Just a quick note to say that 1) I do not own Outlander, I wish that would be amazing, 2) This is a Jamie/OC story, I have absolutely nothing against Claire, I think she is amazing, but I wanted to do something with an OC so here we are 3) I have read the book and seen the show so there will be elements from both in this story, for instance the four day honeymoon that Claire and Jamie get, I want to include that, there was a scene that should have been in this weeks episode that I really want to include as well 4) the title comes from the Florence + the Machine song of the same title, give it a listen if you like.

Emma wasn't entirely sure how she'd been coerced into coming along on Claire and Frank's second honeymoon. She knew that they probably didn't really want her along, and she was determined to give them as much time alone as possible. She knew that she wouldn't want her brother traipsing after her if she were on her second honeymoon, of course she hadn't even been on a first honeymoon. She listened idly as Frank told them about the rock formations ahead on the road, rising high into the air like a cock's tail.

Emma tuned his voice out, leaning her head back, letting the sun warm her already freckled complexion. Serving as a nurse has done little to help her already freckled skin, most of the times there weren't even proper tents for them to work in, and they did their work where ever they could. Her hair was a soft shade of brown, looking almost bronze in the sunlight, setting her freckles into sharp relief against her pale skin. Her green eyes shone brightly though, despite everything that she had seen and experienced during and after the war.

Emma lifted her head and met her sister in law's gaze, Claire rolled her eyes at Emma as Frank droned on about this or that, and Emma smiled good naturedly. She had no real interest in history or the such, but she knew Frank had a wealth of knowledge and more often than not was one of his best pupils. She did enjoy discussing it with Frank as he was so passionate about it, it was admirable to see. She had learned a lot from him about their ancestors, which was part of the reason they were coming to the Scottish Highlands in the first place.

She knew why Frank had insisted she come along. Ever since her engagement to Steven had ended he'd been watching her like a hawk. Emma knew that he was concerned for her, but forcing her to come along on his second honeymoon felt a bit much. Frank and Claire worried that after everything she had been through, if they left her alone she might do something she'd regret, or she could even hurt herself.

The next few days passed rather slowly, she kept to herself, allowing Frank and Claire time to reconnect. She declined whenever they went out on their jaunts, she didn't want to be a bother to them. Frank kept her updated on the discoveries he was making as far as they ancestor was concerned. Claire had described in detail the wonder of seeing the druids perform some sort of ritual one morning as the sun came up. She had also described a plant that she couldn't quite identify, but wanted to go back and get.

Emma quickly offered to join her, eager to get out of the bed and breakfast and to see the stones that Claire had so vividly described. They both panted a bit as they reached the top of the hill, Emma pausing for a moment to catch her breath and take in the view. She moved around the stones for a moment before going to the center, studying the stone in front of her.

Claire moved off to the side to collect the flower she had spoken of, Emma remaining at the center stone. It was so strange, she could almost feel an energy radiating off the stone, something drawing her closer to it, almost begging her to reach out and touch the stone. The wind suddenly shifted and Emma saw Claire stand from the corner of her eye. Emma felt her hands raising as strange sounds seemed to emit from the stone, a battle of some sort, gun shots, shouting, the sound of horses running.

Claire was drawing closer to her shifting toward the other side of the stone. Emma's hands slid out and touched the stone, both palms pressing flat against the rock when suddenly, everything went dark. She felt like she was falling at an incredibly fast speed, her ears ringing loudly, much like the time she'd been standing outside when an encampment was shelled. The force of the blast had blown her sideways a few feet, and as she came back to herself, sitting up slowly, her ears rang with high pitched bells and her vision blurred.

Emma opened her eyes and she was on her back staring up at the sky. She slowly sat up and glanced around. "Claire," she called out. "Claire?"

Emma pushed to her feet, wondering if perhaps she had fainted and Claire had gone to find help. Being a nurse Claire wouldn't have just left her there though, especially not in that state. She would have loaded her into the car and driven her back to the village. She made her way down the hill, stopping once in a while because of the dizziness. She arrived at where the car should have been, but it was gone, as was the road. Emma spun around in a circle, looking frantically in every direction for some answer as to what was happening.

