You hadn't ever thought you'd get out of there... out of the damn... dungeons, away from Black Jack.

It was every Scots worst nightmare- ending up in the "care" of the English Captain. Sadistic didn't feel nearly adequate enough to describe what he was... yet somehow the words monster felt lackluster as well...

Maybe if you thought long enough you could think of a Gaelic word to figure it out... but to add salt in the open wounds on your back, previously shredded from lashings was the fact Claire had sold you out to him...

That was how the English knew you'd be shopping that fateful day, that was how Black Jack knew your name... your age, your connection to Jamie...

You had been left to rot for six months before you had made it home, no one had spoken a word. Just merely surprised to see you again, to your defense you didn't say a word to them... and you had shown up in normal clothes. Not wanting to let the world know of your suffering.

Today you walked your way into Castle Leoch, seeing people bustling as usual. Talking and chattering, as you looked for Jamie. Naturally.. you found him out by stables, with Claire...

As she shared a kiss with him, you froze watching as the words from a passing maid reached your ears-

"It is good to see Lady Claire be such a good wife-"...

She had sold you out... and had now wed Jamie in your absence.