original prompt: I was wondering if you'd do a true crossover? Maybe with the TV Sleepy Hollow (the main Character Icabod fights in the Revolutionary war and helps save the world from the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse!) or something crazy/futurisitic like The Walking Dead or Orphan Black?
Jamie paused at the top of the hill, digging his hands deeper into his pockets and shrugging against the cold, waiting for his son to catch up.
“Make sure ye put his cap on a wee bit tighter.”
Twelve-year-old Julia Fraser looked up at her father, then down at her infant nephew Germaine, sleeping snugly against her chest, wisps of blond hair peeking out from beneath the blue knit cap Faith had made him when he was born.
“He’s fine, Da. He sleeps like Fergus – nothing will wake him.” Still, she tucked the plaid shawl tighter around his shoulders and pushed the cap down over his ears.
“I’ve got it!”
Jamie and Julia whirled to watch William race up the slope, Murtagh close behind.
Nineteen-year-old William paused between his father and sister, bent over as he tried to catch his breath.
“The plan – for when the zombies come,” he gasped.
“Oh, aye?” Murtagh shielded his eyes from the glare of the sun, squinting down on his grandson. “That television program’s been getting to yer heid, laddie. There’s no zombies coming to Scotland – it’s too cold.”
“That doesna *matter,* Murtagh.” William stood up a bit straighter, chin tilted defiantly. “When was the last time we put together a proper emergency plan for Lallybroch? It doesna hurt to be prepared against the worst – and full zombie preparedness would make us ready for a flood or snowstorm or power outage or – ”
“The lad’s got a point.” Jamie fished his sunglasses out of his pocket, enjoying the absolutely gorgeous panorama of the big house, the broch, the pond, and the valley – even more beautiful in the crisp autumn air. “Dinna tell me ye’ve spent all that time watching that program wi’ him and havena thought about how *you* would react in that situation.”
“Farms are good – they’re rural, and can grow their own food,” Julia chimed in. “And even though there aren’t too many people in Scotland, once the cities empty out then there will be a lot of people on the road. Which means we have to make sure the fences are good and sound – right, Da?”
“Aye,” he smiled down at his youngest daughter, so proud. “And even if we dinna expect hundreds of thousands of refugees to just appear in the Highlands – we *do* need to make sure that the fence is good and strong. We canna have yer auntie Jenny’s sheep out on the road again.”
Gingerly he stepped down the far side of the hill, one arm on Julia’s shoulder to help her and his grandson – his grandson! – descend steadily. William raced ahead to check that the fenceposts at the bottom of the hill were strong and showed no sign of rot.
“Truth is, I canna remember the last time so many people wanted to walk the fence with me,” Jamie muttered to Murtagh, watching William inspect every inch of fence. “Ye’d think that something their Da does once a week wouldna be something that the wee ones would find so interesting.”
“Mmphmm. Ye ken wee William and his friends at uni have a Walking Dead watch party every weekend? Seems he’s become quite the connoisseur of planning for emergencies.” Murtagh squinted into the sun, watching a small, dark-haired form make its way from the big house and across the open field to where they stood.
“I’m surprised he hasna gotten ye into the comics yet.” Germaine was awake – eyes darting back and forth – and Julia settled him closer against her chest. “Da let me read them, but Mama doesna ken. She thinks I’m no’ old enough to read them – it doesna matter that I’ve been watching wi’ William and Bree since I was eight.”
“Ye ken that Suzette doesna like having such things laying about – she canna understand why a grown man would want to spend his time reading – ”
The dark-haired blur had come into focus – the homely features of seventeen-year-old Ian Murray the Younger, William Fraser’s best friend and a diehard Walking Dead watcher with Murtagh every weekend.
“I’ve found something!”
“Found what?” Jamie stepped closer to his nephew and past William, who was now apparently trying to size up the gap between fence posts and determine whether it was sufficient to withstand some kind of external attack.
“There’s a few fence posts down behind the barn – it looks like dry rot, but can ye come check?”
“Aye – you and William go fetch me some things to mend it with, aye? I’ll show you lads how to make the repair.”
The boys darted off. Murtagh, Jamie, and Julia slowly made their way to the barn, inspecting every fence post along the way.
“At least you and Mama would still have useful occupations when the zombies come,” Julia said after a while. “I mean – you’re a farmer, and Mama is a doctor. You can still do those jobs even without electricity – they’ve been around since even before we’ve had proper civilization. So that means we’d be OK, if something bad happened.”
Jamie stopped and turned to face Julia directly, resting one hand against Germaine’s tiny back.
“I hope you know – yer Mam and I will *always* care for ye, *mo nighean òir.* You, and your brothers and sisters, and your cousins, and especially this wee one. No matter what kind of life we lead – no matter if it’s here or somewhere else, zombies or no.”
He bent to kiss her forehead, and she smiled.
They resumed their walk.
“What about me, then?” Murtagh asked after a long moment. “Would I have a useful occupation when the zombies come?”
Julia thought for a while before responding – waiting until they had almost reached the section of fallen fence, Ian and William patiently waiting with a pile of new timbers for the repair.
“Of course you will,” she smiled at him. “You’ll love us Frasers, and take care of us. Isna that the most important job in the world?”