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Guardians of the Stones Chapter 9 Justice and Freedom

“Well sir,” It twist Black Jack's guts to call another man sir. He really feels subject to no one. “The pub we usually gather at was burned down. So I invited some of the usual entertainment here. As for the prisoners, they are Scottish sir. They have gotten all they deserve. Probably more.”

He could ask about the blood but decides he has heard enough. He call Lt. Grey, the only fully sober member of the garrison in.

“Lt. Grey, have the prisoners released immediately. Make sure they have been feed, have clean clothing, and send them off with five no ten shilling each and the apology of the Crown.”

“Right away sir.” He bows before him and turns to do it.

“You can not do that! Those men are my prisoners and..”

“No! They were the Crown's prisoners but also the Crown's subjects. We do not treat our subjects in such a manner no matter what part of His Majesty’s Kingdom they are from. As for you, Randall. You will be on the next boat to South Africa. I debated about placing you in the Tower for your crimes but feel more then enough time has been wasted on you. A posting, with reduced rank, in a less hospitable climate is punishment enough.”

“If any of you feel the need of a healer, head to Castle Leoch. The healer there, Mistress Claire Beauchamp, will see to you.” Lt. Grey says as he releases the men, as ordered. He feed them, provided them all with a clean outfit and the ten shillings. They all are grateful and ten of them head towards Castle Leoch.

After, Cornwallis was told about the graveyard behind the base. He had already sent all bar Lt. Knox and Lt. Grey, back to London to be reassigned. So, the three men entered the graveyard. He ordered it exhumed. They all three were sickened by what was uncovered. Twenty men, seven women( including the Claire look-a-like), and six children.

“God have mercy!” Colonel Cornwallis shouted. “See that all these poor souls receive proper Christian burials.”

When Lt. Grey walks back into the office, Black Jack is waiting for him. “You bloody bastard! You sent for him, didn't you?”

“No, I didn't. I was as surprised by his visit as you were.”

“Lier!” He swings and hits him across the face. Lt. Knox rushes in.

“What is the meaning of this?” He is followed closely by Colonel Cornwallis. He takes one look and orders Black Jack into custody.

“Place him in one of the newly emptied cells until we get his mess cleaned up.”

Abbey at the base of the Stones( A week before)

Father Mackenzie smiles at himself. He had just finished writing and posting a letter to Colonel Cornwallis detailing all Randall’s crimes against the men, women, and children of the Highlands. Sister Ruth herself had taken care of one lad injured by the psychopath. That would put, as much as possible on earth, justice to him and an end to his evil reign. Now to find a lass for John.

He writes a second letter, to a fellow clergyman in the lack district of England. He needs a special lass, sweet and trusting, able to handle the life of a military spouse.

A few weeks later he hears back from him. There is a lass he recommends. Mary Anderson is of the right age and temperament. She also has a father and brother serving HRH in the military. Perfect. It will take some time but he will see John as settled as Claire will soon be.

Castle Leoch

“Miss Claire!” a breathless Hamish runs into her surgery. She steadies him between her hands.

“Grab breath Hamish and tell me what is wrong?”

“There are ten men, from the prison, newly released. They were sent here to see you. Should I tell my father?”

“Yes. Tell your father and let me start seeing them.”

“Aye Miss Claire.” He comes out and tells the first man to go in, that the healer can see him. “I will tell my father, Laird Colum ban Campbell, of our visitors.” He informs them.

“Hamish, I will see them one at a time. Do you mind if I sent the rest down to the Great Hall for a meal?”

“I will ask my father but I say yes.” He says, standing tall.

“Thank you sir.” The men bowed down to him as one. Claire took the roughest looking one back first as Hamish escorted the others to the Hall and went to inform his father.

“Thank you mistress for seeing us. We can pay.” He says. She brushes off his offer of money and asks for his story as she examines him. “We were just released. Were prisoners of Black Jack Randall. He treated us as worse then slaves. We were barely fed, worked until we couldn’t stand or lift our arms and,” He hesitates and Claire stops her examination to fully focus on his story. “Well, Tisn’t really a story for a lady.”

“I am no lady. I am a healer. Please tell me so I can see to you properly.”

“Well he would occasionally take one of the man back to his chambers for special attention. If they returned well, they would be bleeding from their arses.” He is fully flushed after telling his story. Claire hates to ask him more but..

“Were you or any of the men with you ever invited back to his chambers?”

“No mistress. Thank the Saints. I am Raymond Campbell, by the way. My wife and children will be so happy to see me. I can return to them, eh? I've naught from that bastard, begging your pardon ma'am, that I shouldn’t take to them.”

“You may return home. You are malnourished, as expected. I prescribe a diet rich in green vegetables and meats. You will be fine. Mr. Campbell, tell me, how were you freed from him?”

“A Colonel showed up. Saw what he was about with us and ordered us free. As for Randall, he was reassigned to Africa. Thank the Saints, we will ne' have to see him again.”

“That is very good. Go down to the hall and send up one of your mates, please.”

“Aye mistress. Thank you.”

The Great Hall

Column had joined his guests. He watches them eat with satisfaction as he questions them.

“He said it was for taxes due. But, I swear to thee, my Laird, I had paid.”

“I believe you. What is your Clan and where are your lands?”

“I am Shaun Mackenzie,” he replies with pride. “My wife, the bairns, and I had a croft between the Mackenzie and Grant lands. My Laird, do you think they are still there?”

“We will find out. For all of you. Your families will be found and you, no matter what clan ye are, as long as ye are hard working, honest men, ye and your families will have a home on Mackenzie land. A croft and work to do. As well as safety from the bloody British.”

“He is being transferred to Africa. Thank God he will not be around any more.” One of the other man says.

“Very good. Justice from the British. I will talk to this Colonel Cornwallis and make sure all your records are clear.”

“Thank you my Laird.” The men say as one. Hamish sits with his father, listening to the men's tales.

