"We're here," Frank said as the car rolled to a stop. Jamie flung his body onto the ground and threw up whatever contents had been in his belly. He groaned and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt before standing up to face the grass-covered hill in front of him. Jamie took a large breath and took a few steps forward but stopped when he noticed Frank following him.

"Dinna follow me," Jamie said.

"I'm simply making sure you hold up your end of the bargain."

"I gave ye my word,"

"That means nothing to me."

Jamie rolled his eyes and together they climbed the hill in silence.

"I did hate you."

Jamie stopped in his tracks

"If I go back, then it will just be like lying in that ditch again, helpless and powerless to move, like a dragonfly in amber..."

He shook his head and continued to walk up the hill. Claire's voice was simultaneously the only and last voice he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear her voice while he still could because eventually, he wouldn't remember, just like he'd forgotten his mother's voice he would forget his wife's. Maybe he'd find a similarity when speaking to another Sassenach but it would never belong to his own. Hearing her voice now, his brain replaying their life together as he walked away from her, made him want to turn around.

"I promise... whatever happens, you'll never be alone again."

He stopped at the top of the hill and watched as Frank walked between the stones running his hands over them. Frank hadn't said another word to him but Jaimie could feel his gaze. Frank was circling him, watching him, like a cat before it pounced.

"This is what you wanted? Isn't it? To go back home?" Frank stopped in front of him with a grin.

Jamie's eyes widened. If it wasn't for the airplane flying overhead Jamie would've thought that he was back in his own time, facing Johnathan Randall. They had the same smirk, the same mannerisms. Jamie wondered if it was possible for Black Jack or Frank to be a time traveler; taking the other's place without Claire noticing, truly being the same person. That would explain his eerie hatred of Claire and obsession with him.

"You're getting what you wanted," Frank said.

"I'm going to hold you to that, James Fraser."

Jamie stood staring at Frank for several minutes, not bothering to say a word. Frank cursed under his breath before rushing forward and grabbing Jamie's hand. "Let me go!" Jamie yelled. They hadn't made it more than a few steps before Jamie kicked at Frank, "I changed my mind! I dinna want tae go, I canna leave Claire."

"Oh, yes, you can!" Frank twisted Jamie's hand. Jamie hollered in pain falling onto his knees as he felt one of his fingers snap. "This is my time, Highlander. My wife! And I will no longer stand around and lose her to you."

"You canna lose what was nae yours." Jamie winced as another finger snapped. He used Frank's distraction with his hand against him and used his other to strike Frank right between his legs. Frank collapsed to the ground and Jamie made an attempt to stand but was instead dragged back down by Frank's grip on his foot.

"You won't get rid of me that easily,"

"I dinna want tae hurt ye, Frank, Claire will nae be pleased."

"Hurt me?" Frank barked out a laugh. "And who here has the upper hand?"

"I do," Jamie kicked Frank's face hitting Frank's nose with the bottom of his shoe. Frank let go of Jamie's foot and pinched his nose with a grunt. "Ha!" Jamie scurried away from Frank glancing back to see the stream of blood coming from Frank's nose.

"You bastard!" Frank shouted.

"Me? No, my father maybe, but no' I."

"I'll kill you," Frank said getting on his feet and moving after Jamie.

"You will no' be the first Randall to try, and you will no' be the first to succeed." They stood feet apart both cradling their various injuries. Jamie watched as Frank swayed from side to side and finally fell face-first onto the ground. Jamie grinned in celebration, falling onto his knees and holding his hand to his chest. He'd bested another Randall which made Jamie proud of himself. He laid back onto the ground behind him and took heavy breaths. He just needed to rest for a while then he would get back to Claire, begrudgingly with Frank, but back to his wife. As his eyes closed shut Jamie knew Claire would be extremely unhappy upon seeing him again.

Claire leaned her head against the window and rubbed the dress covering her abdomen. Mrs. Graham was talking away in the driver's seat next to her but Claire was paying her no mind. First Jamie had disappeared, and then Frank. Was she that terrible of a wife that both of her husband's felt a need to get away from her? Claire couldn't help the snort. Two husbands. In this time, with both men together, she was officially a bigamist.

