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Covert Operations - Chapter 224

SYNOPSIS: James Fraser reflects on the information his uncle just relayed about his godfather Murtagh Fitzgibbons. On the other hand, Madeline reflects on her failure to know that this operative had been sleuthing under her very nose without detection. Thus, she has to come to terms with the fact that her back is well and truly against the wall now, knowing that there will be no escape from her crimes.

N.B. This chapter contains some text which may be triggering for some.

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CHAPTER 224

There were none more surprised than James Fraser and Claire Beauchamp when Colum Mackenzie had dropped his little bombshell about Murtagh Fitzgibbons being his godfather. Jamie had mixed emotions although his facial demeanour showed nothing of his inner thoughts. His Sassenach was as pleased as punch that her friend and confidant had been keeping a watchful eye over the man she loved since he’d been recruited to Section One, as well as keeping her under his wing also. Everything Murtagh had done had proved that he did indeed have their backs from the get go. In her mind this was the best news of the day. Knowing that he had approved of their relationship too meant the world to her, for she loved him, not only as her friend but as a father figure especially having lost her own mother and father. It was such wonderful news, and Claire couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear.

Jamie however, was still piecing together the words spoken by his uncle and the Head of Oversight that were still resonating in his head.

“Undeniably this is intel that Jamie will need to digest Colum. His godfather you say? I could think of no better man than Murtagh Fitzgibbons to have kept your nephew under his watchful eye.”

Mr. Lambert was right on point when he’d said these words. It was so very true. He too couldn’t think of a stauncher ally than Murtagh Fitzgibbons. Jamie was also digesting the significance of Colum Mackenzie’s statements, and he was processing that his buddy, Murtagh Fitzgibbons was in fact his paternal godfather. This wizened old man had surreptitiously been keeping a watchful eye over him ever since he came into Section One. This indeed had thrilled him no end.

Claire reached out and squeezed Jamie’s hand. She was ecstatic. When he glanced over at her, she gave him the most wonderful, sweetest smile that had him grinning too. The look in her eyes was one of excitement, exhilaration and pleasure at hearing this knowledge. The looks they exchanged meant that she knew exactly what her partner would be recalling. It was undoubtedly all of the ways Murtagh Fitzgibbons was involved in their lives, and how he had kept a watchful eye over the both of them. They both couldn’t help but think over all the times that Murtagh had gone out on a limb for them, had been their confidant, their supporter and more importantly the one who had their backs against Madeline and Operations’ schemes and manipulations of them as a couple. He was their champion and now they both realised why that was so.

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Murtagh Fitzgibbons seemed to be in his own unique way the soul as well as the eyes and ears of Section One. No one could deny the powerful and endearing presence of his character in their hell hole. He was the one other operatives, and especially his little buddy Fergus Claudel turned to in times of trouble or melancholy. Section was not an easy work place with the constant eyes of Madeline and Operations forever overseeing their every move. Murtagh had been around the block and he was fun and irreverent, but given that he had been passing on information to Colum Mackenzie, meant that he was also the biggest risk taker in Section One. No doubt his clandestine activities in and around Section had been what had kept him entertained. The fact that he had also been keeping a watchful eye over him was the best news he had heard in a long while. All those years before his Sassenach had come into Section, he had been lost in torment, and now that he thought back on it, he realised that it was Murtagh who had refused to let him sink further into the darkness of despair in this place. The munitions expert had been like a father to him. He had been a role model, taught him weaponry skills as well as teaching him martial arts, which were finely honed in the dojo with the Master.

It was little wonder that his Sassenach also gravitated towards him. Murtagh loved his Claire as much as he did, and that for him was perfect given that she had lost her parents in the line of duty. No doubt Murtagh knew them as they too were Section operatives working undercover. Not only had he been keeping him in his orbit, but Murtagh loved Claire as if she too was a daughter. It was easy to see why their appreciation of one another was mutual. To his Sassenach, he was her father figure as well, and one she also loved very much. Murtagh was the man whom she could talk to about anything and everything while it was he, who gave her sage advice.

Murtagh Fitzgibbons may have perceived himself as a simple man, but he was anything but. He underplayed his quiet intelligence, especially evident in his shrewd assessment of Operations’ and Madeline’s sinister motives towards him and his partner Claire. His plans to find things in Section that were off limits were sometimes foolhardy, and it was these hairbrained schemes that he dragged Fergus into as his wingman. However, his most endearing quality was in his loyalty to those he loved, a case in point … his volunteering to rescue himself and Claire who were in trouble at the monastery. These were the things that endeared Murtagh to his Sassenach, and in retrospect to him as well. He had always admired the older operative and how he would go out on a limb to help. He now knew the truth of his actions in doing the things he did, often without the approval of his superiors which was just the way Murtagh liked it.

His godfather had done this for him on many occasions particularly in his clandestine keeping an eye on him making sure that he was kept safe without revealing who he really was. Murtagh had streets smarts and weaponry skills, obviously perfected in Vietnam which he put to good use in Section. Like any good undercover spy, he knew when to tell the truth, when to lie, and when to keep his mouth shut. One of his most engaging and defining traits was his straightforwardness. He called a spade a spade.

The older operative was savvy, his depth of wisdom and perception in recognizing that in order to protect him, he also needed to protect his woman. When he needed someone to help to reverse the Gelman process on his Sassenach, it was Murtagh who worked with him to smuggle the sensory chamber out of Section without detection. It was Murtagh that had volunteered to go on their rescue and retrieval mission when he had not been in the field for some years. He obviously knew that his presence was needed and he wanted firsthand knowledge of what had happened to them at the monastery. Murtagh had seen the torture tapes of Claire and there was no way that he was not going to be at the forefront to rescue the both of them. He loved them both. They were family and he would do whatever was in his power and bag of tricks to help save them.

Then when he’d been shot, Murtagh had threatened to carry him if he didn’t do what he was told, but the most poignant of all was the concern on his godfather’s face when he had collapsed after putting Claire on the gurney back at Section. No doubt the anxiety that had gone through his mind, as to if he would recover or not must have been harrowing for him. He knew that Murtagh was a steadfast ally but he always went that extra mile to keep a protective eye on him. He was a confidant for Claire a keeper of their secrets, but no doubt the first to know that he had fallen in love with the most vivacious woman, Claire Beauchamp who had finally saved him from himself. Much as he wanted to save Claire’s anxiety because of what happened to her at the monastery, he understood somehow that he was the only one who could do this and help his Sassenach recover from her trauma on their downtime.

Murtagh Fitzgibbons was a keen observer and from his position in Munitions he kept a canny eye over all the comings and goings in Section. He was a romantic, 60-year-old bandanna wearing hippie of bygone years. No doubt he had dabbled in free love, smoked pot and been anti establishment in his day. He had witnessed his growing attraction and love for his Claire probably before he even admitted it to himself. He kept that secret to himself yet he realised now that Murtagh couldn’t wipe the smile off his face whenever they were together. Then, just this morning when he had burst into their bedroom interrupting their intimacy, Murtagh had sheepishly enjoyed his gate crashing, evident by the laughter he and Claire could hear when the door was closed. Murtagh was always his trusted one who knew where he and Claire were, when off the grid, and how to contact them when others couldn’t. This had happened time and time again but only when they were really needed back in Section, such as their early recall back for the Rising Dragons’ mission from their downtime in Australia. He was a caring man who loved deeply his friend Fergus, and his paramour Bóinne Rivière who had given the old codger an extra spring in his step.

Murtagh was an expert in his field of munitions and he relied on the calibre of his equipment and gizmos to successfully function well in order to carry out the extraction of their targets without loss of life to his team members. Thus, his godfather had kept him safe all these years. In retrospect, Murtagh Fitzgibbons the old Silver Fox, was the substitute father who kept a protective eye over him clandestinely done out of love and loyalty to him and to his father Brian. No matter how emotionally involved with his Sassenach he became as their friendship developed, he judged her by her actions and words, same as he did anyone else.

There had always been a measure of trust and respect between them that had never changed. That was evident when Murtagh had again volunteered to go to Macau undercover to capture Karen Yee. They had worked together in the casino to capture her and he had ribbed them when he and Claire had arrived in the Mahogany Room after their little tryst in the elevator. That moment had really tickled his fancy. Teasing them had been worth it though and it was all in good jest. Again Murtagh had wanted to be where the action was but more importantly he wanted to make sure that Karen Yee or Alvin Tang would not be able to hurt the two people he loved the most and help them secure their captives.

James Fraser remembered it all. Now that he knew that Murtagh Fitzgibbons was his godfather, he vowed that this rambunctious man would be more personally involved in his and Claire’s life than from a distance in Section. Murtagh was family after all.

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“Are you listening to all of this Madeline?” Mr. Lambert asked looking over at Section’s Head Strategist whose demeanour appeared to be anywhere but present in the room.

However, Madeline was not. She was still thinking about what Colum Mackenzie had said about who was the mole passing intel onto him for his dossiers on her and Operations.She was still reeling in shock about Murtagh Fitzgibbons, to pay much attention to what Quentin Lambert had said. In her head Madeline could hear his voice but the words didn’t compute. It was like she had taken a step back and was observing his dialog in mute. He was mouthing the words but she was not hearing them, for the information about Murtagh Fitzgibbons had knocked her for a six. This older operative had managed to pull the wool over her eyes, and fool her and Operations with his clandestine sleuthing and egregious actions.