“You did right lad. To invite them here. You will make a fine Laird some day.” The young man beams under his father's praise.

Jamie joins Claire in her surgery after she had seen all the men. “You did well seeing to all those men.” He tells her.

“They didn't need me really. Just greens and some good rest.”

“Still. You gave them peace.” He pulls her close and deeply kisses her. She sighs into it kissing him back. They are both breathless when they pull apart.

“I don’t want to stop but know we must. I don’t wish to dishonor Column’s hospitality.” Claire admits, leaning weakly against him.

“I will always see to your reputation. One day we won’t have to stop.”

It is at this point that a dirty and disheveled, but very happy, Fergus enters. “Miss Claire, guess what I got to do?”

“What is that?” she smiles down at him.

“I brushed down a horse, mucked out a stall and feed them. I gathered up firewood for the great hall and heard the most incredible news. Please Miss Claire and Mr. Jamie, tell me it is true?”

“What is it lad?” Jamie replies.

“That the evil man has received justice. That he will be sent away from here. That he canna harm me anymore?”

“That is all true.”

“Oh! I am so…”

“I ken lad. We all are.”

“Fergus, go get cleaned up and come back for your lesson.” Claire instructs.

“Aye Miss Claire.” He hurries off.

“You are very good with him. You will make a grand mam someday.”

“Thank you. I feel like I am already with him.” He grins and pulls her back into his arms.

“Well, if we canna find his family.”

In a deep dark prison cell

Black Jack paces back and forth. This is unbelievable! He where his toys used to be. Due to be sent away. Banished! No. It will not do. He will get a letter out to the Duke of Sandringham. He will have to help him. When he does he will find Lt. Grey. Despite his denials, he knows he has something to do with this. He will pay.

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Piece of gold I Part 6

Loki x reader

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

A/N: wow. That’s it. That’s the last chapter of piece of gold and also the longest one. Really I enjoyed writing this story so much.

And also enjoyed, no more loved all of the amazing reviews you wrote,

Really, thank you so much.

And now, i hope you enjoy this last part

Summary: You live your dream as a worker in the   royal library of Asgard, everything would have been normal if there   wasn’t a certain prince between the bookshelf’s who’s passion also   included books. Of course destiny has decided it was time to bring you two together…

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo "It might sting a little bit but just hold your breath, alright?" You placed the cotton with some alcohol on the wound of the small boy, who had gotten hurt during the battle. "Look! It's already over. There you go, you brave soldier." The boy murmelnd a shy thanks before he run in his mother's arms next to you. "Thank you for helping my son! The medicine hall is completely overfilled and we needed a healer." "It is a pleasure Ma'am. Though, we're not healers but could we help yourself in anyways?"You stated, touched by the woman's words. She stroke her boys hair with a small smile and answered, "No, I'm fine. What matters now is that we can finally go home. Thank you both again." Mealla next to you nodded seriously before she let out an exhausted sight. "That was everyone for now... I never thought I would ever experience something like that... well, at least the last time Asgard had been attacked Odin was here to defend our home." "I mean look at the library so many things, so many treasures are wasted and lost." Frustrated she put the medical utensils back in the bag we found in the remains of our office in the library. "Do not worry to much, Mealla. Asgard is build out of magic and the power of gods, I'm sure not everything is lost... you'll see we'll fix it." You stated, not really present with your thoughts. You just whisked you could do more... "We are you headed? Our rooms are that way", Mealla stopped you irritated once you both had left the room. You turned around to her, trying to avoid her eyes and bring out something believable. "Well..." Or just nothing at all... Great. Really what a great solution. "Oh, no. Don't say- Girl, it's in the middle of the night, no even the sun will soon shine again. You shouldn't-" "Believe me I should," you interrupted her, finally meeting her eyes.

