Scottish Gold (An Outsiders Fic)

Chapter 1: The Land of the Free

Vikki's POV

As I stepped out into the chilly midnight August air of Tulsa, Oklahoma, I smiled widely. I had my bag at my arm, and severe jet lag. This was my first time in America, "The land of the free and home of the brave" and I was so ready. I was ready to enjoy every last bit of culture that I could soak up from this place.

I spun, turning to look at my twin sister, who stumbled out of the plane's door, yawning with a sleeping Gracie in her arms. I smiled broadly at her and she flipped me off. That's Cookie for ya, she is not a morning person... or a middle of the night person. I've never seen her happy about much, I hoped that America would change that for her. That she would find some peace here.

We walked through the tunnel and found ourselves in another airport. The terminal had a coffee shop off to the side, a restroom straight ahead, and even a restaurant nearby. The terminal also housed lots of seating, and a line of people with signs of last names. A man in the line caught my eye, but he was not holding a sign. I looked back to make sure that Cookie did not drop Gracie, and when I turned back he was standing right in front of me, almost startling me. However, with my lack of sleep, nothing could phase me.

"Jamison sisters?" A man asked, smiling at us. He was stout, wore nice clothes that most Scots would only reserve for Sunday's, and had fluffy brown hair and thick eyebrows that framed his circular face. His skin was tanned from the Oklahoma sun, and olive colored eyes that almost matched the eyes of my family.

"Yeah, that'd be us." Cookie grumbled, readjusting Gracie in her arms so she could drop her bag at her feet.

"Howfur did ye ken?" I asked.

"Lucky guess." He joked. "Probably the only red heads I have ever seen in Oklahoma."

"Ah'm Vikki." I said offering my hand out to the man, "That there is Cookie, but she's a wee bit nahcerd. Dinnae mind her, she's always a wee bit on the pissed side. The bairn in her arms is Gracie, but she's takin' a kip."

The man looked at me in slight confusion and I waited for him to process what I had said. This isn't the first American I had ever met. I knew that I would have to talk slow for these guys to understand me, I mean us.

"Oh, I'm Clint. I'm gonna be your host father. Karen is at home asleep."

"Why?" Cookie asked, clearly not seeing the dark sky outside.

"It is past midnight here." He said, grabbing my hand and shaking it. "Let's get you lady's back to the house so you can get some sleep. I have no idea why they would send you over only a week before school. We have so much to get for you guys to get you started out here."

"School hasnae started back in the highlands yet. It has a couple mare weeks until it does. They probably assumed America was the same." I told him.

"Oh. That explains why you guys will be staying with us a bit into June." He told me. He gestured us to follow him as he offered to carry our bags and led us to the car.

"Ah ken that's probably why." I nodded. Getting into the car. He nodded back and once everyone was in the car, he pulled away from the curb. American music softly played from the radio and I leaned my head on the window, watching the scenery flash by until finally, I fell asleep.

The next few days were filled with rushing around and collecting our textbooks and other things for our first day of school. We had been sent over with more than enough coin by our Ma and Da, but Clint and Karen were adamant on buying us whatever we needed, so the three of us managed to save most of our coin.