She realised that at the moment that Murtagh’s name was mentioned, that everything started to make sense with his actions towards Jamie and Claire as well. She and Operations had missed all the clues he had been sending out to the universe. Murtagh did many things behind their backs that was against orders and protocol, and he always knew more than he let on. His affection for Claire was never hidden and his loyalty to Jamie was obvious. He was very good at portraying the affable old munitions guy playing the part so convincingly. He was Section’s old-timer, and because of his demeanour, Murtagh Fitzgibbons had been the perfect foil for suspicion and for going under the radar undetected. With Fergus Claudel bumbling along beside him he was able to keep his ear to the ground and his eyes on the prize. He was well liked in Section and people confided in him thinking that because he had been around for so long, he was harmless. She and Operations had fallen into this trap as well. This fact was a huge mistake for them both and especially for her because as Head Strategist, that finger on the pulse was not as firm as it should have been.

However, the thing that riled her the most was that as Section One’s Psychologist as well, she should have known everything about the operatives in Section … but obviously she did not. This was a blow not only to her expertise in her perceptive skills but an enormous blow to her ego. Murtagh had undergone many profile examinations but never once had he given any indication of duplicity. He was a stalwart member of Section albeit a cranky old bugger, and his position as Munitions expert was well respected. It was he who was responsible for making sure that all of the equipment that was needed was in top condition, for if his weapons failed, so too did the missions.

It was her job to analyze data on each individual as well as put them through performance assessments determining their suitability to still carry out their designated duties. Her job was to have her finger on the pulse in all that happened in Section One on a daily basis. Surveillance of operatives was a key component of her analysis but in Murtagh Fitzgibbons case, he never once failed any of these tests. Given his longevity in Section One it was more his attitude rather than his physical prowess that was assessed. Dealing with the mind was where she was most interested, and with Murtagh he seemed such a larrikin that she never once realised that a keen mind lurked under his jovial persona.

As Section One’s psychologist, she knew how all their people thought felt and behaved. She tested how they reacted to anxiety and stress through in-depth evaluation processes to determine the mental health of their operatives. She needed to assess and diagnose any psychological problems and behavioral dysfunctions amongst field operatives and other Section personnel. It was crucial that all active and non-active operatives functioned at their optimum level. If they failed her Psych Analysis tests, they were placed in abeyance or placed on a suicide mission, for they could not cut the mustard in Section One.

These tests were conducted randomly from time to time, and never once did Murtagh fail to perform well. They needed the best operatives who could carry out their orders to the letter. Her study of their mindset and behaviours was imperative to keeping operatives on their toes, never knowing when an assessment would be carried out. Her evaluations studied their mental processes and behaviour by observing, interpreting, and recording how operatives related to their orders and ability to carry out said orders on missions. Intel gained through mission tapes was a crucial tool in eliminating the chaff from the wheat.

Despite these in-depth tests, Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser had fooled her and Operations. That thought made her cringe as to how she had been so negligent in her assessment of him. His quirky disposition was a great foil to them both and they never once suspected that their Munitions’ Expert could be an undercover mole in Section for such a long while without detection. Once again,they had underestimated a crucial operative, because they overestimated themselves. James Fraser was an expert in this and always one step ahead of them. Now it seemed that Murtagh Fitzgibbons as well as Colum Mackenzie had also been. Obviously, it must have been something in their Fraser and Mackenzie DNA.

His expertise was weaponry and gadgets for operatives to carry out their mission tasks. She should have realised then that within that hippy body lurked the mind of the perfect undercover agent. No doubt on Colum’s many visits to Section was when Murtagh passed on the information to him. Hiding in plain sight right under their noses seemed to be his mantra for clandestine espionage work. He would have been unnoticeable, but stayed visible in a setting that he was able to go undetected. He was always chatting to his buddy Fergus Claudel as well, so perhaps he roped him into passing on the intel as well in encrypted files or the like. Fergus was after all a genius in technology, so perhaps they were working in tandem again right under their noses and in sight from the Perch.

In assessing Murtagh’s expertise in going on the retrieval mission and again to Macau to capture Karen Yee, the munitions expert proved himself to be competent and skilled. His quick thinking in saving Jamie was commendable. However, it was his and Fergus Claudel’s actions in Section when Jamie and Claire were in Med Lab that were suspicious and questionable especially when she found them in a classified area without approval. However, when nothing was found with the breach and nothing was discovered missing from the classified files, there was no way she or Operations could prove that Murtagh himself had been in breach of Section protocol. There was only one time that she could pin point his devious character was when he had called a spade a spade and Dougal had accused him of maligning his integrity. Murtagh’s retort had been telling now in hindsight. “Oh no, that would require you to have some for me to insult.”

Now because of Murtagh’s subterfuge and Jamie, Claire and Letitia’s testimonies, there would be no escape from her crimes. She was perplexed how Murtagh Fitzgibbons could have flown under the radar for so long without detection, but then again, his antics were looked upon as pranks and nothing serious. Little did she or Operations know they had a traitor within their midst. This was an abject failure on her behalf when her mantra was … failure was not an option.

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Resting his eyes on Section’s Head Strategist once more, Mr. Lambert asked again a little louder this time, "Madeline? Are you listening to what Jamie has just said?"

Her mind was a blank for a moment as she had been lost in her musings about Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser. But it certainly all came back to her with a vengeance when he continued speaking. Mr. Lambert was not sure if Madeline was deliberately ignoring his questions, so he added more information for clarification and to jog her memory as she seemed to have tuned out.

“James Fraser mentioned yours and Operations’ ambivalence when he and Claire returned to Section after successfully reversing the Gelman procedure. What do you have to say about that?”

She remembered. She remembered everything about the Gelman process and their victorious return after the reversal. Raising her head, Madeline looked in his direction, so he continued.

“Are you at all squirming at what you put Claire Beauchamp through in administering the Gelman procedure? For what she had to endure to be detoxed from the program to return her feelings and free will? Have you anything at all to say in contrition for what you did to her?”

Madeline lowered her eyes. What could she possibly say that would in any way appease a furious uncle, let alone the Head of all the Sections? All she needed to hear was the punishment she would receive.

“This is not how Centre or Oversight views leadership Madeline, and it’s certainly not the leadership for Section One! What you have put these two operatives through over time is nothing less than shameful. It is a vindictive pay back to operatives who performed their duties to the utmost perfection. Yet you and Dougal saw fit to punish them in the cruelest of ways for your own warped enjoyment.” Stoically, Madeline evaded his statements in silence, then with an emotionless look on her face she finally replied. “Well, it seems that Colum Mackenzie has been busy with his dossiers and the testimony from Claire, Jamie and Letitia seems farcical in content as well. However, I'm not familiar with all the incidents that have been mentioned, but if you say so, what recourse do I have? You have decided that I am guilty and nothing will change that.”

“Yes, all we have heard have been an unfortunate collection of incidents,” was Quentin Lambert’s cynical response. “I would have expected better from you and of Operations but alas that was not to be. The dereliction of duty, your disregard for the leadership role in Section One and your devious mishandling of your operatives was abominable. To say Centre and Oversight is disappointed is an understatement.”

Madeline had to reply to Mr. Lambert’s declaration. “How dare you have the presumption to judge my contribution to this organization on such flimsy evidence?”

“It's not just only the procedures and manipulation of your operatives, in particular Claire Beauchamp and James Fraser, Madeline. It was yours and Dougal’s failure to run Section as it should have been. Section had a specific purpose, but you both used it as a way to gain personal power and domination. Your position as leaders was to lead, not to strengthen your supremacy. Not only that, but the relationship between you and Operations has concerned us for some time. Colum’s dossiers only highlighted that fact and brought the truth to the surface.” “I really don't need to hear what some ad hoc internal affairs Pooh-Bah thinks of my work. Get to the punch line Mr. Lambert!” “If you insist. There's no place for you or Dougal Mackenzie at Section One. Not now…. Not ever.”

Stunned into silence she glared at the Head of Centre. “That’s yours and Colum’s problem. You both never understood what we were trying to do at Section One!”

“Oh, we have heard exactly what you and Operations had planned for Section One Madeline and there is no denying the facts.”

“Facts can be interpreted many ways that would favour your assumptions and not ours. So, is that fair? You have only the word of the Head of Oversight whose contempt for Operations and I is well known. So, I am all ears for you to tell me what you have in mind for Dougal and I.” “Why don't you tell me instead Madeline? You’re a psychologist and strategist. You seem particularly good at reading people’s minds!” “Let me guess: you want to make a point. You want to make an example of us.” “Very good, you’re beginning to understand that I have but one choice. Yours and Operations’ downfall began when you realized that Claire Beauchamp and James Fraser were better than you were. So, you tried to kill Claire. When that didn't work, you tried to break them up. When that didn't work either, you tried to erase Claire’s memory of her partner Jamie. If you would have used half as much energy just trying to get along with them, maybe you wouldn't have ended up the way you did.” “What do you want me to say? I'll water my compassion so you can see it grow?” Ignoring Madeline’s tirade he said, “It is too late for that I’m afraid. You understand, in the end, this decision is mine and mine alone. You are both to be cancelled.”

