[[For Claire - Post Debut]]
Dec. 15th, 2014 08:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dearg_amadanWhatever it was that might be happening to him, Jamie was sure of one thing; he stunk worse than a pigs wallow left alone for weeks. A month had passed since his last visit to Lallybroch and he was worse the wear for it. Unshaven, unwashed, and unused to human company. Yet he had to bear that last in order to get answers about this place, answers that were not satisfactory. The only explanation was that he had somehow come upon some stones, that the same magic that had brought Claire to his time had brought him to one more like hers.
But not hers, from all he had been told. The change had been more than 200 years, nearer on 300. And this place, whilst it was many things, was certainly not any Scotland that he could ever imagine.
He had the packet in his hand and the hares still over his shoulder that had been meant for Jenny's pot. Finding the bed he had been given and washing were his first priorities. In the morning, he could consider again what needed to be done, and how he could get home to Scotland and Lallybroch.
Keys, it seemed, were not much different at least. A small relief, he thought as the lock turned for him and the door opened. The rooms were a surprise, bright and clean and sharp and so very unlike anything else he has known.
Jamie stood in the door, unused to everything that was before him. It was solitude he had become accustomed to, and the faint sound of someone moving within the rooms made him stay still. A servant? An intruder? He could not fathom either, and was too tired to be gentle about it, pulling the knife we wore in case he might need it.
"Whoever you are, you would do well to show yourself."
But not hers, from all he had been told. The change had been more than 200 years, nearer on 300. And this place, whilst it was many things, was certainly not any Scotland that he could ever imagine.
He had the packet in his hand and the hares still over his shoulder that had been meant for Jenny's pot. Finding the bed he had been given and washing were his first priorities. In the morning, he could consider again what needed to be done, and how he could get home to Scotland and Lallybroch.
Keys, it seemed, were not much different at least. A small relief, he thought as the lock turned for him and the door opened. The rooms were a surprise, bright and clean and sharp and so very unlike anything else he has known.
Jamie stood in the door, unused to everything that was before him. It was solitude he had become accustomed to, and the faint sound of someone moving within the rooms made him stay still. A servant? An intruder? He could not fathom either, and was too tired to be gentle about it, pulling the knife we wore in case he might need it.
"Whoever you are, you would do well to show yourself."
