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diandrahollmanE-Mail: diandrahollman@yahoo.com
Website: http://diandrahollman.tripod.com
Date Finished: Sometime in the next year, hopefully.
Rating: PG-13 overall.
Keywords: crossover, indirect Jack/Sawyer, inadvertent Sam/Sawyer (hey, Sam *is* Jack), slash
Spoilers: For Lost: “The Variable” through “The Incident”.
Disclaimer: Sam and Al belong(ed) to Donald Bellisario. The first couple paragraphs of the story are directly transcribed from the introduction to each episode of “Quantum Leap”. Everyone else belongs to Darlton and JJ Abrams, as do any events or dialogue that mirror “Lost” cannon. I’m just having some harmless, nonprofit fun playing with them.
Archive: Just ask.
Summary: Sam Becket leaps into Jack Shephard in 1970s Dharmaville. It proves to be his most confusing leap yet.
Dedication: To the creators – and fans – of two of the best damn sci-fi shows on television.
Author's Notes: This is what happens when you try to write “Lost” fanfiction while re-watching all five seasons of “Quantum Leap”, apparently. You don’t need to have watched “Quantum Leap” to understand what’s going on here, though *some* knowledge of the show might make it more fun to read.
Previous Chapters
*********
That night, Sam sat on the couch in Sawyer’s cabin writing down every piece of information he had gleaned so far on construction paper he’d stolen from the schoolhouse. It wasn’t much, but he was beginning to get a clearer picture of these people’s lives and how they intertwined. He even had a crude timeline of events stretching from 1954 to 2008 and lists of who belonged in which time period. He was glad they’d brought Hurley in on this – he had proved to be a useful source of information. The only thing Sam didn’t have was a suspect. None of these people seemed to have any reason to want to detonate an atomic bomb. He had to be missing something but he wasn’t sure what.
“You’re workin’ too hard,” Sawyer observed from where he lay with his head in Sam’s lap, engrossed in a well-worn paperback. “You gonna tell me what that’s all about?”
Sam paused to take a sip of the Dharma brand boxed wine Sawyer had insisted on serving him. “It’s not important.”
“I shoulda known givin’ you moppin’ duty wouldn’t keep you outta trouble long,” Sawyer muttered.
“Is that why you gave me this job? To keep me out of trouble?”
Sawyer grumbled. “No. I gave you your job ‘cause it was all I had on short notice, but I figured it had to be easier than runnin’ around savin’ people all day.” He reached for his own nearly empty wine glass on the coffee table and finished it in two sips. He set the glass back down and rested his head back in Sam’s lap, closing his eyes. “Didn’t wanna give you a reason to go runnin’ around tryin’ to fix everything and give yourself a heart attack.”
Sam wasn’t sure if Jack would find that admission sweet or annoying, so he just tucked his data into his makeshift folder and combed his fingers absently through Sawyer’s hair while he finished his glass of wine. “So you did it for my health?”
Sawyer smirked. “Nope. Mine. I didn’t wanna be worryin’ about you all the damn time.” He reached up to run his fingers along Sam’s arm, tracing – he assumed – one of Jack’s tattoos. “Though I can’t say I haven’t gotten a little kick outta bossin’ you around for a change.”
Sam smiled. Definitely sweet, though hiding under an annoying front. “More wine?”
Sawyer snorted. “Nah. It ain’t that good.”
Sam carefully slipped Sawyer’s head from his lap and reached for his glass. “Then I’ll just take these to the kitchen.”
Sawyer groaned. “That’s what I mean, Doc. It’s my *house*. You don’t gotta clean it too.”
“It’s just a couple glasses, Sawyer.”
“Yeah,” Sawyer grumbled. “Just a couple glasses. Next you’ll be goin’ in all the corners with a feather duster.”
Sam just smiled at him and backed toward the conjoined kitchen, nearly colliding with Juliet as she came down the hall. “Uh...after you,” he said, gesturing with a wineglass.
