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[139] Lost and Found (Quantum Leap)
Theme Prompt: #139 - Getting Lost
Title: Lost and Found
Fandom: Quantum Leap
Rating/Warnings: G
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 976
Summary: Sam is lost but luckily, he has Al to help him find his way again
Sometimes the most beautiful things can be deadly.
Sam’s struggled to keep his footing as he scrambled over the loose gravel covering the path. He’d been walking for nearly an hour yet wasn’t sure why he kept moving forward. He was alone and had no idea where he was supposed to be heading and even less of an idea of where he was, so he just continued in the direction his host had been traveling when he’d leaped in.
There wasn’t anything else to do until Al arrived anyway.
It should have been peaceful. There was no one shooting at him, he wasn’t wearing a dress, and he didn’t even have to pretend to be someone’s lover or parent. The scenery was beautiful, a lush green forest and a deep blue sky with fluffy white clouds.
It was a rare gift.
So why was he fighting an overpowering feeling of discontent?
“Hiya, Sammy!”
The unexpected entrance of his holographic friend startled Sam, sending his feet out from under him and landing him on his rear.
“Thanks, Al,” he muttered wryly.
“Are you okay, Sam?”
“Bruised… ego,” he answered, getting up and brushing the dirt from his jeans. “Could be worse.” He gestured to his surroundings expansively. “Paradise.”
Al didn’t seem so taken by the view. “Looks can be deceiving.”
Ah, there it was. The reason Sam wasn’t enjoying himself. It figured. “Okay, what happened to Demarcus Jones in the original timeline?” he asked resignedly.
“How’d you know his name?” Al asked, sounding as put out as he usually did when Sam beat him to the information punch.
Sam rolled his eyes, patting the wallet in his back pocket. “I.D. I’ve been here for almost an hour, not much else to do.” He tried to keep the reproach out of his voice, but Al’s next words told him he’d failed.
“Yeah, well, I was busy,” he responded defensively, stabbing at the buttons on the handlink.
“Aren’t you always,” Sam muttered darkly, unable to prevent the meanspirited thoughts from intruding. It wasn’t like Calavicci was shy about sharing his many romantic conquests.
“Talking to the guy in the waiting room,” Al emphasized. “He thinks he ate the wrong wild mushroom and is hallucinating.” He snorted in amusement.
Feeling like a jerk, Sam slid down the rock face behind him until he sat on the ground. “Sorry. I’m sorry, I’m just feeling… weird.”
Al squatted down. “Define ‘weird.’”
“Do you know why I’m here?” he asked instead of answering.
Al rubbed a hand over his face. “You’re on an offshoot of the Appalachian Trail in Georgia. Demarcus just started his solo hike, he was planning to do the whole thing up to Maine, but it looks like he got lost pretty quick.”
“He never made it, did he?”
Al shook his head. “They never found the body. His family was heartbroken. So, the first thing we need to do is get you on the right trail. Which is back that way,” he said, jabbing a thumb in the direction Sam had come from.
“And the second thing?”
Al sighed. “Keep you from taking a header off a mountain or getting bitten by a venomous snake until you leap.”
“Sounds like a piece of cake to me,” Sam opined, getting up and trudging back towards the correct trail. “We’ve been in tighter spots than this. How far do I have to go before I leap?”
“Not sure. You remember the leap where you had to keep that witness protection chick alive?” When Sam looked at him blankly, he waved his hand. “Nah, of course not. Every time we prevented her from getting killed at one location, it moved somewhere else. So, when you get Demarcus past the danger point, wherever that is, you’ll leap.”
“I just hope that’s not in Maine.”
XXX
After a long day on the trail, Sam made camp at dusk, spreading out the bedroll and getting a fire going. He was sore and tired, and since he’d forgotten to use the bug spray, pretty bitten up. Al had popped out a few times, but he’d seemed content to traverse the path at Sam’s side.
The darkness seemed to soften the edges of Sam’s nerves and a peace settled over him despite the minor discomfort of hours of physical activity. It was a rare moment of grace in a challenging and dangerous life, and he was grateful to have it.
“What did you mean before,” Al asked, watching Sam stir the beans he was heating for dinner. “When you said you felt weird?”
Sam dished out his dinner and sat back on a log before answering, trying to recall his earlier thoughts. “I guess I feel… lost.”
“You’re not lost, don’t worry, Ziggy’s got the route mapped out,” Al assured. He pointed the handlink toward the path, a red beam highlighting the trail.
“I don’t mean literally. I guess I’m wondering what the point of it all is.” If he kept saying, ‘I guess,’ maybe he was no longer sure.
“Hey, we’ve accomplished something!”
“I know we’ve helped a lot of people while leaping, and I don’t regret that. I just…” Felt aimless, untethered? Even as he thought it, Sam realized it wasn’t true. Now he felt content. Safe. What had changed?
As Sam gazed across the fire at Al, it came to him. He laughed softly, earning an inquiring look from his partner.
“It’s okay, Al. I’m not lost anymore.”
No matter where in time Sam was, or how far away from the place he started from, as long as Al was by his side, he was home.
Their eyes met across the dancing flames, and Sam saw the moment when Al heard what he hadn’t said. The older man’s eyes softened, and he smiled back at his dearest friend.
“I feel the same way, Sam."
Title: Lost and Found
Fandom: Quantum Leap
Rating/Warnings: G
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 976
Summary: Sam is lost but luckily, he has Al to help him find his way again
Sometimes the most beautiful things can be deadly.
