Thank you for the support you guys have been awesome! I do not own Outlander, I don't think I would share if Jamie Fraser belonged to me. You start to see more of Emma's personality in this chapter, she's not going to be as strong as Claire, she's also not going to be so... sassy at the get go. She's got some sass to her, but nearly as much as Claire. Emma has been through some things, which you will learn more about as time goes by, its going to really impact the chapters closer to episodes 6 and 7. Also Emma won't be a Beauchamp forever, I figured out how to reveal that she's really a Randall and a "distant" relative to Black Jack, what a truly awful man. Enough wasting your time, here is new chapter.

Chapter 2

Emma came to as they rode up to a small cottage. She offered the man a weak smile as he offered her a hand down off the horse. She flinched when he grabbed hold of her and roughly pushed her toward the cottage, stumbling over the threshold and into a room crowded with Scots. She shrank back slightly, bumping into her captor who pushed her further into the room. They all spoke in Gaelic, that much she knew, but she had no way of understanding a word of it. One of the men stood up and came over to her, grabbing her arm and hauling her closer to the fire.

"Let's have a look at you then lass," he said as he studied her for a moment. Emma stared back at him rather owlishly, eyes wide with fear. "What's your name?"

Emma started in surprise, the almost gentle tone of his voice shocked her. She knew that it would be unwise to change her name now, not knowing how much her captor had heard of the conversation she'd had with Johnathan Randall. "Emma, Emma Beauchamp, sir," she said softly.

"Emma Beauchamp," he repeated.

"Yes," she replied her voice quivering with nerves.

"You said you found her?"

"Aye, she was having words with a certain captain of dragoons, with whom we are acquainted. There seemed to be some question as to whether the lady was or was not a whore," her captor explained.

"And what was the lady's position in this discussion," the man asked as he returned his attention to her.

"I am not," Emma snapped, her face blushing bright pink.

"We could put her to the test," another man suggested. Emma blanched and took a small step back in fear.

"I am not a whore," Emma said quickly, her blush deepening as the men chuckled.

"I don't hold with rape," the man questioning her snapped. "And we've not the time for it anyway."

"Dougal, I don't know what she might be or who, but I'll stake my best shot she's not a whore, look at that blush, no whore blushes like that."

"We'll puzzle it out later," Dougal said as he studied her. He moved back over to the stool where he had been sitting. "We've got a good distance to go tonight and we must do something about Jamie first."

Emma turned to see who they were talking about, her eyes locking with those of the young man seated in front of Dougal. He must be Jamie, his hair glimmered in the firelight, his eyes guarded but studying her, drawing conclusions, making assumptions. She quickly glanced down at her feet, her fingers nervously tangling in front of her. Emma watched silently as the men discussed what to do about Jamie, deciding to force his shoulder back into place.

Emma started moving before she could stop herself. "Don't, not that way," she cried as she rushed forward. She froze when the men drew knives, pointing them directly at her. She held up her hands to show she meant no harm. "You'll break his arm that way, it will never heal properly. You've got to get the bone in the upper arm in the correct position before it slips back into the joint. Please, I can help him."

Dougal studied her for a short moment before stepping aside to give her room. Emma offered Jamie a shy smile as she moved in front of him. She bit her lip when he drew in a sharp breath as she began adjusting his arm. "I'm sorry, this will hurt. Will you hold him steady please," she asked the men standing just behind him.

Emma held his gaze, waiting for him to let her know when he was ready. He was quick to give her a nod and she began to shift his arm. "This will be the worst part," she warned and his eyes widened at the pain. He let out a small cry of pain, then his face went slack with relief as his shoulder slid back into place.

He said something in Gaelic as he stared at her in wonder. "It does not hurt anymore," he exclaimed.

"It will, it will be tender for about a week, you'll need a sling," Emma explained. She glanced around the cottage as she continued to hold his arm to his chest. "You, can I have your belt? Please?"

"Please she says," he replied as he glanced at the other men. "Please?"

"Give her your belt," Dougal ordered.

"Takin a guess you've done this before," Jamie said as the man began to remove his belt.

"I'm a nurse," she said softly. She noticed the way his gaze shifted to her breasts and she blushed deeply. "Those aren't going to do a baby any good I can assure you."

