A Crossed Leap - A PSL for a real Quantum Tangle

[quantum_entangled]

Warning for spoilers for all things Quantum Leap

CW: for death mentions, angst, and history.

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[quantum_entangled]

"Oh that's ringing all the bells, I assure you. And my not laving the chamber right now has nothing to do with not wanting to be anywhere near the control room right now and everything to do with not losing this signal, this connection to you, however it occurred. You are Sam, right?" A tone that made it clear there was only one acceptable answer.

[whatoncewentwrong]

...And now he was definitely alarmed. "Of course I'm Sam," he said. "Doctor Sam Beckett. Leapees aside, who else would I be? And you still haven't told me who you are."

Sam took a step in the general direction of her voice only to stumble over something. Addison would hear a clatter, followed by Sam cursing under his breath. He sighed. "Hold on... let me find the light switch." A moment of feeling around the wall near the door later, an overhead fluorescent light of the type one might find in the average office building came on, revealing them to be inside a janitor's closet, and the thing Sam stumbled over to be a rolling bucket, the mop that had been in it now lying on the floor.

And the light would erase any doubts about who she was talking to, because while the face looking back at her was not Ben's, to anyone working at Quantum Leap, it would be very familiar....

[quantum_entangled]

"Captain Addison Allison Augustine, Military Intelligence currently assigned to project Quantum Leap. And... Well let's just say you're not the only Leaper. Not any more." A deep breath as she ran a hand through her hair. "And if I am with you, then my guess as to where Al is? Yah, let's just say I suspect Magic has his hands full right about now." She shook her head. "Or h's watching with his jaw open. In which case, Jenn owes me ten bucks."

[whatoncewentwrong]

Well... That explained a lot while at the same time presenting about a million more questions and concerns. Sam ran a hand through his own hair. "...Oh boy," he said. He took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. One thing stood out to him though, and proved far easier to verbalize than any of the other questions currently racing through his mind. "Magic... Is that the same Magic who was part of my brother's unit in Vietnam? The soldier I leaped into?"

[quantum_entangled]

"You remember him?" she asked, surprised but pleased. "Yes, the same magic. He's determined to bring you home, Sam. We all are."

[whatoncewentwrong]

"Hard to forget that leap," Sam said, "even with my memory the way it is." He'd never forget the chance he got to save his brother's life. Or the cost that chance had come at.

And speaking of costs, this case of quantum cross wiring had presented him with an opportunity to address one sort of cost in particular that he doubted he would get again. "Has Magic... well has he ever mentioned whether or not he was OK with what I did?", he said. "Not in terms of saving people, but in terms of leaping into him in the first place? I mean I know I'm there to help, but the fact is that I'm still taking over the lives of the people I leap into for however long I'm there, and I can't exactly ask their permission first."

[quantum_entangled]

"No you can't, but Sam? Magic is on the project now. Actively working to make it so another Leaper could come back and find you to bring you home. Pretty sure he's okay with it. But tell you what, let's get you home, then you can talk to him yourself."

[whatoncewentwrong]

"Deal," he said with a brief smile. He didn't know if this mishap actually increased his chances of getting home or not, but was willing to go with it for now. He always had been something of an optimist. "Though that brings up another question; if everyone back home is still working on a way for someone to come back and find me, why did your friend already leap? That seems more likely to just wind up with two people lost in time instead of one."

[quantum_entangled]

"Yeah... we're still working on that one. For one thing we were nowhere near ready. For another... I was supposed to be the Leaper, and believe me, he'll be getting an earful when he gets home." When, not if. She refuses to even consider an if.