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Here is the Prologue to my Outlander fanfiction. Tonight’s pairing is Black Jack Randall/OC. The following story may be TRIGGERING to some because of mentions of rape, incest, graphic sex and drug abuse. Viewer discretion is advised.
Chapter 21 – Unwanted Attention
Hope finally showed up in February.
Kendall stopped one of my punches.
I nearly died when he did. For months, I’d been praying for hope. And while it wasn’t great…it was…progress?
Hawkins brought me back down to earth.
“It’s dumb luck, nothing more, eh Kendall? See if he does it again.”
I ignored Hawkins. So did Kendall. Instead, we had a roommate bear hug to celebrate. Just the two of us. Until Hawkins shoved himself in the middle of it.
I was so happy, I didn’t even care about Agnes yelling after me from morning until night.
One morning, when the mist rolled in, I went back to Gerald’s cabin. I grabbed a box of pancake mix and some more spices.
When the mist rolled back it, I appeared in the cold cellar behind the kitchen.
I came out and walked to the stove.
“What the hell are ya doin’?” shrieked Agnes.
“Cooking,” I smiled.
I made pancakes. I can’t cook, but I can make pancakes, you know?
Agnes didn’t say anything. She watched, hypnotized by the flat pieces of dough.
“How do ya-”
I put a finger to my lips. “My secret,” I said, with a big grin on my face.
The pan sizzled, and I flipped the pancakes. Agnes jumped. The grease hissed.
Agnes whined, “I suppose yoo’ll be wantin’ ta serve that too the officers?”
I shook my head and handed her the plate of pancakes. “For you,” I said, smiling.
She backed away, shaking her head, “No, no, no, no, that ain’t proper. That’s for-”
“No, Agnes,” I shook my head, “This is for you. All of this is for you.”
I popped a huge slab of butter on them. Then, I drizzled the cakes with honey. We didn’t have maple syrup.
“Eat up,” I said, “Before it gets cold.”
Agnes’ hands were shaking. She sat down, her hand on her heart. Like she couldn’t take the strain.
I pushed the plate of pancakes into her lap. I gave her a fork.
“Eat up,” I said, “You’ve earned it.”
“I ain’t hungry,” she said. Then, her stomach growled.
“It’s all right,” I put my hands over hers, “I won’t tell anybody.”
She grasped the fork and stabbed in through one of them. She brought it up to her mouth and took a bite.
Her face lit up. Then, for the first time in forever, she smiled. Tears poured from her eyes.
“Whatever is the matter?”
Captain Yates walked down the stairs.
“Why have you not yet begun to serve our supper?”
He stopped. He glared at Agnes, sitting there.
“How dare you-”
He looked down at the plate. “What on earth is that?”
Agnes didn’t say anything, so I did. “Pancakes, Sir. Agnes made them. She was just testing one to make sure they turned out all right.”
The Captain relaxed. “You ladies look run off your feet.”
Agnes and I breathed.
“I shall have one of my men take the…pancakes out to us. In the meantime, pour yourselves a dram on me.”
He tossed a coin at Agnes and one more at me.
Agnes and me smiled and thanked him. He went away.
By nightfall, Yates was on cloud nine. “Those…pancakes did you call them, Agnes? What a wonderful invention. They were an absolute delight! You must make them again sometime!”
Agnes didn’t have a problem with taking all the credit for the pancakes. I didn’t care. At least she was happy, and she wasn’t causing me trouble anymore.
It couldn’t cause any harm, you know?
From then on, Yates was always coming down to the kitchen. He wanted to see what new things Agnes was trying to make.
That was a lot of pressure on Agnes. So, she started screaming at me again.
Bogus.
One night, Yates walked me back to my room. It was nice, you know? Someone to talk to.
Then, the next morning, Yates asked me to accompany him for a walk around the fort.
I did.
We had a nice conversation. He was so easy to talk to.
At the end, I remembered I was needed for dinner. I went to go, but Yates yanked me back and kissed my hand.
Weird.
Days later, I had a terrible dream. One of something I’d rather forget. You’d think enough time would erase the memory of an old French priest raping you as a child. You’d think God would be gracious enough to take that memory and throw it back into the pits of hell where it belongs.
My eyes opened. My body shook itself awake.
I hadn’t had a dream like that for almost a year.
Why now?
Beside me, in front, Kendall was still asleep.
He was worried about Randall, so I crawled into bed with him, both of us fully clothed and wrapped my arm around him.
“May I enquire as to nature of your dream?” a heavy voice whispered.
I bolted up and saw Randall sitting in our chair. He was writing something on a sheet of paper.
“Nope,” I said.
He laughed.
My face stayed straight.
“This disease of yours,” he started again, “Is that the primary reason for your refusal to lie with Private Kendall?”
“No, the primary reason is that I’m not a pervert. He’s old enough to be my son.”
I walked over to the door and opened it. “Please leave,” I said, trying to be polite.
“In time, alma mater, in time.”