She smiled and stepped into the kitchen ahead of him. “You never did tell me your secret,” she said as she set about getting herself a glass of water.
Sam blinked at her. “My secret?”
She pointed toward his abdomen. “Your scar is almost completely faded. Even if I’d had better operating conditions, there’s no way my stitching was that good.”
Sam glanced down stupidly as he rinsed the glasses. He hadn’t seen a scar, but then he hadn’t taken his shirt of when looking in a mirror. “Maybe you’re better than you thought.”
The front doorbell rang. “I’ve got it,” Sawyer called.
“You were walking around the minute the anesthesia wore off,” Juliet continued. “Hiking through the jungle and falling out of a helicopter. You must have torn a few stitches.”
Sam shrugged. “Just lucky, I guess.” He turned nervously to face her. She had one eyebrow raised skeptically, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips.
“You’re different. Since you came back. I know it’s been three years, but...it’s almost like you’re a completely different person.”
‘You have no idea,’ Sam thought. At least she didn’t seem to have sensed a major difference in him in the last day, just a more general personality shift which, from what he’d heard so far about Jack’s temperamental, extremely A-type behavior was probably an improvement. “Is that a bad thing?”
She opened her mouth to reply and froze, her attention turning toward the front door, where Sawyer was letting a man Sam only vaguely recognized as one of the original Dharma crew in.
“Did you talk to Horace,” Sawyer was asking as he closed the door. Sam recognized this name as the man who was the closest thing the Dharma Initiative had to a leader.
“Not yet,” the man answered. “I figured after three years of working together, I’d give you the benefit of doubt...”
Sam saw Sawyer’s fist draw back and instinctively moved to stop him. “Sawyer, wait!”
But he was too late. Sawyer’s fist connected with a meaty smack, sending the man sprawling to the floor.
Sawyer looked up. “Get some rope.”
Juliet ran off to do so without question.
“What did you do,” Sam spluttered.
“He knows I helped Kate take Ben out to the hostiles.”
“Ben...” Sam’s photographic memory supplied the information connected with that name in his file. Ben was the “evil bastard” Jack had referred to – a man who had kidnapped Jack in the future and forced him to perform surgery to remove a tumor. He had also inexplicably been a driving force in getting this group of time travelers back here to 1977.
Sawyer reached for something that had been dropped in the scuffle and tossed it at Sam. “He’s got it on tape.”
Sam looked at the tape stupidly. It was an old model not intended for use in a personal VCR – not that the cabin had one of those – so he couldn’t play it to get more information if he’d wanted to. “You could have lied...come up with something...this isn’t the answer!”
“Yeah, well, it’s too late now,” Sawyer grumbled. Juliet returned with a length of rope and handed it to him. “Can’t exactly say *this* was an accident. ‘sides, you just blew my cover.”
Sam rewound the events of the last few minutes in his head. He’d said Sawyer’s name. He groaned.
“Forget it. Was bound to happen eventually.” Sawyer tightened the knot around the man’s wrists. “Help me get ‘im in the closet n’ then we can figure out what to do.”
*****
Sam paced the floor of the living area restlessly, eyeing the gun Sawyer had left on the kitchen counter. The sun had just come up an hour earlier. Soon somebody was bound to figure out this Phil guy was gone and they hadn’t come up with any good ideas for how to deal with that yet. They had just agreed to take shifts guarding Phil until morning when Sawyer had decided they should gather the rest of their group and talk strategy together. A bomb was going to go off in seven hours or so and now Sam suspected he was watching the situation that would lead to that point develop.
The imaging chamber opened suddenly and Al, in an almost unusually subdued red shirt and brown slacks, stepped through. “Okay, Sam, I think we might have something...”
“Al, where have you been?” Sam hissed.
Al looked startled. “What? What happened?”
“Oh, not much,” Sam said, voice dripping sarcasm. “It’s just that we’ve got this guy tied up in the closet because he suspects we’re not really with the Dharma Initiative.”
