’s eyes watering, chest heaving –

a body slipping between them, crouching.

Time stopped.

The Nurse.  Not Nurse Claire. Just Claire.  Claire Randall.

Her voice was low and her hands were steady, her tone even and soothing.  After a few moments, Brian quit coughing.  The only evidence of the happening of it was the spray of spittle and crumbs on her scrub top, the slight cast of pink of Brian’s cheeks, the cold sweat pricking up along Jamie’s hairline.  

“What a mess, James,” Brian eventually said, looking down at the table and giving a little laugh. Jamie’s heart was still rattling, attempting to burst free through his sternum.  

Swallowing.  Was his da’s ability to swallow already going? That was a sign he was advancing. He needed more time – Jamie did, his father did. They needed to extract every exquisite memory out of his father’s faltering before he was no longer one with that mind.  And if he was having trouble swallowing, their time together was fleeting and–

Brian shrugged out from under Claire’s hand and said, “Weel, I no’ want to keep ye, Jamie.  That match’s starting soon and ye pair of kids should be out livin’ yer lives. Take yer lass out for a dram.”

Jamie nodded despite himself (the match wasn’t for another three hours; pair of kids?; his lass?) and moved to hug his father.  It was physical affection that they had rarely shown one another before the diagnosis, but they had added after the diagnosis whenever they parted.  It had been awkward at first: distance between chests and hips purposeful, slapping hands on shoulders, grunts of acknowledgment. And now Jamie hugged him fully, without protestation from his father, and whispered “see ye soon, da.”

“Beannachd leat, a charaid,” Brian said into his son’s neck.  Jamie stiffened almost imperceptibly.  And though she was not familiar with Jamie’s body, Claire could see the shift in his posture, the lines of his shoulders hardening and straightening.

“Bye, Da,” Jamie responded, giving him a kiss on the cheek.  

He watched as his father shuffled through the day room and back down the hall to his new room.  For a moment Jamie allowed a bitterness to crest over him.  They had moved him into this nursing home approximately eighteen hours earlier and Brian remembered where his room was.  He did not recall much of the twenty-nine years he had with his son.

Sensing the break in him, Claire rounded the table and began to sweep crumbs from the scones into her palm. “Here, let me help you.  I’m betting you probably want to get home.”

Grateful, Jamie mustered the best semblance of a smile he could and tossed a paper towel over the spilled coffee and juice.  “Thank you. I ken ye’re no’ custodial staff and this is below yer pay grade.”

Returning a half-smile, Claire just shrugged. “I don’t think about the things that happen here in terms of ‘pay grade,’ but you are very welcome.”

Once the table was wiped clean, Claire sat and crossed her legs, taking a scone from the box. “What does it mean?”

“What’s that now?” Jamie had no idea why, but he sat across from her at the table, crossing his legs at the ankle and reached for his own scone.

“What your father said to you… I am not even going to try to say it.”

“Oh.”  Jamie’s face fell slightly.  “Beannachd leat, a charaid.  It means ‘thank you, friend.’”  

He gave her a meaningful look.  Friend.  Not son.

“Oh.”  Claire’s response was an echo reverberating between them and mingling with their breath until she spoke again- trying to lighten the mood. “I really should learn some Gaelic, working here.”

“How did ye end up working here, anyway?”

She shrugged, her face betraying that the answer was more than ‘it’s just a job.’  When she did not respond, Jamie felt his stomach drop.

“Sorry, I dinna ken what I’m thinking.  I’m no’ trying to pry–”

“No, it’s–” 

“and ye have boundaries–”

“Jamie–” (a heart-stopping rendering of his name)

“ye need to maintain.” She quit trying to break in and he finished, saying, “I dinna want to ask ye to cross those boundaries.”

“The reason that I work here isn’t a boundary.  It’s just a long story for another day.”

Jamie accepted her response (what other choice did he have?). He spun his cell phone on the table under his pointer finger, looking for a way to prolong the conversation.  He had no idea why, but something about her put him at ease about this place and the fact that his father was living in it.

They talked about things.

How to ease Brian’s transition. 

The panic of visiting, not knowing Brian’s level of cognition and mood. 

