The loft Sam finished the final page of Blair’s thesis and sighed deeply. On his other knee was a pad of paper, where he’d begun jotting down the idea he’d had. Ziggy’s right–this paper does deserve to be published. It’s … Continue reading →

Major Crimes Bullpen Cascade PD “I’m still here, Al.” The Observer nodded. “I noticed,” he remarked wryly. Connor’s voice interrupted before the Leaper could respond. “Well, Sandy, it looks like I owe you one.” “Re-really?” Sam stammered, blinking upwards from … Continue reading →

At the Precinct Sam stared bleakly at the elevator doors, his eyes drifting upwards only as each floor of the building crawled by like a lazy turtle. If Ziggy was right, within a few more minutes he would Leap, provided … Continue reading →

Back in Cascade “I like the kid, Sam,” the hologram admitted. They were in Blair’s car en route to some place named Gunderson Shipping. Al had been telling Sam about his latest conversation with the young man. “I like him … Continue reading →

Sam had spotted Ellison in the crowd and had almost reached him when Al appeared right in front of him. The Leaper jumped a little in surprise and swore under his breath. “Don’t do that!” he hissed. “Do what?” Jim … Continue reading →

Men’s room Major Crimes Division Cascade PD “Sam?” The physicist stopped pacing the floor to glare at his friend. “Where have you been?” As usual, Al ignored him. “Geez, Sam, what is it with you and the men’s room this … Continue reading →

Men’s room Rainier University Administration Building Sam stared into the mirror, studying the face he’d borrowed for the duration of this Leap. Blair Sandburg was of indeterminate height–indeterminate because Sam was always able to look in his reflection’s eyes regardless … Continue reading →

Back at the Project 2000 “Do you want us to restrain him, sir?” one of the MPs asked. Al shook his head impatiently. “No. No restraints, no sedatives unless absolutely necessary. You know the rules. Now, get out.” The two … Continue reading →

Project Quantum Leap June 8, 2000 White…cold…sterile… These words gradually filtered into his disoriented brain as he struggled to absorb his surroundings. He was in a large room, almost totally barren of furniture except for a narrow metal table or … Continue reading →