A Wee Outlander FanFic

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I wrote this a year ago, but people want a new part. Sorry I never published this, and the chance that I finish it is slim to none. Sorry!

Chapter 3
  
   I had been at Fraser's Ridge for almost two months. Bonnie grew much in the time. Her and Jemmy had a sibling like bond because they were together so often. I had become a sister to Jemmy's mother as well. Brianna and I were very close. She knew much about my past, but I still had not told her about my running away or the father or Bonnie. In the time I had been away from her father, I detached myself from that short era of my life.  I had Fraser's ridge now and the loving family that came with it.  That was all I needed.
      One day everyone decided to visit Jamie's aunt, Jocasta MacKenzie at her plantation called River Run. Brianna and I stayed back because she didn't want the babies traveling, and she thought that I should not meet her due to my situation. "She wouldn't not understand Peggy, she almost forced me to get married while I was pregnant and Roger was with the Mohawks, even though we were handfast," she said.
    While everyone was away Brianna and I decided to have lunch in her and Rogers cabin. We sat at the table and placed our kids in our laps. We drank tea and had sandwiches and bonded over subtle conversation.
     Brianna looked at Bonnie and quickly glanced at little Jemmy. "What is it?" I asked.
     "It's dumb," she laughed.
     "What is it dear?"
      "Well it's just sometimes, I think our children could pass off as siblings. They look similar don't ya think?" I looked at both our babies. The idea had never passed through my mind, but she was not wrong, they did look similar.
     "Our Scottish genes our strong I suppose."
    "Yeah that must be it. You know, up until I was eighteen, I didn't know I was Scottish." Brianna said. I was astounded at the thought, her father was very much a Scot. She continued speaking which terminated my confusion. "Yeah after the rising of '45, my mama sailed to the colonies because she thought Da was dead. She...remarried and I thought my father was someone else." She became sad, "he passed away in a car accident a few years ago."
    I sipped my tea trying to find a definition for the word car in my vocabulary. I knew I had heard my mother say it before. "I'm sorry for your loss Bree, but what is a car?" I asked.
    "Oh I'm sorry...in Boston we call carriages, cars." I had been to Boston many times and had never heard the word used there, but there was no need prying. Plus I would remember what she was referring to eventually.
     "Life is so odd," I said, "one minute everything is how it's meant to be and then the next your world can completely change."
     Brianna was taken aback by the remark. I knew I had overstepped my boundaries. "Bree I am so sorry, I didn't mean to- it's fine. You are right Peggy," she cut me off.
     "It's just I never expected to find out my daddy wasn't really my dad. Especially after he died. I keep feeling bad, he had to look at me everyday and know that I was another man's child. I just wish I could talk to him."
    "He's still your dad Bree," I smiled, "You're lucky to have someone in your life that loved you even if you weren't related. Did he ever treat you wrong?" She shook her head. "Then it did not affect the way he loved you."
    She gave me a soft smile. "Peggy, you know I was raped?" She did not wait for an answer and continued, " Sometimes I feel that Roger is facing what my daddy had to face my entire life."
   "Because the rapist could be the father?" I asked. She said yes. "And Roger loves Jemmy like his own son?" She got up from the table, placed Jemmy in his crip and walked to the window.
   "Bree?" I said quietly. "Brianna it's not your fault!" She continued looking out the window. I put Bonnie down and walked to her. Placing myself beside her at the window.
    "How could I let it happen?" She whimpered. I placed an arm around her and she placed all her weight onto my side. "Don't cry Bree. Then I will cry and we cannot have that because we are better than the men who ruined our lives." My words took hold of me and all I could do was to sob following in my friend's footsteps. She wrapped her arms around me and we hugged each other tight.
    "I hate the opposite sex," she muttered once we were calm.
   "I do too Bree."
     "Can I ask about Bonnie's father? You never talk about him. What happened to him?"
    I did not want to talk about it, but I had to be as honest with her as she had been with me. She noticed my hesitation to answer however.
     "You don't have to tell me. I can see it's not something you can talk about." She hugged me again. "We're gonna figure this out, maybe you should have gone to River Run, then Aunt Jocasta could have got you a husband." We both giggled.