The food.  

Claire carefully admitted, with all respect due her employer, that the buffet-style food line left a lot to be desired and that she carried packets of salt in her handbag. Jamie confessed over Claire’s bark of laughter that he had actually liked the chicken cordon bleu he had last time he visited.  

Claire told him about his father’s first night. (Watching Survivor together, playing a round of cards that his father had managed to follow and won handily, graham crackers and milk in plastic wine glasses, brushing teeth, easy to bed.) 

When the pager on Claire’s belt buzzed, she furrowed her brow, a chunk of curly brown hair falling over one eye as she looked down.  She blew it out of her face.  It lifted under her breath and immediately fell again.  

She typed a furious message into her phone, wavy locks taking residence over her eyes.  When she looked up, she offered him a half-smile of apology. “Sorry. I need to cut this short. Your dad is lucky to have you. Not everyone here has that luxury. Thanks for the scone.”

She picked up the remainder of her scone and walked away before he could say that his dad was lucky to have her, too.

[legends-of-time]

The Strength of a High and Noble Hill (Outlander Story) Timeline - Fraser Descendants

A/N: Is this needed? Maybe, maybe not but I find this kind of thing satisfying to look at.

Spoilers!!!!

Masterlist

Up to 1770

Brian Robert David Fraser (b. 1691 - d. October 1740) m. Ellen Catriona Sileas Mackenzie (b. 1695 - d. 1729) on 1716

Their children:

William Simon Murtagh Mackenzie Fraser (b. 1716 - d. 1727)

Janet (Jenny) Flora Arabella Mackenzie Fraser (b. 1719 - ) m. Ian Alastair Robert MacLeod Murray (b. May 1720 - ) on 1740

(1) James (Young Jamie) Alexander Gordon Fraser Murray (b. 1741 - ) m. Joan

Henry Murray (b. before 1766 - )

Matthew Murray (b. before 1766 - )

Caroline Murray (b. before 1766 - )

Benjamin Murray (b. 1766 - )

(2) Margaret (Maggie) Ellen Fraser Murray (b. November 1743 - ) m. Paul Lyle

Angus Walter Edwin Murray Lyle (b. before 1766 - )

Unnamed child (b. before 1766 - )

Anthony Brian Montgomery Lyle (b. between 1767 to 1770 - )

(3) Katherine (Kitty) Mary Fraser Murray (b. February 1745 - )  m. George (Geordie) Silvers

Josephine Silvers (b. before 1766 - )

Abigail Silvers (b. before 1766 - )

(4) Michael Fraser Murray (b. 1748 - ) m. Lilliane (Lillie)

Unborn child (1766/67)

(5) Janet Fraser Murray (b. 1748 - )

(6) Caitlin Fraser Murray (b&d. December 1749)

(7) Ian (Young Ian) James Fitzgibbons Fraser Murray (b. 15 November 1752 - )

James (Jamie) Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser (b. 1 May 1721 - ) m1. Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp (b. 20 October 1918 - ) on November 1743; m2. Laoghaire MacKenzie MacKimmie (b. 1726 - ) on 1765 to ann. 1766

(1) Fergus Claudel Fraser (b. 1735 - ) m. Marsali Jane MacKimmie (b. 1751 - ) on Spring 1767

Germain Alexander Claudel Mackenzie Fraser (b. December 1767 - )

Joan Laoghaire Claire Fraser (b. September 1770 - )

(2) Brian Ian Randall Fraser (b. 12 May 1744 / 1946  - )

(3) Ellen Julia Randall Fraser (b. 23 November 1948 / 1746 - ) m. Roger Jeremiah Wakefield MacKenzie (b. 1941 - ) on October 1770

Jeremiah (Jem or Jemmy) Alexander Ian Fraser MacKenzie (b. May 1770 - )

(4) William (Willie) Clarence Henry George Ransom (illegitimate son by Geneva Dunsany Ransom (b. 1739 - d. 9 January 1758)); (b. 9 January 1758 - )

Robert Brian Gordon Mackenzie Fraser (b&d. 1729)

[renee-writer]

Outlander Shapeshifters Chapter 26 Bloody Randall

TW for talk of violence and attempted rape.