She rolled down the window hoping the breeze and open-air would ease the uneasiness in her stomach. Apparently, she was one of the few lucky women not to experience morning sickness, in this pregnancy, at least. Claire remembered how the journey from Scotland to France had been tortuous on both her and Jamie. Her morning sickness and his motion sickness had them sticking their heads over the bow of the ship while Murtagh stood idly behind them not sure what to do. Claire smiled looking down at her stomach; she could just picture Murtagh making some sly comment about their second child. No wonder Jamie was heartbroken.

Communication had never been their strong point, after all, they could have secrets but not lies. Claire made a mental note to speak with Jamie about altering their promise, maybe now with a child and two-hundred years in the future they could have neither. By the time it took for them to roll up on the hill below Craigh na Dun Claire's stomach had eased considerably. The breath she hadn't been aware that she was holding released the moment her eyes laid eyes on Frank's car.

And the giant Scotsman trying to physically move it with his body.

"Jamie!" Claire shouted out the window. He stopped his movements and squinted in their direction. She couldn't tell if he was relieved or scared to see her. "What the bloody hell happened?" she asked exiting the car the moment Mrs. Graham had parked. "What made you think that running off was a perfectly good idea? And to the stones of all places, what were you thinking?"

"That I dinna deserve you," Jamie shrugged leaning against the car. "I thought that ye and the bairn would be better off if I was no' here."

"What could possibly make you think that?" she grabbed his chin when he refused to meet her eye line and forced him to look at her. "Answer me."

He sighed, "I thought… I thought that I was no' supposed to be here. And maybe I'm no' supposed to but I remembered one thing that ye said."

"Really? Of all the years we've been married you've managed to get one thing stuck in that thick skull of yours? What is it then?"

"That bad things happen when we are apart." he gave her a small smile, "I'm sorry, Claire, I should'nae have gone. I ken you were worried, and I won't do it again."

Claire shook her head, "You once told me that you had already forgiven me for anything I could ever do." he nodded. "The same goes for you, Jamie, you're forgiven, but it's not forgotten."

"I understand."

"Jamie," she looked around. "where's Frank?"

"Och, 'bout that…" Jamie opened the passenger door allowing for Frank's body to tumble to the ground. "Dinna worry, Sassenach, he's alive, at least last I checked. Did ye think my hand came to be like this on its own?" he added at Claire's look.

"The two of you fought?" Claire rushed over to Frank.

"Aye," Jamie puffed his chest. "I won, ye ken."

Claire put two fingers on Frank's neck and breathed a sigh of relief when she felt a steady pulse. His once pristine white shirt was completely ruined, he was covered in scrapes and bruises but his worst injury was his nose. Claire took the handkerchief that Mrs. Graham offered her and began wiping the blood off Frank's face. "It's broken," she said with a sigh. "did you have to hit him so hard?" she glanced at Jamie.

"Look what he did to my hand," Jamie held up his hand which by now had turned a nasty shade of purple with two of his fingers bent at odd angles. "he's a fighter, I have to give him that."

"Jamie…" Claire handed the bloody rag to Mrs. Graham and walked back to Jamie. She took his hand gently in hers and offered him a look of sympathy when he hissed. "it was almost completely healed. Now, we'll have to start all over again."

"See? Bad things happen." With his good hand, he cupped her chin and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Forgetting her anger at him Claire returned the kiss with fervor. She was sure that if Mrs. Graham and Frank hadn't been there later on that night she would've had to clean the grass stains off her back. "I love you, Sassenach."

"Don't you ever leave me again."

"Never."

"Is there a reason ye were pushing the car instead o' driving it, laddie?" Mrs. Graham asked moving Frank to lean against the tire.

"I did what I saw Frank do," Jamie looked from Claire to Mrs. Graham. "I sat in the seat and it went nowhere, turned the wheel and everything."

"Where are the keys?" Claire asked.

"These things have keys?"

"Yes, they do," Claire nodded leaning down and rooting through Frank's pockets. She held up the small keychain for Jamie to see. "just like you need a saddle for a horse you need keys for a car."