The Mealla who's usually in top form and could work full three nights if she had to, looked after this single one nothing like her self. She was obviously drained but still managed to care for you and other people around a whole night long. And even her curiosity hadn't suffer. "Why?" "I- just... just to look if he's alright," you stuttered and looked somehow embarrassed down at your dress you'd worn to the ball. Well, you couldn't call this a dress anymore... "Please, Y/N, he is a god, also the prince of you didn't noticed. He has people who care for him and will be fine. Come on now I want to finally get some sleep before something new happen." She turned around and kept her way to her room, not stopping when you made your next decision. "Alright, but I'll come afterwards, okay?" Mealla sighted, but apparently put her sleep as her priority rather than to discuss further with you. "Fine, fine if you insist. But don't say I didn't warn you." Then she had vanished behind the corner. You took a deep breath and yawned. Yes, a little sleep would be nice. But you knew you wouldn't sleep a single minute. Not after what had happened yesterday. Not after you had witnessed Loki turning into a frost giant. The biggest enemies of Asgard. But this wasn't the real problem. It was rather the fact it seemed like you were disgusted by him. You had seen his gaze, when he had turned around loosing his transformation. A gaze you never wanted to see again and never should had appeared on his face. You made your way through the halls of Asgard, witnessed all the damaged the fight yesterday had cost this kingdom. So much dead and sorrow and pain. And at which cost? Why? What did the want here? When you entered the wing which lead to the royal chambers you were stopped by guards who suddenly pointed their weapons at you causing you immediately to raise your shaking hands and stepping back. "I- I want no harm, I swear," you stuttered, somehow feeing stupid. "I-I want to, no I need to speak to prince Loki." Forget it, now you were being stupid. Mealla was right! It's in the middle of the night, Asgard has been attacked and you appear at the royal chambers looking like you'd been overrun by a herd of horses and claiming you want no harm? Yesssss Of course, they'd let you visit the prince now also! Dumb, Y/N. Very, very dumb "I'm sorry miss but you have no permission to be in this section nor to enter the prince's rooms." One guard explained with a stern voice, but he lowered his sword, even if only a little bit. Told ya. Nevertheless you made one step forward, causing them to tense once again, but this time you didn't care. You just wanted to see him. "But sir,it's an emergency!" "Miss, you have to go now if you don't want to spent the next time in the dungeons," the other answered with a uncaring voice, but you knew the border was reached now. You couldn't do anything else, not with the guards looking at you like at an annoying child. So you gave up. For now. OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO The next morning -or rather only a few hours later- you awoke by something landing upon your face. And this time you hoped it wasn't once again a dead aspen. "Wake up! Hear me! Hello?? You'll miss the breakfast!" You groaned and simply turned around, pressing the pillow Mealla had thrown on your ears. "I'm not hungry." "Very well," you heard her mutter before your blanket vanished with one single tug and the sudden cold caused you to jump up. "What the hell, Mealla?!" You cried, trying to look mad at the woman but your eyelids just closed every time you wanted to open them. You heard her laughing. "You look like a troll, won't you want to shower a little bit, Alright? Ohw-!" She explained when your pillowed hit her on the head. "How could it be that you're already awake and be in this-"you let out a loud yawn on your way to the bathroom, "and be in this mood when you barely slept two hours?" You sighted when the cold water covered your face and all the bruises you get during the fight. Now you felt better, at least a little bit. "Well, what can I say? As the brilliant librarian manager I am i should be used to staying up late and waking up early. Besides, king odin called for everyone to rally outside for the mourning ceremony. He will explain everything that had happened last night." You stopped in you motion. "Really? Where do you know this from? Oh god, Mealla do you know if the queen-" "Frigga is fine. And so is Loki." You sighted in relief, it was a blessing that both of them of them had survived. You grabbed your clothes and started to change, while you waited for Mealla's answer in the bathroom. It was a wonder that these rooms had survived nearly unharmed, alike the royal wing. Only the central of the palace was in a bad state. "Unlike you, I was already outside of this doors and now hurry, I don't want to arrive late." You barely managed to brush your hair in an appropriate state when you were already dragged outside. "Your so slowly, you know that?" OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO Minutes later you arrived outside in the "garden"-if you could even call something as huge as this a garden. A field might fit better. The thing is, the great hall was completely damaged and not safe to enter, such as a lot of other section of the kingdom. Even if the horror only happened a few hours ago they managed to prepare and decorate this area with flowers, flags, chairs, also the columns contributed to the mood of sorrow and pain. And in this moment the things you unawarely hadn't processed came with such a power you gasped for air. No matter how hard you tried to stay calm, the realisation had grabbed you. You had had friends living here, how many of them would you see again? How many families were broken apart last night? How many people are still waiting and will be forever waiting for the loved ones to return? How many dreams were shattered and how many memories broken? Why? Why did it happen? What was the reason for this distraction? Odin's gaze was cold and emotionless as always. Out from the front he stared at his people, waiting for them to silence. He stood alone, without his queen or his sons. And when he started to speak his words contained sorrow. "Brave soldiers had fought for our lives yesterday, their lives. Lives that were taken by a folk called Aspen. Asgard would have come to an arrangement with the Aspen, when my son Thor and I myself set fourth last night. But we were mistaken by their true intentions-" The mission... That was the mission they excluded Loki from. But why... Wait, Odin wouldn't do it, would he? He wouldn't excluded his son just because he's a frost giant? Something told you, that Odin wasn't just the father that had the best intentions for his sons... Your thoughts strayed away and now turned to the man who appeared next to the king. Thor. He remained quite and fixed his gaze on a undefined point on the ground. "May their spirits and souls dwell on a place their bravery and good hearts deserve." The King closed his eyes and spoke a short pray we joined a moment later. The funerals will take place this evening, as always at the sea. A funeral in order to honour those who gave their lives for ours. Suddenly you felt a numb in your waist. You turned you head and noticed surprised next to Mealla her husband standing, drying his tears with a handkerchief. "What's the matter? You look a little bit displeased." You turned your gaze to Mealla. "Yes, but I don't think it's right that Odin doesn't even mention all the civilians who lost their lives. All the innocent people who weren't even involved. They and their families deserved to be at least being mentioned, an apology, anything by their king." She focused her gaze to the front. "Your right. And I don't think you're the only one with that opinion. Look." Your gaze landed upon the King once again, he's stopped with his speak and made room for Thor, who stepped next to him. His face was unreadable, also hard as Odin's but somehow in a different way. "It- It was foolish," he begun and you and Mealla exchanged a surprised glance. In all the speaks Thor already had, not once he had stuttered. He cleared his throat. "It was foolish of us to put our trust in a race as scheming as the aspens. And foolish to leave our folk during a time of happiness. During a feast which is a byword for safety, love and strength. And we owe to every man, every woman, every child and every family that get wounded more than just an apology. We can't undo this crime, but as the future king of Asgard I demand a funeral upon our holy lake for every single soul that gave their live for Asgard. And the wounded and retarded ones will be cared." He let gave us all a last glance full of sadness, before he left the front. And also the crowd dispersed. "I am certain that Thor will be a great long one day. He has a good heart," Mealla whispered. Yes, you were certain, too. You were proud of the prince. But now, it was time for you to make things right. May it be not the best moment for this, but who know when the next opportunity arrives... "Excuse me for a moment," you said to Mealla before you passed by her. "See you at the table later?" "Yes, of course!" You shouted before you focused on the blooms hair that went along the crowd. With mix emotions you hurried to him. Thor frowned when he recognised you informs of him. "Your majesty, forgive me but are aware of the whereabouts of prince Loki?" You asked, hoping he wasn't mad for disturbing him st this moment. "I'm afraid but I don't think it's a good idea for you to seek the company of my brother, right now." "What why? Is he alright? Did he get hurt?" "No, he did not get wounded physically. What do you need from him?" "I am- I have to speak to him." "I'm sorry but-" "Please,Thor!" You interrupted him. Your sudden outburst and the fact you forget the formality did Thor Falter in his motions. You took a deep