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asgardchrysalis2019-06-18 11:00 am
seventeenfortythree) wrote in asgardchrysalis2019-06-18 11:00 am
Fraser Introductions
Who: Jamie and Claire Fraser, Lord John Bae Grey
What: A confusing meeting!
When: 6/17 but since there are no calenderas, before a B.F.D. shows up!!
Where: Frigg
Rating: If anything, PG for language? Will update if needed.
[ The time since arriving here has been, in a phrase, emotional whiplash. He has more now than he had in eighteen years, and yet to know his daughter has been so violated and is in so much pain has been gutting. He wants his wife, wants to make up for nearly two decades, but she wants to protect and take care of Brianna. He does, too. Nothing should matter as much as both of them being on the same page regarding their daughter.
A part of Jamie that he can't quiet is simply trying to do as good a job being a father as the dead man who came before him. They're large shoes to fill, even for him.
The walk he takes with Claire as they try to be aware of what Brianna needs as far as alone time is a leisurely one around Frigg. All that's happened, all that he's been told, there hasn't been much time beyond whatever that gathering was to explore. So, the two of them are doing so now, arm and arm. He hasn't forgotten that John is in Asgard as well, but with apologies to his friend, Jamie's mind has been completely elsewhere.
Which doesn't stop him from smiling as he notices the familiar man in profile. Holding onto Claire's arm, Jamie guides her toward his friend and calls out. ]
I see ye've managed to find your footing.
[ As far as greetings go, it's one of informality because of their relationship. ]
Would ye mind breaking from your task to meet someone?
What: A confusing meeting!
When: 6/17 but since there are no calenderas, before a B.F.D. shows up!!
Where: Frigg
Rating: If anything, PG for language? Will update if needed.
[ The time since arriving here has been, in a phrase, emotional whiplash. He has more now than he had in eighteen years, and yet to know his daughter has been so violated and is in so much pain has been gutting. He wants his wife, wants to make up for nearly two decades, but she wants to protect and take care of Brianna. He does, too. Nothing should matter as much as both of them being on the same page regarding their daughter.
A part of Jamie that he can't quiet is simply trying to do as good a job being a father as the dead man who came before him. They're large shoes to fill, even for him.
The walk he takes with Claire as they try to be aware of what Brianna needs as far as alone time is a leisurely one around Frigg. All that's happened, all that he's been told, there hasn't been much time beyond whatever that gathering was to explore. So, the two of them are doing so now, arm and arm. He hasn't forgotten that John is in Asgard as well, but with apologies to his friend, Jamie's mind has been completely elsewhere.
Which doesn't stop him from smiling as he notices the familiar man in profile. Holding onto Claire's arm, Jamie guides her toward his friend and calls out. ]
I see ye've managed to find your footing.
[ As far as greetings go, it's one of informality because of their relationship. ]
Would ye mind breaking from your task to meet someone?
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Still. After he has found himself settled, he makes it a point to attempt to venture out and find the other man again. Where to find him is another matter entirely, though he seems to remember the other man mentioning Frigg, and so he supposes beginning there is as good a guess as any.
It would seem his guess has paid off, he thinks. Turning at the sound of the other man's voice calling him from down the street.
He turns to smile at the other man in greeting, his smile faltering for a moment as he realizes they are not alone, and instead the woman he had met on his first day is there as well. Mrs Randall, if he remembers correctly?
He glances between the pair of them as they approach.]
Jamie. [He calls out in greeting. Which should give some idea of how close he considers the pair of them to be, addressing the other man by name. He offers her a smile in turn, inclining his head to her in turn, before glancing back at the other man curiously.]
I had been looking for you, truth be told. Though I do believe your companion and I have met before now, if I am not mistaken...?
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We did. When we first arrived.
[Her hold tightens on Jamie's arm. Best if he does the introductions. The complications here are nothing compared to the unease she has leaving Bree on her own for too long, but she supposes this meeting needs to happen so that they're all on the same page.]
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Well then, may I formally introduce ye to my wife, Claire Fraser. Claire, this is Lord John Grey. The man who spared my life and gave me a chance at a new one.
[ It's clear Jamie holds John in high regard. ]
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[John's smile falters for a moment, as he glances back to Jamie and the full weight of his words hit him. His wife. Surely it can't be --... But now that he looks at her, actually looks, with her hair done up like that and dressed in different clothing as she is, he does recognize her as the same woman he had met in that clearing, all those years ago.
He flushes slightly, somewhat embarrassed just by the memory of their first meeting, struggling to piece everything he knows together with everything he sees before him. Jamie's wife had died, he had known the man to mourn her all those years, in Ardsmuir and at Helwater alike. For her to be here...?
He glances between the pair of them, a bit bewildered in his expression as he does, taking in her appearance once more -- good lord it is her -- before glancing to Jamie again.]
This is -- how remarkable...
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Hello for a third time, I suppose.
[They were never properly introduced when he was younger, and their first meeting here was nice, but things are different now. Now, they know that they have much more in common than just being parents.
Again, Claire looks to Jamie.
