The Phantom Leap
Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera or its characters.
Author's Note: This story is based off a combination of Webber's play/movie and Leroux's novel. I enjoy both so I couldn't resist combining them. I love the show Quantum Leap, so I thought it would make an interesting story if Sam leaped into the infamous Opera Ghost. That is when the idea of Phantom Leap was born. I made the time period that of the 1890s. That actually coincides with that of secular history better. The Opera House was finished being built in 1875, and I wanted it to have been around for a while.
I like to think the characters look like the ones from the 2004 movie, except the Phantom's deformity is worse. I am not touching the body, I just can't bring myself to mess with that, sorry devoted Leroux fans. But, his face will look much worse than it did in the film, sorry Gerik fans. Well, I guess in a way you both win. Also, the ages of the characters will be younger than Leroux's (with the exception of Raoul) but, older than the film's. Now, without further ado.
Intro
Theorizing that one can time travel within his own lifetime, Dr Sam Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap excelerator and vanished. He awoke to find himself trapped in the past, facing mirror images that were not his own, and driven by an unknown force to change history for the better. His only guide on this journey is Al, an observer from his own time, who appears in the form of a hologram that only Sam can see and hear. And so, Dr Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life. Striving to put right what once went wrong, and hoping each time that his next leap, will be the leap home...
Dr. Samuel Beckett looked around, still dizzy from the leap. He saw that he was in some sort of dark, underground room. There were lighted candles everywhere, some upon the organ he now sat at. An old fashioned ink pen was in his black, gloved hand, poised toward a sheet of music entitled: Don Juan Triumphant.
Why does that sound familiar, Sam thought. He heard lapping water behind him and stood up. Nearly tripping over the bench, he made his way toward the water. He glanced toward the boat that was near the lake's edge, as if it would give him answers as to why he was there. His glance moved from the boat to his reflection in the water, "Oh Boy."
