Jamie and Frank battle across the ages

Jamie & Frank Play Checkers

I wish I could have fought him for you," he said abruptly, looking back at me. His blue eyes were dark and earnest.

I smiled at him, touched.

"It wasn't your fight, it was mine. But you won it anyway." I reached out a hand, and he squeezed it.

"Aye, but that's not what I meant. If I'd fought him man to man and won, ye'd not need to feel any regret over it." He hesitated. "If ever --"

"There aren't any more ifs," I said firmly. "I thought of every one of them yesterday, and here I still am."

"Thank God," he said, smiling, "and God help you." Then he added, "Though I'll never understand why."

Outlander (Chapter 25)

whisky vs sherry

J & F draw a line in the sand

"Englishman," he said softly, and it was a conjuration. The hair rose very slightly on the back of Roger's neck; he could believe he saw something move in the flames.

Jamie's big hands spread, cradling his grandson. His face was remote, the flames catching sparks from hair and brows.

"Englishman," he said, speaking to whatever he saw beyond the flames. "I could wish that we shall meet one day. And I could hope that we shall not."

Drums of Autumn (Chapter 71)

Highland vs Harvey's

Single malt for the Highlander, sherry for the Englishman

You'll scarcely credit this, but I stood there with my hand on that bloody stone, and wanted nothing more than that it should open, and put me face-to-face with James Fraser. Whoever he was, whenever he was, I wanted nothing more in life than to see him -- and to kill him.

I have never seen him -- I don't know that he existed! -- and yet I hate this man as I have never hated anyone else. If what Claire said and what I found was true -- then I've taken her from him, and kept her by me through these years by a lie. Maybe only a lie of omission, but nonetheless a lie for that. I could call that revenge, I suppose.

Drums of Autumn (Chapter 71)

the faceoff

Hard stares across the divide; Jamie with the clear gold - Frank on the frosted, darker side

"Big chap," said Frank, frowning in recollection. "And a Scot, in complete Highland rig-out, complete to sporran and the most beautiful running-stag brooch on his plaid. I wanted to ask where he'd got it from, but he was off before I could."

I went to the bureau and poured another drink. "Well, not so unusual an appearance for these parts, surely? I've seen men dressed like that in the village now and then."

"Nooo..." Frank sounded doubtful. "No, it wasn't his dress that was odd. But when he pushed past me, I could swear he was close enough that I should have felt him brush my sleeve -- but I didn't. And I was intrigued enough to turn round and watch him as he walked away. He walked down the Gereside Road, but when he'd almost reached the corner, he disappeared. That's when I began to feel a bit cold down the backbone."

Outlander (Chapter 1)

the melee

The battle for the centre of the board

Fraser -- shall I curse him for stealing my wife, or bless him for giving me my daughter? I think these things, and then I stop, appalled that I should be giving a moment's credence to such a preposterous theory. And yet...I have the oddest sense of James Fraser, almost a memory, as though I must have seen him somewhere. Though likely this is just the product of jealousy and imagination -- I know what the bastard looks like, well enough; I see his face on my daughter, day by day!

That's the queer side of it, though -- a sense of obligation. Not just to Bree, though I do think she's a right to know -- later. I told you I had a sense of the bastard? Funny thing is, it's stayed with me. I can almost feel him, sometimes, looking over my shoulder, standing across the room.

Drums of Autumn (Chapter 71)

melee

Jamie marches past Frank's last defense to claim a (strong) king

My mind was boiling over like a pot of parritch on the flame, yet I held to that thought. "Ye canna kill him." And I didn't. But I was half-mad wi' the fury of the fighting, and the blood singing in my ears -- and I didna stop a moment to remember why it was I must not kill him, beyond that I had promised you. And when I had him there on the ground before me, and the memory of Wentworth and Fergus, and the blade live in my hand --" He broke off suddenly.

I felt the blood draining from my head and sat down heavily on a rock outcropping.

"Jamie," I said. He shrugged helplessly.

"Well, Sassenach," he said, still avoiding my gaze, "all I can say is, it's a hell of a place to be wounded."

Dragonfly in Amber (Chapter 29)

Jamie's 2 kings

A last-ditch rally by Frank only delays the inevitable.

"Bree is mine, my daughter," he said, as though to himself. "the only child I'll ever have. I couldn't give her up." He gave a short laugh. "I couldn't give her up, but you couldn't see her without thinking of him, could you? Without that constant memory, I wonder -- would you have forgotten him, in time?"

"No." The whispered word seemed to go through him like an electric shock. He stood frozen for a moment, then whirled to the closet and began to jerk on his clothes over his pajamas. I stood, arms wrapped around my body, watching as he pulled on his overcoat and stamped out of the room, not looking at me. The collar of his blue silk pajamas stuck up over the astrakhan trim of his coat.

Voyager (Chapter 19)

Frank, I've got ye surrounded

"There's no hope, man. I've got ye surrounded."

"Well," I said, attempting a smile, "at least we know Frank is safe, after all."

Jamie glowered down at me, ruddy brows nearly touching each other.

"Damn Frank!" he said ferociously. "Damn all Randalls! Damn Jack Randall, and damn Mary Hawkins Randall, and damn Alex Randall -- er, God rest his soul, I mean," he amended hastily, crossing himself.

"I thought you didn't begrudge -- " I started. He glared at me.

"I lied."

Dragonfly in Amber (Chapter 45)

done

Defeated, Frank slides under the table. Jamie stumbles home to his prize.

"Jamie," I said, "how, exactly, do you decide whether you're drunk?"

Aroused by my voice, he swayed alarmingly to one side, but caught himself on he edge of the mantel piece. His eyes drifted around the room, then fixed on my face. For an instant, they blazed clear and pellucid with intelligence.

"Occh, easy, Sassenach. If ye can stand up, you're not drunk." He let go of the mantelpiece, took a step toward me, and crumpled slowly onto the hearth, eyes blank, and a wide, sweet smile on his dreaming face.

Dragonfly in Amber (Chapter 6)