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Chapter 32: Departure
This chapter has been a long time coming. It's short, but there's more to come. Thank you to all of you who have stuck around and hello to all of you who are just discovering Metamorphosis. I truly hope you enjoy it and I cannot wait to bring you more chapters of this fic. 💙
You can find a master list of previous chapters here or this fic is also on AO3 if you'd like to read it there.
Enjoy! 💚
February 22nd, 1744; Afternoon.
Claire.
The swell of angry voices grew to a thunderous pitch, drowning out any form of coherent thought. My heart lodged itself at the back of my throat as the floor beneath me creaked and groaned and harkened the arrival of my worst nightmare.
Gritting my teeth, I lifted my head to face my foe but it was the midwife’s face that swam before mine.
I frowned at her and shook my head in confusion as she motioned towards the babies. A hideous sound left my lips as she reached out and tore them from my arms.
Jamie’s name twisted on my tongue, contorting into a desperate plea for help as I careened after her. My vision blurred as the tips of my fingers brushed against her skirts and I threw myself forward, frantically trying to grab hold of her.
My head spun as I hit the floor. The impact stole the breath from my lungs, leaving me gasping for air. I could hear the men approaching, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe as they grabbed me and lifted me off the ground.
The shock of their soggy clothes against my skin freed my reflexes just enough for me to strike out blindly.
“Christ, Sassenach,” they cursed as my fist hit their nose.
“Tis me!”
I froze, staring up at Jamie in surprise.
He blinked rapidly for a moment before a half snort, half laugh escaped him as he commented, “I canna fault yer aim, mo nighean donn, but warn me next time, aye?”
I turned my face into his chest and promptly dissolved into a blubbering mess. Jamie’s arms tightened around me as I began to tremble from head to toe. A blanket materialized out of thin air and covered me from head to toe, but it did little to thaw the bitter chill that numbed my lips and immobilized my limbs.
My eyes slid shut as he began to rock me back and forth. He bent his head, his lips moving against my hair as he apologized.
“Forgive me,” Jamie repeated over and over, first in English before slipping into Gàidhlig. “Oh, God, Claire… please forgive me.
He stroked my back and the familiar, steady movement stemmed my tears, slowly quieting the raging storm within my heart. I managed one deep breath and then another as my head stopped spinning.
I heard Jamie speaking to someone and could feel the deep vibrations in his chest against my cheek, but couldn’t make out his words. Their conversation stayed out of reach as more voices joined them, swirling and swelling around me until I could no longer distinguish one person from another.
A hand rested on my shoulder for a moment before Jamie shifted me in his arms, loosening his embrace as he eased me back into a more reclined position. I cracked open one eye to assess the situation and found the midwife kneeling beside me.
“It is time to bring you to my home, my dear,” she smiled gently. “You have waited long enough.”
One of the babies was tucked safely in the crook of her elbow, now bundled warmly and ready for the journey. He began to cry and she bent forward as she brought his tiny face near mine.
He stopped immediately as I kissed his brow and cheek. His eyes opened as he scowled at me and seemed to study me closely for a moment before sighing heavily.
“Aye, a bhalaich,” Jamie chuckled softly.
“I ken just what ye mean.”
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Being chronically ill is hard enough… but insurance companies sure know how to make it 10x worse. 😑
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2.13 | 7.05
Claire and Bree + talking to Jamie
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Did not have “Sam Heughan Riding an Inflatable Alligator Down a Slip n Slide” on my Bingo Card for this week. Anyone else? 😆
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I have absolutely no idea what this project is, but I’m HERE for it.
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"You are magical to me", said Bree.
"And to us too", thought we all.
This episode was full of emotion and beautiful scenes. But I chose this magical moment between Jamie and Brianna to draw. It looked gentle, and sad, and fairy at the same time.
Which scene would you select?
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[HQ stills from @outlander-online]
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Caitriona Balfe + Sam Heughan
Good Morning America | 2017 | 2020 | 2023
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This is giving me vibes.
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Me: Hmmm. I should go find out where I left off with screen caps.
Me, entering Dropbox:
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Chapter 31: Two of a Kind.
Happy Father’s Day, everyone!
Click Here to find the Chapter 30 or Here to find an updated index of chapters on Tumblr.
You can also Click Here to find Metamorphosis on AO3.
Still February 22nd, 1744; Afternoon.
Claire.
“Jamie?” I looked up, a horrible thought having just come to mind.
“How the hell are we going to make sure we don’t switch them?”
Keep reading
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There’s a phrase Claire uses a few times at the end of season six that has stuck with me.
I don’t want you to see me like this.
When she first said it (in reference to her mental health crisis) my gut reaction was essentially WELL THAT'S PREPOSTEROUS WRITING.
I, the viewer, knew that Jamie loved her unconditionally, besides the fact that he’d been in her shoes before… why on earth would she say that?
But then I went to a graduation party yesterday and it suddenly made a great deal of sense.
The party was for someone who means a great deal to me and many of the guests I knew well. I ran into an old high school friend there who asked if we could get together to reconnect…
And my heart’s first response was the same.
I don’t want you to see me like this.
The vulnerability it would take for me to let her see what my life is like right now felt too risky.
It felt much too daunting to let her see just how much my chronic illnesses have taken from me… to see what I struggle with daily.
It didn’t matter that she’d walked me thru high school (some of the darkest days of my life) and knows a fair bit about health struggles herself.
It didn’t matter that I knew she was a safe person…
It still felt like too much of a gamble to be seen and known.
And maybe you’ve felt that way this week too.
Maybe it’s for different reasons.
Or maybe you’re walking the medical tightrope like me.
May we find the courage it takes to be known, friends.
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Okay, y’all. I’m looking for episode video files for season six and ongoing seven to start creating again.
If you could point me in the right direction or dm me, that would be loverly. Willing to trade for one shot fic requests or… open to suggestions.
Much appreciated. 💙
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