Outlander Reversed

Seven

The next afternoon, Jamie couldn’t help but be practically drunk on his own Happiness after getting back to what was technically his home. He was now a married man, the intricately-designed Golden band on his left ring finger proving it every Time he caught sight of it. Otherwise, he’d have been wondering if the whole Morn’d just been a Dream he’d wake up from eventually, and right when he least wanted to.

        A drive not quite twenty-five miles–which woulda taken at least two or three Days by horseback in 1742–had seen them safely to the Catholic church he and his now-wife’d decided on. Waiting in the parking lot of said establishment were a pair of their neighbors, who happened to be some of Summer’s closest friends. The other couple–Aidan and Ashley Purdy–lived roughly three miles away, if one went by the area’s Dirt roads, but just under two and a-half miles away as the Crow flies. More importantly that any of that, though, they were literally the only ones who knew the full Truth–that he technically wasn’t from this Time period.

        But even though they knew that–not to mention something Summer hadn’t even told her now-husband yet–they’d graciously agreed to be their witnesses. Without at least two partiesta witness the nuptials, not only would they not be religiously sound, they wouldn’t be legal. However, there was no one else they could ask for such a service, and all four of them knew it.

        Now that they were back at the house Jamie’d originally woken up in, he was able to relax and just be more himself. He didn’t have to hide that he was an eighteenth-Century man since it was just the four of them, and he was more than glad. That’d been almost as bad as having to borrow at least a dress shirt from the other man–which’d been a bit weird, considering he was used to weddings being far more formal events. It was Time to celebrate said wedding, now that he’d changed back into what he’d grown accustomed to wearing over the last few months.

        “Glad it’s finally over, huh?” Ashley–or Ash, as he usually preferred–chuckled.

        “Aye, it’s a bit of a relief,” he answered, nodding. “I’ve to thank ye again for letting me borrow that shirt.”

        “No, ya don’t, man,” the Darker-toned man laughed. “Friends help each other out whenever and however they can–and besides, that shirt was too big for me.”

        “Oh, aye?” Jamie chuckled, grinning even as he let his eyes roam over his seemingly too-skinny torso.

        “One of the guys from another band I tour with bought it for me,” he answered. “Idgit didn’t realize he grabbed the wrong one till I told him ya could fit three of me in it.”

        The ginger man cocked a brow, not quite sure what he meant by band he toured with.

        “Fuck, that’s right–ya dunno what I do for a living,” Ash said. “’Cuz it’s not just a lil bit of farming, to be honest.”

        “It’s not?” he queried, his brow still cocked.

        “How much’s Summer toldja about today’s Music and the bands that compose it?” the Darker, slightly shorter man countered.

        “Honestly, no much,” Jamie admitted. “She’s told me there’s a lot more styles Created by a lot more instruments than in 1742, but no much else.”

        “Well, she’s definitely not wrong on those points,” he told him. “There’s everything from the Music of your Time period–which we refer to as classical–to what we call country, rock ‘n’ roll, and all sortsa other shit.”

        “All Influenced by all sortsa different peoples, aye?” the ginger man asked.

        “Like ya wouldn’t believe,” Ash agreed, nodding. “Well, the easiest way to put it’s that I’ma member of a rock ‘n’ roll band–have been for a few Years now.”