Outlander Love Woven In Time

"Shutting the door on the past was the hardest thing I have ever done! You asked me to leave behind everything that every truly mattered to me, and I did. I left behind my heart on the bloody moor in Scotland! I am not going through that again!"

Leaving the past in the past was the headrest thing the Claire has ever done. Her love for Jamie though, never died. Now, upon hearing that he is alive, Claire, prepares to make her journey back to the past which she so long ago shut out.

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1. ~ Craigh na Dun ~

"Goodbye Clarie."

Those were the last words I heard from Jamie as my hand touched the cold stones of Craigh na Dun. My head began spinning and at that moment I could no longer see Jamie's face. Or his blue eyes searching every inch of mine for comfort and reassurance like he always did at times like this. I had never counted to fall so hard in love when I married Jamie. I had always thought Frank was the one. But I knew that my feelings were undeniable for him when I had the chance to return to my own time, instead of choosing to go to Lallybroch. The world around me continued to spin out of control and in the back of my mind I could still hear the words 'Sassenach.' In all logic I should have been glad that my original intention to return to the 1940s was now being fulfilled. But all I wanted more then anything was rewind the last few moments, to go back and stay with Jamie.

A moment later I awoke to find myself still in the circle of the standings stones. It felt as if nothing changed at all. It was still a cold April morning. Maybe it was the sound of the canons still ringing in my ears, or maybe even the fact that I was still in 18 century clothing. But one thing had changed. He was gone. I sat up and searched frantically among the grass for the ring he wanted me to give to our unborn child once he was old enough. After I found it I wanted to cry from the pain in my chest. Any doctor, or nurse would have said it was shock.  Caused by the sudden trauma I had just suffered. But I knew it was the pain of a breaking heart. My body might have been transported back to my own time, but my heart and soul were on Culloden Moor in 1746 with Jamie. I stopped crying for a moment and thought. I  wasn't sure of the year I was in. For all I knew, I could have been in the 1800's or some other century. I had to way to tell for sure that I had come back to the 1940's at all. In the back of my mind I prayed that I was still in the 18th century. I prayed that I had only jumped ahead a few years after the battle of Culloden. I wanted to walk to the nearest village and hope to find Jamie. But sadly, I knew that it was only a dream. Even if I was transported ahead a few years, chances are that he died in that bloody damn battle. I rose to my feet and began walking, oblivious as to where I was going to go, or what I was going to do next.

(Scotland, 1968) 20 years later...

"I believe you." Brianna said to me as we stood inside the circle of stones. My ears were still ringing with that buzzing sound I heard in the summer of 1945, right before I had fallen through time. All I knew was that as long as the heard that buzzing sound it was possible to go back. My attention returned turned to my daughter.

"What?" I asked half shocked, half pleased.

"I believe you. I don't understand how it's possible, but I believe you." She said taking my hand and leading me away from the stones. "I have to ask," she continued. "Was this the last place you saw him? My father?"

"Yes, this is where I saw him last. It was on April 16, 1746. I can still feel his hand on mine guiding it to that stone there." I said pointing a finger to the center. Brianna was about to speak when just then, Roger returned.

"Claire, I have been meaning to tell ye that after the battle of Culloden, many soldiers from the Frasier clan, all seriously wounded, sought refuge in a nearby church. They remained there for two days. When the British found them and ordered them to be shot as traders to the crown, one prisoner escaped execution."

"What are you saying? I know that there were many Frasier soldiers on the moor that day. What are you getting at Roger?"

"The one that escaped was an officer. There were only five Frasier officers, four of which have their names memorialized in the church. These we know for certain were killed at Culloden."

"And who was the fifth?" I asked out of mere curiosity.

"James Frasier. My father." Brianna said calmly.

I looked once again to the stones, the sun slowly rising over them. I had new hope now, new faith that I might see Jamie again. My knees felt weak beneath me, like I was going to collapse. I didn't turn my gaze away from Craigh na Dun. I stood still just looking at them and the faith and happiness they now gave me. "He...he survived. Then if that's true, then... I have to go back." I said with a shaky breath. "Bree, I have to go back to him."

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