Quantum Goldmine
A/N: If we needed any proof that I am insane, here it is. My very own Quantum Leap/Velvet Goldmine crossover. I thought of the idea while watching Zoolander… and surprisingly, this *isn't* a comedy. It's action, drama, romance… and after all that, maybe comedy. Slash too, but HELLO! Read and review, pretty please.
Chapter One:
The white light flashed, he flew through space- time really- and then was immediately compacted into another body. Dr. Sam Beckett straightened and looked around him. Before him was a young man, with clear pale skin and big brown eyes, staring at him expectantly.
"Cheers," the young man said with an obvious English accent, tipping his beer in a salute.
Sam swallowed. "Oh, boy."
The young man smiled a little. "What's wrong?"
"I- uh…" he trailed off.
"Arthur," the boy supplied, standing and holding out a hand. "And I'd better be going. I have a story to write. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Wild."
They shook, and Arthur walked away, leaving his beer on the table. Sam slumped down in the chair and took a gulp of it. Immediately, he sputtered and spit the offending object into his hand. It was a pin, bright green and nearly glowing. He stared down at it, fascinated.
There was a quick buzzing noise, then suddenly beside him stood a flashily dressed man. "Sam," he greeted.
"Al," Sam whispered, then got to his feet quickly and pocketed the pin. "Let's talk." He left the bar quickly, via the backdoor, not bothering to hold it for the hologram, who merely stepped through it. "Who am I?"
"Let's see," Al punched some buttons and Ziggy came back with a reading almost immediately. "You're Curt Wild, thirty-two, and you're in New York City in 1984."
"Curt Wild? The rock star Curt Wild?"
"Uh… Yes, the rock star Curt Wild. He's been living in New York for almost five years now at… 1138 Thackery. Nice area. To which you better get to, since it's late and you have no idea what time you have to get up in the morning."
"Why am I here?" Sam asked. "And do I have a car?"
"I don't know, and no." Al smiled and pointed with his cigar. "You have that."
Sam turned his head to see what Sam was pointing at. It was a classic Harley, in mint condition. A smile broke across his face. "I get to be a rock star. Cool."
TBC soon.....
A/N: If we needed any proof that I am insane, here it is. My very own Quantum Leap/Velvet Goldmine crossover. I thought of the idea while watching Zoolander… and surprisingly, this *isn't* a comedy. It's action, drama, romance… and after all that, maybe comedy. Slash too, but HELLO! Read and review, pretty please.
Chapter One:
The white light flashed, he flew through space- time really- and then was immediately compacted into another body. Dr. Sam Beckett straightened and looked around him. Before him was a young man, with clear pale skin and big brown eyes, staring at him expectantly.
"Cheers," the young man said with an obvious English accent, tipping his beer in a salute.
Sam swallowed. "Oh, boy."
The young man smiled a little. "What's wrong?"
"I- uh…" he trailed off.
"Arthur," the boy supplied, standing and holding out a hand. "And I'd better be going. I have a story to write. It was nice to meet you, Mr. Wild."
They shook, and Arthur walked away, leaving his beer on the table. Sam slumped down in the chair and took a gulp of it. Immediately, he sputtered and spit the offending object into his hand. It was a pin, bright green and nearly glowing. He stared down at it, fascinated.
There was a quick buzzing noise, then suddenly beside him stood a flashily dressed man. "Sam," he greeted.
"Al," Sam whispered, then got to his feet quickly and pocketed the pin. "Let's talk." He left the bar quickly, via the backdoor, not bothering to hold it for the hologram, who merely stepped through it. "Who am I?"
"Let's see," Al punched some buttons and Ziggy came back with a reading almost immediately. "You're Curt Wild, thirty-two, and you're in New York City in 1984."
"Curt Wild? The rock star Curt Wild?"
"Uh… Yes, the rock star Curt Wild. He's been living in New York for almost five years now at… 1138 Thackery. Nice area. To which you better get to, since it's late and you have no idea what time you have to get up in the morning."
"Why am I here?" Sam asked. "And do I have a car?"
"I don't know, and no." Al smiled and pointed with his cigar. "You have that."
Sam turned his head to see what Sam was pointing at. It was a classic Harley, in mint condition. A smile broke across his face. "I get to be a rock star. Cool."
TBC soon.....