“There’s always been a god-shaped hole in man’s head. Trees were the first to fill it. Mr. Wood was the trees. Mr. Wood was the forest. Well, he was a very old god who saw something very new - he saw a god-fearing society turn towards complete industrialization. So what did he do? He sacrificed his trees. He sacrificed his forest. And he became something else.”
I can't be the only one that needs to see some Jamie in 1968 with Claire and Bree! When Bree was walking in the college to the music, I could only imagine if Jamie was with her, maybe something with all three of them, not sure what something a family would go out to do then so whatever you think of!
Coo Coo Ca Choo Mrs. Randall !
(FMM!Jamie will take Bree on college visits eventually, but in the meantime, here is some giffy Crack )
1968, The Graduate AU
Frank Randall (God rest him) died a few years ago, leaving behind Dr. Claire Randall, M.D. and no children.
She managed pretty well and is loving life pretty unapologetically. Needing a break from hospitals, she now teaches *Anatomy* at a top university.
Today, she’ll take a tea break from grading exams, during which point she *hopes* to encounter Dr. Fraser, the younger and freshly-graduated-from-his-PhD junior professor of *Chemistry.*
They’ve met quite a few times since the start of term.
Sparks have flown between them.
I mean, Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, may as well rename the sciences wing ‘Spark City,’ but no fires, yet.
Dr. Randall thinks it’s high time to pull out the lighter fluid.
Jamie (*in tweed*):
*enters the faculty lounge*
*His eyes meet Claire’s*
*avert their eyes and go about their business*
*but Claire is grinning into her mug*
Claire: “Busy week, Dr. Fraser?”
*Jumps about a mile and runs into the counter*
“Aye, a bit…Not too much….. Pretty quiet actually….No, not really.”
*Grins to herself at his awkwardness.*
*fiddles with the contents of snack drawer.*
Dr. Jones from New York must be in town, he thinks, fingering a Ding-Dong
*Releases the Ding-Dong*
*Then nearly faints hearing his first name from her mouth*
*can’t stop looking at her mouth*
*I mean LOOK AT IT*
*remembers that he hasn’t replied*
“Huh? I mean yes, Dr Randall?”
Claire: “Do be a dear and bring me some honey from above the sink? For my tea?”
Jamie: “Oh aye, glad to.”
*Fumbles for the honey*
*holds it out for her, trying to get their fingers to touch like they do in the movies*
Claire: “Ah, yes. Thank you.”
*Stirs in the honey*
*Looks sidelong at Jamie, who has gone to fetch his coffee*
“And what do you like to do with honey, Jamie?”
Claire: “Do you put it in your tea or do you prefer to drizzle it on…”
*looks at him over the rim of her teacup*
*is discombobulated by her tone*
“Och, erm, aye? Aye. Yes, drizzling is—”
*like a purring cat*
“Or do you prefer to…lick it?”
*sips his coffee*
“Well, that—that doesna seem verra santi—”
Claire: “…right out of the….honeypot?”
*FULLY gets her meaning*
*shit, too soon?*
*NOT too soon*
*is likewise most exceptionally down*
*sets down his coffee*
*tries to play it cool….coy…..*
*mistakes this for reticence*
*downs the whiskey that is 79% of what’s in her teacup*