“Why are you even here?” I snapped.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Once again, my mouth would get me into trouble. Hey me, you were supposed to be as uninteresting as possible, remember?
He raised an eyebrow. “I have been taking an inventory of your pack,” he breathed.
I must’ve looked worried because he smiled, teeth shining light a lightbulb. “Tell me, what does a reformed woman, such as yourself need with three blades of a very curious origin?”
I stayed quiet. He began to slowly fold the paper into a small square. Then, he tucked in into his pocket
“I will discover who and what you are Madam Jackson, make no mistake of that.”
“I already told you the truth,” I said.
“Yes,” he muttered, “Did you not…but, why?”
I blinked.
“To what end? For what purpose? Very seldom do people tell the truth, usually because they are either very stupid or…”
His eyes narrowed.
“Exceptionally wise.”
I didn’t say anything. “Please leave,” I said. I sounded like a braindead parrot repeating words over and over again without any emotion.
“You are most interesting, Madam.”
Oh, dear God, why?
“Most interesting.”
He left the room.
I woke Kendall up. “Get going,” I said, “Or the Captain will tear you a new one. Literally.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
I went down to the kitchen. “Madam Jackson,” a friendly voice called down, “Agnes, a word.”
I smiled. Captain Yates was a wonderful man. So kind, so friendly. Much better than Hawkins or my roommate.
Agnes went upstairs, leaving me and Yates alone in the kitchen.
“Andrea,” he said. He paused. “I am not the most well-spoken of men, but I wish to tell you something.”
He sounded so serious. What was up?
“Are you all right?” I asked.
He let out a small chuckle, “Yes, very well, thank you.” He shook his head slowly, “Always worrying after everyone. Never a thought about yourself.”
He took one step towards me.
“I wish to tell you that I find you a most courageous and wonderful woman.”
He couldn’t… No, I knew what I looked like. Besides, I was over thirty.
“Captain,” I coughed, “I don’t think-”
“Shh,” he said, putting his finger to my lips.
I tried to move, but he grabbed me. “Andrea,” he said, “I have come to love you, deeply.”
I laughed. I tried to talk my way out of this situation. “Captain,” I said, “You are very kind, but let’s be realistic for a second. You’re a man of good breeding and of a good family. I’m-”
“I do not care about that. I’ve had my fill of young, pretty things to last a lifetime.”
He was serious. He was absolutely serious.
“Andrea,” his hands started to shake, “I want to make an honest woman out of you. Please, say you’ll be my wife.”
“No,” I screamed.
That was the wrong thing to say to Yates. “You would refuse me?” he snarled. “How dare you!”
“You’re married!” I screamed. It was the only thing I could think of.
“Unfortunately, yes,” he whined. “But such a thing can be easily remedied-”
“My answer is no,” I barked. Suddenly, I didn’t care about being uninteresting.
He started to tear at my dress. I tried to run away, but he bent me over a table.
That was it. No more pretending.
I tackled him to the ground. I jumped up, grabbed a broom and beat the living daylights out of him. “You stupid man. Sleeping with me could’ve killed you. Do you know that?”
I ran upstairs and back to my room.
The next day, I was told to go see General Thomas.
When I saw Yates there, smirking, I knew what had happened.
The General sighed, bored out of his mind, “Considering your recent behaviour and mannerisms, specifically, attacking an Officer and your immediate better, you are expelled from the Fort. Your belongings will remain confiscated. I give you three hours to make your farewells.”
I didn’t say a word. I’d gotten what I’d wanted. But, something felt wrong.
I met Hawkins in the hallway. I pulled him to the side. “Get me one of my swords from my bag,” I whispered. “I’ve been exiled from the Fort.”
Hawkins glared, “Why?”
“I’m a woman alone, do I need a better explanation than that?”
Hawkins sighed. He knew I was right.
Within two hours, I had one of my swords. The one with painted crosses on its scabbard. I grabbed Hawkins’ neck tie.
“Oi!” he said. He stopped when he saw me reach under my skirt.
From down below, I saw both of them turn around.
I tied the sword to the inside of my thigh with the tie.
When I got up, I heard a knock on the door.
It was a very happy, over-the-moon, Captain Randall.
“I have come to say farewell, Madam Jackson,” he bent down slowly to kiss my hand. “I shall dearly miss your presence here.” He stared past me, at the other two, “As will we all, of that I am most certain.”
I walked over to Kendall. I gave him a hug and whispered, “My other swords are in his office. If he tries anything, cut him in two.
Kendall was scared to see me go, but Hawkins didn’t seem to care. Or, maybe he knew something I didn’t.
Randall escorted me down into the courtyard. The soldiers around us didn’t seem to care either. Good, that meant I wasn’t interesting enough for anybody to come after me.
I didn’t have my journal. I didn’t have one of my swords. And I was ticked off. But what could I do? Take it by force and draw attention to myself? To my skills?
That would’ve been stupid. So, I walked off the base.
Thankfully, Agnes let me keep the dress.