“So, when Leery shifted, Geillis was there, helping Jamie and Murtagh by guarding me. I wanted to go to him, you understand.”

 

“You brave thing.” His man Ellen, softly touches her hand. She had been welcomed with open arms by Ellen and Brian Fraser. It feels wonderful to be among family again.

 

“Thank God for Geillis.” Brian adds.

 

“Amen.” Adds Jenny and Jamie simultaneously.

 

“Agree.” Adds Ian, Jenny’s husband who sits holding their son, wee Jamie.

 

“But, her reveal, unfortunately, caused her husband to have a fatal heart attack. He died.” She adds.

 

They all cross themselves, even the toddler. “A tragedy, no doubt.  She should have warned the poor lad.” Ian says.

 

“I want to hear how you ended Randall.” Jenny leans eagerly forward.

 

“Let’s have Mrs. Crook come get the lad first.” Her husband urges. After she is called for and he is out of the room, Jamie answers.

 

*I shifted. As you recall Jenny, it is what he wanted.” She nods and her face tightens up. “So, he thought I was given in. He was wrong. It wasn’t quick and easy. I bite him all over before tearing his throat open.”

 

“Good!” at Claire’s shocked look, Jenny adds, “He wished to rape my brother in his wolf form.”

 

“Janet, recall she is a maid.” Her own man scolds.

 

“I am alright, Mrs. Fraser.”

 

“When he refused to shift, he was lashed, lashed until he passed out. Then the bloody bastard dragged me upstairs and threw me across the bed. Intended to do the same with me. But, even as a maid, I kenned there was an issue. He couldn’t seem to get a cock stand. So I laughed. He dinna like it so I kept doing it. Until he knocked me against the bed frame. When I woke, he was gone, having taken Jamie with him. I feared he would kill him, so aye, I am glad he is dead.”

 

“No, Jenny, I wasn’t judging you. At all. For you see, I was just surprised there was another lady who was as happy about it as I was.” Jenny grins at her.

 

“I believe we will be good mates, you and I.”

 

“I believe so too.”

[ao3feed-jamiexclaire]

by gjwandkids

Claire and Jamie are musicians that meet prior to WWII.

Words: 4579, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Henry Beauchamp, Quentin Beauchamp, Julia Beauchamp, Claire Beauchamp, Jamie Fraser, Geillis Duncan, Dougal MacKenzie, William Fraser, Janet Ellen Murray, Ian Murray, Frank Randall, Joe Abernathy, Gayle Abernathy, Rupert MacKenzie, Angus Mhor, Mrs. Graham (Outlander), Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser, Geillis Duncan/Dougal Mackenzie, Joe Abernathy/Gayle Abernathy, Henry Beauchamp/Julia Beauchamp

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

[renee-writer]

Serial Killer Chapter 8 Lallybroch

A/N The wonderful backstory was all my co-writer @ladymeraud. Thank you luv.

Jamie rides a motorcycle to Lallybroch. The house and surrounding land has been in his family since the 1700's. As the only son, by auld tradition, he is entitled to be it's master, it's laird. But that isn’twhere his heart lies.

His nephew and namesake, wee Jamie, hears him coming and trips over himself to get to him. “Clumsy oaf,” Jamie teases as he lifts the excited bairn on to his back. At ten, the lad was almost to big for such a move. “Come let's go find yer mam and da and grandmam.”

“Da is out in the fields but mam and grandmam are inside.” He nods as he enters his childhood home and let’s his nephew down. His other nephews and nieces swarm around him. He vives them each attention before turning to his own mam, Ellen and sister, Jenny.

“Sae my wayward son has finally made it home.”

“Mam, tis work. It has got verra complex.”

“We hear of the,” she stops and turns to her grandchildren,” Out with ye. Adult conversation.” They scatter with reluctance. “the murders. Ye are working that case?”

“I am trying mam. He is a cunning bastard. Ye recall the auld tales of Black Jack Randall?” Both women gasps, Jenny making the sign against evil and Ellen crossing herself. “He reminds me some of him. I need to read the journals written by my great- grandsir James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie. Are they still upstairs?”