Madeline's face was her answer. It was blank of any emotion at hearing the words she had expected the Head of Centre to say.

“You are going to be executed Madeline, and it isn’t going to be a pleasant death. It will be much the same fate that you inflicted on many cancelled terrorists. You’ll be taken to the White Room for a lesson in humility. There you will then be subjected to the Gelman procedure yourself. Finally, some of the torture techniques you have used over the years to make terrorists submit will be carried out. Once that has been sufficiently administered you will be taken to Containment to await your cancellation. Do you understand?”

With a steely determination, Madeline stood up from her chair to reply. “I understand perfectly well … But that’s not going to happen! I'll make my own decision regarding my fate Mr. Lambert!”

Section’s second in command would never let someone control her destiny as her answer to the Head of Centre attested. She did things on her own terms, so in utter defiance and deciding she'd rather design her own fate than let anyone dictate it to her, Madeline calmly pulled out a cyanide capsule from the locket around her neck and bit down on the tablet. Swallowing the poison pill, she let death embrace her.

Those gathered saw her actions, but it was Quentin Lambert who replied indifferently but also with a tinge of anger, “Well then! Rather than face her punishment, Madeline has decided her own fate.”

He then hit the intercom button on the table and ordered … “Housekeeping.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ to be continued Friday 26th July

#jamie and claire #jamieandclairefanfic #jamieandclairecrossover #the lallybroch library #outlander fanfic #sablelab #crossover outlander/lfn spies modernau #lfnoutlander #outlander fanfiction #covert operations

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asteria-argo · 2 months

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Fergus Claudel Fraser You Mean Everything To Me

#he's just a baby!!#i'm back on my outlander shit #expect a fic in the near future

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heronpoxed · 4 years

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Claire and Jamie with their first child...

But the writers seem to have forgotten that.

#look at this perfect family #i’d give anything to hear claire call fergus son again #WHY WOULD THE WRITERS IGNORE THAT #outlander #my edit #s2e5 #claire fraser #fergus claudel fraser #jamie fraser #fergus fraser #marsali fraser #claire x jamie #jamie x claire #fergus x marsali #marsali x fergus #outlander edit #fersali

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timetravelingfanfics · 4 years

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Just In Time

Written By: Tabitha (me)

Request: wasn’t requested .

Pairing: Fergus Fraser x Reader

Well, fuck.

Of course. Right when Fergus goes to help Jamie with something-

Damn him.

How was she to do this alone?

Well, she wasn’t alone but- she needed him there.

Hot sweat ran down her face and neck, damp hair covered her forehead, and nails digging into the hand of Brianna Fraser.

“Where is he?!” She panted, looking up at her friend worriedly.

“He’ll be here, don’t worry!”

She screamed out as she felt another pain in her abdomen, squeezing Bree’s hand tightly.

Claire Fraser walked in, and touched Y/n’s cheek, softly. “we have to start.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, “No! I-it can’t be!” She groaned out. “He needs to be here!”

“Y/n if we don’t deliver this baby now, there won’t be anything to be here for-“

Another groan. Y/n gave one last pleading look to Claire before letting her head fall back with a loud whine in defeat.

“I hate him. I hate him I hate him I hate-“

“You don’t hate him, breathe, Y/n” Bree wiped the hair from her forehead. “It’s gonna be oka-“

The loud door opening and footsteps running in interrupted the redheads sentence. A tall figure made its way next to the woman in labor and he blurted out bunches of apologies.

“And then Ian got lost so we had to-“ his words quieted down as his love put a hand on his cheek.

“You made it. That’s all that matters.” She croaked, giving him a light smile. Fergus smiled back, fondly. He placed his good hand softly on hers, looking down at her stomach, and back at her.

The moment was sweet. Too sweet for the baby’s liking.

Y/n let out a scream and Fergus knelt down to her, bringing her face in his chest. He shushed and consoled her, but his eyes wandered to Claire who had been preparing, she looked back at him and stared intently. Her quick nod was enough for him.

He gently pulled back to look into y/n’s eyes, “It’s time, mon amour.”

“I figured as much.”

“Milady, will take good care of you...and I’ll be here the whole time.”

“I know.” She looked up at him. “We’re gonna be parents.”

He laughed, softly, “We are.”

She hissed in pain and looked to Claire, “let’s get the show on the road.”

The birth went smoothly. Incredibly painful. But smoothly. Fergus was there the whole time, and Claire had been the best doctor. She felt safe.

And now, she watched as Fergus held his baby boy, rocking him to sleep. They both grew teary-eyed at the sight of their child.

Their child.

Fergus and Y/n’s.

Wow.

#fergus fraser x reader #fergus claudel fraser x reader #fergus claudel fraser #fergus fraser imagine #fergus fraser fanfic #fergus #fergus fraser #outlander imagine #outlander fandom #outlander x reader #outlander fanfic #outlander #jamie fraser #claire fraser #brianna fraser

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let-the-dream-begin · 4 years

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A Place to Belong: Chapter 13 Grave Robber

Chapter 12

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The crisp October air filled Claire’s lungs as she worked at her garden. Her little garden faery had been much too invested in her doll to join her outside this morning, which was probably for the best, seeing as it was perhaps the coldest day of the month so far. Fergus had left about half an hour ago to check his traps. Jenny was working beside her in the vegetable garden, and they were quietly chatting about this or that. Claire was vaguely aware of the dull ache in her lower back that would occasionally escalate to a sharp pinch, but she didn’t think much of it. Her entire body had been throbbing lately with one month to go in her pregnancy.

“Everything will freeze over soon, don’t you think?” Claire asked.

“Oh, aye,” Jenny said. “This’ll likely be the last of the turnips fer the year.”

Claire exhaled sharply through a particularly searing pain in her back, clutching it hastily. Jenny opened her mouth to say something in concern, when suddenly, the sound of hoofbeats started coming toward them, loud and urgent. Claire looked up from her work to see Fergus, flying on his horse faster than she’d ever seen him go. She watched him get closer, bewildered, not even knowing he could go that fast on horseback.

“Maman!” he called as he crossed beneath the archway. He stopped the horse and jumped off, breathless. “Redcoats, coming up the road.”

Jenny and Claire exchanged a panicked look.

“Ye must be hidden,” Jenny said, snatching Claire by the arm and pulling her inside. “Fergus, take a blanket from Kitty’s old cot and wrap potatoes in it.”

“Whatever for?” Claire asked, bewildered, as Fergus flew past them to do as he was told.

“I told them last time they were here that I was wi’ child.”

“You’re going to hold a bundle of potatoes and pretend it’s a baby?” Claire sputtered in disbelief as Jenny opened the priest hole.

“Dinna have a choice,” Jenny said. “I canna tell them I lost the child. If they come back after the bairn is born they’ll be suspicious.”

Fergus appeared with the lumpy bundle, and Jenny struggled frantically to arrange it well enough.

“Does it look like a bairn?” she said. Fergus and Claire exchanged a look.

“Perhaps another blanket, Milady,” Fergus said.

“Hurry!” Jenny cried. “Get inside now, Claire. Dinna make a sound.”

Claire descended the ladder and Jenny sealed up the hole above her. It was dark and damp. She could not see more than half a foot in front of her. She sat herself in the middle of the floor (struggling greatly due to the enormity of her size). “This would be easier if you really were a sack of potatoes,” Claire whispered wryly to her baby.

Fergus came back with another, thicker blanket. Jenny pulled him into the parlor, sat them both down on the sofa, and she wrapped the bundle in the new blanket. “That’s better, no?”

“Oui, Milady,”

“What’s happening, Mistress?” Mrs. Crook appeared.

“Redcoats coming. Keep the children in the nursery.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Mrs. Crook said dutifully, her voice slightly tinged with panic.

“Dinna say a word about yer mam or about Jamie. D’ye understand?” Jenny said firmly to Fergus.

“Yes, of course.”

“This is my bairn. If they ask about his size, he came early.”

“He?” Fergus said. “What if Maman has a girl? And they come back later and it has changed?”

“Oh, Father help us.” Jenny threw a look up. There was no time to contemplate, however, as the door burst open.

The sound of boots echoed through the house. Jenny began bouncing the little bundle, and she nudged Fergus. He took the hint and started cupping the “head,” smiling at it as if it were a real baby.

“Ah! There you are.”

Jenny and Fergus looked up from the bundle, Jenny still bouncing it, Fergus still caressing it. The same officer stood in the entrance to the parlor, flanked by the very same men that had burned their tartans and their books.

“Good morning to ye, officer,” Jenny said.

“I understand congratulations are in order?” He took a few steps into the room.

“Yes.” Jenny stood to prevent him from peering down into the blankets. She pressed the potatoes into her chest. “Born just five days ago.”

“What a joyful occasion.” His smile made her stomach turn. “Early, was it not?”

“Oh, aye, just a bit.” Jenny bounced decoy and smiled down at it. “Gave us quite a scare, did ye no’, mo chridhe?” She chose her words very carefully, deliberately not revealing a gender, her heart pounding in her ears.

