|The Little Things
Author: DaughterofHades16 PM
Dr. Sam Beckett finds himself in the body of a man five inches tall. DISCLAIMER: I ONLY OWN THE CHARACTERS I MADE UP.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure/Sci-Fi - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,513 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 05-13-11 - Published: 10-23-10 - id: 6420349
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Theorizing that one could time travel within his own lifetime, Dr. Sam Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap accelerator and vanished.
He awoke to find himself trapped in the past, facing mirror images that were not his own, and driven by an unknown force to change history for the better.
His only guide on this journey is Al, an observer from his own time, who appears in the form of a hologram that only Sam can see and hear. And so, Dr. Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life, striving to put right what once went wrong, and hoping each time that his next leap will be the leap home.
Dr. Samuel Beckett blinked out the brilliant blue light that occurred after each leap. He'd gotten used to leaping into strange places. What he wasn't used to was dangling in the air, far from the ground, being held up by only the grasp of a man.
Naturally, Sam screamed.
"Quiet!" the man hissed in a strong British accent. "How many times to I have to tell you? Those beans could hear you." The man pulled Sam up.
Sam found himself standing on a wooden surface. Looking around, he didn't recognize anything to be of normal size. He walked forward.
"Where am I?" he asked the man.
"You alright, Pin?" he asked. "I knew your first time out would be a doozy, but I never expected this. This job certainly keeps you on your toes."
Sam looked to his right. There was a very, very large mirror where the wall should've been. Sam's focus fell to his own reflection. He had red hair, like the other man. He wore a baggy shirt that seemed to be made from a sock. His pants were made out of a beige cloth that felt like burlap.
In the background, it looked like a bedroom. Sam spun around. It was indeed a bedroom. But it was immense, fit for a giant. Sam came to a conclusion. Either he'd leaped into Jack and the Beanstalk, or…he'd leaped into a tiny person.
Sam turned to once again face his reflection.
Meanwhile, in the waiting room…
It was the job of Dr. Verbeena Beeks, as the team's psychiatrist, to win the trust over the Leapee and get some basic information at the very least.
She entered the waiting room and readied her pen and clipboard for notes. As the door closed, it appeared that she was alone in the waiting room. She looked around, but the room seemed empty except for the desk and chairs that made up the center of the room. Dr. Beeks pressed a communication button on the wall.
"Beeks to Gushie. Are you sure that Dr. Sam has leapt?" She said into the speaker.
"Yes, we're sure. The new Leapee should be in there somewhere." Gushie's voice echoed in the small room.
Feeling ridiculous, Dr. Beeks set her clipboard down and knelt down to look under the desk. She yelped when she saw a tiny creature cowering under a chair. It, in turn, screamed and bolted in the opposite direction.
Still in shock, the psychiatrist grabbed her clipboard and stood. She jumped over the table and slammed her clipboard in front of the tiny creature. Before it could stop itself, it ran onto it. Dr. Beeks lifted the clipboard before it could get away.
Dr. Beeks stared in awe at the small man on her clipboard backed away to the edge of it in fear.
"Please don't squish me!" he begged. "Spare me!"
"Why would you think I would squish you?" Dr. Beeks asked in a soothing (and hopefully calming) tone of voice.
The little man seemed shocked that she would ask that question. "Well," he said, like it was obvious, "you're a bean. Beans squish borrowers if one of us is seen."
Dr. Beeks sat down, trying to keep the Leapee from going into cardiac arrest.
"So, you're a borrower?" She asked, trying to get the information out of him.
"Yes. Now, where am I? Am I dead? I must be. There's no way I survived that fall."
"No." Dr. Beeks assured. "You're not dead, but you're far from home. But we can get you back. All we need is information." She set the clipboard down and let the tiny man step onto the desk. She clicked her pen and began taking notes as quickly as the man said the information.