Scottish Gold (An Outsiders Fic)

Chapter 48: Meet The Jamison Clan

Two-Bit's POV

Planes are very uncomfortable. I felt squished, and overwhelmed. I was not as lucky as Gracie to be small and able to curl up into a ball and use a big strong man such as myself as a pillow. I was envious of the little girl and I was not looking forward to the flight home.

We arrived at the gate, where a tall brunette man stood with two bouquets of flowers in his hands. He wore a green red and black flannel crossed over his chest with beaten, grass stained jeans.

"Da!" Vikki screamed, running full speed at the man and jumping into his arms. He caught her with ease.

"Vik!" He said, scooping her up in a hug and twirling her in the air.

"Papa!" Gracie yelled, letting go of my hand and stumbling over her groggy feet catching his leg. He set Vikki down, and picked up Gracie, tossing her into the air like she weighed nothing at all.

"Ye have gotten so big!" He said in his thick Scottish accent that caught me off guard, "yer another barra!"

"It's meh." Gracie giggled.

"Where's Ma?" Vikki asked.

"She's kip, we had a calf lest night, kin ye hawp that? She is aff tae be up a'night wi' it." His eyes grazed to us and said, "Clint told meh aboot ye lads. How was yer flight?"

"It was fine," Darry answered and shook his hand, "I really appreciate you letting us come to support your family."

"Of course! A mate of mah barra's is a mate o' mine." He smiled, reaching his strong hand out for Darry to shake his hand. They both smiled at each other before he turned to shake each of our hands.

Darry turned to us and said, "Clint gave us some money for a hotel. Maybe we can flag a cab." We all nodded in agreement with him as Mr. Jamison turned leading us all towards the baggage claim.

"Donnae talk mince," Mr. Jamison said, "yer stayin' with us. Save yer spondoolies. Besides, Maggie and Ah want tae get tae ken ye lads."

We all looked at him in slight confusion and Vikki giggled. I could tell she was already in better spirits now that she was home. "He says 'Nonsense' and tae 'save yer money'." She translated, "Now yer the odd ones."

"That would be great," Darry thanked.

"Ah donnae ken aboot ye, but Ah am peched. Let's get ye hame." He said, grabbing Vikki and Gracie's bags, and we all followed him to the car. We stacked our luggage in the back, and piled into the car. Vikki sat on Soda's lap, Gracie was on me, Johnny was on Dally, and Darry sat at the passenger seat with Pony curled up at his feet, and Steve was squished in the middle.

The world was dark as we got further and further out of the city. The only light was from the headlights of the car and the stars above. The darkness made it so I wasn't able to take in the beauty of Scotland that the girls took so much pride in.

The drive was about a half hour and eventually we approached a giant farm house, with a giant farm. I still couldn't see much, but I was sure their land went on for miles. Once Mr. Jamison had parked the car, we all clamored out, stretching out our limbs that became sore from how tightly packed we were, like sardines.

Mr. Jamison walked around to the trunk and he popped open the door and he handed each of us our bags in silence. Once our bags were out, he collected Vikki's and Gracie's into his arms before heading towards the front door. He jimmied the knob and it swung open with a slight creak.

Mr. Jamison had already set up little sleeping areas for us in the living room, made of blankets and pillows. The house was cold, and I could see the shadowed fireplace and my heart clenched at the thought of Cookie throwing chunks of wood in there to warm the house. Darry forced us to stay awake throughout the entire fourteen hour flight, so we were all exhausted. It was just a few minutes after we settled in that everyone dropped like a ton of bricks.