“I dare say, it is quite a great deal quieter than it was during our last visit.” The officer gave a sweeping glance around the room. “Where is the rest of the household?”

“In the fields,” Jenny said. “Harvest season, ye ken.”

“Ah yes. The humble potato.”

Jenny’s heart leapt into her throat. Was he suspecting?

“Such a…hardy crop, is it not?”

“Indeed, sir.” Jenny bounced her own potatoes nervously.

The officer turned to his men. “Retrieve the man of the house.”

“Yes sir.”

“I’ll remain here with the bundle of joy.” He smiled again, slimy as ever.

Jenny’s breathing was becoming shallow. What did they want with Ian? How much longer would he believe that this still, lumpy bundle was anything more than a sack of potatoes? If he even believed it at all?”

“Care to have a seat?” Jenny said, gesturing with her head to one of the armchairs. “I could have the lad fetch ye a dram.”

The officer took the invitation to sit. “A drink would be fine.”

Fergus sprang up, but Jenny stopped him.

“Take the bairn to Mrs. Crook, will ye lad?” She carefully handed the bundle to Fergus. “Fetch the finest glass for our distinguished guest.” She turned to the officer with a smile. “And make sure Mrs. Crook holds the bairn close.” She gave Fergus a hard look, praying her meaning wasn’t lost on him: make sure Mrs. Crook holds the bairn close if they search the room so they willna see.

“Bairns need as much body heat as they can get when they come early,” she said, emphasizing as much as she could without raising the officer’s suspicions.

“Yes, Milady.” Fergus nodded deliberately.

He knows. Clever lad.

“Whatever is a French boy doing in your employ, Mistress Murray?” the officer said with a chuckle as Fergus went up the stairs.

“My husband employed him during a long stay in France and couldna bear to part wi’ him when it came time to leave. He’s like one of our own now. Very dear to us.”

“Charming.”

His dripping sarcasm was not lost on Jenny as she sat down on the sofa, smoothing her skirt uncomfortably.

“What can we help ye with today, Captain?”

“Where is the other woman?” he said suddenly, ignoring her question. “She was with you when you celebrated your being with child.” Jenny blanched for a moment. “Curly hair?”

“Oh, aye. She is my cousin,” Jenny said quickly. “She was visiting then, but she’s returned home since.”

“Cousin,” he said thoughtfully. “And would her home happen to be in England?”

“Beg pardon?” Jenny asked.

“Forgive me. Perhaps I was not clear.” He leaned forward in his seat. “This cousin of yours. Is she English?”

“Of course no’,” Jenny said, feigning confusion. “She’s my blood cousin, Scottish through and through.”

“I see.”

Fergus returned with the whisky and a glass. He poured it out and handed him the glass.

“Merci,” the officer said to him with deliberate condescension. Fergus’s eyes narrowed. He gave a mocking bow before joining Jenny on the sofa.

“You mean to tell me, Mistress Murray,” he continued after sipping the whisky. “That none in your family have ever…tainted your Scottish blood?”

Jenny could feel Fergus tense beside her, and it took everything in her not to tense up herself. “I’m afraid I dinna quite understand.”

“No one in your family married a sassenach, as you’d call it?” He took another sip of his whisky. “Your…brother, for example?”

Jenny swallowed thickly. “Oh, aye. A sassenach witch,” she said firmly. “Forgive me fer no’ saying it myself. He is a brother to me no longer. We dinna discuss traitors to the crown in this home.”

“A fine example, indeed.” He raised his glass to her before taking another sip. “I’m sure you know Red Jamie was killed in battle.” He raised an eyebrow from behind his glass.

Jenny’s heart stung, but she nodded curtly. “Makes no difference. He was dead to me the moment he joined that bloody cause.”

“Of course, of course,” he mused. “But his wife…this ‘sassenach witch’ as you say…do you know what’s become of her?”

“I always thought she was killed as well,” Jenny said dismissively, despite how saying it made her sick to her stomach. “Wished it, almost. Good riddance, ye ken.”

“Indeed,” he affirmed, nodding. “This uh…cousin of yours…no relation at all to the sassenach witch?”

“None at all,” Jenny said, feigning confusion once more. “She’s my blood cousin. No’ a drop of English blood.”

He opened his mouth to continue, but the back door opened and the stomping of boots started again, this time accompanied by the sound of wood dragging on the floor.

Ian’s leg.

Jenny’s throat went dry.

The officer put down the glass and stood. Jenny and Fergus stood as well. The three soldiers appeared, two of them each holding one of Ian’s arms, dragging him along.

“Ian Murray, sir,” one of the soldiers boomed. “Man of the house.”

“Ah, yes!” The officer beamed. “If it isn't the infamous Pegleg Grave Robber of Culloden Moor!”

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Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.

Claire’s heart leapt into her throat. She’d been listening as intently as possible, unable to hear very clearly until now.

How on Earth did they track Ian here? And why on Earth did it take them so long to decide to reprimand him for something that happened months ago?

“I’m sure I don’t know what yer talking about — ”

Ian’s voice was cut off by the sound of a blow, to the stomach most likely, based on the noise he made. Claire heard Jenny gasp.

“We want nothing to do with that bloody moor! Nor any Jacobites that were on it!” she heard Jenny cry out.

“Not even your darling brother? Was it not his body you were looking for?”

“I dinna have a brother any longer! Please, we are loyal subjects to the crown.”

“I have the word of a fellow soldier that he shot a man with a pegleg on the moor about three months ago.”

“Surely there are others — ”

“Others specifically having lost the right leg?”

A blinding pain suddenly surged through Claire, causing her to cry out softly, involuntarily. She immediately clamped her hand over her mouth. The shouting above her hadn’t stopped, thank God; they hadn’t heard her.

She began breathing heavily in panic.

It’s too soon…it’s too soon…

Another wave of pain came, and she clamped down on her hand, her teeth digging painfully into her flesh.

It’s too soon! It’s too soon!

“If he is indeed innocent, surely you wouldn’t mind if we took him in for questioning.”

“But the harvest!” A new voice. A young boy.

Fergus, don't you say another damn word.

“Milord is needed in the fields to finish the harvest!”

“Do they teach you to talk back to your superiors in France, then?”

The crisp sound of a hand on soft flesh sounded.

Claire bit down on her hand again, this time to stop herself from crying out to her son. Then another wave came. She clamped her other hand over her mouth as well, this time moans were audible, even through her hands. She pinched her nose in attempt to stop this as well.

God, please…not again…it’s too soon…

“The graveyard,” Ian’s voice panted. “There’s a grave wi’ his name, but it’s empty.”

No.

“We did it to honor him wi’out his body. If ye must, ye may unearth the grave. Why would we bury an empty casket if I’d taken his body from the moor?”

“To my recollection, you were shot before you could retrieve a body. This empty grave proves nothing.”

“Ask the mason in the village, and the carpenter. The date the stone and the casket was made will pre-date the night this other pegleg was on the moor. I swear it.”

Claire was trying to breathe evenly and yet quietly as possible, but she was interrupted by another contraction.

No. It can’t be that. It’s too soon.

She bit down on her hand, drawing blood now.

But what else could it be?

“Very well. We will question the mason and the carpenter of Broch Mordha. Until then, you’ll be taken into custody.”

The sound of Ian’s wooden leg dragging on the floor started again, along with the clomping of boots. Claire was seeing stars now, and whatever vision she had in the dark hole was becoming hazy.

“Oh…and we’ll be back to inspect this empty grave.” Even through the floor and walls, Claire could hear the slime in his voice. “We must be sure everything…lines up.”

“Connard!”

“Fergus, don’t!” Jenny cried. Claire prayed she was holding him back. “Hold yer whisht, lad. It’ll be alright.”

“You are the grave robbers!” Fergus spat. “You will go to hell!”

“Silence that frog at once!” the Captain barked. “Or I will drag him away as well, child or not.”

Claire could picture him, yanking against Jenny’s strong grip like a bull ready to charge. And then blinding white pain surged through her again, and she squeezed her hand over her mouth, her nose. Air was blocked from any entrance into her body, her throat burned with the need to cry out, her chest begged for air.

She felt consciousness slipping away from her.

Perhaps that would be for the best…

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Jenny watched from the porch as Ian disappeared in the cart, tears blurring her vision. She fiercely bit her lip as he vanished from her sight.

“I will kill them,” Fergus said bitterly.

“That’s enough,” Jenny said firmly. “If ye mouth off like that to them again ye may get Ian killed. No’ to mention yerself.”

Fergus sighed in frustration. “They will see Milord’s tartan when they return.”

“Aye. They will.”

“We must move it!”

“No, Fergus. They’ll know we’ve unearthed it ourselves and then they’ll know we’re hiding something.” Jenny sighed. “Best to let them find it and tell them we buried it before they came to take them away.”

“It is not fair!” Fergus exploded. “They take everything away!”

“I ken, lad…I ken.” Jenny wiped her eyes. “Best go check on yer mam.”

She put an arm around his shoulders and ushered him to the priest hole.

“Claire,” she called, opening it up. “D’ye need anything, sister?”

She didn’t answer.

“It is alright, Maman. They are gone for now.”

Still no answer.

“Claire?” Jenny descended the ladder, and her heart dropped. Even in the faint light she could see her limp form. “Claire!”