"Apologies, I meant no offense," he replied.

Emma simply offered him a weak smile as she took the belt and fashioned it into a sling. "You mustn't move the joint for two or three days. When you begin to use it again, you should do it very slowly at first, you have to stop if it starts to hurt, it will only slow the healing. Warm compresses will help if used daily. How does that feel," Emma asked as she stepped back from him.

"Better, thank you," Jamie replied with a grateful smile.

"Can you ride," Dougal asked.

"Aye," Jamie said with a firm nod.

"Good," Dougal said as he tossed Jamie a coat. "We're leaving."

Emma helped Jamie slip his coat on before leaving the cottage. She paused when she got outside though, staring into the dark night.

"Where is it? Where is the city? It should be visible from here," she asked as she turned to look at Jamie.

"Inverness," Jamie asked. "You're looking straight at it."

Emma stared after him in shock. She felt as though she might faint, there were no electric lights, nothing. She knew that she was no longer in the 20th century and whatever hope she had of Frank and Claire finding her vanished. She suddenly felt terribly alone and frightened. She let out a yelp when someone grabbed her roughly by the arm and yanked her forward.

"Get up on that horse, stay close with the rest of us, and if you give us any trouble I will not hesitate to slit your throat for you," Dougal threatened as he pulled her over to Jamie's horse. "Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir," she said weakly before she gave him her foot to hoist her up into the saddle in front of Jamie.

Emma glanced around nervously, shifting back just slightly to draw some warmth from Jamie. She was promptly pushed forward though by Jamie shifting around behind her.

"What are you doing," she asked as she glanced back at him over her shoulder.

"You're shivering, if you're wrapped in my plaid it will keep us both warm."

"I'm fine, really," she said as she faced front in the saddle.

"You're shaking so hard you're makin' my teeth rattle, let me repay your kindness lass," Jamie replied, his breath fanning across her neck, making her shiver from something other than the cold.

"All right," she murmured.

"Will you help me? It's a bit hard one handed," he explained.

"Oh, of course."

Emma reached back and pulled the section he was tugging on loose, wrapping it over her shoulder. She grabbed the other side, holding both in front of her. Jamie wrapped his arm around her, pulling her back just slightly so she was closer to him. She was grateful for the warmth even if the closeness was a bit unsettling for her.

"I don't want you to freeze before sun up," he whispered.

"Sun up? You mean we'll be riding all night," she asked in dread.

"All night, and all of the next one too I reckon. Fine time of a year for a ride though," he replied.

"Oh yes, the rain is just delightful," Emma muttered earning a chuckle from him.

"You've got a bit of sass in ya," he teased as he pushed the horse into motion after the others. "How old are ya lass? You look awfully young to be out on your own."

"Twenty," Emma replied.

"And no husband?"

"No, my… I was engaged but… we didn't… he left," Emma trailed off, not wanting to explain why she was unmarried to a group of perfect strangers.

"Tis all right lass, I'm four and twenty and unwed, I was just teasin' ya," he said gently. He studied her face for a moment, his hand coming up without warning to brush her cheek. She flinched away from his hand though, her back thumping soundly against his chest. Jamie grunted as she jostled his sore shoulder.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, you startled me," Emma said quickly.

"You've a bit of blood on your face, I was going to wipe it off for ya," Jamie explained. "How'd you come by that?"

Jamie took a small section of his plaid in his hand and gently scrubbed it over her cheek, removing the blood. She winced a bit as he worked, his was pressing rather firmly on the slowly bruising skin.

"That man, Randall, when he… he um… he was going to…," Emma trailed off and looked down for a long moment. "I scrapped it on the rocks he had pushed me into."

"Aye, but she got him pretty good before that," the man who had saved her announced. "Hit him right in the jaw, cut him up with her ring, he'll have some bruises too lass, don't you worry."

"Sass and some fighter in ya now? Is there anything else we should know lass," Jamie asked in a teasing tone.

Emma hummed in acknowledgement, but said nothing in reply. She had never been good at small talk, she wasn't much for flirting or charming others either. Frank said she was just shy, but Emma knew it was more than that. She was so easily frightened, it was a miracle she'd made it through the war at all. She thought she'd found her courage through serving, but what had happened after the war and now this situation had put her well beyond the depths of her courage.

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