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anonymous asked: I was rereading Modern Glasgow this weekend and I was wondering if any of the Fraser bairns play a sport? Can we have a one shot of Jamie and Claire at a game being super fans of their child athlete? Thanks Gotham-Ruaidh!

Modern Glasgow AU

“Go Bree go!!”

Jamie lay a gentle hand on six-year-old William’s wee knees, holding his lower legs in place. “Dinna kick me, *a bhailach*, aye?”

William huffed a bit, but didn’t tear his eyes from the sight of his seven-year-old sister, bright red ponytail streaming from under her helmet as she chased the loose ball.

Claire grimaced at Jamie’s side, watching the girls crash into each other as they all dove with their sticks.

“I didn’t realize shinty would be so – so violent,” she remarked. “Faith, darling – you brought my first aid kit from the car, right?”

“Aye,” eight-year-old Faith nodded, taking a sip from her water bottle and handing it back to sixteen-year-old Fergus. “It’s in my bag, along wi’ a towel and snacks for Bree. She told me that she gets verra hungry when playing a game.”

“There’s a lot of running wi’ shinty – certainly helps work up an appetite.” Jamie shifted William a bit, keeping him steady. “I remember when I was a wee lad, playing wi’ the tenant’s children at Lallybroch – my Mam and Missus Crook would always make a big proper dinner after our games.”

“Maman – look!” Fergus exclaimed, pointing wildly at the field. They all squinted at the tangle of seven-year-olds, before one – clearly Bree – broke free from the pack, pushing the ball down the field toward the goal, running with all her might, a girl on the opposite team hot on her heels.

“Go, Bree!” Claire shouted. “Go! Go!”

It all happened so quickly – one second Bree was just meters away from the goal, the next she was sprawled flat on the grass, stick flying through the air, with the other girl running the ball back across the field.

“Oi!” Jamie screamed. “That’s no’ fair! She was tripped!”

“Aye!” one of the parents beside Jamie chimed in. “I saw it wi’ my own eyes! That girl canna play dirty!”

Claire’s heart stopped as she watched Brianna on the ground, not moving.

Although the game had made its way to the other side of the field, the referee blew his whistle to halt play, and quickly ran back to investigate.

“Mama?” Faith’s hand gently touched her elbow. “Mama – here is the bag.”

Gratefully Claire took it, mind going into her finest Doctor mode, already running through the list of possibilities in her head, calculating how long it would take an ambulance to arrive –

Then Jamie rested a warm, reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Claire – look.”

And her heart somehow began to beat again, for slowly Bree pushed herself upright, adjusted her helmet, and searched the field for her stick. Soft applause echoed along the sideline, and she waved at her family – silently letting them know she was all right.

And all five Frasers knew she was – for as soon as she trotted to the other side of the field, and the referee blew his whistle once more to signal that the game could resume, Brianna used her stick to hit the girl who had knocked her down, straight in the knees.

Years later when Faith told the story at Brianna’s hen party, she told how William had scrambled to the ground and run across the field to defend her – that Fergus had taken off right after him – that Mama had groaned – and that Da had cheered and laughed. With the punchline being that Brianna would do whatever it took to defend herself – and that Roger had better watch his ballocks.

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