“Aye son. But ye canna believe… He is long dead.”

“Of course not mam. I am just searching for anything that will help me solve the case.”

The next morning finds him in the dusty attic, opening the locked chest that contains the journals. He carefully lifts them out. Over 200 years old, they are quite fragile. He sets in to read.

“I meet Claire, the love of my life when she became a ward of my Uncle Column's. He father had been the tutor for the Laird's children. Her mam a midwife. They trained their daughter well and she had some of both sets of skills when she came to Castle Leoch.

I ken'd immediately as did she. We asked right away but Column made us wait until she was 18 before marrying. Our first child was born in the summer, chestnut haired with my blue eyes, Faith Ellen Fraser was a true beauty. Her sister, with her mam's brown curls and whisky eyes, came in the fall of the next year. Brianna Elizabeth Fraser was just as beautiful as her sister.

A year later, we are called back to Lallybroch with the death of my da. My mam and sister are happy to meet my wife and our lasses. Their was growing discontent. Those that wished to see the end to the reign of the protestant king. I keep myself and tenants out of such. Content to be Laird and raise my bairns.

Then he came, a Redcoat Captain by the name of Black Jack Randall. He came for the Crown tax. I was out in the field. Claire tried to satisfy him but he then asked for more then a married woman could give. My wife is nae the meek and obedient type and roundly slapped him. I heard her screams from out in the fields and came at a run. I was able to prevent her molestation but was thrown into Fort William.

Black Jack was in a rage. He strapped my back raw, then he buggered me over and over. I didn’t ken then that Claire and Dougal were in a race towards me with the Duke of Argal to see me freed. To be honest, I just wished to die. Not believing I could ever be a husband to my wife again.

They got me home where my stubborn wife, mam, and sister refused me the comfort of death. I came fully back to myself when Claire placed my red haired blue eyed son in my arms. I dinna even ken William Dougal was on the way. Claire was focused on my recovery and dinna wish to burden me with it. It was all I could take and I swore revenge on the British. I mustered a regiment and we went to join my grandsir, the Old Foxes, men. This keep my name off the rolls and, saved Lallybroch at the end.

We fought several battles but, before the last battle, the devastation that was the battle of Culloden, Claire sent word that she was with bairn again. I recalled myself, withdraw my men, and we marched home. Alexander Malcolm was born and we prepared for the future. We hid all the valuables, planted extra crops, and prepared as much meat as we could. And we waited. I waited to see if that demon Black Jack had survived, Claire awaited the birth of what turned out to be twin lasses, Iona Claire and Elizabeth Janet.

We were able to keep Lallybroch, though times were lean. We all worked the land, paid our taxes, like good subjects, and raised our bairns. The last, Fergus Claudel was born the year Faith turned 16.”

Jamie looks up and stretches. The last journal finishes the tale, written by his eldest son, William, tells the rest of the tale. The Fraser’s had lived to a ripe old age and seen their grandchildren’s children. Jamie was buried in his kilt by his wife. The only thing that weighted on his mind was the lack of knowledge about what had happened to Black Jack.

What had happened to Black Jack? This new demon shared some of the characteristics of this menace that had stalked his family 200 years ago. But, it can't be the same man, can it?

[renee-writer]

Serial Killer Chapter 3 Hunger

A/N Check the tags before reading.

James Fraser, Jamie to all who know him, has worked his way up to detective in the Edinburgh police force. He is a born leader and, if born a few centuries earlier, he would have made an excellent laird. His family does own a huge estate, but running it wasn’t were his passion lies. He wishes to seek justice for those without a voice. Therefore he becomes a homicide detective.

He left the running of the family estate to his sister Janet( Jenny) and her husband Ian. Their father had died unexpectedly when he was 19. Their mother, Ellen is still alive and well. She lives with Jenny and Ian.

Edinburgh has been relatively quiet since Jamie became Detective Fraser. That is all about to change.

