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Quantum Leap - The "Lost" Episode - Part 7
E-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
*********
Sam, Kate and Daniel arrived at the edge of a campsite a couple minutes later.
“Wish me luck,” Daniel said and went ahead down the hill toward the nearest tent without another word, his pistol held loosely by his side.
“Wait,” Sam whispered, moving to grab him. He was already too far away.
“No, let him go,” Kate whispered, grabbing for Sam’s arm.
Sam clenched his jaw and squatted beside Kate, gun drawn, watching warily as Daniel crept toward the “hostiles” camp. He didn’t like standing by and doing nothing. He knew there had to be something he could do, but without more information he wasn’t sure what.
“Jack, you realize he’s crazy,” Kate murmured.
Sam sighed. “He’s not crazy. Suicidal, maybe...but what if he’s right? What if this is what I’m...what *we’re* here to do? What if this is our chance to put things right?”
Before Kate could say anything two gunshots ripped through the air, making them both jump.
Sam looked down the hill to see Daniel crumple to the ground. “No,” he moaned. He moved to get up, but Kate grabbed him, tugging him back away from the campsite.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“They shot him...”
“They’re gonna shoot you too! We have to go!”
“She’s right, Sam.”
Sam jumped as Al appeared suddenly, looking haggard. “I’m sorry, Sam. We didn’t see it coming,” he admitted.
“Now!” Kate dragged him back and they staggered out onto a dirt path running beside the treeline.
Before they could get any further two men appeared on horseback, riding straight for them. Sam was still gaping at them stupidly, wondering if this island could get any more bizarre, when one of the riders rounded on him and slammed the butt of a rifle into his face. The second, younger rider jumped from his horse and waved his rifle in Kate’s face before she could go to him, snarling “don’t move!”
Sam rolled to his hands and knees, shaking his head to ward off dizziness.
“Sam, look out,” Al barked as the first rider dismounted and headed straight for him.
Sam pushed himself up onto his knees and arched his back, narrowly avoiding the kick the man aimed at his ribs. He spun away from the kick, jumping to his feet and kicking the man’s other leg out from under him in one smooth movement. He landed in a fighting stance, hands raised in front of him. The man responded by pulling a pistol out from somewhere in a move so fast Sam couldn’t quite follow it. Sam clenched his jaw and slowly raised his hands in defeat, easing into an upright position while the man scrambled to stand up.
“Who the bloody hell are you,” the man snarled angrily.
“Don’t tell them anything, Sam,” Al warned.
The second man wrenched Sam’s arms behind him, tying his wrists together roughly. Sam glanced at Kate, whose hands were already tied and who was looking at him with a confused expression. He shook his head subtly.
The man with the pistol slammed the butt of it into Sam’s temple.
“Hey,” Al yelped even though nobody but Sam could hear it.
“We should take them back. See if Richard recognizes them,” the second man said.
The first man grunted and spun Sam around, jamming the pistol in his back and prodding him down the dirt path. “Move.”
“Ziggy says this guy is Charles Widmore. Jack says he faked a plane crash in the future so nobody would come looking for survivors and find this place.”
“Where did you learn to fight like that,” Kate asked as she was pushed into step beside Sam.
Sam ripped his attention from Al. “Huh? Oh...boy scouts.”
She looked even more confused. “You never told me you were a boy scout.”
Sam pursed his lips and remained silent as they were pushed into the camp, a couple yards away from Daniel’s body. Widmore broke away to go talk to the man and woman standing over Daniel.
“Is that Richard,” Sam asked absently, nodding to the exotic looking man.
“Yes,” Al and Kate both answered automatically. “And the woman is Daniel’s mother,” Al added.
The woman’s eyes locked on Sam. “Did you come here with this man,” she called.
Sam looked at Kate, who looked stunned, and nodded. “Yes.”
“Put them in my tent,” Eloise told the thuggish man behind them, who shoved them into said tent without question, pushing a little too roughly.
Sam felt a jolt go through his knees as he hit the ground. Kate let out a distressed yelp as she was dropped none too gently a few feet away.
“Hey, take it easy,” Sam protested.
The man spun, his boot crashing into Sam’s face before he had time to duck. “Don’t talk,” he growled.
“You nozzle,” Al snarled directly into the man’s face.
Completely unaware of the bolts of fire Al was shooting at him, the man turned and left the tent.
“Are you okay,” Kate asked.
Sam spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, making Al wince. “Yeah.”
“Sam, Ziggy says the odds of the bomb going off just dropped to practically zero, but...” he sighed. “The EMP is still going to go off, which will amount to practically the same thing.”
“And I’m still here, which means I can’t have come here to stop the bomb,” Sam hissed.
“What,” Kate called from the other side of the tent.
“The EMP is going to go off no matter what I do,” Sam continued, ignoring her. “The incident Daniel was talking about – it happened. It is going to happen. What if I’m not supposed to *stop* him from detonating the bomb? What if I’m supposed to make sure it goes off?”
“Jack, who are you talking to,” Kate asked, becoming alarmed.
Sam turned to her, sitting carefully on a low stool on his side of the tent. “How many people have died since we crashed here?”
