[This was not the day James Fraser was expecting to have, but God, he wouldn't change it for the world.
The morning has been a whirlwind. Claire, not some ghost or figment of his imagination, right in front of him. His back aches a bit from his fainting spell, and his heart hasn't stopped pounding since she touched him, but he's managed to hold it together fairly well he'd like to think. The photographs--amazing things--almost did him in. Brianna. Claire had looked ready to fall apart herself when telling him about her, but he'd interrupted her to tell her about Willie. He couldn't keep that from her. Sometimes he'd talk to her when he couldn't sleep, tell her about the boy, and prayed she wouldn't hate him for it. She didn't.
Oh, but she might later.
Then it was time for business, and when that was settled he began to lead her to a place where they could have some privacy. But she'd grabbed his hand in the middle of the road and said two words that made his breathing stop: Brianna's here.
Christ, Sassenach, ye couldn't have told me this before?
Like he's one to talk.
Still, he had laughed, in absolute shock and disbelief.
Now here they were.
Claire ushers him into the room before he has a chance to truly try and think, and he's not sure what he expected. The young woman in the photos, maybe, but they do her no justice. The colorized ones didn't come near to capturing the red of her hair or the brightness of her eyes. And for some reason he's surprised to see her dressed so--and so he stares, jaw slack, blue eyes blinking back he burning behind them.
He almost feels like he could hit the ground again and reaches a hand out blindly to grab the back of the chair by the door.]
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The morning has been a whirlwind. Claire, not some ghost or figment of his imagination, right in front of him. His back aches a bit from his fainting spell, and his heart hasn't stopped pounding since she touched him, but he's managed to hold it together fairly well he'd like to think. The photographs--amazing things--almost did him in. Brianna. Claire had looked ready to fall apart herself when telling him about her, but he'd interrupted her to tell her about Willie. He couldn't keep that from her. Sometimes he'd talk to her when he couldn't sleep, tell her about the boy, and prayed she wouldn't hate him for it. She didn't.
Oh, but she might later.
Then it was time for business, and when that was settled he began to lead her to a place where they could have some privacy. But she'd grabbed his hand in the middle of the road and said two words that made his breathing stop: Brianna's here.
Christ, Sassenach, ye couldn't have told me this before?
Like he's one to talk.
Still, he had laughed, in absolute shock and disbelief.
Now here they were.
Claire ushers him into the room before he has a chance to truly try and think, and he's not sure what he expected. The young woman in the photos, maybe, but they do her no justice. The colorized ones didn't come near to capturing the red of her hair or the brightness of her eyes. And for some reason he's surprised to see her dressed so--and so he stares, jaw slack, blue eyes blinking back he burning behind them.
He almost feels like he could hit the ground again and reaches a hand out blindly to grab the back of the chair by the door.]