Al blinked. “What guy?”
Sam threw up his hands. “Does it matter?”
“Well, no, not unless his name is Daniel Faraday because Ziggy says there’s an 86% chance *he’s* the guy who’s gonna blow up the island.”
Sam reeled. “Daniel? The scientist?”
“Yeah, get this: he’s a quantum physicist who’s been conducting experiments on *time travel*.”
“Time travel,” Sam repeated dumbly.
“Yeah. Only he hasn’t figured out a way to get the experiments to work without scrambling the subject’s brain and uh...killing them.”
“Obviously his mother figured it out.”
“Yeah, well, you can talk to him about it yourself. He’s headed this way.”
“What?”
The doorbell rang before Al could reply. Sam gaped at it, trying to get his mind caught up to this abrupt turn of events.
Al gestured emphatically toward the door. “Go! Before anybody wakes up!”
Sam stumbled toward the door and opened it to find a somewhat disheveled looking, bearded man on the porch.
“How did you do it, Jack? How did you get back here,” he demanded, pushing past Sam into the house.
Sam stared at Miles, who crept in behind Daniel.
“Don’t look at me,” Miles said defensively. “I just drove him here.”
Sam closed the door behind them. “Keep your voices down. Sawyer and Juliet are still sleeping.”
“How did you get here,” Daniel repeated insistently.
Sam tried to recall the sequence of events Jack and Hurley had described – a difficult task as he was more concerned at the moment with the other occupants of the cabin. “Um...we got on a plane...”
Understanding flashed on Daniel’s face immediately. “Who told you to get on a plane?”
“Go ahead, tell him,” Al urged.
“As a matter of fact, it was your mother, Daniel.”
Daniel seemed to deflate a little. “Let me guess. She told you this was your destiny.”
Sam glanced at Al, who nodded. “Uh, yeah. She did.”
“Well, I’ve got bad news for you, Jack. She was wrong. You’re not supposed to be here at all.”
Daniel brushed past Sam on his way back out the door without another word, Miles trailing after him.
“Wait, what do you mean?” Sam followed them outside, where they climbed into a waiting Jeep. “What do you mean we’re not supposed to be here?”
“I’ll be right back, I just have to run an errand,” Daniel called absently while Miles started the truck.
The pair drove off, leaving Sam standing by the dirt path.
“Jack.”
Sam spun to find a worried-looking Sawyer standing in the doorway, silently demanding an explanation.
“Daniel Faraday’s back.”
Sawyer blinked, looking after the now-vanished Jeep and then back at Sam. “What’d he want?”
Sam rubbed his forehead. “I don’t know.” He glanced at Al from the corner of his eye. His friend looked just as at a loss as he was. “Follow him, Al,” he muttered under his breath.
“Huh? Oh, sure...” Al fired up his handlink with a beep. “Gushie, center me on Daniel!” A moment later, he disappeared.
Sam went back up the porch steps and past Sawyer into the house. “We need to do something about Phil before somebody notices he’s missing.”
Sawyer closed the door and caught Sam’s wrist in one smooth movement, spinning him around. “Hey, settle down.” He cupped Sam’s chin in his other hand and forced their eyes to meet. “Let me handle it.”
Sam’s eyes darted to the hallway as Juliet – obviously just woken up by all the noise – poked her head around the corner. “Fine,” he agreed.
Sawyer relaxed a little and rubbed Sam’s cheek with his thumb. “Good. Now, you go get Kate ‘fore she goes to work. Jules and I’ll round up Hugo and Jin. We’ll meet you back here.”
Sam nodded. He would have preferred to follow Daniel, but as long as Al was keeping an eye on him he could focus on one crisis at a time. If Ziggy was right, the bomb wouldn’t go off for another few hours. “Okay.”
TBC
Website: http://diandrahollman.tripod.com
Date Finished: Sometime in the next year, hopefully.
Rating: PG-13 overall.
