Abbie is a quick learner and knows how to MacGyver her way out of a situation. In order to defeat a powerful warlock, Abbie figured out how to simulate the elements with the use of a generator, possibly a fire hose. Jenny has the knowledge about rare artifacts, supernatural beings, and street smarts.
The late Prince Robert, the rightful heir was terrific at charming villages. The spare, Prince Liam does everything wrong. He turns his nose up at the locally made cheese and is an all-around bore. Gemma takes time out of trying to induct him into the mile-high club and offers advice: Liam should be himself and act interested. I’m not sure he wasn’t being himself when he behaved like a jerk, but he takes Gemma’s words to heart.
Accidental time traveler Claire Randall seems to have forgotten all about getting back to 1945 and her husband Frank, it’s not that she didn’t try, but you know how it is, after you’ve been beaten and almost raped by your husband’s 18th-century ancestor and lookalike a couple of times, the idea of seeing his face again isn’t that urgent. Now Claire has a younger, cuter husband, Jamie Fraser, who is dreamy despite his crazy hair. He is nearly perfect, except for this episode because Jamie spends a lot of time acting like a total jackass and I may have to break up with him.
That whole accidental time travel thing has been rough on Claire Randall. She left her husband, Frank, back in 1945 and ended up in 1743. One thing led to another and now she’s married to dreamboat Jamie Fraser. I mean, it’s not like she has a Tardis. Have you seen Jamie and his crazy hair? Welp, that’s that. I guess she’s over that plan to escape the 18th century. Just clear sailing from here on out.
One minute you’re in 1945 with your husband Frank Randall and then you’re in 1743 to unresolved sexual tension all over the place with Jamie Fraser. That’s what happens when you go snooping around pagan ceremonies, Claire. The first person she encountered was Frank’s doppelganger, Captain Black Jack Randall. His curriculum vitae includes attempting to rape Claire and flogging Jamie until he nearly killed him. Claire’s been staying at Castle Leoch with the MacKenzie clan, Black Jack interrogated her with his fists and now the MacKenzies will have to turn the English woman over to the redcoats— unless she becomes a Scot by marriage. Rebel leader Dougal MacKenzie plays matchmaker and arranges for Claire and Jamie to have a quickie wedding.
Lieutenant Jeremy Foster thinks the MacKenzie clan might be holding Claire against her will. While she is technically a prisoner at Castle Leoch, it’s kind of complicated since Claire has a rapport with the Scots and gets to go to music recitals and everything. As the redcoats escort Claire to meet British officers. Dougal insists on coming along, when he’s not threatening to kill Claire, he can seem almost protective in his own suspicious and occasionally groping way. Claire realizes that yes the redcoats torture people, and yes they oppress the Scottish, but the Brits are her people. They don’t imprison her, exclude her by speaking Gaelic or look at her with suspicion. Claire thinks this is her chance to get dropped off in Inverness and find Criagh na Dun, the mystical standing stones that transported her to the 18th century.
Just because Dougal MacKenzie threatens to slit your throat or assault you doesn’t mean he’s no fun at all. The Scottish rebel leader has invited Claire Randall on a road trip to collect rent for the laird because the travel party might need a healer. The only trip Claire wants to make is one on the Tardis so she get out of 1743 and return to her husband Frank who is all by his lonesome in 1945. Dreamy Jaime Fraser is on the trip too, but he doesn’t have as much time to unresolved sexual tension all over the place when he’s with his bros. It’s all “me too” instead of saying “I love you” when they’re on the phone.
Nurse Claire Randall has had just about enough of being imprisoned at Castle Leoch, thank you very much. Now that she’s familiar with a local legend about time travel, Claire is certain that she can find her way to Craigh na Dun and the mystical stone which will deliver her from 1743 to 1945 where she can reunite with her husband, Frank, and her beloved disinfectant which she never shuts up about. She doesn’t realize that the 18th century is still a hardcore Claire and Jamie shipper and has no interest in dousing all that hot unresolved sexual tension.