across the hall

“Hi there,” Jamie leaned against the door frame casually. I didna mean to bother ye. It’s just-”

“Bloody hell," the woman interrupted his obviously failed attempt at making a good first impression and reached for the hand still cradled against his chest. Even more surprising than her language was her distinctly English accent. “You’re bleeding! What on earth did you do?”

“Och, just a minor pumpkin carving accident. It’s no’ that bad… I dinna think.” Jamie said, grimacing even as he said the words. It seemed the presence of beautiful women provided only a temporary distraction from the pain.

- OR -Growing up in Scotland, one of Jamie Fraser’s all-time favourite things to do was carve turnips on All Hallows Eve. Having recently relocated to the United States of America, Jamie assumes carving pumpkins on Halloween is no different... and finds himself inside the apartment across the hall being tended to by a very unimpressed and very attractive English woman. Modern Day AU.