#like. medical care and a recommendation for hard physical labor isn't enough

[shivunin]

and an OC codex prompt for Maria: propaganda written in support of your OC?

Ahh thank you so much for asking! I'm fudging the "written" part of that prompt a bit, but I thought this was a fun idea c:

(Codex Prompts)

A Submission of Evidence

(425 Words | No Warnings)

A speech overheard in the Hanged Man shortly before the incident at Kirkwall’s Chantry. Submitted here to the record of the Seeker as evidence on behalf of the Champion. 

Record begins: 

Man 1 [Dwarf, red cap, didn’t get a look at his face]: And what do you care? Lives in Hightown like the rest of them, don’t she? Let them sort themselves out.

Man 2 [Ferelden, dark hair, mottled scar across his cheek]: D’you think they’ll keep that to themselves? Had three doors busted in last week by the Templars alone. Catching blood mages is all well and good, lad, but old Birta was no manner of mage at all. Meredith’s gone mad—you think she’ll settle for Hightown where the rich have guards of their own to fight her? Get your head out of—

Man 3 [Odd accent—obscuring his voice, perhaps. Tall, lanky, human, nondescript face]: So turning her in’s useless, you would say? 

Man 2: Ha! Turning her in would get you tossed in the wharf. All o’ them at the Gallows, they know exactly what that Hawke is. You want to get yourself a whole heap of trouble? Go ahead, tell a Templar the Champion’s a mage. I can see three of her friends from here who’d gut you for your trouble, and that’s if you’re lucky. 

Woman [Ferelden; recognized her from the Rose. Dark hair]: What did you just say?

Man 2: Whoa now, he didn’t mean—

Woman: Do you know what she has done for us? Not you; don’t you look at me like that, you worm. Annit’s girl has shoes because of the Champion, and Hari a working hand. She fetched me my wedding shawl back, even though it would’ve fetched her a pretty penny, and that family of hers without a cent to their name. Turn her in? Ha! Don’t bother looking at the lass by the bar, my boy, I’d gut you myself. Have you any idea what it was like to be Ferelden in this city before she knocked the Arishok’s head ‘round? No? Then keep your fool mouth shut while you can still make words.

Woman walked away to the bar. No talking for a moment. Then: 

Man 1: Heh. Fed you your own boot, she did. 

Man 3: Shut up. 

Note: The agent who supplied this information requested its inclusion to your investigation, Seeker Pentaghast. I have found a better assignment for them as we may all agree that they are getting too invested. Nevertheless, their information is good. Do let me know if you have any further questions. 

-L

#maria hawke #prompt response #shivunin scrivening #in my heart you (the PC) can do a lot more for the people at the ferelden refugee center #like. medical care and a recommendation for hard physical labor isn't enough #in my heart maria hires a tutor for the kids and slowly talks her neighbors into hiring some of the people there on if nothing else #starts a fund to help people get home if they want to go. and so on #no way she'd just let that stand

[renee-writer]

Room and Board Chapter 9 Ultrasound

She is a bit nervous. She had tried, even while living on the street, to take care of the baby. But, what if she had messed up? What if she had neglected some crucial bit of nutrition at some crucial time? What if?

“It will be fine. You are a good mam and the bairn has a healthy kick. I am sure all is fine.” Jamie tells her as they drive to the doctor's office.

“How?”

“You've a glass face Claire. All you were thinking just went across it.”

“Oh. Thank you for pulling whatever strings you pulled to get me in so soon. I know there are usually waiting lists.”

“You are welcome.”

They are soon pulling up and he comes around to open her door. He helps her out and, to his surprise, she keeps ahold of his hand.

“Claire Beauchamp.” She tells the lady at the reception desk. She is soon filling out forms.

“So much I have to leave blank.” She tells Jamie who is scanning through a magazine about pregnancy. “Nothing about the father. Very little about my own parents.”

He doesn’t have answer for her so, he just places his hand over hers. She smiles down at his hand before continuing.

She is soon called back and asks Jamie to come with her. After being weighted, vitals and a urine sample taken, she is placed in an exam room.