From the flicker of pained sadness in her eyes he guessed the answer was more than a couple.
“If we do what Daniel said, our plane will never crash and they’ll still be alive. We could change our past. Wipe it clean.”
“And what about us? We all just go on living our lives because we’ve never met,” Kate argued.
“She has a point, Sam.”
Sam opened his mouth – not entirely sure what he was going to say to that – but Eloise chose that moment to come into the tent.
“The man I shot,” she began, addressing Sam. “What did he need the bomb for?”
Sam blinked at her, his mouth snapping firmly shut. He wasn’t about to tell her anything until he knew where she stood.
She looked at the diary in her hand – the same one Daniel had been carrying earlier – and flipped through the pages absently. “I need you to tell me why he needed the bomb,” she said almost numbly.
“I don’t think you’d believe me,” Sam said finally.
Eloise squatted beside him. “When I was 17 years old, I took a young man to the bomb. He proceeded to tell me that if we buried it underground then things would work out splendidly. When I asked him how he could be so sure he said that he was from the future. And then he disappeared. Right in front of my bloody eyes.” Her voice broke as tears formed in her eyes. “Ten minutes ago, I shot that man in the back. And before he...died, he told me that he...” She blinked. “He said he was my son. Explain to me, and you have my word I will believe you.” She waved the open diary in front of Sam’s face. “How is this my handwriting if I don’t remember writing it?”
Sam looked down at the page Eloise was showing him. In an elegant script, it said “no matter what, remember than I will always love you. Mother.”
“Uh, Sam,” Al said somberly, consulting his device. “Judging by Daniel’s birthdate...she’s two months pregnant.”
Sam looked at the woman who had just unknowingly killed the son she had yet to give birth to and felt a pang of sympathy. “Because you haven’t written it yet. Look, I know this might be difficult to understand right now, but what just happened...it was an accident. And I think there’s a way we can fix it.”
“Jack,” Kate cut in.
“Sam,” Al said warningly at the same moment.
Eloise held up a hand without looking back at Kate, silencing her. “What?”
“Your son came back here because he’d found a way to fix everything. He doesn’t have to be dead – you don’t have to have killed him. He wrote his plan in that journal. If we follow it, none of this will have happened.”
Eloise, looking stunned and somewhat alarmed, finally turned to address Kate. “Does he know what he’s talking about?”
Kate stared at the far wall of the tent. “He thinks he does,” she murmured, her voice flat, resigned.
Eloise looked back and forth between the two captives, then down at the journal filled with scientific formulas in her future son’s messy scrawl. She nodded. “All right then. I’ll take you to the bomb.”
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
*********
Sam, Kate and Daniel arrived at the edge of a campsite a couple minutes later.
“Wish me luck,” Daniel said and went ahead down the hill toward the nearest tent without another word, his pistol held loosely by his side.
“Wait,” Sam whispered, moving to grab him. He was already too far away.
“No, let him go,” Kate whispered, grabbing for Sam’s arm.
Sam clenched his jaw and squatted beside Kate, gun drawn, watching warily as Daniel crept toward the “hostiles” camp. He didn’t like standing by and doing nothing. He knew there had to be something he could do, but without more information he wasn’t sure what.
“Jack, you realize he’s crazy,” Kate murmured.
Sam sighed. “He’s not crazy. Suicidal, maybe...but what if he’s right? What if this is what I’m...what *we’re* here to do? What if this is our chance to put things right?”
Before Kate could say anything two gunshots ripped through the air, making them both jump.
Sam looked down the hill to see Daniel crumple to the ground. “No,” he moaned. He moved to get up, but Kate grabbed him, tugging him back away from the campsite.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“They shot him...”
“They’re gonna shoot you too! We have to go!”
“She’s right, Sam.”
Sam jumped as Al appeared suddenly, looking haggard. “I’m sorry, Sam. We didn’t see it coming,” he admitted.
“Now!” Kate dragged him back and they staggered out onto a dirt path running beside the treeline.
Before they could get any further two men appeared on horseback, riding straight for them. Sam was still gaping at them stupidly, wondering if this island could get any more bizarre, when one of the riders rounded on him and slammed the butt of a rifle into his face. The second, younger rider jumped from his horse and waved his rifle in Kate’s face before she could go to him, snarling “don’t move!”
Sam rolled to his hands and knees, shaking his head to ward off dizziness.
“Sam, look out,” Al barked as the first rider dismounted and headed straight for him.
Sam pushed himself up onto his knees and arched his back, narrowly avoiding the kick the man aimed at his ribs. He spun away from the kick, jumping to his feet and kicking the man’s other leg out from under him in one smooth movement. He landed in a fighting stance, hands raised in front of him. The man responded by pulling a pistol out from somewhere in a move so fast Sam couldn’t quite follow it. Sam clenched his jaw and slowly raised his hands in defeat, easing into an upright position while the man scrambled to stand up.
“Who the bloody hell are you,” the man snarled angrily.
“Don’t tell them anything, Sam,” Al warned.
The second man wrenched Sam’s arms behind him, tying his wrists together roughly. Sam glanced at Kate, whose hands were already tied and who was looking at him with a confused expression. He shook his head subtly.
