#greeniebee

So cool! BTW where are the scripts available?

Hey there @greeniebee! You can find the scripts + annotations at Outlander Community! There are also some great BTS looks from each ep, as well as some summaries of this season and seasons past. Currently, both Season 3 and the aired eps of Season 4 are available to see! Enjoy!

Unfortunately it is not. I wrote that fic long before I joined AO3 and I still haven’t moved it over - it’d be a huge feat to do so.

BUT

Come Hell or Helwater - Part Four

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

After dinner, Jamie had to go back to the stables to make sure all the horses were set for the night so Claire set about getting Brianna ready for bed.

When Jamie returned, he found the cot that would be Brianna’s made up with the necessary blankets and pushed into a corner so there were walls on two sides. Both were in their shifts, Brianna beneath the covers while Claire sat with her back straight against the wall, a pillar for Brianna to lean against, her posture slipping as she drifted closer and closer to sleep.

Claire had a book propped open in her lap and was reading by the light of a candle on the small table beside the bed. She winked at Jamie as he came in, barring the door against the night and the press of Helwater beyond. With the doors and windows shut, just the three of them inside, it was easy to pretend that the small cottage was all there was in the world, that nothing could or would disrupt the peace that was settling over them.

He sat and began removing his boots and stockings, listening to Claire’s voice rise and fall with the intonations of one practiced in storytelling.

She was reading Robinson Crusoe to Brianna. It must his copy brought from Lallybroch. He remembered the smile of familiarity she’d worn when running her fingers over the cover the day she’d found it on the shelf in his study. Still printed in her time, she’d told him. And on a shelf somewhere in almost every bookshop she’d ever visited.

There was a pause, longer than just to turn the page. He looked up to see Claire watching him. Brianna wasn’t asleep yet and she nudged her mother to keep going. Claire patted the space on the bed on Brianna’s other side and then resumed where she’d dropped off.

Cautiously, Jamie settled into the place she’d indicated and when the cot had finished creaking under his shifting weight, Claire passed the book over to him with an exaggerated yawn.

Clearing his throat, he began to read aloud, stealing peeks at Brianna as she watched him, her eyes steadily glazing over with rapidly approaching sleep. Claire beamed as she wrapped her arms around their daughter, keeping her attention on him as well.

He lost himself in the familiar story and the warmth of his lasses beside him. A nudge to his leg from Claire’s foot roused him from the waking dream. Brianna had fully passed out and Claire was pinned in place.

A chuckle escaped him as he closed the book and set it aside, scooting across the bed carefully to keep the motion and noise from waking Brianna. It was a tricky set of maneuvers necessary to shift Brianna long enough to free Claire, then he lay Brianna down and pulled the blanket up to cover her. The lump in his throat was larger and the tears that slipped down his cheeks flowed freer than he would have expected. He leaned over and gently pressed a kiss to her temple, lifting his head before any of the tears fell upon her.

He never thought he’d see his child, let alone have the chance to read with her and bid her goodnight; that Claire would be there watching over him with a smile that told him he was doing just fine, even if he shook a bit as he ran his fingers along Brianna’s cheek and brushed the hair from her face.

At last he stood, lest his ministrations wake the lass. Claire was immediately there, folding herself into his side, wrapping her arms around his middle, and resting her cheek against his chest. Jamie leaned his cheek against the reassuring cushion of her curls, then turned to kiss her crown.

She pulled back and he froze, doubt creeping up in his gut until he looked down at her and saw the warmth in her eyes. He remained in place as she rose on her toes and kissed him softly. Only then did he relax, loosening his jaw and welcoming her tongue as it slid along his lips, seeking his own.

You have completely stumped the Librarians. 3/4 have a feeling they have read this particular fic, however we are not able to locate a user handle. We are using our “phone a friend” lifeline! So, lovely people of the Lallybroch Library, if this rings any call lights in your fic reading mind, please reblog with the name of the fic and the author so the librarians can fix it!

Photos not bad at all. Did they get into same car?