He's A Man...and That's No Small Thing

Alright, All Right," I Said. "what If I Tell You A Story, Instead?" Highlanders Loved Stories, And Jamie Was No Exception. "oh, Aye, " He Said, Sounding Much Happier. "what Sort Of Story Is It?

This Was Nonsense, He Thought. The Need Of Her Was A Physical Thing, Like The Thirsty Of A Sailor Becalmed For Weeks On The Sea. He'd Felt The Need Before, Often, Often, In Their Years Apart. But Why Now? She Was Safe; He Knew Where She Was - Was It Only The Exhaustion Of The Past Weeks And Days, Or Perhaps The Weakness Of Creeping Age That Made His Bones Ache, As Though She Had In Fact Been Torn From His Body, As God Had Made Eve From Adam's Rib?

Tell Him I Hate Him To His Guts And The Marrow Of His Bones!

I Didn't Say You Shouldn't Worry, Do You Think I Don't Worry? But No, You Probably Can't Do Anything About Me.' 'well, Maybe No, Sassenach, And Maybe So. But I've Lived A Long Enough Time Now To Think It Maybe Doesna Matter So Much-- So Long As I Can Love You.' -claire & Jamie Fraser

And If Time Is Anything Akin To God, I Suppose That Memory Must Be The Devil.