breath before you awkwardly tried once again "I- i want to make things clear. The things that happened yesterday... it shouldn't have come that way... I shouldn't have... " you stopped. You didn't knew what to say, there were a lot of emotions in you right now you couldn't put into words. After a long pause in which he watched you with a serious expression and internally regarded your intentions he finally nodded. "Follow me." "Thank you." You answered with a relieved sight. You walked away from the place of the mourn ceremony, away from the garden and away from the entrance to the great hall. Thor lead you in completely silence through halls and corridors until you were completely certain to never being in this sections. The he stopped in front of a fountain on the wall, that were surrounded by stones and flowers and even two small trees. Suddenly the prince stopped infringe of you and blocked your view, the -only a few second later- the two trees reduced themselves and somehow opened a small gate in which you spotted the greenest grass you'd ever seen. What in Odin's- "It's the secret garden of my mother." Thor explained still focused on the entrance. Then his gaze landed upon you meaningful. "Don't make me regret my decision. In no ways." You nodded quite. Then with great caution you entered the garden and gasped in awe. Never in your whole life have you seen such beauty. There's no place in whole Asgard where the grass shines that green, or so many flowers grow. The small river that flowed through and which rustle of the waves calmed you in a strange way, contained such blue it couldn't be real. The birds in the trees sung melodies you've never heard but touched you deep in your heart. Suddenly you heard a rustling behind you and turned around in shock only to notice that the entrance was now closed again. But your intentions were not to leave yet. With a deep breath you turned around and flinched once more startled when you saw Loki standing in front of you. He seemed a little pale but apart from that he looked the same as always. He also wear that cold face of his, that made you swallow. "I don't think you're permitted do be here." Somehow you couldn't get your mouth to speak. You had prepared dozens of things you wanted to say, from the start to the end, ways to apologise and now- nothing. It opened and closed without any words. "You should go. Your not welcomed here," he said emotionless before he just left you alone. "I-I wanted to see you," you brought out weakly. He didn't stopped in his way so you just caught up to him. This time you won't let him go that simply. "You weren't at the ceremony." He remained quietly. No. You took a few fast steps and then stopped in front of him. To your big surprise he suddenly started to laugh. But it wasn't the kind of laugh you remembered. This one was cold and let you feel far far away from the Loki you spent so much time with. The Loki who had earned a place in your heart. "What is your intention, woman? Do you think you could stop me? You're not in the position-" "I'm sorry." He remained in his motion for a second before he rose his eyebrow in annoyance. "Loki, I'm so so sorry. It was wrong of me to walk away and let you alone. I shouldn't have just left you there when you literally just saved my life. So many lives. I-" "Left me alone?" You closed your mouth abruptly. Then frowned. "Let me put this straight. You came here to apologise for leaving me alone after the battle?" "Yes, and I know it was a mistake-" "Y/N, i literally used my powers in a brutal way and transformed into a frost giant which are -if I could notice here- a part of the cruelest monsters and enemies of Asgard and all you care about is that you left me alone?" You were uncertain of what to say in this moment. Did you hurt him even more? "Loki, by all means you're not a monster." He let out a dry laugh. "I'm not? Well, surprise but here I am. Odin's adopted bastard son. You should go now, if you have the tiniest bit of a brain." You shook your head with such power you thought it'd fell off. You took a step forward and wanted to lay a hand on his shoulder, but he caught it before you could even touch it. "You, my dear prince, are many, many things but for certain you are not a monster, you hear me?" "I don't think you have any idea about what you're talking that foolish about, woman." When you opened your mouth for an answer he slightly bowed his head forward and looked at you with a hard expression. "Why are you really here?" Haven't I... just told you? "I wanted to apologise." "I asked you why are really here?" "Fine! You want the truth?" You exclaimed, becoming more and more frustrated "Well, here it is." "The truth is, the first time I met you in the library I thought I'm gonna lose my shit. You were sitting there, the freaking prince of Asgard, quietly reading in the corner, as if nothing could bother you. The second time you found me sitting in the corner, reading the book you loved. And even if I hadn't finished I gave it to you, course but you gave it back to me. And I spent all night reading it in order to return it to you as soon as possible. I was new in this palace. I was warned. I was warned to keep a distance to the god of mischief, been told so many stories about you and I'm certain 99 percent weren't even close to the truth. And never the less, here I was the third time I met you, spending a god damn night talking about books and stories and life and morals with you. And you know why? Because I didn't care. I didn't care in that moment that you were the prince, I didn't care that you were literally Loki the god of mischief and could turn me with one snap of you fingers into a frog or what ever. All I saw in that night and all I saw the next time we spent together, was a man which showed me a new perspective of life, who understood me in a way nobody else seemed to, and a man with whom I could forget everything and just enjoy life. Because you," with a firm glance you pricked your finger on his chest. "You are a good man, Loki. And I couldn't care less if you were a frost giant or an aspen or whatever. All one needs to know about you is here," you pointed to the place where his heart is. "And nowhere else." When you stopped your outburst, you glanced on the ground, with a heart beating so loud Loki had to hear. There was silence for the next couple of moments. But then you looked up. You expected him to shout, to grab you push out, or him to just leave with any words. But what you didn't expect him was to look at you with an expression as if he'd see you the first time. Say something. Please. Something. But he didn't. So once again you glanced to the ground, avoiding his intense gaze and opened your mouth. "I'd understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me, but I just wanted to make sure you don't blame yourself for anything." You intended to leave, but suddenly you felt a hand on your wrist and the next moment you found yourself in the warm embrace against Loki's chest. You hold your breath, trying not to move. You're sure you couldn't even if you wanted to. And if he hadn't heard your heartbeat earlier he was now feeling it. "And you are a very, vert dumb person if you think I could ever hate you." A smile grin appeared on your face and you even dared to look up. "Well, I didn't say you'd hate me-" Your words were suddenly silenced when you felt his lips soft against your own. You froze. Literally, you couldn't move. Just when you finally relaxed, and closed your eyes you leaned in the kiss. And in this moment it felt like it had to be. It was right. This was right. And you were confirmed in your words the second your eyes opened slowly and you saw Loki's bright, green eyes looking at you with so much love, you der your heart and stomach explode. Well, your whole body felt if it had exploded. You smiled softly. It seemed like he wanted to say something when a voice behind you interrupted the moment. "Finally!" You both turned around in shock to see Thor standing there, grinning like he'd just get a second hammer. "I thought I have to wait another century with you mourning yourself until something happen between the two of you." You felt Loki's arm around your waist and suddenly get the feeling to be protected from everything. "Brother." Loki's voice was clearly full of annoyance but his eyes revealed his amusement about this situation and his words. "I was certainly not mourning myself." Thor clapped his brother at his back, still grinning. "Whatever you say, brother." An awkward silences appeared in which you tried anything to avoid Thors eyes. "Sooo," he started. "What about a double date?" "Absolutely not". "Never." Thor's gaze faltered for a second, before he finally said. "Well, well I don't wanna disturb you turtle doves any further. We meet later, Y/N. After all you're officially my sister in law! Mother will be so happy!" "Will you finally vanish," loki complained, now rolling his eyes. Thor lifted both of his hands in defence. "I'm gone, I'm gone." Then Loki turned around to you again. "I'm sorry, but you know my brother." You smiled. A smile from deep down your heart. "I know. And it's fine. Actually it's more then fine!" He rose sceptically his brow. "Have I reasons to worry?" You laughed. Realising how your words have sound like. "No. Never. I meant this. This is more then fine." He placed his arms around your waist. "And why is that?" "Hmm... maybe that way I can finally play with your hair." "And nothing more?" You castes an innocent look. "No, no I don't think so. Just the hair." "Well, then..."he joined your game and wanted to let go of you. But you grabbed his arm and pulled him down for a short kiss. "And maybe this is fine also," you teased. "Well, if this is only fine, we have to try a little more, haven't we?" Your mischievous grin turned into a honest smile when you crossed your arms behind his neck. "I have nothing against it."