How strange it is to not know much about this friendship. Just another thing she missed over the years.]
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When I kent things would be bad just before Culloden, I sent her into hiding. I was sae fearful she could be killed, I gave her enough coin to buy passage to the Colonies and no' look back.
[ They haven't had time yet to discuss a good lie, but he's much better at it than Claire. His words come smoothly, and his face never changes from adoring when he looks at his wife. His reasons, at least, are all truth. But now, Jamie looks at his friend because he needs to know the rest. Lest he run into another Fraser unawares. ]
We have a daughter, John. 'Tis why Claire had to go. But now, in this place, by some miracle they've both been restored to me.
[ He doesn't know if they're ready to tell the truth at large, and Jamie's hand on the small of Claire's back presses lightly. It's her decision to tell her secret of time travel, and hers alone. He will not tell it for her. ]
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[John echoes. Boston. The pieces are all falling into place. Everything Jamie is telling him now. Everything they had spoken about before, himself and Claire. How odd it is, to have met each other without realizing who they were, to one another. Not that they really are anything, precisely. Save that they have one particular matter in common. One particular person, he should say.
He glances to Claire at the mention of a daughter, and the final pieces click.]
Brianna.
[Named after her first husband's father. His eyes pass between the pair of them again.] Each of you believing the other had died. And now...
[Now they have been returned to one another. It's terribly romantic. John can see how happy it makes his friend as well, for that matter. It almost makes up for the rock, settling itself in the pit of his stomach.
He blinks, catching up with the other man's words again, before he asks:] I'm sorry. They both have?
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She's here, with us. Resting, right now, but we're... very fortunate.
[Putting it lightly. Claire squeezes Jamie's arm again.]
You and I have more in common than we were led to believe, Lord John.
[You know, aside from the Englishness and being parents. They have Jamie, and apparently are both parents to one of his children.
The thought makes her smile falter.]
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To go from never believing I would see either of them to being pulled somewhere without knowing they were here.
[ It's honestly incredible to him and he hasn't stopped turning it over in his mind to be sure it's real. There is one thing he needs to know though. ]
Willie, is he...
[ The question is here, hanging, and he glances to Claire, then back at John. ]
'Tis alright. She knows.
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I'm sorry, my friend. I have searched the city countless times over, but I have found no sign of him. All signs point to the likelihood that he should remain back in England, with Isobel...
[So perhaps they have less in common than one might hope. They may both be in love with Jamie, but Claire has a rightful claim to his heart. And while they both might be parents to a child he had fathered, Claire's daughter is here in the city with them.
A happy family.
Lord John is putting on a brave face in front of the pair of them, but he can feel it as if a blow to the stomach. A door closing in his face. How very alone he is here. And how very unnecessary, for that matter.]
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It's to John she speaks.]
I'm sorry you're separated. [From your son, she almost finishes, but stops herself despite the thoughts bouncing around in her head. Blood or not, John loves his son. She sees it, just as Frank loved Bree.
She wonders what she would do and how she would feel if Willie was actually here. It's a thought she quickly brushes away because the boy isn't, and while Jamie has Bree, she knows he must ache for his son, too.
Christ. Do they need to tell Bree she has a half brother?
She glances to Jamie, rubbing his back, her own way of saying she's sorry to him, too.]
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'Tis likely safer for a wee lad to no' be here when we dinna ken anything about it yet. Or how dangerous it could be.
[ Moving on from Willie. ]
John and I are quite good at challenging one another at chess, Sassenach. We passed many conversations concentrated over a board.
[ Now, his attention (and a warm smile), turns to John. ]
We'll need to find a place to play. Perhaps there's a place to find a board and pieces.
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We will indeed. Though if desperate times come for desperate measures, we may need to improvise our own set. I am certain we will be able to manage either way.
[He turns to offer Claire his best smile as well.]
Your husband does me the courtesy of allowing me to win a game, here and there. Sometimes, I believe, out of pity, though I do try my best.
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The both of you will have to allow me to watch, sometime. I'm sure you give my husband a run for his money more than you think.
[Jamie will remember his chess matches in Paris bored her near to the point of falling asleep on her feet, so she's just making small talk. Or perhaps she might want to watch now, and see these two interact over a game of strategy.]
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[ Jamie says it easily as an arm pulls her closer, lips brushing her temple. He knows it's dull to watch a game she doesn't understand. ]
And he's a better player than he gives himself credit for.
[ Time for a change in subject. ]
Have ye settled in well, John? I'm still trying to make peace wi' the fact I dinna have to work for anythin' here, myself.
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He can be courteous as well.]
No, you never were much for the idle life, were you?
[He smiles again, before offering his reply.]
To be honest, I have not the faintest idea what to do with myself. Though that is not a particularly new state of affairs.
[He flicks his eyes between Jamie and Claire, wondering rather how much to say but then again. She does know about William.]
I had resigned my commission, you see. For Willie's sake, as much as my own. I couldn't very well look after the boy, or the farm for that matter, if they were to send me off to France or heaven forfend, back to Canada.