The man with the pistol slammed the butt of it into Sam’s temple.
“Hey,” Al yelped even though nobody but Sam could hear it.
“We should take them back. See if Richard recognizes them,” the second man said.
The first man grunted and spun Sam around, jamming the pistol in his back and prodding him down the dirt path. “Move.”
“Ziggy says this guy is Charles Widmore. Jack says he faked a plane crash in the future so nobody would come looking for survivors and find this place.”
“Where did you learn to fight like that,” Kate asked as she was pushed into step beside Sam.
Sam ripped his attention from Al. “Huh? Oh...boy scouts.”
She looked even more confused. “You never told me you were a boy scout.”
Sam pursed his lips and remained silent as they were pushed into the camp, a couple yards away from Daniel’s body. Widmore broke away to go talk to the man and woman standing over Daniel.
“Is that Richard,” Sam asked absently, nodding to the exotic looking man.
“Yes,” Al and Kate both answered automatically. “And the woman is Daniel’s mother,” Al added.
The woman’s eyes locked on Sam. “Did you come here with this man,” she called.
Sam looked at Kate, who looked stunned, and nodded. “Yes.”
“Put them in my tent,” Eloise told the thuggish man behind them, who shoved them into said tent without question, pushing a little too roughly.
Sam felt a jolt go through his knees as he hit the ground. Kate let out a distressed yelp as she was dropped none too gently a few feet away.
“Hey, take it easy,” Sam protested.
The man spun, his boot crashing into Sam’s face before he had time to duck. “Don’t talk,” he growled.
“You nozzle,” Al snarled directly into the man’s face.
Completely unaware of the bolts of fire Al was shooting at him, the man turned and left the tent.
“Are you okay,” Kate asked.
Sam spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, making Al wince. “Yeah.”
“Sam, Ziggy says the odds of the bomb going off just dropped to practically zero, but...” he sighed. “The EMP is still going to go off, which will amount to practically the same thing.”
“And I’m still here, which means I can’t have come here to stop the bomb,” Sam hissed.
“What,” Kate called from the other side of the tent.
“The EMP is going to go off no matter what I do,” Sam continued, ignoring her. “The incident Daniel was talking about – it happened. It is going to happen. What if I’m not supposed to *stop* him from detonating the bomb? What if I’m supposed to make sure it goes off?”
“Jack, who are you talking to,” Kate asked, becoming alarmed.
Sam turned to her, sitting carefully on a low stool on his side of the tent. “How many people have died since we crashed here?”
From the flicker of pained sadness in her eyes he guessed the answer was more than a couple.
“If we do what Daniel said, our plane will never crash and they’ll still be alive. We could change our past. Wipe it clean.”
“And what about us? We all just go on living our lives because we’ve never met,” Kate argued.
“She has a point, Sam.”
Sam opened his mouth – not entirely sure what he was going to say to that – but Eloise chose that moment to come into the tent.
“The man I shot,” she began, addressing Sam. “What did he need the bomb for?”
Sam blinked at her, his mouth snapping firmly shut. He wasn’t about to tell her anything until he knew where she stood.
She looked at the diary in her hand – the same one Daniel had been carrying earlier – and flipped through the pages absently. “I need you to tell me why he needed the bomb,” she said almost numbly.
“I don’t think you’d believe me,” Sam said finally.
Eloise squatted beside him. “When I was 17 years old, I took a young man to the bomb. He proceeded to tell me that if we buried it underground then things would work out splendidly. When I asked him how he could be so sure he said that he was from the future. And then he disappeared. Right in front of my bloody eyes.” Her voice broke as tears formed in her eyes. “Ten minutes ago, I shot that man in the back. And before he...died, he told me that he...” She blinked. “He said he was my son. Explain to me, and you have my word I will believe you.” She waved the open diary in front of Sam’s face. “How is this my handwriting if I don’t remember writing it?”
Sam looked down at the page Eloise was showing him. In an elegant script, it said “no matter what, remember than I will always love you. Mother.”
“Uh, Sam,” Al said somberly, consulting his device. “Judging by Daniel’s birthdate...she’s two months pregnant.”
Sam looked at the woman who had just unknowingly killed the son she had yet to give birth to and felt a pang of sympathy. “Because you haven’t written it yet. Look, I know this might be difficult to understand right now, but what just happened...it was an accident. And I think there’s a way we can fix it.”
“Jack,” Kate cut in.
“Sam,” Al said warningly at the same moment.
Eloise held up a hand without looking back at Kate, silencing her. “What?”
“Your son came back here because he’d found a way to fix everything. He doesn’t have to be dead – you don’t have to have killed him. He wrote his plan in that journal. If we follow it, none of this will have happened.”
Eloise, looking stunned and somewhat alarmed, finally turned to address Kate. “Does he know what he’s talking about?”
Kate stared at the far wall of the tent. “He thinks he does,” she murmured, her voice flat, resigned.
Eloise looked back and forth between the two captives, then down at the journal filled with scientific formulas in her future son’s messy scrawl. She nodded. “All right then. I’ll take you to the bomb.”
TBC
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