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Through the Stones Chapter Three

She looks to Jamie. The fear and worry on his face made her feel the same. This warrior was scared and it is all her fault. She is responsible. She brought him here. Unwillingly or not. It is her job to see it right.

" Okay," she thinks," we need modern clothes, food and shelter. All of which cost money. Which we don't have. Now what?"

She looks around. This Inverness is a far cry from the Inverness she left a mere two days ago and an eternity away from the town Jamie would recognize. Where to start? Hmmmm. Well they would get no where staying where they were.

" Come Jamie. We need to find some way to get some money. We will need things to blend in and..."

" And how were ye planning on acquiring this Sassanech?"

" I really don't know. I am trying to figure that out." she admits as she takes his hand back in hers and tries to get him moving.

" So ye plan to go off all mollycolly, without a plan."

" Well yes."

" Tis madness."

" This whole thing is madness. To be in my time with my husband not two days ago. Then your time. Now here in a time neither of us has experienced. Pure madness."

" Aye, come lassie there seems to be seat up ahead," he gestures to the bench in front of what looks to be a bus station. It has a cover and is out of the wind," and we will discuss this."

" Now, ye be a healer and I a soldier and farmer. Do ye think such skill be needed in this time?"

" I am sure Jamie. It is just we need to learn more and be able to blend in more, before we could attempt to get jobs."

" Aye, I see the truth in that." he nervously taps the bench with his fingers as he thinks." Blending in will require us to be clothed like these?" he points to the people passing by.

" Yes, definitely."

" Do ye think me kilt and shirt be worth something in this time?"

" I am sure Jamie. As well as the sporran and belt. But if you sold it, what would you wear. Until we could by you more clothes. You can't walk around naked." This thought brings a naked Jamie to her mind. Muscles and taunt skin. She blushes and turns away.

" Och no. I canna do that. But..what of me sword. Do ye think I could sell it? To buy proper clothing for us both. Then I could sell me clothes to purchase lodging and food."

" Oh. Well you probably could. But Jamie, would you want to part with it?"

" Well no. But to see ye ahhhto see us safe in this time, I will."

" Thank you Jamie. Truly. That may be all that we can do."

" So where. Where do we go?"

" Hmmm. I don't know. But I know someplace that will. Come Jamie. We are.going to the library."

It was in the same location, thank God. Much bigger than the last time she was there. When they walk in, both their eyes get big.

" I ne' saw so many books in one place before." He is completely captivated. As a verocious reader, he tries to read every chance he got. But, twas hard in the midst of soldiering and farming. In the midst of fighting the Redcoats. He realizes, in a way people wake from a dream, that those days are.passed him. He is in a whole new world. And this library is just the start. He feels Claire leading him towards the desk. The word ' information' printed on the front.

" Excuse me ma'am."

The lady that turns around is maybe his sister Jenny's age. Her hair is of the darkest black he has ever seen. She wears breeks like must of the woman he had seen in this time.

" Yes?"

" My ahhhh friend here would like to sell his sword. Where would we find information on how to do that?"

" Wow. Look at you. You are the most Highland looking Highlander I have ever seen around here."

He bows politely to her.

" Be still my heart. Well if you ain't just the sweetest."

The flash of jealousy Claire feels takes her by surprise. She was married after all. Or was she? Frank must be long dead. No Beauchamp, there will be time to think about and grief Frank later.

" The information?" It comes out sharper than she intends and she flushes.

" Of course. There is a computer open. I am sure you will find someone willing to buy such a magnificent sword on-line. Even local with all the recreations and Highland fairs around here."

" I am sorry ma'am. We aren't.from around here. Computer?"

" Oh they are right over there." She points to a area filled with desks. On each sits a box. The computers? Claire is afraid to show anymore ignorance of this time and simply nods at her. Thanks her for her help. She takes Jamie's hand and guides them both over to the computers.

