Claire rented a car from the local dealer while they waited on her new one being brought from another down south. Once in the car, she set up the directions on her phone and placed it in the holder to use as a sat nav.

This would be the first time in almost 5 years that she'll have driven a car, and got an automatic to help ease her back into it as her leg was still tender.

Almost half an hour later, Claire turned the corner and felt that she had travelled back in time itself.

At the end of the stretch of road was, a huge gated manor which she assumed was Lallybroch.

She couldn't help but stop the car and take in the beauty of it. She looked down at the leaflet, obviously taken in the summer time when the weather would be the best it possibly could in Scotland.

But in the winter, Lallybroch was brightened by the snow surrounding it, giving the area an almost fairytale look.

It was breathtaking.

All the trees on the road decorated with some sort of fairy lights, and bows around the bark.

Even the gates seemed to be decorated for the holiday.

She eventually moved the car forward slowly and parked in the small designated parking area, alongside a few other cars already there.

She followed the signs which brought her inside the main house, where a small counter stood with a book and a phone. She pulled down her hood, shaking off the snow that she could from it and from the hair that had escaped down the front of her shoulders, the small flecks of white standing out amongst her dark curls.

She usually pinned her hair up out of the way, but felt her hair cascading down looked better with the outfit she was currently wearing. She wore dark black Jeans and heavy ankle length boots with wool around the top of them on both the inside and slightly outside, thinking it would help keep her feet and part of her legs warm. Her top half was covered by a plain oversized, burgundy T-shirt with a black jumper and then her favourite, trusty leather jacket to complete her outfit. Frank had gotten her the leather jacket as a 23rd Birthday present and she had cherished it well, only having worn it twice before.

She noticed a man descending from the stairs, his sky blue eyes watching her carefully from under his thick black framed glasses. He wore a traditional kilt, in colours she'd never seen before.

Must be the family pattern she shrugged to herself.
"And ye would be?"
Claire watched him carefully, turning her head slightly to the side to hear him better.

He reached the counter and opened the book sitting there, waiting for Claire to answer him.

"Come on Lass, whit's yer name?" She sighed, it wasn't Him..
She scrunched her face up at herself. Why was she disappointed?...

"Claire, Claire Beauchamp."
The man looked up at her from his glasses, an eyebrow raised.
"Claire, ye say?"
She gave him a nod and he cast his eyes back down at the book, writing something before slamming it shut, startling her in the process.

"Aye, Jenny and Jamie have went on aboot ye,non stop... "
He rolled his eyes and removed his glasses , placing them carefully into his grey Sporran sitting at his waist..

"I'm the Uncle, Just call me Murtagh." He put his arm out as if for Claire to follow and she looked at him.

"If ye'd be so kind as tae sit in the room and wait, there's a few others waiting for the tour as well as Yerself.

The fire is stoked so it'll be roasting in there if you wanna hand me yer jacket..."
Claire nodded before removing her jacket, but keeping the jumper she had on.

"Thank you, Murtagh..." She gave him a small smile before slowly pushing open the heavy door in front of her.
Inside sat an older couple, around 60 years old cuddling by the fire and laughing with each other.

From what she had seen so far, The Fraser siblings were the only other people under the age of 40 that lived in the area.
The city of Inverness however, was teeming with students and young people but somehow she didn't think she'd fit in quite as well in the city.

Here though..., well Here Claire felt could feel like home one day. Whatever a Home truly felt like, for she'd not known one yet
"Sorry tae keep you all waiting!" Just then a large, red headed man came bursting into the room, pushing both the heavy mahogany doors open with no bother at all.

She stood up suddenly and stared at Him.
Deep down, she just knew that this was Jamie Fraser, sounded like him any way.

He hadn't been exactly what she had imagined. For one, the hair was completely different than what she had envisioned, dark waves similar to Jenny is what she thought.
Not this lovely auburn head of hair, the light of the fire highlighting it in certain places making it look copper, giving him the impression of a halo around his head. He was also a lot bigger than she thought he'd be.

She had always thought of Frank and herself to be quite tall both standing at five foot eleven.
But as she looked Jamie up and down, drinking his huge body in... He towered above her.
He must be at least six foot four.

Jamie stood taking in the tall, but fragile looking woman before him. Somehow, he felt like he'd been waiting his whole life to meet this woman and here she was... In his home for a tour! He'd wondered to himself the last few days what she'd be like, and although what he had original came up with was gorgeous, this angel before him was absolutely breathtaking, so much so that He found himself having to force his lungs to work again.

She was tall, and held herself well. But she was on the slim side.

He'd heard from Jenny, and pretty much everyone else within 3 miles that She was recently widowed. Aye, that's enough to make anyone lose their appetite for a while.
Loss had that affect on everyone...He thought to himself, casting his mind back to when his own parents had passed.

Claire's pale skin glowing from the fire, dancing off all the perfect imperfections her face held; he could see the dark rings underneath her Amber eyes which now stared directly into his piercing sky blue ones.

Claire noticed his brow was furrowed until she met his gaze, and instantly it disappeared and he shot her the most gorgeous smirk she'd ever seen.

Stop it, Claire!

She could feel a stirring down below, something she'd not felt in a long time and she felt guilty for it. Frank had only passed a few months ago, and here she was thinking this man that stood before her was the most gorgeous thing she'd ever laid her eyes upon.

"Well..Claire" He rolled the R in her name a bit longer than needed, his voice low and husky.

"It's a pleasure tae meet ye...Welcome tae Lallybroch!" He bent down, taking her hand in his and laid a kiss on it. He noted that although his hand was at least twice the size of hers, it fit perfectly.

"Are we all ready for the grand tour?"