The next day Jamie and Claire's other adopted children came to Fraser's Ridge.
    "Hello Peggy, my name is Marsali, and this is my husband Fergus." Greeted the woman.
    "It is very nice to meet you both," I curtsied, " and who is this little one?"
    Fergus answered me, "This is my son Germain!" Fergus was very enthusiastic in a charming sort of way. He also seemed to be the romantic type, but that most likely  had to do with him being French.
    "He looks very much like you," I said to Fergus.
   "Aye I sure think so, but he always says that the lad looks like me." Replied Marsali.            Brianna sighed, "Fergus, Germain looks nothing like you. That baby is your twin."
  The conversation soon shifted.
   "Brianna," Fergus said while we all sat in the parlor of Claire and Jamie's cabin, " I found out some news from Murtugh that I need to tell Jamie, do you know when they'll be back."
    "Is it good or bad news?" Brianna asked worried.
    Marsali nudged Fergus evidently signifying that she had not wanted him to speak. "It is bad news, but it is nothing to worra about," she said, "Jamie just needs to know."
   I decided to cut in, "Well it must be important if it was the reason you came all the way here from Wilmington. Shouldn't you just tell Brianna?"
   "Yes," agreed Brianna, "Peggy is right. It must be urgent, I can handle whatever it is." She gave a slight laugh. The two other glanced at each other to decipher whether or not they should tell her.
    Suddenly Jemmy interrupted our conversation by crying. It was quite funny because whenever Jemmy would wake up from his sleep, Bonnie would soon wake up, but now Germain was also a part of the outbursts. We all stepped away from the parlor in order to calm our bairns.
    I picked up my little girl and rocked her until she was subdued. Even though she could not understand me, I would always talk to her.
   "Are you being fussy today?" I whispered. "Because that is not necessary Bonnie, you know I shall come running anytime I hear you cry, there is no need for a complete tantrum."
   "She thinks there is," appeared a voice behind me which caused me to jump. I was not expecting anyone to be able to hear me and I was quite embarrassed. "I'm sorryi didn't mean to scare you," said Fergus as he moved closer. "Marsali yelled at me to leave her alone, and I knew that if I went outside Brianna would force me to talk."
    "Oh, it is alright. I just feel silly when I talk to her. I know she does not understand, but it is just so fun to do it. I think it eases me more than her." Fergus smiled. "So what is it that you can not tell Bree?"
   Fergus sighed, "I do not think I can say. It is very bad. I should have never said anything, but I really need to tell milord."
   "Oh well, I guess I won't be able to get it out of you. Also, I apologize for cutting in earlier, it just seemed that Brianna was worried and I feel bad when she is in distress when she is so kind hearted."
    Fergus agreed, "C'est bonne. I understand that far too well, my acting out of line costed me a hand." I had not noticed it at first, but Fergus had a prosthetic left hand.
   "Oh goodness. What happened? Redcoat?"
   He laughed, "How did you know?"
    "Who else would be that brutal?" I laughed. Fergus' personality went well with mine. If he had not been married, I would have considered him to be a perfect suitor.
    We made our way down the stairs to find that Jamie, Claire, and Roger we're back home, with Lizzie the ladies maid (who I found out ran away to go back to Scotland, but had not succeeded in doing so.) Fergus walked hastily down the stair exclaiming, "Milord I need to talk to you! It's urgent!"
   "We just got here, what could be so urgent?" Jamie said lightheartedly.
   "I'll tell you outside milord, I'm afraid it's private business."
   "Fergus calm down," Claire stopped him, "we're all family here what is it."
   "I don't think I can say milady."
    "Fergus what is it!" Jamie shouted annoyed.
    "Just tell them," Marsali said quietly. She glimpsed at Brianna.
  Fergus sighed and said quietly, "Stephen Bonnet is alive." The room stood still. Brianna fell back and Roger had to catch her and Jemmy. Marsali swallowed nervously. Jamie's face turned red with anger. Claire's jaw locked. Lizzie let out a cry. Jemmy and Germain followed in her cries. The room was in awe, but no one more shocked than I.
   I was still standing on the stairs. "Stephen Bonnet?" I whimpered. I had figured out who Brianna's rapist was, but it was the same man I fell in love with.