reels of rhyme


I may or may not have totally flipped out on Twitter yesterday.

EDIT: This has blown up and every now and then it gets another huge wave of reblogs, so I feel like saying this heremany Jewish people have told me about how the last comment is antisemitic and I feel it’s important to address it as such. As frustrating as this situation is, the bottom line is people shouldn’t be fucking killing Jews in the first place and I have no right to make light of that.In any case, fuck Adam Sandler and fuck The Ridiculous Six.

It Has Always Been Forever - Epilogue

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 Jamie slowly floated to the surface of consciousness, realizing it was Claire’s voice that pulled him from his dreams of her and reverberated gently through him. In the same moment he also realized she wasn’t in bed, but stood by the open window of their bedroom, a light breeze fluttering the curtain, the dawning sun silhouetting her and Faith with a radiant glow. She had her lips close to Faith’s ear, as she swayed the wee lassie calmly from side to side. He caught the words on the air, though she barely sang over a whisper.

“Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.

Hey! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me. In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.”

He watched them, Faith finally settling in Claire’s arms, lulled by the vibration emanating from Claire’s chest where she snuggled, more than from just her mother’s voice. She’d been restless with colic all night, there didn’t seem much of anything either could do to ease her, but she’d finally fallen into an uncomfortable sleep between them. Now, watching Claire cradle their little bundle, so small she could cup her head in the palm of her hand, Claire cooed,

“I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade. Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way. I promise to go under it.”

His chest swelled seeing his family, safe and healthy, then tightening unbearably at the thought of what could have happened not three months past. Faith had decided she’d be two months early, much to everyone’s panic. He remembered the pain that had woken Claire - and him - that night. Remembered the blood. Remembered how cold Claire had been. How he had to sit, helpless, waiting, while she was wheeled into surgery. He’d wanted more than anything to be in there with her, the fear that pale, unconscious figure would be his last sight of her (and the baby). Remembered Joe walking out, a huge smile on his face. 

“It’s a girl,” he’d said, putting a hand on Jamie’s shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. “She’s a little one for sure, but she should be ok. For now though, she’ll have to be kept in an incubator for a while till she gets a smidge more stronger.”

“And… Claire?” Jamie asked, his heart racing. Joe’s smile grew wider.

“She’s fine. She’ll be sore for a bit, but she too will be just fine. She’s just resting now, but you can go in and see her and the baby, whenever you’re ready.”

“Taing Dhia!” Jamie had breathed, tears of tension and joy escaping him. His legs gave way and Joe helped him to the seats nearby and sat with him till Jamie’s body shook not from fear or grief, but relief and delight. Then, when Jamie was ready and the nurse had informed them Claire had been moved from recover to her room, Joe walked with him.

“Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ madly across the sun. It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run. And but for the sky there are no fences facin'”

He’d walked in and saw Claire, stubbornly fight against her own pain, extending her hand into the incubator, her finger tightly gripped in Faith’s itty bitty fist, Claire’s thumb rubbing the tiny knuckles. She was crying quietly, but completely broke down when she saw Jamie standing by the bed - he’d moved so silently she hadn’t noticed till she felt the heat of him beside her.

With a grimace, yet without a word, she made room for him behind her and he slipped into the narrow bed with her. He was afraid to touch her, but needed to, if only to reassure himself she was really there. And alive. That they both were.

“And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme to your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind. I wouldn’t pay it any mind, it’s just a shadow you’re seein’ that he’s chasing.”

He’d kissed her shoulder, let his lips linger there, her gown dampening from the emotion that escaped him. They lay quietly watching their - A Dhia she was small! - miracle. Her wee chest rising and falling.

Claire turned from the window, and caught sight of her tousled haired husband watching her and smiled. She didn’t stop humming as she swayed her way back to bed. He lifted the covers and she slid in beside him, placing Faith in the hollow of his bare chest, where she fit comfortably - she’d finally slept - and Claire fit herself into Jamie’s side, her head on his shoulder.

“Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me. In the jingle jangle morning, I’ll come followin’ you.”


Brianna Ellen Beauchamp Fraser followed her sister (albeit much less dramatically) a couple of years later. She found herself born in the Lallybroch countryside, Claire and Jamie having moved there permanently after Faith’s first birthday. Faith had been small and weak and hadn’t improved as quickly as they prayed she would, and so they’d moved, thinking (rightly so) the fresh air and healthier living would help her grow better. And with Claire having finished her residency, decided to open her very own dream little practice in Broch Mordha, tending to those in the area who needed it. She was always welcome back in Edinburgh should she choose to come back, but hadn’t felt the need to - lest one of her patients needed more advanced care only the hospital could help provide. While Jamie could work from home most days, having manuscripts and such sent to him at Lallybroch - only heading into Edinburgh for urgent meetings when the need arose.

They lived and loved and grew. And having Jenny and Ian so close, they never wanted for alone time - the girls always welcome at the big house for some time with their cousins, leaving their parents be for a while.

It was a beautiful cottage, and perfectly fit four… And who knew, maybe more.