Jamie nodded with the analogy, "But you can ride a horse without a saddle, you canna ride a car without keys? That seems like madness."

Claire chuckled, "I'll mention that to Mr. Starley and Mr. Sutton the next time I see them."

Claire watched Jamie through his reflection in the mirror as he twirled his newly casted arm in front of his face. The ride to the hospital in Inverness had been a long one, longer than the first one where she'd cradled Jamie's head in her lap after he'd gotten hit; because this time, he was awake to complain about it. He spent the entire trip clutching his hand and alternating between cursing in Gaelic and English, he'd even thrown in a few in French out of memory for Fergus.

Once they'd arrived, Frank and Jamie were whisked off to separate wards and Claire waited with Mrs. Graham in the lobby. She'd been called in less than ten minutes after their arrival because the doctors were having difficulties getting Jamie to cooperate. They needed an x-ray but he refused to sit still long enough for them to take one, by the time Claire got to the room he'd managed to hit a doctor and push a nurse. Claire quickly permitted them to sedate him knowing it was the only way to get everything done and to convince the staff to work on him.

His index and middle finger were cleanly broken, almost snapped in half, and Claire found that despite her best efforts of repairing his hand after Wentworth, it had healed wrong. The doctor recommended rebreaking his entire hand and resetting it, with her permission Jamie's hand was broken once more and covered in a white cast to help aid the healing process.

The worst of Frank's injuries was his nose as Claire had predicted. It was set and wrapped; he was done before Jamie's x-rays had been taken. Mrs. Graham was kind of enough to drive Frank home and by the time Claire and Jamie arrived Frank was fast asleep on the couch, leaving the bed for the two of them.

Claire smiled as she watched Jamie's hooded eyes open in fascination at the plaster cast around his hand. Due to the sedatives from the hospital and pain medication, Jamie "discovered" this new medical marvel every few minutes. Anyone else might've gotten annoyed at having the same conversation over and over again, but Jamie was doing the best he could, and for that Claire was grateful.

"Claire, look," she turned to look at him, "I've been encased in rock." He tapped the cast with his good hand.

Claire rose from the vanity's chair, "You're going to have quite the headache tomorrow," she sat beside him on the bed and ran a hand through his hair. "your tolerance for medication is very low. It'll build up over time, but I'm afraid until then you'll feel it very strongly."

"Aye," Jamie nodded leaning his head against the wall and resting his arm on his lap. "is that why I'm so tired?"

"Yes, they gave you…" Claire paused. "laudanum." In was the 1940s so they hadn't actually given him laudanum, but tuinal, a drug with similar tranquilizing effects. She wasn't comfortable lying to Jamie, especially about things that affected his health but Claire knew he was in no state to comprehend modern medicine. It was on her list of subjects to discuss with him. "Jaimie," she lifted a hand to rest on his cheek. "I know you're incredibly tired but I need to talk to you about something."

"For you, Sassenach, anything."

"I think we should leave," she began. "Scotland holds too many memories for the both of us and I don't think you can truly begin to adapt to this time if you're being held back by history."

"Where would we go? I will nae go back to Paris or to England."

"Never Paris," Claire nodded in agreement. "I was thinking about America, the Colonies."

"The Colonies?" Jamie's brow furrowed.

"Frank got offered a position to teach at Harvard and we could all go together. And I was thinking that when the baby is old enough I could go to medical school. Harvard's already letting women enroll."

"While Frank is teaching and y'er in school… I'll be looking after the bairn?"

"It would be helpful, yes, but we'll find you a career, you won't just be stuck inside the house."

"I never told ye," Jamie said as his eyes closed. "but I always wanted tae try my hand at printing, but I was always tae much of an outlaw."

"We don't use printing presses anymore but we can find you something. I promise, Jamie."

"Aye," Jamie gave a single nod. "whatever you say, Sassenach."

"So, we're going then? To Boston?" Claire asked. Jamie's head tilted to the side as the first snores of the night escaped his parted lips. Claire stood and moved him into a more comfortable position before walking over and standing in front of the mirror. She placed a hand on the slight swell of her abdomen and stared at her own reflection. "We're going to America."