“Jamie, did the nurse seem a bit taken back by my weight? I don’t think I weigh to much?”

“You don't. You weigh to little. That is probably what she was thinking.”

“Really?”

Before he can answer, the door opens. “Hello Miss Beauchamp. I am Gillian Abernathy. I am the midwife here. My husband, Jo, is the OB.”

“Hello. I am Claire and this is Jamie.”

“Nice to meet you. Jamie, are you the father?”

“No. I am..”

“No he isn't.” They speak over each other. Gillian holds her hand up, silencing both as she scans the medical information Claire had provided.

“Nothing on the father?”

Claire knows she must tell her. Taken a deep breath, she says, “This child was conceived in rape. I know nothing about him. Didn't see his face, hear his voice. He is a complete mystery. My parents died when I was five, that is why there is little on them.”

“I see. You have been through quite a lot Claire. But, you are still here, doing what is best for your baby. That takes a strong woman. Now, let's check on the stranger.” She lays her down and measures her. “28 weeks. Very good. Claire, we usually do an ultrasound at this stage. I would strongly recommend we do one now due to all the unknowns and your lack of prenatal care.”

“Yes. Whatever you recommend, I will do.”

“Very good.” A few minutes later, she is running the wand over her. “See, the baby's toe, a leg, see the heartbeat, arm, fingers, and, there, the sweet face.”

“Oh!” It comes from an awed Jamie. Claire stares, with tears running down her face. Her child.

“Your eyes and ears. The shape of your cheeks, chin.” Jamie softly catalogues what he sees of her in the bairn. The lips and nose are from the father.

“Would you like to know the gender?” Oh. Would she? Would it help to make the decision she has to make soon? Seeing him, parts of him, for the first time, in the face of her child, is hard enough. But, maybe knowing will help her to bond more with the child and that will help her decide. Jamie had stopped watching the baby and is watching her. He gives her a reassuring smile.

“Yes please.” Gillian moves the wand a bit until it lands between the baby's legs. “Can you tell?”

“A girl right?”

“Yes. You are having a girl.” She didn’t realize how much she feared having a son, a son conceived in rape anyway, until that moment. Tears of relief rang down her face.

“Thank God.” A whispered prayer.

“Didn't want a son?” Gillian is taken requirements of the baby and recording them.

“Not now. Not with..”

“Ah understand. Okay Claire, she is doing just fine. A bit on the small size but not dangerously so. You are too. Small, underweight. I am going to tell you something that I rarely tell my OB patients, I need you to gain weight. You are malnourished. I am putting you on a prenatal vitamin, that I want you to take twice a day. Three full meals with healthy snacks between. I will see you in two weeks. I would like you to gain at least ten pounds In that time.”

“But she is okay?”

“She is. She was your body's priority. It was all going to her. I am concerned about you. Labor is hard work. The hardest thing you will ever do. You must be physically strong. So, pretend you are eating to bulk up for a marathon, because you are. Lot's of protein, fruits and vegetables, lot’s of greens, dairy, and avoid the low fat. Right now your body needs it. “

“I will do all you say. I couldn’t before. I was on the streets. Thanks to Jamie, I can eat right now. Do all I am supposed to be doing.”

“Good. You know the warning signs, back and/ or abdominal pain, swelling in the face, hands, or feet, severe headache, water or bleeding. Any of that, you come right in or go to hospital.”

“I will.” She gives her a stack of pictures from the ultrasound, a list of foods to eat more of, prenatal vitamins prescription, and a appointment card.

“Jamie, take care of her. If she is awake, I want her eating?”

“She will be. I will. Thank you Gillian.”

“A girl. A daughter.” She softly says as they drive home.

“Yes. You like that?”

“I do. I really feared a son and am, a bit more likely to keep a daughter.” She is staring into her face, their face, her and her rapist's. She is trying to see only her but something is suddenly very evident. “Oh God!”

“So, you see it too.” He pulls over. “Her race. His.”

“Yes.”

#my writing #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #modern au #outlander fandom #room and board #ultrasound