anonymous asked:

Could you do a story of faith surviving and when they all go back to Scotland, they somehow come across Leoaghrie who sees the baby with Claire and Jamie and gets even more jealous and then plots to steal faith to hurt Claire and hope Jamie will follow her (because she's an idiot like that)

Their journey from France had been a sombre one, quiet and slow as Jamie led Claire, Faith, Murtagh and Fergus to Leoch first instead of Lallybroch. After his pardon Colum had reached out to him, invited him to come back to the castle for a celebration. Jamie could sense his uncle had an ulterior motive, but he wasn’t fashed about it.

“I think he just wants to ken where my loyalties lie now, aye? Maybe hint at returning home to settle. But he doesna need to, there will be no more war for us, Sassenach.” He had reassured Claire as they rode onwards.

Finally, the witch was asleep. Laoghaire had followed Jamie and Claire in the shadows as they’d been shown to their rooms. They were only to be at Leoch for the day so she had little time to act. The wee demon Claire swaddled to her breast had the Fraser eyes, the one thing that pulled Laoghaire up short, but one look at her dark brown curly locks gave her away. The same shade as that whore of a mother. She’d show her, take the babe away, blame its loss on Claire and sweep in to steal Jamie in the aftermath, when lost to his anger and grief.

She hid in the alcove as Jamie settled Claire and Faith before leaving her to meet with Colum. Now was her chance. She snuck into their chamber, smiled at the sight of Claire asleep and crept towards the bassinet. The wean slept on its back, its wee body wrapped tight in blankets. She reached into the crib as if to take her, Laoghaire’s hands coming oh so close to Faith.

Before she could act Claire turned, her gaze hard as she flung herself across the room.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” She spat, taking wee Faith against her chest and holding her close. “You spiteful brat! Don’t you dare even come near to my child!”

Laoghaire stuttered and stumbled backwards, her arms suddenly gripped by two unseen men. Jamie had returned with Murtagh and Angus just in time to find his wife and Laoghaire at odds. The men held the lassie as he looked between them, seeing the protective stance Claire had adopted, their wee bairn cradled in her arms.

“I…” She began, meaning to clear her name.

“Dinna even speak to me! Take her to Colum, Murtagh. She isna to be allowed free whilst we remain here, do ye hear!?” He growled at Angus, making sure he got the message loud and clear. “Uncle or no’, I willna stand for this…this behaviour. I kent ye followed us, Laoghaire. Do ye think me daft? I wouldna leave my family unprotected! No’ again.”

He didn’t look upon her again as she was taken away, he simply went to Claire and held her and Faith close. Leaving only a few moments for Laoghaire to be taken far away, he then packed them up and bundled them out of that wretched place and back to Lallybroch. To home, and to safety. He’d left instruction for Murtagh to stay on his behalf to make sure Laoghaire felt the full repercussions of her actions, he would not allow her to escape unpunished.

Murtagh followed a few days later, took Jamie aside and confirmed it was done, the wicked bitch wouldn’t be able to harm him or his family ever again.

In his arms Faith slept on, unperturbed by the recent goings on. She was small and fragile but strong, in time she would become a fair lassie, with a large heart and a thick skin. Those who meant her harm would be no match for her courage and skill, just like her mamma. Jamie watched as she buried her nose deeper into his shirt, looking so much like Claire as she did so.

“Bless ye, my first born, I’ll let no evil touch ye. Ye have my word.” The wind whipped up around him, the leaves fluttering and catching in the draft as he spoke, the tall trees surrounding Lallybroch shedding as summer turned into autumn. In that moment he could feel his parents’ embrace.