{"id":1983,"date":"2012-10-01T00:05:53","date_gmt":"2012-10-01T00:05:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/azar.ink-and-quill.com\/?p=1983"},"modified":"2012-10-01T00:07:12","modified_gmt":"2012-10-01T00:07:12","slug":"fic-ships-in-the-night-part-317-ql-samdonna","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/azar.ink-and-quill.com\/?p=1983","title":{"rendered":"Fic: Ships in the Night part 3\/17 (QL, Sam\/Donna)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Would you rather I have forced her to stay here, gradually losing her hope?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Al shook his head impatiently, trying to remain unmoved by Beth&#8217;s logic.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No, but I didn&#8217;t particularly want to have two of them to look for either!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s what I&#8217;m here for,&#8221; Beth replied calmly.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But what about the girls?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I consulted the girls about it before Lisa and Trudi left and they agreed with me. Ruth even offered to watch Samantha when we both have to be here.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Beth placed a restraining hand on her husband&#8217;s arm. &#8220;I know what I&#8217;m doing, Al. I would have done anything to go over to &#8216;Nam and look for you when you were there.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Al opened his mouth as if to object, and Beth smiled sadly.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;In this timeline at least,&#8221; she amended.<\/p>\n<p>The Admiral stared at the cigar in his hand, frustrated. &#8220;I guess I feel like she gave up. Like she decided I couldn&#8217;t find him, that I&#8217;d failed&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Beth took Al&#8217;s chin firmly in one hand and looked him straight in the eyes. &#8220;You haven&#8217;t failed anyone, Al. You&#8217;ve done everything humanly possible&#8211;maybe more&#8211;to find Sam. Maybe this is the only way *to* find him.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well, then it should be me! I promised I&#8217;d bring him home..!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Do you think I&#8217;d let you out of my sight if I thought you were going to do that?&#8221; Beth scolded. &#8220;I need you here, Al. We need you here.\u00a0<em>Sam<\/em> needs you here.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>There was an awkward pause. &#8220;No one else can contact Sam, Al,&#8221; she reminded him. &#8220;He needs you here.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, Gooshie&#8217;s voice came over the intercom, filled with excitement. &#8220;Admiral Calavicci! There&#8217;s someone in the Waiting Room!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah, I know, Gooshie. You a big Ferne Marshall fan or something?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No, no! I mean someone ELSE!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Al looked at Beth, startled. &#8220;She can&#8217;t have Leaped again already! You haven&#8217;t even spoken to her yet, how would she know what to do?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Admiral, you don&#8217;t understand!&#8221; Gooshie insisted. &#8220;It&#8217;s DOCTOR BECKETT!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>There was a brief, stunned silence. &#8220;Wouldn&#8217;t that be just like him to come home right after she Leaps out to hunt for him?&#8221; Al muttered.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Is he sure it&#8217;s Sam?&#8221; Beth asked.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Gooshie, are you sure?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>This time Ziggy&#8217;s voice answered him. &#8220;There is a 50% probability that this is Doctor Beckett. Nevertheless, it is equally possibly someone he has Leaped into. You will be able to see for certain, will you not?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Al nodded. His neural link to Sam enabled him to see the visitors in the Waiting Room as they really were, instead of with Sam&#8217;s face. &#8220;We&#8217;ll be right there.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">*****<\/p>\n<p>It was the face of a stranger. To Al, the face of the young man in the Waiting Room was as unfamiliar as the many other faces that had come through there since Sam&#8217;s first Leap. Even though Beth couldn&#8217;t see it, she knew by the expression on her husband&#8217;s face that his best friend had not returned. Silently she took Al&#8217;s hand to reassure him.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well,&#8221; he commented. &#8220;At least we&#8217;ll know where he is now.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m sorry I did not inform you earlier, Admiral. However, I thought you would prefer to see for yourself,&#8221; the computer interceded.<\/p>\n<p>Al nodded. &#8220;Yeah, Ziggy.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Beth frowned. &#8220;You knew it wasn&#8217;t him, Ziggy?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Of course. Since the neural link that enables your husband to see Doctor Beckett as himself is established through me, doesn&#8217;t it make sense that my visual sensors would have the same capability? 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