“What is wrong?”

“She’s fainted,” Jenny called up to him. “Claire?” Jenny gathered her into her arms. “Claire what’s happened?”

“What can I do?”

“A cold rag, she’s dripping wi’ sweat.”

Without another word, Fergus was off.

Claire uttered a pained groan, her eyes fluttering open.

“I’m here, sister.” Jenny clasped her hand. “Talk to me. Is it the bairn?”

“I’m…having contractions…” she panted, her eyes widening. “It’s too soon, Jenny…”

“I ken it is, but ye’ll be alright…” she assured her, despite the panic that was making itself known in the pit of her stomach.

“Here, Milady.” Fergus tossed the rag down the hole into Jenny’s hands.

“Fergus…?” Claire whimpered. “Is he alright?”

“He’s fine.” Jenny patted down Claire’s sweaty face. “Despite his being a damned fool, he’s just fine.”

Claire let out a short, breathy laugh. “How is…the potato baby?”

Jenny laughed at that. “Oh, he’s braw. Redcoats never knew any better.”

Claire smiled, breathing heavily.

“Is yer hand bleeding?” Jenny asked, bewildered.

“I bit down on it,” Claire said. “So I wouldn't scream.”

“Ye poor thing.” Jenny tutted in sympathy. “It’ll be alright now. When was the last one?”

“Before I fainted.”

Jenny nodded. “Let me take a look.”

She peered beneath Claire’s skirts, and Claire opened her legs to allow inspection.

“It doesna seem like anything has changed.”

“No bleeding?” Claire said desperately.

“None at all.”

“Thank God,” she breathed in relief.

“No more pains?” Jenny asked, looking up at Claire.

“No…not since you woke me.”

Jenny smiled with a relieved sigh. “False labor.”

Claire, too, gave an enormous sigh of relief. “Of course. Braxton Hicks contractions.”

Jenny cocked an eyebrow. “Is that what you fancy healers call it, then?”

Claire gave a soft chuckle. “I suppose you could say that.”

Jenny returned Claire’s skirts to their proper place.

“So…they took Ian?”

“Aye,” Jenny said distantly. “And they’ll be back to desecrate Jamie’s grave.”

Rage bubbled in Claire’s chest, tears of white hot anger gathered in her eyes.

“What more can they possibly take away from me?” Claire spat.

Jenny put a hand on her shoulder. “I ken, sister. It’ll turn my stomach to see them do it. Be grateful at least ye willna have to see it.”

“They’ll take his tartan,” Claire said flatly.

“Aye, they will.”

An angry sob left her lips and she pounded her fists into the stone floor. “Damn them! Bloody fucking bastards!”

“Aye, that they are,” Jenny said, tears spilling out of her own eyes. “It’s alright mo ghràidh…” She wrapped her arms around Claire’s shuddering frame. “They canna take him away from yer heart, ye ken?”

“I know…it’s just…”

“I ken, sister. I ken.”

“Maman, Milady! They are coming back!”

They pulled apart. “Will ye be alright?”

“Yes…I’m fine.” Claire sniffled and wiped her eyes. “As long as my little potato doesn’t cause any more trouble.” She caressed her stomach.

Jenny chuckled in spite of her anguish. “Alright. I’ll come back fer ye when they’ve gone again.”

Jenny climbed the ladder and sealed the priest hole up again. The Redcoats didn’t bother coming into the house this time, so Fergus and Jenny made their way to the graveyard. They watched from a distance as a small handful of Redcoats dug up the long undisturbed earth. Jenny kept her hands firmly on Fergus’s shoulders even as he struggled to break free, though she wondered if she’d be able to stop herself once they removed the casket itself.

Remove it they did, and they simply tossed the lid off and threw it aside. She could hear them laughing as they dumped the tartan out of the casket. Jenny’s blood boiled. Fergus jerked in her grip again, but she clamped down harder.

Even from the distance, Jenny could see the officer shake his head and light another match.

“No!” Fergus cried.

“It willna help, lad!” Jenny said firmly, wrapping her arms around him from behind now. “It willna help.”

The bastard deliberately looked at them, as far away as they were, as he dropped the match into the casket.

Jenny bit her lip as the casket and the tartan went up in flames. Claire’s words echoed over and over in her head:

“What more can they possibly take away from me?”

Fergus finally stopped fighting her, and he burst into tears in her arms. Jenny laid her cheek atop his curly head and wept silently into his hair.

Forgive me, a bhràthair…I tried to honor ye properly…I’m sorry…I tried…

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Do Fergus and Marsali ever learn what Claire, Bree & Roger are??

#Outlander #fergus claudel fraser #marsali fraser #Marsali mckimmie #claire fraser #brianna mackenzie #brianna fraser #brianna randall #roger mckenzie

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How ‘bout that early release of Episode 1 The Fiery Cross? Spoilers, shmoilers. Pfft… what’s a 75-hour Tumblr embargo* when you’re accustomed to a 25-hour one?

After much whining, Season 5 finally arrived chez moi. What did I think?

Cold Open: Gave me chills, despite having seen it during promo. Murtz. In a kilt. Walking across a grassy field. Wind blowing through his hair. Reassuring a bereaved child. What’s not to love?

Theme Song: Missed (Mrs. Bear McCreary) Raya Yarbrough’s solo, but the choral version is already growing on me.

Opening Credits: Quietly thrilled to see Producer Caitriona Balfe, Producer Sam Heughan, and look forward to seeing their influence mid-season forward. (Remember, they received the new gigs after S5 production was well underway.)

Wedding Preparation: Beautiful dress with so many details to highlight the Scottish heritage the bride only recently discovered. So many sweet moments between Claire and Brianna and between Jamie and Brianna. “Je suis prest.” Da, your daughter’s a Fraser.

The (New) Wedding: The Frasers of the Ridge are here! (Chills 2) Loved the callback to S1E7 The Wedding — Jamie and Brianna’s walk through the doorway into the sunlight. Thought the juxtapositions were poignant — A reluctant bride in a dark church, hesitatingly saying her vows. A joyous bride in the great outdoors, eagerly saying hers. A small group of men, a tavern hostess, a prostitute, and no family-of-the-bride as guests. A huge gathering of friends and tenants of all genders and ages, and the bride’s parents, son, brother, sister-in-law, nephew, niece, great-aunt… and great-godfather, who managed to catch a glimpse from afar, as guests.

Fraser-MacKenzie Kids: Germain and Jemmy and Joanie, oh my! And Fergus and Marsali’s privately celebrating Félicité “in utero” was a lovely moment. (For anyone confused about number of the babies, Lizzie looked after Jemmy during the wedding ceremony, while Marsali held Joanie on her knee.)

“Some Shakespeare, anyone?”: Really, Lord John? 🤦🏻‍♀️

L is for the way you look at me: If you’ve never had someone pick up a guitar and sing a love song just for you… well, let’s just say Murtz wasn’t the first man to steal my heart. Rik Rankin truly has a lovely singing voice, and I will dearly miss Roger’s when… well… you know. Sigh.

Favourite Line: “I’ve got more on my mind than kissin’ and what have you, Mr. Fraser, Sir.” (Josiah Beardsley) What have you… 😂

Jocasta Cameron: Snob? Sly? Slut? All of the above?

Black Jack The Sequel: What is it with these corrupt redcoats? Governor Tryon annoys me more with each scene.

Hair Tics: I’m confident me ol’ pal @saint-hildegard-of-bingen is unable to count the number of times I’ve referred to myself as a heretic while talking to her, something I never did prior to reading the Outlander series, particularly The Fiery Cross. 😎

The Kilt: Oh, the kilt! (Chills 3) And the callback to S2E9 Je Suis Prest with the song Moch Sa Mhadainn. Powerful Scottish stuff.

Lighting Of The Cross: (Chills 4) I loved it and I’m not sorry. Highland chieftains set fire to a cross to call their men to arms. Period. Jamie lit his cross 90-something years before someone bastardized the long-held Scottish tradition.

Stand By My Hand: (Chills 5) So. Many. Feels. Loved the callback to S1E4 The Gathering. Isaiah Morton’s** realizing Roger didn’t quite get Jamie’s invitation, and teaching by doing, made me smile. Jamie’s being impressed Roger didn’t need to “Repeat what I say” made me smile more. Jamie’s looking to Brianna for confirmation before accepting Roger’s pledge made me tear up. Marsali’s pride at Fergus’s pledging his fealty — and at her not having to prompt Jamie to recognize Fergus’s worth — released those tears. The rest of the men’s lining up to more Moch Sa Mhadainn sealed the deal. Favourite scene, hands down.

Ghoistidh: Jamie’s knowing he’ll abandon Tryon eventually to fight alongside Washington, conflicting with Murtagh’s need to lead the Regulators and antagonize Tryon now, breaks my heart. And don’t get me started on Jamie’s releasing Murtz from his decades-old vow. 😭

Forewarning: If Murtz dies as a Regulator, and if Jamie is directly involved in his death, I will be inconsolable… about losing TV-Murtagh. Real Life Murtagh™ is safe, at home with me.

