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Synopsis: After a car accident, Claire Beauchamp, registered emergency room nurse and Scotland’s newest resident, is referred to a chiropractor for treatment. It’s too bad that her chiropractor, Dr. James A. Fraser, is the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on. Or is it?

Bad things apparently happen when Jamie and Claire are apart.

Previously: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Also on AO3

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“The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected. Please try again. Goodbye.”

Well, that wasn’t a good sign.

I had tried calling Jamie a few times the following day to tell him that the temp agency I had ties with didn’t have anyone qualified to handle his level of administrative assistant work and wouldn’t for a few months while they were currently training new people. But after the third time…well, he must have blocked my number.

My heart sank at the thought. I felt awful for leaving things were we did. But if I was being honest with myself, while I did respect him too much to let him ruin his reputation, I also wanted to give us some time to think about what we both wanted. Maybe Jamie was just lonely, and felt an attraction to me in a way he couldn’t get from a woman at the pub. Or maybe Jamie really was falling for me in that way that leads to happily ever after and sixty-plus years of marriage. But it wasn’t fair to make those assumptions since I didn’t tell him that.

God, I’ve made a mess of things.

They say the greatest harm comes from the best of intentions. But if I didn’t know what those intentions were, did that make it worse?

Synopsis: After a car accident, Claire Beauchamp, registered emergency room nurse and Scotland’s newest resident, is referred to a chiropractor for treatment. It’s too bad that her chiropractor, Dr. James A. Fraser, is the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on. Or is it?

Claire urgently rushes to Jamie’s rescue. Was Laoghaire as good at being as receptionist as Jamie originally thought?

It should be noted that I am no expert on law, especially in a country I’m not native to. So, expect the legal explanations of everything here to be 100% garbage to the real world and 100% canon to this story :)

Previously: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Also on AO3

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“I am telling you, sir, I need to speak with whoever is in charge of the James Fraser case because someone swore a false accusation against this man claiming to be me!”

I had only been at the police station for five minutes and I was already running into the infamous red tape. I was fuming; I probably would have had steam pouring out of my ears were this world an animated comedy special.

“Now there’s no need tae get heated-” the little man sitting at the front desk began, but I was having none of his stammering reasons to keep me from the detective.

“I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE-”

“You’re here for the James Fraser case?” A curious voice called from behind. It came from a short, thin man clearly of Chinese origin. He wasn’t put off by my visible seething as he stepped forward and offered me his hand. “Detective Tien Willoughby, madam. And you are?”

I took a breath, feeling some of my anger fade away with the escaping carbon dioxide from my lungs. “Claire Beauchamp. You are in charge of this case?”

“I am,” the Chinee said. He angled his head from around my person to look at the man sitting at the desk, clearly unaccustomed to being dismissed. “It’s alright, Martin. I can take it from here.”

This is soooooooo damn BEAUTIFUL

Those hands, eyes, kisses, cries and their WORDS

Let’s SWOON and CRY together!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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“Jamie,” I said, and put a hand on his arm.

It was like touching a high-voltage wire; power hummed inside the insulation of his flesh, ready to erupt in a burst of crackling light. They say one can’t let go of such a line; a victim of electrocution simply freezes to the wire, helpless to move or save himself, as the current burns through brain and heart.

He put his hand on mine, looking down.

“A nighean donn,” he said, and smiled a little. “Have ye come to wish me luck, then?”

I smiled back as best I could, though the current sizzled through me, stiffening the muscles on my face as it burned.

“I couldn’t let you go without saying… something. I suppose ‘good luck’ will do.” I hesitated, words jamming in my throat with the sudden urge to say much more than there was time for. In the end, I said only the important things. “Jamie—I love you. Be careful!”

He didn’t remember Culloden, he said. I wondered suddenly whether that loss of memory extended to the hours just before the battle, when he and I had said farewell. Then I looked into his eyes and knew it did not.

“‘Good luck’ will do,” he said, and his hand tightened on mine, likewise frozen to the current that surged between us. “‘I love ye’ does much better.”

He touched my hand, lifted his own and touched my hair, my face, looking into my eyes as though to capture my image in this moment—just in case it should be his last glimpse of me.

Thanks for this. I just took a few minutes to rewatch that segment. The whole thing was cute. There’s a nice little moment between Sam and Cait after Sophie has talked about Jamie and Bree’s interaction during the wedding scene, and I always love seeing jealous Sam come out when Frank is mentioned. Sam does a lot of nodding anyway but I see the nod you mean and dare I say that at the same time Cait looks down, takes a deep breath and does that thing that she does with her foot. Maybe a reaction to having to listen to Ron talk, picturing the Ron and Terry show on their wedding day, or sending a telepathic message to Sam to stop nodding and keep his mouth shut 🤷‍♀️

https://youtu.be/XDiummD6Lao

Whiskey Neat Ep 99 Sam Heughan and Sassenach Spirits.

So, I’m currently working on the last two chapters of Redeem Me. The first should be ready to post by the end of the week. In the mean time, I thought I’d share this wee one shot. I’ve had it in my head for a really long time and I decided to write it in an attempt to get over a bit of post holiday writer’s block. It’s short, rough, messy and pretty raw, but it’s also very close to my heart so I hope you enjoy! 

Shout out to @happytoobserve​ for encouraging me to write this! 

P.S. - It was originally inspired by the song Colder Weather by The Zac Brown Band! Listen to it here. 

Summary: Following a devastating loss, Jamie is consumed with grief. He retreats into colder weather, distancing himself from those who care about him. Even Claire, the love of his life.

Click here to read it on AO3. 

Colder Weather 

How long does it take to drive to Alaska  from North Carolina? About 72 hours, but that’s only if you drive non-stop. Taking on a road trip of that magnitude probably wouldn’t occur to most people. But to me and my brother, it seemed like the perfect way to celebrate our high school graduation.

That was ten years ago. I’m 28 now. I have a life, a business, responsibilities. And yet I once again find myself making this monster of a journey, driving the full 4,343 miles in Will’s beloved Ford Ranger. And this time, I’m completely alone.

Well, not completely alone.

This bit – 

“Let her love you through it.”

– is beautiful beyond words, and it has a level of insight that anyone can use when they’re hurting.