Keywords: crossover, indirect Jack/Sawyer, inadvertent Sam/Sawyer (hey, Sam *is* Jack), slash
Spoilers: For Lost: “The Variable” through “The Incident”.
Disclaimer: Sam and Al belong(ed) to Donald Bellisario. The first couple paragraphs of the story are directly transcribed from the introduction to each episode of “Quantum Leap”. Everyone else belongs to Darlton and JJ Abrams, as do any events or dialogue that mirror “Lost” cannon. I’m just having some harmless, nonprofit fun playing with them.
Archive: Just ask.
Summary: Sam Becket leaps into Jack Shephard in 1970s Dharmaville. It proves to be his most confusing leap yet.
Dedication: To the creators – and fans – of two of the best damn sci-fi shows on television.
Author's Notes: This is what happens when you try to write “Lost” fanfiction while re-watching all five seasons of “Quantum Leap”, apparently. You don’t need to have watched “Quantum Leap” to understand what’s going on here, though *some* knowledge of the show might make it more fun to read.
Previous Chapters
*********
That night, Sam sat on the couch in Sawyer’s cabin writing down every piece of information he had gleaned so far on construction paper he’d stolen from the schoolhouse. It wasn’t much, but he was beginning to get a clearer picture of these people’s lives and how they intertwined. He even had a crude timeline of events stretching from 1954 to 2008 and lists of who belonged in which time period. He was glad they’d brought Hurley in on this – he had proved to be a useful source of information. The only thing Sam didn’t have was a suspect. None of these people seemed to have any reason to want to detonate an atomic bomb. He had to be missing something but he wasn’t sure what.
“You’re workin’ too hard,” Sawyer observed from where he lay with his head in Sam’s lap, engrossed in a well-worn paperback. “You gonna tell me what that’s all about?”
Sam paused to take a sip of the Dharma brand boxed wine Sawyer had insisted on serving him. “It’s not important.”
“I shoulda known givin’ you moppin’ duty wouldn’t keep you outta trouble long,” Sawyer muttered.
“Is that why you gave me this job? To keep me out of trouble?”
Sawyer grumbled. “No. I gave you your job ‘cause it was all I had on short notice, but I figured it had to be easier than runnin’ around savin’ people all day.” He reached for his own nearly empty wine glass on the coffee table and finished it in two sips. He set the glass back down and rested his head back in Sam’s lap, closing his eyes. “Didn’t wanna give you a reason to go runnin’ around tryin’ to fix everything and give yourself a heart attack.”
Sam wasn’t sure if Jack would find that admission sweet or annoying, so he just tucked his data into his makeshift folder and combed his fingers absently through Sawyer’s hair while he finished his glass of wine. “So you did it for my health?”
Sawyer smirked. “Nope. Mine. I didn’t wanna be worryin’ about you all the damn time.” He reached up to run his fingers along Sam’s arm, tracing – he assumed – one of Jack’s tattoos. “Though I can’t say I haven’t gotten a little kick outta bossin’ you around for a change.”
Sam smiled. Definitely sweet, though hiding under an annoying front. “More wine?”
Sawyer snorted. “Nah. It ain’t that good.”
Sam carefully slipped Sawyer’s head from his lap and reached for his glass. “Then I’ll just take these to the kitchen.”
Sawyer groaned. “That’s what I mean, Doc. It’s my *house*. You don’t gotta clean it too.”
“It’s just a couple glasses, Sawyer.”
“Yeah,” Sawyer grumbled. “Just a couple glasses. Next you’ll be goin’ in all the corners with a feather duster.”
Sam just smiled at him and backed toward the conjoined kitchen, nearly colliding with Juliet as she came down the hall. “Uh...after you,” he said, gesturing with a wineglass.
She smiled and stepped into the kitchen ahead of him. “You never did tell me your secret,” she said as she set about getting herself a glass of water.
Sam blinked at her. “My secret?”