Sam’s struggled to keep his footing as he scrambled over the loose gravel covering the path. He’d been walking for nearly an hour yet wasn’t sure why he kept moving forward. He was alone and had no idea where he was supposed to be heading and even less of an idea of where he was, so he just continued in the direction his host had been traveling when he’d leaped in.
There wasn’t anything else to do until Al arrived anyway.
It should have been peaceful. There was no one shooting at him, he wasn’t wearing a dress, and he didn’t even have to pretend to be someone’s lover or parent. The scenery was beautiful, a lush green forest and a deep blue sky with fluffy white clouds.
It was a rare gift.
So why was he fighting an overpowering feeling of discontent?
“Hiya, Sammy!”
The unexpected entrance of his holographic friend startled Sam, sending his feet out from under him and landing him on his rear.
“Thanks, Al,” he muttered wryly.
“Are you okay, Sam?”
“Bruised… ego,” he answered, getting up and brushing the dirt from his jeans. “Could be worse.” He gestured to his surroundings expansively. “Paradise.”
Al didn’t seem so taken by the view. “Looks can be deceiving.”
Ah, there it was. The reason Sam wasn’t enjoying himself. It figured. “Okay, what happened to Demarcus Jones in the original timeline?” he asked resignedly.
“How’d you know his name?” Al asked, sounding as put out as he usually did when Sam beat him to the information punch.
Sam rolled his eyes, patting the wallet in his back pocket. “I.D. I’ve been here for almost an hour, not much else to do.” He tried to keep the reproach out of his voice, but Al’s next words told him he’d failed.
“Yeah, well, I was busy,” he responded defensively, stabbing at the buttons on the handlink.
“Aren’t you always,” Sam muttered darkly, unable to prevent the meanspirited thoughts from intruding. It wasn’t like Calavicci was shy about sharing his many romantic conquests.
“Talking to the guy in the waiting room,” Al emphasized. “He thinks he ate the wrong wild mushroom and is hallucinating.” He snorted in amusement.
Feeling like a jerk, Sam slid down the rock face behind him until he sat on the ground. “Sorry. I’m sorry, I’m just feeling… weird.”
Al squatted down. “Define ‘weird.’”
“Do you know why I’m here?” he asked instead of answering.
Al rubbed a hand over his face. “You’re on an offshoot of the Appalachian Trail in Georgia. Demarcus just started his solo hike, he was planning to do the whole thing up to Maine, but it looks like he got lost pretty quick.”
“He never made it, did he?”
Al shook his head. “They never found the body. His family was heartbroken. So, the first thing we need to do is get you on the right trail. Which is back that way,” he said, jabbing a thumb in the direction Sam had come from.
“And the second thing?”
Al sighed. “Keep you from taking a header off a mountain or getting bitten by a venomous snake until you leap.”
“Sounds like a piece of cake to me,” Sam opined, getting up and trudging back towards the correct trail. “We’ve been in tighter spots than this. How far do I have to go before I leap?”
“Not sure. You remember the leap where you had to keep that witness protection chick alive?” When Sam looked at him blankly, he waved his hand. “Nah, of course not. Every time we prevented her from getting killed at one location, it moved somewhere else. So, when you get Demarcus past the danger point, wherever that is, you’ll leap.”
“I just hope that’s not in Maine.”
XXX
After a long day on the trail, Sam made camp at dusk, spreading out the bedroll and getting a fire going. He was sore and tired, and since he’d forgotten to use the bug spray, pretty bitten up. Al had popped out a few times, but he’d seemed content to traverse the path at Sam’s side.
The darkness seemed to soften the edges of Sam’s nerves and a peace settled over him despite the minor discomfort of hours of physical activity. It was a rare moment of grace in a challenging and dangerous life, and he was grateful to have it.
“What did you mean before,” Al asked, watching Sam stir the beans he was heating for dinner. “When you said you felt weird?”
Sam dished out his dinner and sat back on a log before answering, trying to recall his earlier thoughts. “I guess I feel… lost.”
“You’re not lost, don’t worry, Ziggy’s got the route mapped out,” Al assured. He pointed the handlink toward the path, a red beam highlighting the trail.
“I don’t mean literally. I guess I’m wondering what the point of it all is.” If he kept saying, ‘I guess,’ maybe he was no longer sure.
“Hey, we’ve accomplished something!”
“I know we’ve helped a lot of people while leaping, and I don’t regret that. I just…” Felt aimless, untethered? Even as he thought it, Sam realized it wasn’t true. Now he felt content. Safe. What had changed?
As Sam gazed across the fire at Al, it came to him. He laughed softly, earning an inquiring look from his partner.
“It’s okay, Al. I’m not lost anymore.”
No matter where in time Sam was, or how far away from the place he started from, as long as Al was by his side, he was home.
Their eyes met across the dancing flames, and Sam saw the moment when Al heard what he hadn’t said. The older man’s eyes softened, and he smiled back at his dearest friend.
“I feel the same way, Sam."
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I haven't been interested in many series during the last years as there always seemed to be the same story lines and nowadays everything seems to be just shows for existing canons like Marvel and Star Wars.
Ans here I am secretly enjoying shows I have watched as kid but never actually write for them.
My biggest love is probably 7th heaven where I have some episodes floating around that I got hold of.
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The old shows are the best shows, for sure!
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