She takes a seat in front of one. Jamie sits beside her. They both stare at the blinking image in front. It is the name of the library floating in and out of sight. On the desk in front of the box is a typewriter type board. Finally something she recognizes. She looks down and thinks. Maybe type sword and see what happens. As soon as she touches the 's' the box changes. Gone is the image that floated. Now the screen is solid. It has a series of words and symbols on it. Now what?

Jamie watches her. He has never seen such as this ' computer' and it is obvious neither had Claire. He ken's why she dinna wish to ask the lass for help. To let it be ken'd that they dinna understand would be hard to explain. He looks around and sees a bairn no much older than his wee nephew in fromt of another computer. He seemed to ken what to do with it. So they should. But dinna. Who could show them?

" Can I help? I see you seem stuck. Don't know this system, ehhh?" The lad that approachs them no more than six and ten.

" Oh yes please. We wish to.fimd someone to buy my friend here's sword. The lady at the information desk sent us here but.." Claire explains.

" Ahh. Well it is a beauty. Looks good enough to pass as genuine." he says as he looks it over.

" I assure ye lad it is." Jamie says.

" Wow then you should have no trouble finding a buyer. Okay let's see. " he sits down on Claire's other side and begins to move an object Claire hadn't noticed around. It seems connected to the box in some way because it made the front change.

Claire watches what he does carefully knowing she.will need.to learn it.

" They only run on Microsoft 9 so it may take a moment. But we should be able to find you a buyer." They both nod trying to pretend to know what he is talking about." I am.John by the way. John Grey."

" Jamie, James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser and this be Claire Randall. Thank ye for ye help John."

" No problem man. I know technology can be hard on you older folks."

Claire was to relieved by his help to take offense.

[sparemyocs]

Bystander

Maybe half an hour ago, things had been very different. Half an hour ago they'd been celebrating. More importantly everyone was alive, half an hour ago. Now though, they were in the Chantry, hiding from the wrath of a dragon. Possibly an archdemon. The smell of blood and burns permeated the premises: some people were hurt. Everyone was afraid. Hanhari, ever the good and kind First, had gone out of his way to save as many people as he could and had only just made it to shelter himself. He was talking with the war master of this place now, trying to figure out what to do.

The conclusion he reached made Miris' heart pound. He'd go back out there to distract the monster and his dragon. They'd escape along a back path or something of the sort, and he'd be most likely left to die in an avalanche.

"Da'falon, din!" She threw herself between himself and the door, hands pushing back on his chest and making him take a few steps back. If only in surprise, even if she was bigger than him.

"'Ma'halla, ryan. Re 'ma'shivanash shala ara'vhen." Hanhari took hold of her hands in his, smiling at her calmly.

"Mar vhen...?" Miris squirmed slightly, looking at all the people, the humans, around them. Truthfully it'd been easy to see the difference here, just how much happier he was. That didn't make it easier to accept though. Hanhari was supposed to be the Lavellan's First. Yet in his years with them, he'd never gotten as comfortable as he had here in a matter of weeks. The younger elf had connected with people here in a way he hadn't with their clan. She looked back at him, meeting his bright eyes. "Sathan juvagara."

"Ar'esayemah. Shia'i Blackwall sule min'dinem." He squeezed her hands before letting go altogether, slipping around her to go out the doors.

As they swung to a heavy close behind him, Miris could hear him giving orders to those he'd asked to go with him. Since she'd come she'd insisted on staying behind, merely helping keep things in order and providing him familiar company. As she dashed to catch up to Ser Blackwall's side, Miris wondered how different it would be now if she'd been bolder. Taken him up on his offers. Become a true agent of the Inquisition before it's destruction here. There was no point in pondering it. She'd already failed.

Spotting the man, she realized he was lagging behind somewhat as he helped an injured villager through the snow. No one would be left behind, of course, but they did need to go as quickly as possible. She swept under the injured human's free arm, lifting their other side up on her shoulders. Instantly they were moving with a bit more ease.

"Ah, thank you my Lady."

"Yes..." The villager sighed, "Yes thank you miss."

Miris eyed the bushy-bearded man for a moment. My Lady. That was... Nice. Too nice. It was a little frustrating that he could not have said it when things were still good and she'd been wanting to kiss him. "You are welcome," she looked to the villager, patting his chest to try and be reassuring. The huntress could dwell later, when things were not so bad. Assuming they did stop being bad later. Eventually. There would be time eventually she affirmed to herself.

Once the flare went up, Miris couldn't help often looking back. Haven was gone. The whole village buried like so many bodies. The sight crushed her lungs and sunk her stomach. Hanhari was down there. A literal body. His companions likely were as well. Cassandra, Sera, and that new man, Dorian. Four more people all gone like nothing.

And it was cold too. The chill was starting to sink through her clothes and skin and flesh down to bone. A storm blocked her view before distance did. It was a vicious thing, taking what could only be some feet away and obscuring it in a fog of white. The wind was soon blowing straight into their faces, snow sticking onto clothes and hair. None were left behind however, thankfully. Perhaps in the spirit of their lost Herald. Her lost First.

Miris wasn't sure how long they walked for. Probably not for as long as it seemed. It was at least, still nighttime when they stopped officially to camp. And thank goodness for the many who'd had the good sense to bring food and blankets and tents. It was crowded somewhat, and there weren't enough healers to go around, but under the cover of the fierce storm it felt somewhat safe. Sort of.

The huntress stayed close to Blackwall. She didn't know what else to do for now. She was as scared as everyone else. Scared of the Elder One. Scared of the evil templars. Sad... to have lost her friend. Other than the bustling of the healers, the whole camp was too quiet. Dozens of pairs of eyes glanced up, waiting to see the dragon come to finish them off. Time dragged on. It never came. Miris only stayed warm by virtue of Ser Blackwall keeping a heavy arm around her shoulders and keeping her politely near. Should have grabbed more blankets and coats...

