Faith Unbroken, an Outlander Fanfiction

The Irish Spy

"Misses Campbell, why exactly did you kill this Iverson?" Hercules interrupted the conversation. Isaac almost choked on his mouthful of food while Ian downed his drink without hesitation. Ivy pressed her lips into a thin line. I gauged the room, thanking the God above that the children were eating separately.

"He was a shitty person." I rolled my eyes. I was leaned back in my chair, arms crossed over my chest. Ivy let out a few short breaths, signaling she was laughing. Hercules didn't seem to be satisfied by my answer so I leaned forward. I knew the story wouldn't settle well with Ivy or Isaac, but that was Hercules' problem to apologize for. I had nothing to lose anymore.

"He let his slaves be raped by the men with the whips. My husband helped Ivy and Isaac escape his tyranny. Then through some family grievances, I was kidnapped and sold to him. For two months, I was beaten by his men, I was a slave, and I was raped by Hugh Iverson. All while pregnant, mind you. Then, the day before I was rescued, Ivy's father, a young boy I loved dearly, and a few others tried to escape. Iverson ordered their deaths. So, I snuck in a killed him the night I was rescued." I explained. Ivy's jaw was slack by the time I finished my story. "Does that satisfy your need to figure me out?" I scoffed, taking a sip of my glass. Hercules only narrowed his eyes at me.

"And now you are on the run?" He questioned, leaning forward on the table. I let out a heavy breath, tossing the rest of my glass back.

"Why don't we talk about something else? Ian, how have your travels been?" Isaac interrupted, turning to Ian in his chair.

"They havena been well. I-" Ian started.

"Yes, that is why I'm on the run. I left my newborn and husband to run because I killed a waste of human life." My chair scrapped against the floor as I stood abruptly. I exited the little home, headed for the front porch where I found a chair. That is where I sat in the silence of the little town. Not far away was a cricket or two, chirping against the breeze, filling the emptiness. I twisted the ring on my finger gingerly, wishing to be anywhere but here.

The little town, village, whatever one would call this place, was quiet. There were minimal people who roamed the streets. It was truly remarkable what Ivy and Isaac had built. It was a community for everyone. Freed slaves, Native Americans, and everyone alike.

"I didn't mean to offend you, Miss Campbell." Hercules stood at the doorway to the home on my right.

"Don't worry. I'm not offended." I stated, not caring enough to look at him. Instead, I continued to study each piece of the village around. "I don't need the approval of an Irishman to continue on with my life."

"A sharp tongue." He chuckled. "I see why Ivy and Isaac like you."

"I speak my mind." I scoffed. "If you do not like it, leave."

"I like you." Hercules stated, finding a seat next to me.

"I don't much care." This man was starting to grate on my nerves. Hercules didn't seem to notice though. He stayed seated next to me, watching nature around us. Even the sound of his breathing annoyed me.

"So much for a peaceful evening." I muttered under my breath, standing to go back inside. Hercules' hand grasped my wrist as I passed him.

"I have something to ask you." He stated, tossing his head from the view in front of him to me.

"What?" I growled, snatching my hand from him.

"I need another spy to assist me." He responded.

"What makes you think I'd help you?"

"Because you don't like the British and you want the Sons of Liberty to prevail."

"Fine. What would you need me to do?"