She pointed toward his abdomen. “Your scar is almost completely faded. Even if I’d had better operating conditions, there’s no way my stitching was that good.”
Sam glanced down stupidly as he rinsed the glasses. He hadn’t seen a scar, but then he hadn’t taken his shirt of when looking in a mirror. “Maybe you’re better than you thought.”
The front doorbell rang. “I’ve got it,” Sawyer called.
“You were walking around the minute the anesthesia wore off,” Juliet continued. “Hiking through the jungle and falling out of a helicopter. You must have torn a few stitches.”
Sam shrugged. “Just lucky, I guess.” He turned nervously to face her. She had one eyebrow raised skeptically, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips.
“You’re different. Since you came back. I know it’s been three years, but...it’s almost like you’re a completely different person.”
‘You have no idea,’ Sam thought. At least she didn’t seem to have sensed a major difference in him in the last day, just a more general personality shift which, from what he’d heard so far about Jack’s temperamental, extremely A-type behavior was probably an improvement. “Is that a bad thing?”
She opened her mouth to reply and froze, her attention turning toward the front door, where Sawyer was letting a man Sam only vaguely recognized as one of the original Dharma crew in.
“Did you talk to Horace,” Sawyer was asking as he closed the door. Sam recognized this name as the man who was the closest thing the Dharma Initiative had to a leader.
“Not yet,” the man answered. “I figured after three years of working together, I’d give you the benefit of doubt...”
Sam saw Sawyer’s fist draw back and instinctively moved to stop him. “Sawyer, wait!”
But he was too late. Sawyer’s fist connected with a meaty smack, sending the man sprawling to the floor.
Sawyer looked up. “Get some rope.”
Juliet ran off to do so without question.
“What did you do,” Sam spluttered.
“He knows I helped Kate take Ben out to the hostiles.”
“Ben...” Sam’s photographic memory supplied the information connected with that name in his file. Ben was the “evil bastard” Jack had referred to – a man who had kidnapped Jack in the future and forced him to perform surgery to remove a tumor. He had also inexplicably been a driving force in getting this group of time travelers back here to 1977.
Sawyer reached for something that had been dropped in the scuffle and tossed it at Sam. “He’s got it on tape.”
Sam looked at the tape stupidly. It was an old model not intended for use in a personal VCR – not that the cabin had one of those – so he couldn’t play it to get more information if he’d wanted to. “You could have lied...come up with something...this isn’t the answer!”
“Yeah, well, it’s too late now,” Sawyer grumbled. Juliet returned with a length of rope and handed it to him. “Can’t exactly say *this* was an accident. ‘sides, you just blew my cover.”
Sam rewound the events of the last few minutes in his head. He’d said Sawyer’s name. He groaned.
“Forget it. Was bound to happen eventually.” Sawyer tightened the knot around the man’s wrists. “Help me get ‘im in the closet n’ then we can figure out what to do.”
*****
Sam paced the floor of the living area restlessly, eyeing the gun Sawyer had left on the kitchen counter. The sun had just come up an hour earlier. Soon somebody was bound to figure out this Phil guy was gone and they hadn’t come up with any good ideas for how to deal with that yet. They had just agreed to take shifts guarding Phil until morning when Sawyer had decided they should gather the rest of their group and talk strategy together. A bomb was going to go off in seven hours or so and now Sam suspected he was watching the situation that would lead to that point develop.
The imaging chamber opened suddenly and Al, in an almost unusually subdued red shirt and brown slacks, stepped through. “Okay, Sam, I think we might have something...”
“Al, where have you been?” Sam hissed.
Al looked startled. “What? What happened?”
“Oh, not much,” Sam said, voice dripping sarcasm. “It’s just that we’ve got this guy tied up in the closet because he suspects we’re not really with the Dharma Initiative.”
Al blinked. “What guy?”
Sam threw up his hands. “Does it matter?”
