Hope you have a lovely day. Enjoy the fourth part of your gift!
Dinner was never to be. Nor
coffee. Nor meeting for breakfast. Nor any of the plans they tried to make. Dr. Randall had been livid to find Claire in
the Lounge and ripped her to shreds. She
stood and took it, all the while seething, her eyes boring into him with all
the hatred she could muster. She tried
to sidle past him without looking him in the eye. Bloody basilisk that he was, she would have
turned into stone.
She didn’t have time to dwell on Jamie. She was working 12 hours shifts, 3 days in a
row, with only one day off in between. Claire
was numb with exhaustion, and became more gaunt as the weeks went on. Everyone knew it was wrong. But no one dared
cross Dr. Randall and take a shift for her.
Jamie, on the other hand, was crazy with frustration. Every time his phone pinged, he leapt on it
hoping it was a text from Claire saying she’d had a change of plan. It got to the point where Jenny was making
everyone put their silenced phones in a basket during a meeting. Ian found it utterly hilarious. Three weeks had passed and he hadn’t heard her
voice or seen her face. The few times he
actually called her she hadn’t answered.
And when she’d called him back, it had been when his phone was in a
sister-imposed lock down.
With the holidays fast approaching, all hands were on deck to
launch the new line of Fraser wines, as well as a specially matured whisky, which
was why they were all at the Distillery taste testing.
Jenny and Jamie’s Uncle, Dougal Mackenzie was COO of the
Distillery. A brother to their late mum,
he was world renowned in the whisky business.
His taste buds were legendary, and his nose was sensitive to every
nuance that swirled up from his glass.
They all agreed the whisky was perfect.
Smokey, with a hint of oak, and pear, it slid down the throat smooth as silk.
“It’s a gem!” exclaimed Dougal.
“No question. It’ll win awards,
and bring lots of attention to the House of Fraser.”
Jamie closed his eyes as he rolled the alcohol around in his mouth
savoring the flavours and texture. It
was delicious. He felt the warmth in his
throat on its way down, and the warm blush it created as it settled in his
stomach. He held his glass up to the
light and felt his gut tighten. The new
batch was the exact colour of Claire’s eyes.
“Now. On to the wines.”
Dougal announced. He cleansed his palate
with water and a few bites of cheese and crackers. “I’m surprised at the two of ye,” he said,
taking in his niece and nephew.
“Scotland isn’t known for its wines.”
“Ye know well why we’re doing this,” admonished Jenny. “That vineyard Murtagh found in Wales is just
the right size for what we want to do.
Won’t produce very many bottles, but what it does produce we’ll be able
to get top dollar. The grapes are
excellent. And we need to grow the
Murtagh smiled. He was
Jamie’s godfather, and had been involved in the company for a long time. He
oversaw all of the farms that grew the barley, rye and wheat needed for the
whisky and when he stumbled upon this vineyard on holiday, Jamie and Jenny
trusted his intuition regarding diversifying into wines.
The afternoon continued with the tasting, and assessing. It was
excellent wine, and they all left the meeting feeling good about holiday
sales. But instead of going back to the office,
Jamie grabbed a bottle of the red and decided to go home.
Lost in his thoughts on the way to his flat, Jamie dug his house
key out of his pocket. It took a moment
for the strange sound to register. It
sounded like….was someone crying? As he
rounded the stairs he noticed keys and a wallet on the landing. At the base of the stairs lay what looked
like a lipstick tube. Looking up he
noticed the bag that had been upended with its contents scattered.
And there, on the stairs, head on her arms,
sobbing, was Claire.
He flung his backpack from his shoulder, heedless of his computer and
the wine bottle inside, and bolted up the stairs two at a time.
“Claire. Sassenach, what’s
wrong? Did ye fall?” He placed a hand on her back and felt the
bones of her ribs. Christ, she was thin. Was she
sick? Sitting on the stair below her
he stroked her hair, and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, rousing her
enough to lift her head. God, she was pale with dark circles under her
And she was burning up.
“Shhhhh,” he whispered.
“I’m here.” She dropped her head
to his shoulder and let loose a gut wrenching sob that broke his heart.
“Ah, mo graidh” She sounded so forlorn. He wrapped his arms around her, rocking
slowly. And then, without really
thinking he picked her up in his arms and carried her down the stairs. Key still in his hand, he unlocked his flat
and carried her through to his bedroom.
He set her down long enough to throw back his covers (why had he
never picked up his room?) then helped her sit.
He untied her trainers, and pressed her back so that she lay down. When she rolled away from him and curled up
into a tiny ball, his heart shattered.
