Y/N didn't mean to fall through time. One moment she was grieving on a quiet Highland trail, The next, she was in 1745 Scotland, on the edge of war and taken in by a Highlander carrying his own ghosts, she must learn to survive a world on the brink of collapse but the bond growing between them is dangerous-too tender for soldiers, too fragile for war. As fate closes in, choices must be made. A story of quiet strength, slow-burn longing, and the kind of love that finds you in the ruins. Disclaimer: I do not own Outlander or any of its characters. All rights to the original world and its characters belong to Diana Gabaldon. This is a non-profit fanfiction written purely for entertainment. The reader character and original scenes are my own creation.

Marty wasn't usually the popular one, sure he wasn't disliked but he didn't care about that kinda thing. Unless you call him chicken... (Y/N) was the same of sorts. She usually didn't care what people thought of her, she was smart and talented but people usually managed to get the best of her anyway. Best friends, together through thick and thin, maybe even more. [NOT PROOFREAD]