Half an hour later, there was a fuss at one end of the camp. Miris leapt to her feet, scrambling over to see the cause of the commotion. Daggers drawn, just in case. It wasn't necessary. Somehow, through the storm, Cassandra, Sera, and Dorian had re-emerged.

"Hanhari? Sathan, sathan, where is da'falon? Where is Hanhari?! He was with you!" She grabbed at coats and armor, pleading with the survivors. Sera was too choked up and angry to give her a straight answer, outright shoving the Dalish elf away. Dorian was too guilty, never once looking the woman in the eye. Cassandra, both angry and guilty, managed to speak though.

"Once we had the trebuchet prepared, he told us to run. I... I was not sure we would make it, in truth, but it seemed we had more time than I would have thought. And indeed, the beast's focus was on him, as we were told. ...Hanhari, the Herald, he saved our lives as well." The woman's expression turned hard and certain, "We must give him time. There is a chance he could have survived, by some miracle, and I do not wish to see that chance wasted."

The Elvhen woman hugged her tightly. It meant little, but it was good that she cared enough to halt their onward march indefinitely. Just in case. Cassandra seemed startled by this, but hugged her back regardless.

"Cassandra... We left him cornered by a dragon and that... Elder One. I can respect a need for some hope but... Is it really wise to get our hopes up?" Dorian rubbed his arms, clearly cold and upset. Miris did not blame him, taking the human's hand and pulling him towards the tents.

"Sathan, ish'Pavus.... We should rest anyhow, sathan.... Let us wait, even if it is only because there is nothing better for us to do."

Dorian opened his mouth as if to argue, but he quickly deflated. "Well... I suppose we really don't have anywhere to go, do we? It... could still be quite the disappointment however, you know that don't you?"

"It is less disappointing than not trying at all." She pushed the man down onto one of the mats that had been laid down under the tents. "Be warm. You have done much already."

"If you say so... Thank you, ma'am." He pulled his hands up under his armpits, sitting cross legged and half curled in on himself in an attempt to preserve what little heat and good feelings he had left in him for the moment. Miris hoped very much that Mythal would grant them all mercy. They had worked hard to get even this far, and now there was an even worse fight ahead. Without Hanhari, it was doubtful that they'd have a chance. Moreover, no one needed the guilt of thinking that they'd abandoned (ordered to or no) their one chance.

More time passed, Miris returned to Blackwall's side and tried to sleep pressed against his back. It was better than keeping track of the time slipping away. Their chances fading in the dark and storm around them. Cullen and Cassandra gathered men to accompany them in doing rounds around the camp in the hopes of both finding their Herald while also not getting lost in the storm. Blackwall promised to wake Lady Lavellan if they found anything. Miris was grateful to him for this.

As promised, he did wake her.

Hanhari was tiny, back covered in frozen blood and unconscious in Cullen's arms. But Cassandra assured when Miris came rushing, alive. He was alive. Half dead and frozen stiff, but alive enough. There were so many healers. They would save him. They had to. Miris noticed that Dorian slipped in to help them. Already, the two young men had a bond that the woman recognized. Perhaps they also did, perhaps they didn't. Time would tell, and she would keep an eye on asa'da'falon if he ever needed help.

In the meantime, she sat back to watch the human's in charge bicker without Hanhari's calm, guiding voice, to watch the healers continue to buzz around the camp. Blackwall joined her again. She was thankful.

When Hanhari woke, the Mother fanned up fanfare around him. It was obvious he was overwhelmed, but the camp had needed the moment. Miris did not know the song, but she enjoyed hearing the Warden singing. Blackwall had a soothing sort of voice. It was a nice song too. Fitting of the situation in a way- Lost and in the dark and cold, but some way would be found to the sunrise. A good and needed message indeed. The singing ended, many people laughing at the newfound peace and it's slightly obsurd origin. Others began to settle into sleep. Miris was one of them, pressed up again against Blackwall's back, but he was lying down this time as well. The straw under them itched as it pressed up through her clothes but it was sufficient bedding. The man behind her was very warm, even facing away from her also. After the exhausting and long day, Miris had little trouble getting herself to sleep.

Mythal, ivys nuvenemah na. Na'ryas halani ish.

Ryan – I must

Re 'ma'shivanash shala ara'vhen – [It] Is my duty (done willingly and eagerly) to protect my people

Mar vhen – Your people

Sathan juvagara – Please come back

Ar'esayemah – I [am] about to try / I [am] going to try

Shia'i Blackwall sule min'dinem – Travel with Blackwall until this [is] over

Mythal, ivys nuvenemah na. Na'ryas halani ish. – Mythal, he will be needing you. You must help him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12717951

[overwatchaos]

[Angst] The Other Side (Overwatch x Reader)

Before we start, there are a few things I need to clear up. First, I’m going to clarify your skills. You’re a support hero. You use portals in combat in ways that help your allies. Also, the only thing I’ll set in stone is your nationality. I hope you don’t mind, but you’ll be Korean. Sorry if the translation isn’t perfect, feel to to correct me.

Ability 1: Portal; You’re able to create a portal in front of you within a reasonable distance. You drop down from the teleporter that is spawned below you and reappear in the new location.

Ability 2: Healing Portal; This creates a larger portal below you that your and your teammates can stand on to regenerate health.

Ultimate: Supporting Portal; Teleports nearby allies in critical health to a nearby health pack or healer. Of course, the flaw is that the health pack/ healer is in the general proximity of the enemy as well as the hero. So they may be moved into a crossfire. The effect will last for 7 seconds and affects allies near to you instead of the area of deployment.

Weapon: 1; A glove which generates the portals. It takes two seconds to get from one portal to another with a cool down of 12 seconds. So use them wisely. 2; You can alternate between the glove and a small sub machine gun that does moderate damage.