“Well, no, not unless his name is Daniel Faraday because Ziggy says there’s an 86% chance *he’s* the guy who’s gonna blow up the island.”
Sam reeled. “Daniel? The scientist?”
“Yeah, get this: he’s a quantum physicist who’s been conducting experiments on *time travel*.”
“Time travel,” Sam repeated dumbly.
“Yeah. Only he hasn’t figured out a way to get the experiments to work without scrambling the subject’s brain and uh...killing them.”
“Obviously his mother figured it out.”
“Yeah, well, you can talk to him about it yourself. He’s headed this way.”
“What?”
The doorbell rang before Al could reply. Sam gaped at it, trying to get his mind caught up to this abrupt turn of events.
Al gestured emphatically toward the door. “Go! Before anybody wakes up!”
Sam stumbled toward the door and opened it to find a somewhat disheveled looking, bearded man on the porch.
“How did you do it, Jack? How did you get back here,” he demanded, pushing past Sam into the house.
Sam stared at Miles, who crept in behind Daniel.
“Don’t look at me,” Miles said defensively. “I just drove him here.”
Sam closed the door behind them. “Keep your voices down. Sawyer and Juliet are still sleeping.”
“How did you get here,” Daniel repeated insistently.
Sam tried to recall the sequence of events Jack and Hurley had described – a difficult task as he was more concerned at the moment with the other occupants of the cabin. “Um...we got on a plane...”
Understanding flashed on Daniel’s face immediately. “Who told you to get on a plane?”
“Go ahead, tell him,” Al urged.
“As a matter of fact, it was your mother, Daniel.”
Daniel seemed to deflate a little. “Let me guess. She told you this was your destiny.”
Sam glanced at Al, who nodded. “Uh, yeah. She did.”
“Well, I’ve got bad news for you, Jack. She was wrong. You’re not supposed to be here at all.”
Daniel brushed past Sam on his way back out the door without another word, Miles trailing after him.
“Wait, what do you mean?” Sam followed them outside, where they climbed into a waiting Jeep. “What do you mean we’re not supposed to be here?”
“I’ll be right back, I just have to run an errand,” Daniel called absently while Miles started the truck.
The pair drove off, leaving Sam standing by the dirt path.
“Jack.”
Sam spun to find a worried-looking Sawyer standing in the doorway, silently demanding an explanation.
“Daniel Faraday’s back.”
Sawyer blinked, looking after the now-vanished Jeep and then back at Sam. “What’d he want?”
Sam rubbed his forehead. “I don’t know.” He glanced at Al from the corner of his eye. His friend looked just as at a loss as he was. “Follow him, Al,” he muttered under his breath.
“Huh? Oh, sure...” Al fired up his handlink with a beep. “Gushie, center me on Daniel!” A moment later, he disappeared.
Sam went back up the porch steps and past Sawyer into the house. “We need to do something about Phil before somebody notices he’s missing.”
Sawyer closed the door and caught Sam’s wrist in one smooth movement, spinning him around. “Hey, settle down.” He cupped Sam’s chin in his other hand and forced their eyes to meet. “Let me handle it.”
Sam’s eyes darted to the hallway as Juliet – obviously just woken up by all the noise – poked her head around the corner. “Fine,” he agreed.
Sawyer relaxed a little and rubbed Sam’s cheek with his thumb. “Good. Now, you go get Kate ‘fore she goes to work. Jules and I’ll round up Hugo and Jin. We’ll meet you back here.”
Sam nodded. He would have preferred to follow Daniel, but as long as Al was keeping an eye on him he could focus on one crisis at a time. If Ziggy was right, the bomb wouldn’t go off for another few hours. “Okay.”
TBC
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Date: 2010-01-21 04:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-03 04:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-24 03:17 am (UTC)I giggled a little when Miles was all like "Don't look at me"
This is totally making me want to go bug my mom to let me borrow her DVDs of Quantum Leap. Can't wait for more!!
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Date: 2010-02-03 05:06 am (UTC)