Disclaimer:
None of the QL characters belong to me. I am just taking them out to play. The story is mine though. And all that other disclaimer stuff I can never remember.
This is my first fan-fic, reviews appreciated. And as I have read elsewhere flames will be doused. Takes place in the Post-MI world.
The blue haze that came with each leap faded away dropping Dr Sam Becket once again into another life that God, fate, or whatever, wanted to fix. Wherever he was, was dark and cold. Lying on a cold wet stone floor did not make matters better. Nor did the fact that his arms were tied tightly behind him making it impossible and painful to move.
Ignoring the pain in his shoulders Sam rolled onto his back, trying not to think about what covered the floor or the stench that came with it. Looking around his world, he saw What little light there was came from a small window about 10 feet above were he was.
"To high to reach even if he could" Sam thought to himself. The only other exit that Sam could see was a iron door that was from what Sam could tell was too secure to even try.
Letting out a cry in frustration and struggled against the binds, which only caused more pain. Wincing in pain as the binds cut into his wrist, Sam tried to relax, tried to keep the panic growing slowing inside from taking over. However, it was not working every sound seem to grow larger and the darkness that seemed only to occupy the corners at first were closing in around Sam.
All the questions that came with each leap raced through his head. What, when and where was he but more importantly the why? The "what" was obvious, he was a prisoner of some sort, but what kind of prisoner, Sam thought to himself, wondering what his host could have done to deserve such treatment. No, he thought, not what his host could have done but perhaps what he, Sam Beckett could have done to deserve this.
"STOP!" Sam shouted, the sound echoing off the walls "You don't have time to panic or self-pity" Sam continued to himself, the walls, and what ever was scurrying in the dark corners of his prison, and he directed his mind to other things waiting for Al to arrive and what was next. Sam hoped it was Al first and not the "what" next. Because what ever that was Sam knew just looking around was not going to be a good thing.
He did not have to wait long; as he heard shouting in the corridor. Sam could only make out a few words. Russian or some language close to it Sam thought, as he tried to sit up and get a better idea to the source and reason of the commotion outside. Then with a shout and 2 quick shots from a gun the scuffle outside ended as quickly as it began, a women's cry and a males angry voice replaced the silence that came after the gunshot. Straining to listen he heard the voices get closer to him, and stop outside his door. "Oh, boy" Sam said as the lock to his door clicked and the door slowly opened and he tried to blend into the wall at his back and the darkness.
To be continued...