Author's Note: I do not own any of Diana Gabaldon's characters, just my own originals. This was just something I thought of in class today and decided to see how you guys like it. It's short, I know, but R/R and I'll see if it's worth pursuing. :)

Chapter One

Jamie yelled as fell flat on his arse. He felt as though he had been drug through the mud by an unbroken filly and then thrown from his seat by an unruly stallion. Every muscle in his body ached. His legs felt as though they would falter under his weight as he stood up. He looked around him in drew in a quick breath. This was not the same hill they had been on mere minutes ago, he was sure of it. He turned around and looked at the stones that had spit him out like an unappetizing meal. The stones, however, were the same. They hadn't changed at all.

As he gazed at the stones, they started to blur and grow fuzzy, then, suddenly, Claire was in his arms, crying out in pain. They both fell to the ground.

"Claire!" he shouted, trying to rouse her. She responded only be groaning and moving in his arms. That was enough for Jaime, she was alive. He smoothed her brown curls from her forehead. The action brought her around. She groggily blinked her eyes at him.

"Jaime?" she asked, confused, "What happened?" As she sat up and looked around, Claire's eyes grew large and she was able to answer that question for herself. She stood up and walked to the outer ring of stones before turning back to him and asking with big eyes, "How is this possible?"

"I don't know, mo nighean donn. I do not know." Jaime stood up and thought back. "I remember standing with Bri and Roger, investigating the circle they had found. You were there, telling Brianna and Roger not to get to close to them. Then suddenly I heard screaming coming from the stones and the wind started howling and I felt my body being pulled toward them, against my will. Then, I was here." He looked at her with disbelief and confusion in his eyes. She understood what he was going through, after all, she had been through the stones before. Twice.

"Do you still hear the stones?" she asked him, hoping his answer was yes. If that was the case, they would leave here immediately and that would be the end of it, just another misadventure in their anything-but-ordinary life together.

"No," he said. "They're as silent as the grave itself."

Claire's shoulders dropped in disappointment as she looked from her husband to the stones. They were still humming in her ears and she knew without a doubt she could get back through, but she also knew that Jaime could not. Damn.

As she stared at the stones, she wondered what had made it so Jaime was able to travel through them in the first place. He had never been able to before. What had changed? He must have been pulled through for a purpose. If there was one thing she had learned from her travels it was that the stones always had a purpose for their travelers. She had thought she was done with them, apparently not.

"We're stuck here, aren't we lass?" Jaime asked from behind her.

She turned around to face him, "Yes, Jaime. Yes we are. Welcome to 20th century Inverness, Scotland."