I do not own any characters, plots, or anything else pertaining to "Outlander". Wow, I'm blown away with how many people are following and supporting this story. I'm glad everyone's enjoying my first attempt at an "Outlander" fanfiction. I've decided to write this chapter from Jamie's POV because I think it's important to get his thoughts on meeting Bree and on what exactly happened with Claire. I promise all questions will be answered in the coming chapters. As always, thanks for reading, I really appreciate it.
Chapter 3
Time to Adjust
A ghastly time, that's the first thought Jamie has, as he's walkin along the hard surface beside Breeh. Breeh. She's a stubborn one, just like her mother. Stood there pesterin him, not a wee bit put off by him refusin her so many times. Jamie watches her stop at, what did that mad man say, death trap? He had had a devil of a time tryin to figure out how to get Claire here. Breeh opens the latch and starts settlin in. The glass starts fallin n he goes jumpin back like a wee lad. Breeh's head pops out. "It's okay, it's just a window. Come to the other side and get in." Jamie starts walkin to the other side of the death trap and pulls the latch open. He goes ploppin down like a fool and shuts the latch. "See, that wasn't so hard." He turns to his daughter and smiles. "Just like your mother, makin fun of mi." The lass gives him a smile. "I'll take that as a great compliment, considering how much she means to you." Jamie starts starin at his daughter, as the death trap begins movin.
Breeh starts comin to a stop a wee bit too late n nearly goes collidin into the death trap ahead of her. "Damnit." Jamie turns. "Stop that cursin, remember ye a lass." Breeh laughs and the death trap starts movin again. "I may be a lass, but in this time, women are free to curse if they choose to." He starts shakin his head. What a strange time he's fallin in. Women cursin and wearin bikinis. "Why did mamma fall into a coma, when she came through the stones this time?" Jamie starts shakin his head again. "I dinna kent, aye went travelin through town n found a lad to assist mi with helpin ye mother. I wannae to find a healer, but he went on insitin he could help." Breeh starts stoppin the death trap n he puts his hands out bracin himself on the hard surface in front of him. He's startin to miss horses n carriages somethin fierce. "What was the name of the person that helped you?" His eyes go lookin in her direction. "The lad's name was Roger." A smile goes appearin on her bonny face. "Did he come back with you and mama?" Jamie starts shakin his head. "No, the lad had some business attend to, but he said he was comin home soon." Her bonny smile goes fadin off her face n she starts gettin out of the death trap. Jamie's wonderin her connection to the lad he met in Inverness, as he pulls the latch open n follows after her.
Jamie starts lookin around the house his daughter was brought up in. He spots a picture on the mantle of Frank with Breeh, as a bairn. His stomach starts twistin inside of him at the sight and his skin starts crawlin. Christ, Claire was no lyin when she said that Frank was the spittin image of Black Jack Randall. "That picture was taken when I was a few months old." He turns to Breeh starin at him. "Aye, ye mother brought one just like this when ye were a wee bairn." Breeh gives him a frown. "I'm sorry you missed me growing up, mama told me that you would have raised me, if it wasn't for the Battle of Culloden." Jamie starts feelin a sharp pain piercin through his heart. "Aye, there's nothin that would have gottin in mi way of raisin ye, if I could." Breeh goes noddin her long red locks that match his own. Her eyes meet his. "Did Roger arrange for you to fly here?" Jamie starts noddin his head, wantin to know more about this lad. "Aye, he told mi he was acquainted with Claire n knew about the stones." Breeh goes noddin at his words again. "I suppose, he was the one that called the hospital here in Boston and had her transferred?" Jamie gives her a wee nod. "Aye, how do ye know this lad?" Breeh starts sighin. "Roger's my…boyfriend." Jamie is feelin very confused. "What the devil is a boyfriend?" Breeh starts shakin her head. "It was referred to as courting in your time and now it's called dating. Roger is courting me, so I refer to him as my boyfriend." He dinna like the sound of that. Boyfriend. "Let's go upstairs, so we can find you some clothes, and get back to mama." All Jamie can do is start noddin like a fool, as he follows Breeh up the steep stairs.
Jamie's watchin Breeh pull out every stitch of clothin she possesses. She's throwin everythin on the bed behind him n it's a bit amusin. She reminds him of his ma in likeness. Her red hair n the shape of her face is just like her. Jamie starts laughin at the lass n she turns to him. "What are you laughing at?" He starts shakin is head. "Nothin, jus thinkin about how much ye remind me of my ma." Breeh starts makin her way over to the bed n sits next to him. "Tell me about her." Jamie nods his head. "Mi ma was a strong woman with red hair like yours n a temper ye dinna wanna cross." Breeh gives him a smile. "I wish I could have met her." Jamie starts frownin at his daughter. "Aye, mi too, but she passed from sickness." Breeh starts noddin. "I'm sorry, Jamie." He grabs her hand in his and starts squeezin. "Thank ye, mi nighean." Breeh starts givin him another smile n then she shoots off the bed. He turns to see her grabbin a few pieces of clothin that look just as ghastly as the time.
Breeh holds them out. "The bathroom is down the hall, go try these on and come out when you're done." Jamie starts grabbin the clothin out of her wee hands n finds what he's assumin to be a bathroom. He shuts the door n his eyes start scannin the area. Everythin looks monstrous, especially the contraption in the corner of the room. Jamie closes the door n starts changin his clothes. He's assumin that the door is there, so a parson can git a bit of privacy. Jamie starts puttin on a checkered shirt, buttonin it all the way to the top. He then starts puttin on the blue breeches that are a wee bit too snug for his taste. Jamie begins walkin back to the room Breeh's in n feels like a fool. When he comes to a stop in the doorway, she gives him a bonny smile. "You look like you belong in this time, mama's going to be so excited when she wakes up." Jamie's hearin the hope in her voice n he prays that Claire wakes up, for his sake n Breeh's.