Author's Note: I started writing this novelette several years ago at the request of my mother who felt the TV series could have ended better. I must confess that Quantum Leap is not a series that I'm very familiar with, though I do remember watching it back when it was on. I owe countless thanks to Julie Barrett for her invaluable book "Quantum Leap A to Z", published by Boulevard Books, which really does have everything from Al to Ziggy. All of my terms and the spellings for the various names come from this book which also has a brief synopsis of every episode filmed. Mark Davalos is the creation of L Elizabeth Storm (Pulitzer), or at least that's what my old notes said. I don't know how true to the book my Mark has remained through all the revisions this story has suffered through.

I stole these characters, (except for: Mindy, the O'Malley family, Cynthia Marley, Ms. Garcia, Aunt Elizabeth and her dog, Ms. Sanchez, Fr. Jim, Mr. Jackson, Charlie, and Jake which are mine) and have immensely enjoyed playing with them. I suspect I broke a few, for which I am heartily sorry – I think. At any rate, if the proper owners wish to sue me please note the old adage about blood and turnips.

A thousand thank you's to Jedi Ani Unduli who took the time to beta my first 6 chapters. Any mistakes are entirely my own; also many thanks to my brother who helped me with several scenes with troublesome Mindy and helped me develop the O'Malley theory.

The Leap Home

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He was tired, he remembered all those times he pulled all nighters and double shifts as an intern where only sheer will power kept his eyes open. That was nothing to this. He tried to open his eyes.

"Turn him on his side," someone said. Nausea gripped him. The world lurched sickeningly and he quickly shut his eyes as waves of pain threatened to drown him. The voice spoke again but somehow it seemed to be receding, muffled by the roaring in his ears. He remembered Leaping. Something had gone wrong though. He remembered seeing the room, a standard private hospital room, and the indescribable sick feeling starting in his head, then nothing. Now the room had that air that hospitals take on when some crises has past but no one knows yet if the patient is truly stable.

He was so tired. Sleep beckoned him with promises of escape from the pain, a safe retreat from a world suddenly unsafe. It was so tempting. He could always find out what happened later. The world slipped away, the noise and the pain receding as the darkness claimed him.


It had been harrying there for awhile. The Leap had triggered some kind of seizure, which neither surprised nor frightened the Visitor. His behavior as well as the EEG readings told Verbena that it probably wasn't his first seizure. He had epilepsy. It wasn't the seizure that had the Admiral pacing like a caged tiger just outside the Waiting Room door though.

"How is he?" Al asked around his cigar, never once breaking stride.

"Resting; whatever they did to Sam seems to be affecting him too."

"What?" Al snapped finally coming to face the Project psychiatrist. "The medicine they gave Sam did what?" Al could be an imposing figure when he put his mind to it but Verbena wasn't easily intimidated.

"The medicine they gave Sam stopped the Visitor's seizure as well." She watched Al carefully.

"Has anything like that ever happen before?"


Al snorted and continued pacing, completely ignoring the woman before him. This Leap was already highly unusual. Verbena waited for the Admiral to stop pacing again.

Finally she got tired of waiting, "Is it true what Ziggy said?" She said trying to draw him out, "Did Sam Leap into our year?"

Al finally stopped pacing and looked Verbena right in the eye. "October 13, 2005. 12 p.m."

Less than 3 hours in the past.

"Eastern Standard Time."

So close. Sam had never been anywhere near this close before. It was once believed to be impossible. She sat down and Al continued pacing.

"Has anyone told Donna?" She asked after several moments.

"Not yet." There was something else bothering Al. She waited knowing that silence often got better results than questions.

"They know." Al said finally, "The kid had already been hooked up to the EEG machine for some time before Sam Leaped. The whole thing was recorded and they know it's not just a seizure and that the brain waves they're recording now are completely different from the kid's. They might never put two and two together, however, if anyone who's familiar with Sam's early research sees those readings our security will be compromised."

"Oh boy!" Verbena breathed.