"You've reached Lachlan Campbell. I'm unavailable and cannae take your call, but if you leave me a message, I'll get back to you in a wee bit. Cheers for now."

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MUN NOTES:
1) We are gradually archiving Tara and Lachlan's past @ kiltedromance. Scenes begin with their first meeting to their courtship right through to their engagement, Lachlan's shooting and right up to their marriage.

2) Just about all of Lachlan and Tara's RP is now played in their new portal they share with their family and friends, princeton2nyc. Prompts here may well refer to play there, but I'll try to link where I can.

LINK: When your child is hurting, you feel like you would truly rip your own heart out if it would ease it just a wee bit.

4.20. "I don't want your help, I want you safe."
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Co-written with sexyinscrubs | A week after THIS

Lachlan felt a tiny bit of the weight lift from his shoulders that morning when his baby son was moved from the Paediatrics ICU to the standard Paeds Ward. Riley was out of the woods, with his blood sugar still a little unstable, but his breathing and heart rate back to where they should be. He had been in a really bad way when he was brought in, and Lachlan could hardly maintain his composure when he was told what had happened. Riley's blood sugar had dropped when he missed a meal with Tara unable to get to him. He was also dehydrated from having no access to a drink to satiate the thirst that came from the falling BSL. From there, it was just a rapid descent with his health. He had already been running a minor fever, likely from the fact he was teething again. Once the wee boy realised there was no one there to help him when he cried, he inevitably panicked and became rapidly distressed, spiking a fever. By the time Aiden had actually got to him, it was probably hours since Tara placed him in the buggy. His nappy was so soiled and wet, he had a painful rash all over his bottom and genitals, spanning down to the tops of his legs. The panic had him hyperventilating and the crying meant his little nose was blocked and throat was sore, making it difficult to breathe. He had also scratched at his face because he was so distressed, drawing blood even though Tara had always kept his nails trimmed to prevent him accidentally scratching himself.

( When Lachlan had seen his son in the ER, he hadn't been able to do anything but sob... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 2,185

3.11. "Try not to be a jerk. I'm trying. I'm just failing."
House, M.D.

Co-written with sexyinscrubs | Follows THIS & THIS

Pat bit down on his lip as he watched Lachlan across the cafeteria table. The Scot, adorned in light blue ER scrubs, was slump down in the chair with his legs stretched out in front of him under the table. The tray containing what should have been his dinner was untouched while he stared blankly at the screen of his cell phoned cupped in his hands. Another moment passed and Lachlan hit the call button again, putting the phone to his ear. "Tara, baby, it's me. Again. Can you call me, please? I know you're pissed, you have every right to be. I just want to know how the wee one is. And I... I'm sorry. I didnae mean it. Can you just call me? Please?" He ended the call and went right back to staring at the blank screen.

( “Maybe try calling Riley and Evie's landline?” Pat suggested, giving Lachlan's tray a small nudge so it shifted closer to him in a not so subtle hint to eat something... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 971

LINK: Almost six months to the day since their last trip, and his inner homesick body clock ticked over with that stinging yearning in his gut that he had to visit home again and set foot on his beloved Scottish soil.

True Friendship... SCOTTISH STYLE! (None of that Sissy Crap)

Are you tired of those weak 'friendship' poems that always sound good, but never actually come close to reality? Well, here are a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship. You will see no cute little smiley faces on this card. Just the stone cold truth of a great friendship.

1. When you are sad -- I will help you get pissed and plot revenge against the bastard who made you sad.

2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

3. When you smile -- I will know you are thinking of something that I would probably want to be involved in.

4. When you are scared -- I will take the piss out of you every chance I get until you're NOT.

5. When you are worried -- I will tell you stories about how much worse it could be until YOU STOP WHINING!

6. When you are confused -- I will try to use only little words.

7. When you are sick -- Stay the feck away from me until you are well again. I dinnae want whatever you have.

8. When you fall -- I will laugh at you, you clumsy arse, but I'll help you up.

9. This is my oath.... I pledge it to the end. 'Why?' you may ask; because you are my friend.

Friendship is like pissing your pants, everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth.

For all parents of bairns out there, beware when they start crawling... or in my wee one's case, rolling.



Note the covert foot action. Havenae quite worked out the point of it, but I'm sure it's vital to his mission.

LINK: His wee son would never have a brother or sister, and it still hurt most days to realise that because being a father was the best thing in his life that he ever did.

24.6.2. TEN injuries you have had

1. Broken arm, peewee football
2. Black eye, best pal punch up
3. Bruised nads, rogue cricket ball
4. Dislocated knee, playing silly buggers on some rocks
5. Sliced thumb, unknown drunken injury possibly from broken glass
6. Cut forehead needing sutures, drunken tabletop dancing gone wrong
7. Concussion, unknown drunken injury
8. Black eye, thumped in the face by an angry patient
9. Chest burns, multiple defib attempts
10. Bullet wound in the abdomen, shot by a stalker

TEN signs you've had good sex
1. Scratch marks
2. Bite marks
3. Carpet burn
4. Obscure bruises
5. Pulled muscles
6. Sore throat
7. Uncomfortable arse
8. Swollen nads
9. Stained sheets
10. No Trojans left

TEN signs you've had bad sex
1. Scratch marks
2. Bite marks
3. Carpet burn
4. Obscure bruises
5. Pulled muscles
6. Sore throat
7. Uncomfortable arse
8. Swollen nads
9. Stained sheets
10. Full box of Trojans

LINK: Aye.

Five things in your fridge:
Baby bottles
Leftover haggis
Lube (Dinnae ask)
Irn Bru
A note stuck to the milk reminding me to call Mum


Four songs on your iPod:
Money for Nothing - Dire Straights
500 Miles - The Proclaimers
We are the Champions - Queen
Eye of the Tiger - Survivor


Three places you like to visit:
Edinburgh, Scotland
Dublin, Ireland
York, England


Two books you've read:
Trainspotting - Irvine Welsh
Resurrection Men - Ian Rankin


One thing you’ll never admit aloud:
[LOCKED] I want another baby [/LOCKED]

Blow job on a massage chair. Priceless.

LINK: The scars were going to remain forever, but he just had to learn that they were a reminder he was saved, and not one that he was nearly lost.

This: "News"

Three words.

BULL-FECKING-SHIT

Dinnae even get me started.

LINK: It's nay rocket science: you hurt my son, and I'll hurt you.

My son tried to eat a CONDOM. Did you all hear that? CONDOM. Whoever of you all were leaving condoms (thank fuck it was still wrapped) lying around the back room, I'm going to HURT YOU. I've said it before, but I'm going to say it again because clearly you're all deaf...

HURT YOU.

EXTENSIVELY.

WITH SHARP POINTY THINGS.

That is all.

Show us a drawing your muse made as a child

I wasnae ever a particularly deep kid, except when it came to music...