“Are you okay?” Claire asks the person she assumes to be Frank. There is something off with him. She just can’t put her finger on it. They had ate supper, she had cleaned up while urging Frank to go get ready for bed. He seemed confused as he heads upstairs. After hearing him stumble around upstairs for awhile before she hears the shower come on.

Black Jack has no idea what she meet. What is a shower? He has to get caught up and soon. She is already giving him strange looks. He finds a room that seems to be a indoor privy. The strange thing beside it must be the shower. After fumbling around he figures out how the water works. It starts flowing, to his shock. A way to get clean, inside. It will make cleaning up after his activities. He pulls off Frank’s clothes and stands under it. He cleans himself and steps out. He dries himself with the clothe provided for that purpose. He finds Frank's night clothes.

Claire comes up and finds Frank ready for bed. She showers quickly herself and climbs in bed. “Come to bed Frank. It has been a long day.” He nods and joins her. He keeps to his own side. She slips over and goes to lay her head on his shoulder. He seems to grimace.

“Sorry love. I am just very tired.” He quickly says.

“Oh. I understand.” She doesn’t. Frank was a cuddlier no matter how tired he was. He turns his back to her and she tries vainly not to take it personally.

“Sharing a bed with a woman. It makes him sick. He must be ‘Frank'. He knows this but he doesn’t have to like it. Finally he falls asleep. He wakes with her head on his chest. He frowns at the feel of her hand in his hair. She bends down and kisses his chest. Oh, she wants. He is capable of the act. He just has to remember he is Frank.

He reaches down and pulls her gown up. He finds the strange undergarments under it. An inconvenience. He pulls it out of the way, pushes his own strange breeks down, and enters her.

“Christ Frank.” She says as he starts to thrust. Her hands tighten in his hair as he thrust harder. “Nice. Okay different but.” She starts to move with him and Black Jack, who has never had sex with anyone how actually was willing and survives, is stunned. Physically it feels good. He grunts and spills his seed and he feels Claire tighten around him.

“I want to go to Fort William and the Loch for a picnic.” She states as he moves out of her. It had felt goid physically but made him feel sick after. Fort William is a good idea. To go to the place where he used to beat prisoners. He will find someone to feed his hunger.

“Yes let's.”

She drives the car and he carefully watches her. He needs to pick up how to do all this. He carefully watches all she does. He is surprised at how fast they get to Fort William.

“I know you enjoy the history of the Fort. But it gives me the creeps. I will be at the Loch collecting samples. We can meet back here for lunch.” She kisses him. He is pleased. Time alone is what he needs to find an outlet. Sex with Claire was satisfying in a very limiting way. He needs the pain and fear.

He sees her sitting alone. She looks like a whore with her legs all exposed and a good portion of her chest. He smiles. If anyone would have seen it, they would know he isn’t Professor Frank Randall but no one does.

“I have seem to have lost my group.” She confesses as he approaches her. “Can you help me find them?”

“I can. Come.” She willing follows him. It is the last mistake she will ever make. He takes her behind the wall and wraps his arm around her neck. With one quick snap, she is deeply unconscious, almost dead. That is a good thing. She doesn’t feel anything that happens next.

He pulls her tiny breeks off and presses his cock into her arse. He finds what he couldn’t find earlier with Claire. Within a few strokes he cum's with a roar. He pulls out of her and casually lifts her head, hitting it twice on the hard ground. When she is dead, He lifts her up and throws her into the Loch. He then enters one of the into privies and cleans up before meeting Claire.

[ao3feed-jamiexclaire]

by erinmangerer

Two of my favorite fandoms collide- the story of Alias told with the characters of Outlander! Claire Beauchamp's life is full of secrets. When one decision crumbles her world around her, she must lean on old relationships and new allies to find justice and reclaim her life.

Words: 2785, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Outlander (TV), Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon, Outlander & Related Fandoms, Alias (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Claire Beauchamp, Jamie Fraser, Ian Murray, Janet Ellen Murray, Murtagh Fraser, Geillis Duncan, Frank Randall, Jonathan "Black Jack" Randall, Ned Gowan, Joe Abernathy

Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser, Claire Beauchamp/Frank Randall, Jenny Fraser/Ian Murray

Additional Tags: Crossover, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting