Do I? [He smiles back, knowing she's teasing. God, he'd never though he'd hear that humor in her voice again. Never thought he'd see her. He very much wants to sleep next to her, but he can't bring himself to separate mother and child. Though his daughter is very much grown, now.
Standing, Jamie does allow himself to lean in and give Claire a soft kiss on the lips. One that lasts maybe a few seconds too long, and he presses one more to her forehead before leaning down and daring to press a quick one to Bree's temple.]
Goodnight.
[With that, he goes to blow out the candles in the room, only removing his jacket and boots before climbing into his bed and listening to Claire getting situated with Bree.
He's not going to be able to sleep for fear of them disappearing when his eyes close.]
[ When Bree wakes in the morning, it's to her parents still sleeping - or so she assumes, anyway. Laying there for a while, she decides she can be useful, she can do something. So, she gets up and begins getting dressed as quietly as she can, planning to simply go downstairs and see about getting a tray of breakfast. She can do that, it has to be simple, not even thinking about how it might go over if she's simply not in the room when and if they wake in the meantime. ]
[When Claire wakes, she sleepily reaches over to check that Bree is where she should be.
Her heart leaps into her throat when she only touches empty space. Sitting up abruptly, she tries not to panic, but it's too late.]
Jamie. Jamie, wake up!
[She's already getting out of bed to throw on her clothes. Maybe if she stopped and gave it a few seconds of thought she might guess she'd gone to get them a meal, but sometimes the mother brain can't make those connections.]
[Despite himself, he does drift off. Not for long, though, as he's jolted awake by Claire's panic. Sitting up, he sees why.]
Christ, where'd she go off to? [He's doing his best not to feed Claire's fear, but as he hurriedly shoves his feet into his boots, he feels his heart racing. She's a young, pretty lass. She shouldn't be wandering around, especially if she's unfamiliar with... well, everything.]
Stay here, Claire. I'll go look for her downstairs. Probably got hungry and dinna want to wake us, is all.
[ All in all, Bree's pretty proud of herself for finding the kitchen and getting an entire tray of breakfast items but together. She coming back up the stairs just as Jamie's coming down and nearly drops all of their food but manages to hold on as she startles. She knows, right away from his face, something's wrong. So, she smiles hoping to delay any anger. ]
I got us breakfast. I was hoping to surprise you both before you woke up.
[She'll come to learn that her mother is far scarier than any giant Scot. Jamie might be on the stairs, but Claire's not listening to his request for her to stay put and is on the landing, outer layer tossed on for modesty's sake. Not that she isn't making a scene the moment she sets eyes on Bree.]
Brianna, what on earth were you thinking? Going out without a word!
[Like she's a teenager that snuck out to the cinema.]
[Jamie's about to open his mouth to say something when Claire cuts him off. Well, then. He's not really sure where he is in this--he wasn't there to raise Bree, and he's just met her, not even a full day ago. It's not his place, is it? Willie, he had no issue in lecturing and teaching the ways of things because he had no one else. Bree has Claire, and he's a little alarmed at her anger. Yes, she's frightened, but yelling at the girl in the hall isn't helping anyone.]
Aye, ye scairt us half to death. We dinna think we'd wake to ye gone, ye ken.
[He presses himself to the railing, making room for Bree to go up into the jaws of the lion. Though if there's a quarrel about to happen, he might just leap over and save himself.]
[Jamie's trying to help. So is Bree, in her way, and Claire knows she shouldn't be shouting in a public place like this, especially in front of Jamie. No need to embarrass the girl.
Just--God, she was scared. How are they going to manage the outside world?
Taking a breath, Claire steps away to open the door for Bree.]
[He might have been told about Bree's stubbornness, but he can actually see a flash of everything Fraser, himself, and Claire in this moment. Not frightened by her mother's anger, not deterred.
It shouldn't make him smile. He looks away so that Claire doesn't see it and scalp his arse for it.
Crises averted, he makes his way up the stairs and touches Claire's back as she goes into the room.]
Everyone is fine, Sassenach. And I dinna know about you, but I'm starved.
[ Bree walks past her mother, not even bothering to look scolded, head still held high. Putting down the tray, she crosses her arms over her chest and then looks a little smug to her that Jamie is hungry and she did the right thing. When she looks at her mother again, it's with an arched eyebrow that clearly says see? ]
Luckily, being twenty years old, working my way to a kitchen and asking for food wasn't too hard.
[Jamie, wise man that he is, decides to keep quiet. He busies himself by pulling the plates off the tray and setting them on the table, though he does lift his brows. Well, he's not about to disagree with Claire, but he knows it's better to keep his head in the sand lest it be bitten off by either woman.]
Twenty-year-olds are married with four kids by the time they're twenty, here. I just got breakfast. And I figured out my clothes by myself, by the way. I'm trying to figure out what my life is going to be here, and I have to be able to get food on my own at least.
[ She thinks she's making a very good point, and actually looks at Jamie for support. ]
[Jamie grins, briefly, but makes sure to stuff some food into his mouth as he sits in case Claire happens to glance over.]
Well, I thought ye'd might like to see the printshop, lassie, if that might be of interest to ye. We're likely to find Fergus there, and wee Ian. [Upon Claire's sudden look over, he nods.] A cousin of yours. Young Ian Murray, he's been... working wi' me, for a time, but I reckon it's time to get him back to his mother.
[He shifts slightly. Oh, she'll kill him for letting the boy hang around again, but hopefully the arrival of Claire and Brianna spare him. Though that might land him a quick death, too.]
Fergus can give ye that walk around the city while Claire and I secure horses for the ride to Lallybroch. If that sounds fair to the both of ye.
One of Jenny and Ian's children are here? [Claire clarifies as she comes to join them at the table, dressed and hair pulled back.] You should have told me before, I would have loved to meet him earlier.
[Though she supposes it would have been a lot, and it's easier to explain things to Fergus, who knows her.]
[ She says that quickly, not wanting either of them to change their mind. ]
And I don't mind spending the morning with Fergus, you two can have some more time alone.
[ Maybe she'll have her own room at Lallybroch, so they can actually sleep in the same bed, though to not think too much about that so she lets her mind wander to what her apparent adopted brother is like. ]
[Time alone. What a novel idea, and he carefully keeps his expression neutral. Oh, he wants time alone with Claire, but he's not eager to leave Bree.]
I trust him wi' ye. He'll show you what there is to see, and keep ye safe. I'd just be careful what ye decide to share with him--Claire told him about America. Just... perhaps leave the time travel part out of it for now, aye?
Right. You can tell him... everything but that, really. Leave out technology and anything like television, but he's never been to America. You can tell him about your schooling, and growing up there, and that... it took me some time to tell you about Jamie properly.
[Oh, she does remember. She's still a little sore from earlier, but she does give Bree a small smile.]
I'd hope not. Fergus takes his duties very seriously--or at least he did, before. He never wanted to disappoint Jamie. He'll take being your escort as his life's mission.
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Standing, Jamie does allow himself to lean in and give Claire a soft kiss on the lips. One that lasts maybe a few seconds too long, and he presses one more to her forehead before leaning down and daring to press a quick one to Bree's temple.]
Goodnight.
[With that, he goes to blow out the candles in the room, only removing his jacket and boots before climbing into his bed and listening to Claire getting situated with Bree.
He's not going to be able to sleep for fear of them disappearing when his eyes close.]
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Her heart leaps into her throat when she only touches empty space. Sitting up abruptly, she tries not to panic, but it's too late.]
Jamie. Jamie, wake up!
[She's already getting out of bed to throw on her clothes. Maybe if she stopped and gave it a few seconds of thought she might guess she'd gone to get them a meal, but sometimes the mother brain can't make those connections.]
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Christ, where'd she go off to? [He's doing his best not to feed Claire's fear, but as he hurriedly shoves his feet into his boots, he feels his heart racing. She's a young, pretty lass. She shouldn't be wandering around, especially if she's unfamiliar with... well, everything.]
Stay here, Claire. I'll go look for her downstairs. Probably got hungry and dinna want to wake us, is all.
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I got us breakfast. I was hoping to surprise you both before you woke up.
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Brianna, what on earth were you thinking? Going out without a word!
[Like she's a teenager that snuck out to the cinema.]
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Aye, ye scairt us half to death. We dinna think we'd wake to ye gone, ye ken.
[He presses himself to the railing, making room for Bree to go up into the jaws of the lion. Though if there's a quarrel about to happen, he might just leap over and save himself.]
But everyone's all right.
[A pointed look at Claire.]
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I wanted to do something nice for you. For both of you, so I got breakfast. Everything's fine, you don't have to shout.
[ She marches herself up the stairs and stands in front of Claire. ]
Bread, fruit, eggs, and something that looks like wallpaper paste in a bowl.
[ She's still hoping the fact that she got the food at all will help. ]
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Just--God, she was scared. How are they going to manage the outside world?
Taking a breath, Claire steps away to open the door for Bree.]
Inside.
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It shouldn't make him smile. He looks away so that Claire doesn't see it and scalp his arse for it.
Crises averted, he makes his way up the stairs and touches Claire's back as she goes into the room.]
Everyone is fine, Sassenach. And I dinna know about you, but I'm starved.
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Luckily, being twenty years old, working my way to a kitchen and asking for food wasn't too hard.
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[Claire is still very much not pleased, but she's moving to the other side of the room to actually dress properly. Might as well, since she's up.]
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[ She thinks she's making a very good point, and actually looks at Jamie for support. ]
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Well, lass, most your age are married by now. It's not proper for an unmarried woman to be wanderin' without an escort.
[He motions to the table.]
But no harm done aside from a wee fright. And now we've got a meal, aye Claire?
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[Don't make Claire think about Bree getting married here, Jamie. She sighs, fishing a pin out of her hair that had come loose during the night.]
I'll sit after I'm dressed. Go on.
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[ Now she knows, and she sits, looking at Jamie with a small, hidden smile before taking some fruit and cheese for herself. ]
Are we going anywhere today? Myself, fully escorted, of course.
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Well, I thought ye'd might like to see the printshop, lassie, if that might be of interest to ye. We're likely to find Fergus there, and wee Ian. [Upon Claire's sudden look over, he nods.] A cousin of yours. Young Ian Murray, he's been... working wi' me, for a time, but I reckon it's time to get him back to his mother.
[He shifts slightly. Oh, she'll kill him for letting the boy hang around again, but hopefully the arrival of Claire and Brianna spare him. Though that might land him a quick death, too.]
Fergus can give ye that walk around the city while Claire and I secure horses for the ride to Lallybroch. If that sounds fair to the both of ye.
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[Though she supposes it would have been a lot, and it's easier to explain things to Fergus, who knows her.]
It sounds like a plan to me, then.
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[ She says that quickly, not wanting either of them to change their mind. ]
And I don't mind spending the morning with Fergus, you two can have some more time alone.
[ Maybe she'll have her own room at Lallybroch, so they can actually sleep in the same bed, though to not think too much about that so she lets her mind wander to what her apparent adopted brother is like. ]
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I trust him wi' ye. He'll show you what there is to see, and keep ye safe. I'd just be careful what ye decide to share with him--Claire told him about America. Just... perhaps leave the time travel part out of it for now, aye?
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Right. You can tell him... everything but that, really. Leave out technology and anything like television, but he's never been to America. You can tell him about your schooling, and growing up there, and that... it took me some time to tell you about Jamie properly.
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[ She actually isn't flippant about it, nodding in understanding. ]
We could meet you back at the print shop when we're done, or here. And I promise I won't wander off or go anywhere without Fergus.
[ Bree figures it should be said, just to reassure them both after this morning. ]
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[He looks to Claire. She'll remember him and his dramatics.]
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I'd hope not. Fergus takes his duties very seriously--or at least he did, before. He never wanted to disappoint Jamie. He'll take being your escort as his life's mission.
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