Erin McGuinness // An Outlander Fanfiction

Chapter Seven

Hi, lovelies! 

I'm so sorry! I actually thought I had published this Chapter last weekend but it's been sitting in my drafts all week! I haven't been sleeping properly lately, my head is probably just all fuddled at the moment! Anyway, here is Chapter 7... Enjoy!

I hope you are all well and safe,

Cami x

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I combed my hair, gazing out the window. I wore nothing but a long-sleeved, sheer white nightgown that gracefully touched the floor. After spending so much time below deck I don't think I could stand another minute in tight clothing. I was struggling coming to terms with the last few hours and to see Stephen again. After Liam had returned from war I didn't think that I would ever see him again. Let alone him hijacking my ship in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. 

I was just preparing my bed when I heard a bang from outside. My head snapped up towards my door, a chill coming over me. I pulled the pan out from under my sheets and placed it back near the fireplace. "Who is it?" I call out warily. 

As my Grandmother had passed a year ago, I now lived in her home alone with little knowledge to when my brother, Liam would return from war. 

"Look, I have a rifle and I could tell ye now, I ain't afraid to use it," I shout out, creeping into the small living quarters. I hear movement outside of the door, it unnerving me further. I pick up the rifle and swing the door open pointing it at the figure who looked as though they were just about to walk on in. 

The person looks up, eyes meeting my own. My mouth opens in shock. Liam. "Erin, what the feck are ye doing?" Liam cries out, backing away as he spots my rifle. I lower it in shock. "Yer a bloody full Liam! I nearly coulda shot ye!" I snap. Liam's eyes soften, a glint of humour in them. "Are ye no goinga give your big brother a hug?" He jokes, opening his arms. "Yer a bloody fool," I mumble, putting the rifle down safely before embracing him.

A few moments later we were sat at the small table near the stove, keeping cozy in the crisp air of a cool Irish Autumn night. "If I knew ye were to return the night I would of prepared ye a warm meal to fill yer stomach," I say apologetically, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders. "Oh, don't be silly. Ye wasn't to know. I've been eating stale bread, dinnae fash."

"I wouldna worry anyway, big man like yersel," I smirk.

"Hush child," Liam laughs. He looks around the small kitchen. "It's quiet without her isn't it?" He looks at me with sad eyes. I lower my head and nod. I barely looked around the place no more. It was hard being here, I'd be here more now that it's coming into winter. The thought shakes me to the core.

"Ye been o'right though aye?" Liam reaches for my hand. "Of course, ye know me Li. Always keeping busy." I force a smile to reassure him. I pull my hand away from his and anxiously clasp my own together. I watch as my fingers intertwine, let go, and intertwine once again. Where is Stephen? Is he home now too?

"Ah dinnae ken where he is."

My stomach drops. "What d' ye mean?" I ask, my mouth suddenly dry. I look up at him, my eyes sore from the tears threatening to spill from them. Liam looks down, taking a breath before speaking. "He betrayed the camp. I tried speaking to him multiple times, he changed. I don't-" Liam stammers, meeting my eyes, "I dinnae know who he is anymore, Erin."