Sadly Absent: Young Ian. I really missed Ian. And Rollo. (Which is more than I can say for Lizzie. She looked at Josiah Beardsley on the big house verandah the same way she looked at Young Ian on the Cape Fear boat.) Hurry home…

Reality Bites: Too clean? Too modern? Too fancy? Too funny. Three of the four main characters touched a rock and instantaneously travelled 200 years. One of them three stinkin’ times. Reality left the building at 37:41 of the first episode. (Well, Frank saw a ghost at 24:20, but who wants to talk about Frank?) Embrace the fiction…

Closing Credits: Reports of Ronald D. Moore’s executive-producer death have been greatly exaggerated. Like the author’s, we see his name in big, bold font immediately before and after the episode. **I recognized Isaiah Morton by John Quincy Myers’ “Come on, Morton, time waits for no man” during the drinking game (if you didn’t catch him there, Isaiah was the first man to pledge fealty to Jamie), but I can’t put faces to book-familiar names Murdina & Arch Bug, Margaret Chisholm, Duncan Innes, or Ronnie Sinclair. Could you? 🤔

Get your act together, Starz, and offer your app to the rest of the world. *On W Network in Canada I’m able to start watching Outlander 25 hours after Starz app users in the USA and Puerto Rico start watching it. Of course when you change your cable package without subscribing to W Network and discover your thinking it’s available for free preview in February is a mistake, 75 hours extends to 85 hours, minimum, what with having to wait till morning to call to subscribe. Blah blah blah. 🧀 🧀 🧀 to accompany the whine.

Note: If you choose to read my recap/review(s), and think, “Of course she’s all positive and happy about the show; she wouldn’t say shite if her mooth was full of it,” you’re sadly mistaken. Few things come more naturally to me than being negative and critical. I grew up in an environment where, if you have nothing nice to say, you make sure everyone can hear it. I wrestle with the ghost of that environment every time I open my mouth. I refuse to let it haunt my blog. #TV #Fiction #Fun

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#Outlander #Personal #Review #TFC #S5E1 The Fiery Cross #Claire Fraser #Jamie Fraser #Brianna MacKenzie #Roger MacKenzie #Fergus Claudel Fraser #Marsali Fraser #Jocasta Cameron #Ulysses #Too Much Of Frank #Murcasta shmurcasta 🙄 #Slut #190 #021820

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The Strength of a High and Noble Hill (Outlander Story) Timeline - Fraser Descendants

A/N: Is this needed? Maybe, maybe not but I find this kind of thing satisfying to look at.

Spoilers!!!!

Masterlist

Up to 1770

Brian Fraser (b. 1691 - d. October 1740) m. Ellen Catriona Sileas Mackenzie (b. 1695 - d. 1729) on 1716

William Simon Murtagh Mackenzie Fraser (b. 1716 - d. 1727)

Janet (Jenny) Flora Arabella Mackenzie Fraser is born (b. 1719 - ) m. Ian Murray (b. May 1720 - ) on 1740

James (Young Jamie) Alexander Gordon Fraser Murray (b. 1741 - ) m. Joan Murray

Henry Murray (b. before 1766 - )

Matthew Murray (b. before 1766 - )

Caroline Murray (b. before 1766 - )

Benjamin Murray (b. 1766 - )

Margaret (Maggie) Ellen Fraser Murray (b. November 1743 - ) m. Paul Lyle

Angus Walter Edwin Murray Lyle (b. before 1766)

Unnamed child (b. before 1766)

Anthony Brian Montgomery Lyle (b. between 1767 to 1770

Katherine (Kitty) Mary Fraser Murray (b. February 1745 - ) m. George (Geordie) Silvers

Josephine Silvers (b. before 1766 - )

Abigail Silvers (b. before 1766 - )

Michael Fraser Murray (b. 1748 - ) m. Lilliane (Lillie)

Unborn child (1766/67)

Janet Fraser Murray (b. 1748 - )

Caitlin Fraser Murray (b&d. December 1749)

Ian (Young Ian) James Fitzgibbons Fraser Murray (b. 15 November 1752 - ) m. Wakyo'teyehsnonhsa (Emily) on 1770

James (Jamie) Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser (b. 1 May 1721 - ) m1. Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp (b. 20 October 1918 - ) on November 1743; m2. Laoghaire MacKenzie MacKimmie Fraser Murray (b. 1726 - ) on 1765 to ann. 1766

Fergus Claudel Fraser (b. 1735 - ) m. Marsali Jane MacKimmie (b. 1751 - ) on Spring 1767

Germain Alexander Claudel Mackenzie Fraser (b. December 1767 - )

Joan Laoghaire Claire Fraser (b. September 1770 - )

Brian Ian Randall Fraser (b. 12 May 1744 / 1946 - )

Ellen Julia Randall Fraser (b. 23 November 1948 / 1746 - ) m. Roger Jeremiah Wakefield MacKenzie (b. 1941 - ) on October 1770

Jeremiah (Jem or Jemmy) Alexander Ian Fraser MacKenzie (b. May 1770 - )

William (Willie) Clarence Henry George Ransom (illegitimate son by Geneva Dunsany Ransom (b. 1739 - d. 9 January 1758; b. 9 January 1758 - )

Robert Brian Gordon Mackenzie Fraser (b&d. 1729)

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Single Chapter 29

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“Baby brother!” Bree is excited to meet Kyle. Jamie gently placed her on the bed.

“Now don’t jostle mama and the baby.”

Fergus stands by him, looking at the baby with a smile.

“Fergus, see baby?” His baby sister insists.

“He is handsome mílady. Congratulations mílord.”

“Our brother. Bree hold.”

“You must sit very still by mama.” She nods hugely. Claire carefully placed the baby in her arms. Jamie and Fergus step closer.

“Bree baby.” She announces.

“Brianna, Fergus, meet Kyle Henry Fraser.” Jamie proudly says.

“Fergus hold.” Bree tries to hand the baby over. Claire takes him.

“You mustn’t just thrust him out so. Kyle is very wee.” Jamie says.

“Sorry daddy.”

“Fergus, would you like to hold him?”

“Thank you mílady,” He gently takes the baby up in his arms. “Bonjour Kyle. I am Fergus. What a blessing you are. The first son.”

Claire and Jamie share a look.

“Fergus, he isn’t our first son. You are.” Jamie says.

Fergus looks up from the baby. “ Mílord?”

“You are Fergus Claudel Fraser, our first son. Kyle is our first born, but you are our first.”

The lad’s lips tremble as tears start to fall. Jamie takes Kyle and hands him back to his mama before drawing the lad into his arms. He weeps unashamedly. Watching them, his mama does the same. Bree looks between them before shrugging and resting against her mama, studying the baby, who closes his eyes in sleep.

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Covert Operations - Chapter 232

SYNOPSIS: Jamie and Claire arrive at the Perch where Mr Lambert, Colum Mackenzie and Letitia Chisholm are waiting for their arrival. Standing on the threshold, Jamie remembers the last time he had taken control of Section One, and how this time it would be different. Meanwhile Murtagh Fitzgibbons makes his way to see his buddy Fergus to get something off his chest. What will be the reaction to the new changing of the guard by those in Section?

I want to THANK all the lovely readers who have been engaged with this story. Thank you all so much for your support, for your feedback, for your likes and for reblogging each week. I am so very grateful that you found my story and have kept reading each week. THANK YOU all so much. 👋

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*This can also be read on AO3

CHAPTER 232

James Fraser and Claire Beauchamp ascended the stairs, then standing on the precipice of the entrance to the Perch, they waited for the order to enter the aerie. They stood together in solidarity knowing that once they stepped over the threshold, that the hand of Fate had been enacted, and that once initiated into their new roles as the leaders of Section One, a power beyond their human control would determine what happened in the future. It was Fate that had brought them together, it would be Fate that would be their guiding light and predetermine the course of events in how a new Section evolved. They did not know what the hand of Fate had in store for them, but they believed that from this moment on they would make the right decisions to make Section One the bastion of a society where innocents were protected, as well as a world free from the threat of terrorism.

Under Madeline and Operations’ direction, Section was a heartless environment where operatives had to live their lives in such a soulless, harrowing place. Their operatives knew that failure was not an option and that their life was treated as an expendable commodity. The original goals of Section’s manifesto that Letitia Chisholm had envisaged would be the same, but how they went about fulfilling its duties would be completely different from the past leaders. Thankfully Jamie and Claire had each other, plus some light-heartedness from their friends Murtagh Fitzgibbons and Fergus Claudel when situations may appear to be over stretched. It was their support that had always kept them sane in adversity. Without that friendship, they may have lost what compassion they may have had, given all they’d endured under their past leaders. They were each other’s champion, and coupled with the hierarchy support from Centre and Oversight, the future looked bright with new beginnings, a fresh start with clear principles and ethics.

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Standing on the threshold Jamie couldn’t help but remember the last time he had taken control of Section One.

When he had been in charge he’d been tested by not only Operations and Madeline, but also by his uncle to see if he had what it took to take over control permanently. On that occasion he had been tested by absolutely everyone and everything. He’d gone head-to-head with all the heavyweights of Section including Colum, Madeline, Operations and even his Claire, all the while taking enormous risks to achieve the seemingly impossible. As the danger from all sides increased, he didn’t know if he would succeed when it seemed that everyone was against him. But he knew his own strengths and capabilities, and in the long run he had triumphed but at a cost to he and his Sassenach. The sting in the tail was that it had made things for he and Claire all the more perilous, and Madeline and Operations had pounced on his weakness … his Claire.