He covered her up, left the room leaving the door ajar so he could hear
her, and went back out into the hall to recover their things.
He was watching a rugby game he’d recorded from the weekend. The sound was off so he could listen for
Claire. He glanced at the clock on the
wall, 11:00 p.m. She’d been asleep for 4
hours. He checked in on her a couple of
times and she still felt warm to the touch.
Her phone rang around 8:00 and he’d had a long conversation with
Mrs. Fitz. After listening to Jamie she
assured him that Claire would have the next four days off. He was ordered to keep her there, give her
plenty of fluids as she may be dehydrated, let her sleep whenever she wanted
and to make her eat. He hung up and texted
his sister to say he’d be working from home for the next few days. No need to fill her in. He’d rather avoid the inquisition that would
come his way.
He was just settling himself on the sofa with an extra pillow and blanket
when he heard her stir in his bedroom.
He was at the doorway in seconds.
She was sitting up, eyes glazed from fever, and her hair a glorious mass
of curls. She seemed disoriented until
she caught sight of him.
“Hi, Jamie.” she whispered, and pushed her hair back.
He smiled at her child-like voice.
“Sassenach. How do ye feel?” A Dhia,
she was beautiful.
“Cold.” Still had a fever then. “And kinda hungry. And I need to pee.”
He showed her to the bathroom, and then went to make her something
to eat. When he came back with some butternut squash soup that Mrs. Crook, his
childhood housekeeper had made for him, she was crawling back into his
bed. He had just enough time to notice
she had taken off her scrubs. She was
wearing a tee shirt and a pair of hot pink panties that hugged her round arse before
she flipped the covers over herself.
Fraser. Setting down the bed tray he
handed her the cup of soup. She sipped
it and smiled. “Mmmmmmm. Warm.
“Mrs. Fitz said to keep yer fluids up.”
She flinched at that. “Oh,
God. My job. I’ve missed my shift!”
“Easy, Sassenach. Ye’ve
been removed from the schedule for the next four days. She said it would give the other nurses a
chance to earn a living.”
relaxed at that, and took another sip.
She rubbed his comforter.
“This is a nice coverlet. It’s
“Fraser colours.” he said.
“It my family’s tartan.”
Claire closed her eyes and handed him the half empty cup. “I’m so cold!” She leaned back and burrowed under the covers. He took the tray to the kitchen and returned
with some fever reducer. Helping her sit
up to take the pills and drink the water, he took a moment to brush the hair
from her face. She grabbed his hand and
“Help me, Jamie. I’m
cold.” She really was shaking. Hard.
“Claire. I don’t have
another blanket. The only one I’ve got, I need for sleeping.” Maybe he could run to her flat and grab
one. He was casting about for her keys
when he heard her speak.
He froze. Of course. That would work. Mary,
Michael, and Bridewhat the hell was
he getting into.
“Please.” She sounded close
So, weak as he was, he slid under the comforter. Jamie, lad, just
until she falls asleep.
burning up, but feeling him behind her she turned and tucked herself under his
chin. Her breath was warm on his throat, and her legs tangled with his. His reaction was immediate. He tried to scoot his hips back so as not to
assail her with his juvenile reaction to her closeness, but she whimpered and
took hold of his tee shirt in her delicate hands. Her fingers twisted into the fabric to hold him
swore. This is going to be a long night.
yeah it’s weird, I keep hearing about how it’s like one of the highest rated shows this year and yet I don’t see much about it in terms of a fanbase
I love it so far, it’s been like my replacement for Parenthood. It’s a pretty refreshing take on the typical family drama. There are definitely some really cheesy parts, but you get a good sense of how cheesy it is within the first couple episodes.
My only worry is that the show will fall into the trap so many others do, where it’s hard to find a balance for diverse characters so they aren’t defined by their struggles, but that their struggles aren’t ignored– like, Kate hasn’t had a single storyline that isn’t about how she’s overweight and needs to lose weight. It’s a little more understandable in this case because she herself says it’s “always been about the weight” for her, but I wish they would balance it out. But they’re only halfway into the first season so who knows where they’ll go with it!
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As you get older, you might start to find that things get harder. The world isn’t always a kind place. Especially for men like us. Take a look at the people on this mat. We are your community. When things get hard, we are gonna be the ones who hold each other up. As Randall’s father, you are his foundation. Come lie down, as if you’re gonna do a push-up. Randall, climb on your father’s back.
I was just supposed to shut up and be thankful that I had these great parents who wanted me when my birth parents didn’t. But the truth is, you never wanted me either. I was the replacement for your dead baby, that's all I’ve ever been.