Project Quantum Leap Stallion’s Gate, New Mexico January 24, 1996 Admiral Calavicci stormed into the Control Room, the color of his face varying curiously from anger-red to fear-white. Ironically, either one matched his outfit, which consisted of a red jacket, … Continue reading →

Four high-beam flashlights cut ribbons of light out of the shadows inside the large, empty building. The door that had once filled the space that the human intruders were standing in hung open, a large black scar on its lock … Continue reading →

Metropolis 1996 Scully bit her lip in frustration. In the time they had been speaking with Clark Kent and Lois Lane, they had managed to find out almost nothing, except that both insisted that Superman’s abilities were genuine. She had … Continue reading →

Metropolis “Any luck?” Clark asked, glancing over Lois’s shoulder at her computer. “Well, sort of. I found a biography of Dr. Samuel Beckett fairly easily, thought it hasn’t been updated for at least three or four years.” She pointed to … Continue reading →

Juan Pablo’s Mexican Restaurant Stallion Springs, New Mexico June 9, 2000 “Admiral Calavicci! It’s so good to finally meet you face to face!” Al scowled at the man who was extending a hand towards him. “Cut to the chase, *Governor*. … Continue reading →

Washington “Have you noticed how strange Mack Sherman’s been acting lately?” Dana Scully turned to stare incredulously at her partner, her winter coat in one hand. “Mack Sherman? The janitor?” Mulder nodded, reaching for his own coat. “I caught him … Continue reading →

Back in Metropolis “All right, all right!” Jimmy raised his hands in surrender. “I just don’t understand why everyone chases me away just when they’re about to find out something interesting!” “We need you to–” Lois began. “I know. I … Continue reading →

June 8, 2000 Project Quantum Leap Stallion’s Gate, New Mexico Al slammed the phone down with a curse just as Donna walked through the door. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Are you all right, Al?” The Admiral glanced up, a … Continue reading →

FBI Headquarters Washington DC January 24, 1996 Scully was right. The cocktail sauce wasn’t terribly obvious, but considering how much he had paid for this tie, it would be nice to get the stuff off it before it could stain. … Continue reading →