When Operations handed him temporary command of Section, he had managed to pull off the impossible mission thus showing just how he always thought strategically, and always remained alert for any opportunity to be proactive. He knew that if he succeeded, he would have sufficiently impressed the Head of Oversight and indeed Centre. If he had been given full control of Section One over Operations, then he would have been able to protect Claire from him and Madeline and they could no longer endanger her life. In addition to running Section at that time and, orchestrating the Bergomi mission, he had to counter internal sabotage from Madeline. He also couldn’t really tell Claire of his ulterior motives to keep her safe, for she didn’t want him to show favouritism towards her. He valued her life above all else, including considerations of fairness, morality, and Section protocol.

“I don’t want special treatment.” She had told him and in reply he’d said, “Would you prefer to be dead?”

He knew there was much at stake and it was a fine line he was treading but he was doing it for her …. for the love of his life.

Admiration for his strategies soared with each challenge he faced using superior strategic intelligence and steely determination, and along with his partner’s superb field tactics in capturing the elusive terrorist Operations had told him not to undertake, only became a weapon to use when Operations returned to Section earlier than expected. Obviously, he’d got wind of what was happening in his absence from Madeline and that he was showing up their incompetence in achieving their own end game with this enemy. Unfortunately, this only put a bigger target on his and Claire’s backs because of the success they achieved overcoming impossible odds.

He'd been in a difficult situation seemingly juggling several balls in the air. Being the Head of Section if only temporary at the time meant a lot more to him than just having power. It also meant that he had the ability to protect those he cared about, and at the time the machinations of Madeline and Operations about his and Claire’s relationship had been ramped up. Being in control meant he could keep her safe. Success of the mission also meant saved lives. Showing up their leaders’ ineptitude only compounded the fact that their jeopardy was now greater than ever before, as Operations and Madeline realized that he had the potential to be a real threat to their power. By taking control of Section, he’d shown himself to be more than qualified for the position. Thus, to prevent any takeover by him they had used his weakness for Claire’s safety as the catalyst to keep them and particularly him under control. Dougal and Madeline took drastic steps to keep the two of them apart stopping at nothing to keep their best operative under the thumb with whatever it took, for by eliminating Claire Beauchamp from the picture, then they would have had total control of him.

Oversight and Centre too no doubt, knew of his potential when he had taken control of Section for those few days, but now he and Claire were in the position to set in motion the way they would conduct the business of running Section and still keep their operatives safe. On that occasion he had well and truly demonstrated his ability to handle the reins of power, so from hence forth he would continue to show that potential for successful leadership with his Sassenach by his side.

Squeezing Claire’s hand and giving his love one last look of we can do this together, Jamie announced, “Ye wanted to see us Mr Lambert, sir?”

Realising that James Fraser and his niece had arrived, the Head of Centre looked towards the door and replied, “Yes. Come in.”

Meanwhile Murtagh makes his way to see Fergus …

Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser had left Jamie’s Office soon after his godson and Claire had also departed. He had a spring in his step as he hastily made his way to Systems where his buddy Fergus Claudel, would have been privy to the vibe in the Common Area of the anticipation that the operatives must be feeling as to what was about to go down in the Perch. No doubt they had seen the confident appearance of Section’s consummate operative and his partner as they traversed through the hub of Section on their way to where the Head of Centre, Oversight and the original founder of Section One, Letitia Chisholm were waiting.

Over the years he had been in this place, there had been just two leaders of Section … Letitia and Operations … and Murtagh had experienced both of their reigns. One had legitimately started Section, the other had usurped her and taken control by force and coercion. The manner in which they ran this organisation were in complete contrast to one another. Under Letitia, Section operatives were spies and various other members of the intelligence community recruited against their will only if absolutely necessary. However, it was Operations who came up with the idea of recruiting violent criminals. These “expendable” people in his eyes, became blank slates upon which he could impose his Section will by allowing him to take advantage of his ruthlessness for them to carry out increasingly dangerous missions. In so doing this would allow him to build a political powerbase without any threat. Thus, those under the rule of Dougal Mackenzie and Madeline Sand had been subjected to draconian methods of control. Due to his ruthless way of running Section, Operations had proven to be a colossal failure with morale and unit cohesion had plunged to an all-time low. His statements to the Head of Oversight, and no doubt to the Head of Centre, were often self-serving, manipulative and an outright lie.

However, this time there would be a new regime, one that would balance the scales and return Section to the ideals that it had been founded on … integrity, honour, scruples and ethos. Third time was a charm, and with the inauguration of his godson, and Claire Beauchamp as the new leaders, Section would forge a successful new path into the future. Jamie and Claire had developed into the people to transform Section One back to what it was originally … an organization where trusted comrades worked together to stop terrorist acts and protect not only the West but all innocents around the globe. They would also put their own individualistic stamp on the way Section would evolve.

This organisation had not been a happy work environment under Madeline and Operations’ rule, and keeping his head down and saying little had kept him out of trouble, except for those times he’d wilfully bucked the system out of boredom, never meaning to get his pal into trouble with his hairbrained schemes. However, the thrill of excitement had been totally worth it. Had it not been for his lady love Bóinne, Fergus, his Sugar and his godson, Section would have been a very bleak place indeed. Ensconced in his work area, Murtagh Fitzgibbons had kept his ear to the ground and his finger on the pulse of the comings and goings on in Section and this had helped him to manoeuvre without detection by the powers that be. As munitions expert he did his job and was crucial in keeping operatives as safe as he could with his weaponry and ingenious inventions.

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Having set the record straight with his godson, Murtagh Fitzgibbons still needed to talk to his friend Fergus about his relationship with James Fraser. His buddy needed to know that he had been keeping some truths from him, not intentionally but out of expediency and to protect his godson from further retribution from his uncle Dougal Mackenzie. Perhaps now was the time for the truth given that Jamie and Claire were to be the new leaders. Being truthful would make for a clean slate for this new beginning.

As he walked closer to Fergus Claudel’s station, Murtagh could see that his pal was sitting back in his chair devouring his favourite Oreo cookies which he did when he was nervous or when he was watching some major occurrence unfold. Obviously having been witness to the traffic through the Common Area today, Fergus was enthralled by the latter. So, seeing that he was alone, it was the perfect moment to tell him all that he had been hiding from him.

“Hey Fergus … watcha doing there, amigo?”

Hearing his friend’s voice, he turned towards him and replied, “Just watching Murtagh … Did you know that three times Jamie and Claire have passed through here, and three times the operatives have had different reactions.”

“How so?”

“Well … the first time they arrived this morning for the meeting in the Committee Room, there was trepidation on their faces, then when the inquisition was over, the mood had changed considerably. It was one of inquisitiveness and wondering what was happening. Just now when Jamie and Claire walked towards the Perch, there was an air of anticipation that something huge was going to happen.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes! … It’s been riveting Murtagh. I’ve munched through two packets of my Oreos already, and if I had some popcorn, I would have devoured that as well.”

Murtagh Fitzgibbons then looked up at the glass windows of the Perch and could see that Jamie and Claire had just entered and were talking to Mr Lambert.

“I guess they are inquisitive as the Head of Centre, Colum Mackenzie and Letitia Chisholm are all still here.”

“Yeah … that’s awesome too. It’s never happened before. It must mean something Murtagh. Don’t ya think?”

He nodded. “It appears that we will witness history today my friend.”

“That’s what I think too. Here, would you like an Oreo cookie?” he asked holding out the box towards his friend, “I’ve nearly eaten another whole packet.”

“No thanks buddy … but I do have something I need to tell you Fergus.”

“Sure … What is it?” he asked still keeping his eyes on what was happening in the Perch.

“It’s something about my relationship with Jamie.”

“Oh?” Fergus replied casting a puzzling look at his friend wondering what he could possibly say that he didn’t already know about that friendship.

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Murtagh Fitzgibbons swallowed and took a deep breath before saying, “I have been keeping this information to myself for some time, in fact ever since Jamie came into Section, but I know that the time is right now to let you in on my secret.”

Turning to really look at his friend this time, Fergus was a little perplexed at hearing the serious tone in Murtagh’s voice. “A secret? …What is it?”

“James Fraser is my godson. I have been covertly keeping a watchful eye over him since his recruitment into Section, unbeknownst to him as well. I made a promise to his mother and father that if our paths crossed, I would keep him safe.”

Fergus listened intently to what he had said as many thoughts about his statements flashed through his mind. “You trained Jamie? Didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“So, you knew who he was all along, but in your own way kept a watchful eye out for him.”

“I did.”

However, the thing that confused Fergus was something that happened just recently which had scared the bejesus out of him with all that had happened on their little expedition to the classified area of Section.

“So, if you knew Jamie was your godson, why didn’t you say anything especially when we discovered his DNA while he was in Med Lab recovering? That was a shock as it proved his relationship with Dougal and Colum Mackenzie.”