Shaking her head in the hopes of clearing it, she thought that perhaps she had chosen the wrong path or something. She began to make her way toward the woods, thinking it would be easy to find the road and then her way back to the village. She carefully trudged through the woods, wishing that she'd worn a dress with longer sleeves as the branches scrapped at her arms. She stumbled slightly grabbing a branch for support when a gun shot rang through the area. Emma yelped as she let go of the branch and fell, rather ungracefully, to the ground.

Quickly sitting up, she watched as several men in some sort of period garb ran past. Several more men ran by, dressed in traditional Scottish garb as well. Emma leapt to her feet and took off, not wanting to get involved in whatever was going on here. Her foot caught on a root though and she fell forward, rolling down a hill before landing at the bottom. She sat up slowly, groaning in pain as a man caught sight of the top of her head. He got off a single shot, narrowly missing her before Emma tore through the woods, desperate to lose her pursuer.

She ran with single minded determination, her heart leaping in her chest every time they fired another shot. She managed to leap over a low log and scurry down a small embankment. She came around a tree and froze when she saw the man kneeling next to the stream.

"Oh Frank, thank god, what the bloody hell is going on," she said as she picked her way over to him. She looked up at him again when he hadn't responded. "You're not Frank."

"No madam, I am not," the man said as he rose and gathered his weapons. Emma noted that he was carrying a rather authentic looking sword.

"Who are you," Emma asked as she backed away from him. He may have Frank's face, but this man gave her the terrible feeling he was neither as kind nor as chivalrous. "I… I was being chased, I think your men mistook me for someone else."

He looked her up and down, and Emma knew that wherever she had ended up, her dress was not nearly up to standard. The sleeves were short and while the neckline was modest there was a little split in it that was a bit suggestive, it fell to the middle of her calves, it was a rather becoming shade of blue, at least it had been before it had gotten dirt all over it. She felt as though he were undressing her with his eyes, and considering the number of layers he was wearing, she felt practically naked with just her dress and undergarments to protect her.

"I am Johnathon Randall Esquire, Captain of his Majesty's eighth dragoons," he explained before giving her a slight nod. "At your service."

Emma swallowed hard as she stared at him before she lunged to the right in an effort to make her escape. She didn't get very far though, she flinched when she heard him draw his sword and fell into the rock wall just behind her as the sword narrowly missed her face as it landed in front of her.

"Who are you," Randall demanded.

"My… my family is expecting me," she gasped out. "They'll come looking for me."

"Your family, what are their names?"

Emma couldn't think of a thing to say, she gasped when his arm snapped forward and grabbed hold of her hair. She whimpered as he gave her hair a hard yank, pulling her face toward him.

"What are their names," he repeated.

"Claire and Frank," she cried as she struggled against him. "You're hurting me."

He pressed his sword more firmly against her throat. "Claire and Frank what?"

Emma knew she couldn't give him their actual last name, the name he shared with them. "Beauchamp, Frank and Claire Beauchamp. He's a teacher and she's a nurse."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Beauchamp, daughter of Claire, the wet nurse, and Frank, the teacher. You must think me a fool Miss Beauchamp, you'd be well advised to tell me who you are and why you are here," he said as he leaned closer to her, his foul breath fanning over her face.

Emma attempted to shove him away but he quickly slammed her back into the rocks. Emma let out a soft cry of pain as the rocks dug painfully into her back. "My patience is not infinite lass, tell me who you are," he ordered.

"Get off of me you bastard," Emma snapped, sounding much braver than she felt. She managed to free one hand and slugged him across the face managing to bloody his face with the ring she wore, a gift from her father, a beautiful rough cut emerald set in a gold band.

"Ah, the speech of a lady, the language of a whore. I choose the whore," he snapped as he spun her around and pinned her against the rocks.

Emma struggled against him, her cheek scraping against the rocks as she tried to push away. "Please, please don't," Emma pleaded as he pulled up the back of her dress. She gasped when a whirl of plaid seemed to drop out of the sky and land on Randall, knocking him unconscious. She stared at the man in shock as he extended his hand to her.

"Druitt," he shouted, motioning for her to come to him.

"What," Emma gasped out.

"Druitt," he cried as he reached out and grabbed a hold of her hand, pulling her after him.

"Who are you," Emma asked as she struggled to keep up with him. "Where are we going?"

He pulled her behind a tree as more men came across the top of the ridge. She started to cry out, but there was a sharp pain and then nothing, again.

I've already written through the end of episode 2, I'll try to update as frequently as possible, I hate waiting for updates and certainly don't want to keep you guys waiting either.