How did you get here? Good question. Soldier: 76 thought it would be an outstanding idea to split up the forces of Overwatch. And, somehow, you’d ended up in a strange group with Mcree and Junkrat. However, they had moved somewhere else so you just went solo. Now, you must be wondering, ‘Why are you teamed with the enemy?’ Well, children, due to the abrupt rise of a new, lethal threat that endangered Earth’s existence, the illegally run military had gained some unlikely allies.

So anyway, you currently had the cold barrel of a gun against your forehead. Sweat slid down your temple as the adversary smirked.

“Whoa there.” A southern accent piped up behind you. The cool metal was removed from your skin as Mcree took down the agent with his revolver.

“Little close there, Darlin’. Wouldn’t ya say?” You huffed, slightly peeved that he was teasing you.

“Pff, I had it under control.” Sensing a sniper on the rooftop nearby, you dropped down into a portal and reappeared behind cover. The others followed your lead and avoided the deadly bullets. Stealthily, you snuck up the steps on the side of the broken building and shot the enemy.

“Sniper’s down. We’re good to go.” Atop the house, you had a decent view of the battlefield. Due to your position as support, you have a visor that showed you the well-being of your team. You gasped slightly, only now seeing that all of your friends were at critical health. Glancing at your glove, you noted the charge of your Ultimate.

%100

Scanning the area, you noticed that there was only one health pack. If you used that, your comrades would be teleported to the ship. This struck an idea into your head. Sprinting to the health pack, you turned on your earpiece while firing simultaneously.

“Athena.” You spoke directly to the A.I. “When 23 personell appear on the ship, head straight to Watchpoint: Gibraltar. Operate on full lockdown. Don’t allow anyone to change course, no matter the circumstance.”

“Will do, ma'am.” You switched over to the main voice channel as you reached your destination. Grabbing the pack, you redirected your attention back to the communication system.

“Guys, meet me at my current location in approximately 12 seconds.”

~12 SECONDS LATER~

Around you, 23 Overwatch agents were gathered. It was quiet. Painfully so. They were weak, the healers too tired to heighten everyone’s health. Things were looking grim. If an ambush were to happen, Overwatch would be no more. Unfortunately, a faint stampede of feet could be heard in the distance. That meant one thing.

They were coming.

“God damnit.” You cursed, previously hoping it wouldn’t come to this. “Hey, Junky.”

“Hmm?” Jamison turned to look at you, noticing the strange gleam in your eyes.

“Can I take your Concussion Mine for a bit?” Hesitantly, he handed you said item along with the trigger.

At this point, you could see the enemy closing in. You stare at the ground before speaking in a low tone.

“I’m sorry.”

“자신을 저장!”

Your friends gasp as they rise, feeling the portal pull them to the safety of the aircraft. Multiple calls ring out, begging you not to do this.

“Kid, wait!”

“Darlin’!”

“Sheila, PLEASE!”

You ignore them, feeling the tears well up in your eyes. Pushing them back, you face the mass of solider approaching you, the bomb in your grip. You glance over your shoulder and get one last glance at your family’s pained faces. When they’re fully gone, you turn to the opposition. With a strong mind, you dive into battle.

Killing people left and right, you spot a big cluster of individuals. Swiftly, you dart over before setting off the explosive, taking out many. But, without warning, a grenade rolled to your feet. You crash through a wall before submitting to the comforting grasp of darkness.

——- (3rd Person POV)——-

“Hey Kid! You here?!” A gravelly voice rung throughout the ruins. He stopped as soon as he saw the place they left (Name). The soldier inhaled deeply.

It was a massacre. Corpses littered the grown like leaves. What really caught his attention was a trail of dried but relatively new blood.

“Guys, I think I found her!” The others gathered around him, quieting down their calls. Following the marks, they came across a body.

Her clothes were torn and cuts were scattered on her skin. Suddenly, she jumped to life, coughing. Blood splattered on the pavement, a similar liquid staining her outfit.

“Sheila!” Junkrat was the first to react, rushing to her aid. She opens her eyes slowly, wincing at the exposure to the sun’s beam.

Groaning, she glanced at her arm, feeling the most pain radiating from there. Her already paling skin turned white.

“Well, would you look at that…” (Name) started to check for any other afflictions. Right arm missing, beginning just below the shoulder, a deep stomach wound and multiple bruises and small cuts. Plus some internal bleeding.

“Hey kid, look at me,” She glanced up at Soldier: 76 with difficulty. “You’re gonna get out of this alive, ok? I’ll make sure if it.” Oh, it pained the (Brunette/Blond/ Raven/etc) to see her companions like this, trying so hard to convince themselves that miracles happened.

As stupid as it was, they’d grow attached to the youngest agent. Of course, Hana was certainly happy that she was no longer the baby of the team. With (Name) being (Age Under 18) years old, she took D.Va’s place.

“H-hey, you should head back…” She trailed off, her breathing becoming laboured.

“You’re coming with us, Sheila. Dead or alive.” She smiled slightly, knowing her time was drawing to an end.

“H-Heh, I guess I’ll see you on the other side…” And with that, the light in her eyes was extinguished and her hand went limp,

(Name) was gone.

With this in mind, a few turned to the support heroes, wondering why they didn’t do anything to help. Mercy stepped forward, explaining the reason.

“She was too far gone, helping would only prolong the inevitable. I couldn’t revive her because my ultimate wasn’t ready. I-I’m sorry.” Her face fell and tears welled up in her eyes. She was like the mother of Overwatch and especially close to (Name).

She wasn’t the only one. Nobody had dry eyes, some were better at hiding it though.

Sighing sadly, their explosion-obsessed friend gently picked up the recently deceased before making his way back to the aircraft, the others following with hunched shoulders.

And from that day on, (Name)’s room was never touched. They would rather sleep on the floor if all the rooms were full. They missed her. Badly. She was the light of the team.

But all good things come to an end.