“Ah! … Yes! … That!” Murtagh replied cagily remembering all the trouble that little adventure had led to for the two of them. “I needed to remain silent, for if Operations had found out what we knew, then we both would have been cancelled Fergus, Jamie as well no doubt. Operations and Madeline couldn’t let that classified information be known. It would have ramifications for them if the Head of Oversight had known about the way they had treated their nephew Jamie.”

Fergus berated him, remembering all that they had gone through to get that classified intel on James Fraser. “So that exercise that nearly got us killed, that caused a breach in Section, and then all we had to go through with the interrogation in the White Room … was all for shits and giggles?”

Murtagh Fitzgibbons took a breath before answering, not knowing how Fergus would take his answer. “At the time … I didn’t know it would turn out that way … but in reflection it was pretty funny … don’t you think?” he asked hoping that his friend would see the humour in their little escapade. “You’re not angry with me? Are you, amigo?”

Fergus Claudel looked at his best friend and saw the contrition on his face and the hope that he had not burnt any bridges with their friendship.

“I should be … but no … I’m not angry with you Murtagh. I was a willing participant in our little adventures and one thing I will admit … it got me out of my comfort zone and certainly gave me more confidence.”

“Oh, yeah … I remember you standing up to Madeline and Abernathy too. I was so proud of you little buddy.”

Fergus couldn’t help but chuckle at this recollection. “All is forgiven. In fact, I think it is remarkable the lengths you went to, to fulfill that promise to the Frasers to keep a watchful eye over their son.”

“I did so want to tell you, but the time was never right to do so,” he replied apologetically.

“We have much to look forward to now Murtagh. James Fraser and Claire are to be our new leaders of Section. That scenario may never have happened, if indeed Operations and Madeline had found out about your subterfuge.”

“That’s for sure amigo … So, I wonder what’s happening in the Perch now that Jamie and Claire have arrived?”

At the same time, they both looked up at the large glass windows towards the observation deck that doubled as the Head of Section’s office. Operations was often seen working in there, but it would now become Jamie’s new office. They closely observed what was going on inside the sanctuary of the Perch as Jamie and Claire moved further into the centre of the aerie.

“Here Murtagh … I think you may need one of these cookies now.” Fergus announced holding out the half-eaten packet of sweet biscuits towards him, “Let’s sit back and watch your godson receive the Chain of Command.”

Inside the Perch ...

James Fraser and Claire Beauchamp confidently entered the aerie only to see the smiling faces of their two uncles and Letitia Chisholm. This was to be a moment of solemn investiture, importance and significance for them. This would be no trial run; this was the real thing now. He was to be the new Operations, and his Sassenach … where she rightly should be … by his side. Together they had weathered the trials and tribulations of life in Section, and it was only fitting that together they would stand side by side in this venture as well.

Taking a quick look around the place that would be his new command centre, Jamie glanced towards the wide expanse of glass window running the length of the Perch. From this vantage point he was able to look down over the entire main floor of Section where operatives worked tirelessly on various projects and missions. Although this space was to be his new workstation, Jamie was undecided if he would use it on a permanent basis. He didn’t want to give the operatives below the impression that he was spying on them, or didn’t trust them to do their duties like Operations had done before, so he decided that he may still work in his old office for more quiet reflection on occasion.

As he looked down on the Common Area, Jamie couldn’t help but notice the faces of those Section operatives who seemed to be frozen in time, standing there looking up with such expectant, eager and hopeful faces that he couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride run through his body. These were the people who he would vow to keep as safe as possible, for they would be putting their faith in him and Claire to change Section for the better. These were supportive people who would carry out their duties without the fear they had experienced before. He then happened to cast his eyes towards Systems and saw his godfather Murtagh Fitzgibbons with a huge beaming grin on his face. He was sitting next to Fergus Claudel, along with Bóinne Rivière, and Marsali MacKimmie who had just joined them there and who too were smiling up towards the Perch.

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Quentin Lambert gestured for James Fraser and his niece, to move forward into the middle of the Perch so as to give those operatives below a perfect view of what was about to take place. As they did so, the Head of Oversight and Letitia Chisholm stood up to observe the proceedings for the formal change of command.

Colum Mackenzie looked at his nephew remembering trying to imagine how Section would be with Jamie in charge, and Claire Beauchamp as his second-in-command.

However, this man had proved without a shadow of a doubt that he did indeed have the proficiencies to be the leader. This penultimate operative was a natural born leader of men with the gift of easily discerning when it was best to negotiate and when it was time to go full throttle. His nephew was perceptive, intuitive, a brilliant tactician and a fearless role model to others. It was little wonder that those in his team looked up to him and more importantly survived on his missions. It was this trait that endeared him to the other operatives in Section One. Jamie had certainly proved this when he had orchestrated the capture of the elusive terrorist Bergomi, but it was his and Claire’s doggedness on the Rising Dragons’ missions that had sealed the deal. These two individuals had alliance of mind and heart, ensuring balance in the leadership that was distinctive in their characters.

Now Jamie was to be the new Operations and he had great faith in the fact that his nephew would prove to be an even greater leader than his Letitia was. James Fraser had been a hands-on leader. He was fiercely loyal and would protect those he loved at all costs, even if it meant making sacrifices for himself. He would bring these characteristics to this in Section under his rule. He knew that Dougal and Madeline had been keeping a watchful eye over this special, competent man who had single handedly been able to plan and carry out mission profiles despite obstacles thrown his way in order to prove him wrong. However, this leadership trait was innate in Jamie’s DNA and it was this that Madeline and his brother had feared the most.

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Letitia Chisholm had also been witness to the lengths that James Fraser had gone to, to protect his partner Claire Beauchamp. She knew that their partnership as leaders of Section would be strong and steadfast for that is how their relationship had grown and flourished. They were a committed couple and were committed to seeing that Section One would thrive under their leadership.

When it came to his Sassenach partner, Jamie was a zealous protector, and because of it, he was the main threat to Madeline and Dougal Mackenzie’s leadership. Their best operative had trained Claire taking her under his wing, guiding her in the ways of Section but had fallen under her spell without realising that he had indeed fallen in love with her. In order to try to control him, their leaders had chosen the very person he had feelings for … his partner, Claire Beauchamp. His ability to lead was evident from early on, so when the underling became the master, it was little wonder Madeline and Operations wanted to bring him down a peg or two. It had always been through Claire that they’d tried to do so. However, everything they had put this woman through in their warped efforts had failed because James Fraser was always one step ahead of them.

Jamie was not just a great leader, but he was a man of action. He was someone who actually followed through on any plan with doggedness and conviction. It was this that made him a great leader of his team. He also put his team first, and himself second, which was a true leader's trait. Over the Rising Dragon’s mission, he went to extreme lengths to protect his loved one. Thankfully, Jamie would always manage to get his partner out of the situation relatively unscathed. After all, Claire was his heart and he moved heaven and earth to rescue her and would have died with her if that had been their fate. The fact that he not only loved Claire so deeply and purely, but he also looked at their relationship as complete equals. It would be this that would see them rule Section with foresight and fairness, valuing the contributions of its members.

On the other hand, Madeline and Operations had made sure that there was danger always lurking around the corner, waiting to find them. It seemed that no matter what the couple tried to do to have a simpler, happier life together, trouble always found them and resulted in misfortune and turmoil. Yet, they had learned from these life lessons and these experiences would hold them in good stead. Jamie and Claire’s partnership as operatives and soon to be leaders of Section One, was now one for the ages and one that operatives would use as the benchmark for future pairings.

As Letitia stood beside the Head of Oversight, she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face knowing that Section One could not be in better hands than with this exceptional couple. Activating the communications button that would enable those below to hear the proceedings of taking command, Colum Mackenzie also looked on in pride as his nephew James Fraser and his partner Claire Beauchamp took the Oath of Office.

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“Congratulations Jamie. You have control of Section One,” Mr Lambert stated as he placed the Chain of Command around his neck, before shaking his hand. “You have full operational authority from this day forward.”

“I understand. I have command. Thank ye, sir.”

“And you Claire … It is my privilege to announce that you are now the second in command to the new Operations. You are very capable, and your strongest role lies in providing objective counsel to the person in charge … James Fraser.”

“I will … Thank you, sir.”

“Remember, with great power comes great responsibility. I’m sure you are well aware of this and will act with a duty of care to all in Section One. I don’t need to tell you both what commitments you are taking on, but I have great faith that you will carry out the role of leaders of Section with the same enthusiasm and competence that you have displayed in all your past endeavours.”

“We will, Mr Lambert.”

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This was the moment everyone had all been waiting for … the changing of the guard and of James Fraser and Claire Beauchamp’s inauguration as leaders of Section One.

A ripple of thunderous applause suddenly broke out from all below in the Common Area. The operatives who had been keenly watching the proceedings and listening to what was taking place in the Perch, all stood as one giving James Fraser and Claire Beauchamp a standing ovation. However, there were none more enthusiastic than a little group of four people in Systems. Jamie’s godfather, Murtagh Fitzgibbons gave a throaty holler out loud as he jumped for joy, Fergus Claudel dropped his cookies on the floor as he too stood up to applaud the new leaders, while the ladies just smiled at each other and spontaneously hugged one another in happiness. They all knew that this was indeed a momentous day … the beginning of a new regime in Section One.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~to be continued Friday 21st October

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