Jamie p.o.v.

It's been a week since Claire had that nightmare about Frank. She hasn't talked about it, and I haven't asked, but a part of me still feels uneasy. I know it was only a nightmare, but something in me screams that there's more to it. There has also been some tension between me and Claire because we both avoid talking about it. That's something I absolutely don't want, so I know I have to do something.

I've been working in the fields all day with Ian. When the work is done and we're on our way back to the house I decide it might be good to hear if Ian has any advice on how to approach this.

"Ian? Do you mind if I ask you for some advice?" I ask him.

Ian looks at me. "I noticed you've been a little tense the last couple of days. Something going on with you and Claire?" He asks.

I nod. "It's just…you know about Frank Randall, right?" I already had Ian's attention, but my question stops him dead in his tracks.

"Frank Randall? Claire's husband? Well ex-husband…other husband? Not sure what to call him…" Ian looks puzzled but then looks at me again. "What about him?" He asks.

I take a deep breath. "Well, Claire had a dream about him about a week ago. A nightmare. She dreamed he came through the stones to find her and take her back to his time. I know it was only a dream and I can't explain why, but I feel something is wrong. But I don't know what."

"Have you talked to Claire about it?" Ian asks.

I shake my head. "No. I don't want to put more stress on her and the baby."

"Well, I think not talking about it causes more stress than if you do talk about it. You've been walking on eggshells around each other, we've all noticed it." He pats me on the shoulder. "Talk to your wife Jamie. You're in this together."

I nod. "Thanks Ian." He's right. We should just be able to talk about it.

We resume our way to the house. On the walk there I pick some wildflowers to give to Claire.

When we enter the house I immediately search for Claire. I find her in her little room she uses to treat people when they come to her for help. She's busy grinding some kind of plant. She looks up when she sees me enter the room, a small smile on her face. I walk over to her and kiss her on the cheek. Before she can say anything I hand her the small bouquet of wildflowers I collected. Her smile turns into a big grin.

"Jamie! Thank you, they're beautiful!" She smells the flowers and my heart warms at the sight of it.

"Anything for you mo nighean donn." I lean in and she gives me a kiss. I watch her as she puts the flowers into a small vase with some water. When she turns back to face me, I can see from the look on her face that she knows something is bothering me. She raises her eyebrows slightly as if she's inviting me to tell her. Here we go.

"There actually is something I've been wanting to talk with you about." I tell her. She nods and sits down. I sit down next to her and reach for her hand to hold it. She gently squeezes it as if to encourage me to continue talking.

"To be honest, the dream you had about Frank last week… it just doesn't sit right with me. I don't know what it is, but it continues to be on my mind and I can't help but feel uneasy about it." There… I've said it.

I look up to look her in the eyes, but she doesn't make eye contact. I notice she's plucking at her dress with the hand I'm not holding, which tells me she's nervous.

"I don't know what you want me to say Jamie." She answers softly. "It was only a dream, right?"

"I know… but don't know why I feel this feeling of dread. And you have been quiet this week as well, so I guess I'm just wondering if there's something you're not telling me." I decide to say the words that have been on my mind. She told me she and Frank lived together but barely spoke and touched each other, but I need to know for sure she's not holding anything back.

Claire p.o.v.

There they are… the words I've been dreading all week. I knew there would come a time when he would ask more questions about this and since the dream a week ago I've been expecting the subject to be brought up. It's true what I told him, about Frank and me. I just haven't told Jamie about what it was like for me to live that way. I haven't told him how hard it was to keep going. When I thought Jamie had died at Culloden and I lost our daughter I almost wanted to give up. To make it all stop. In that moment and the months following I had nothing more to live for. Frank helped me back on my feet physically, but he couldn't give me any of the emotional support I needed. I remember how he went on and on about how it was better this way and that I could focus more on my career.

"Claire?" His voice pulls me out of the thoughts running through my head. He is holding both my hands now, I didn't even notice. I look at him. He looks so concerned and I wish I could ease his mind, but the truth is that I feel ashamed of how I was in the last five years. I'm afraid that Jamie will see me differently if I tell him. I feel my eyes brimming with tears, but I take a deep breath to make sure they don't leave my eyes.

"Sorry Jamie, I know I need to tell you more about what happened and how it has been, but I don't think I'm ready yet."

He puts one of his hands on my cheek and makes me look him in the eyes.

"I see that something pains you very much Claire. You don't have to carry that burden alone mo gradh. You can tell me anything."

A single tear escapes my eyes and runs down my cheek. I know he's right. We are in this together and I really should tell him. Otherwise this tension between us won't subside.

Just as I'm about start telling Jamie the door opens and Jenny storms in. She looks as if she's seen a ghost. Jamie immediately jumps up.

"Jenny what's wrong?" He asks.

"Black Jack Randall is back… He was sighted with two other redcoats in a village just about 3 miles away from here." Jenny says and she continues speaking but I don't hear her anymore. Jamie told me he killed Black Jack Randall. He was sure of it. So, this can only mean one thing. I tried pushing the thought out of my head. It should be impossible… but now I know my dream was not just a dream.

Frank… He has come to get me.