Chapter One: Leap In

Author note: spoilers for 2x10: One Wrong Move. Pretty much the entire episode. And I am using dialogue from the episode. Dialogue from One Wrong Move will be underlined. Quantum Leap has also been pushed forward by about 15 years to fit better with Flashpoint.

I do not own either Flashpoint or Quantum Leap.

Entire work edited as of February 19th, 2017

Theorizing that one could time travel within his own lifetime, Dr. Sam Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap accelerator and vanished... He woke 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.

Sam's vision cleared from the Leap effect to reveal a blue-gray locker. A shirt left his hand to fly into the locker. The tall, ruggedly built, dark-blond man blinked and did a quick once-over of the locker's contents, hoping for a clue to his new identity. The photos taped to the locker's inside doors featured an African-American posing with his friends and family. Sam let his breath out in relief, brushing the white lock on his forehead back and out of his light gray eyes. While he had nothing against girls, the Leaps into them were always awkward for him and hilarious for Al. At least men didn't wear bras and walk in high heels.

"Nice toss, Lou," a man with black, spikey hair called. He was several inches shorter than Sam with a compact frame and a mischievous look in his brown eyes, coupled with an impish smile that Sam returned; a wry gleam entered the scientist's own eyes.

"Thanks," Sam replied, as he looked around the locker room. In addition to the black-haired man, there was a brown-haired man about Sam's height with very short hair and a slightly shorter blond with a crew cut and a five o'clock shadow. The brunet had broad shoulders and eyes a touch darker than Sam's eyes. The blond had blue eyes and an athletic build. Sam looked down at himself and stifled a groan. He was wearing a uniform, complete with military-looking patches. Please, not a soldier again, Sam pleaded mentally. The word Metropolitan caught his notice. Whew, not a soldier. The scientist tilted his arm a little to read the writing better. Metropolitan Police…huh, hope this guy's a good cop. And I hope this isn't 1969; last time was bad enough. Sam looked around, hoping to spot Al or hear the sound of the Imaging Chamber door. He had a first name but he needed the when, where, and, with a little luck, the why. Not to mention names for the other men in the locker room.

"So, Spike," the brown-haired man started. "How was Bridget?"

"Shut up, Wordy," 'Spike' retorted, drawing a wry grin from the friendly-looking man. Spike looked in his locker before whirling around. "Sam!"

Sam jolted a bit and turned, startled to hear his name from someone other than Al. The men in the locker room didn't notice or look in his direction. The blond tossed a shirt at Spike.

"Lose something, Spike?" 'Sam' teased, a grin flashing across his face. Beckett blinked, hiding a smirk at a move very reminiscent of Al; Al had pulled that exact trick on Beckett himself a time or two, back when they were building Quantum Leap.

"Yeah, yeah, Samtastic," Spike groused, putting a snapshot in his locker before pulling the shirt on. He looked over at Beckett. "Ready to go, Lou?"

Beckett offered up a smile of his own. "After you, Spike."

Sam made sure he was at the rear of the group exiting the locker room. If the uniforms he and the other guys were wearing hadn't already given away that Sam was a cop, the bullet-proof vests and the guns arranged in a cage near the locker room would have. Sam buried his alarm with the ease of long practice and followed his fellow officers to the workout room. After an instant's consideration, Sam opted for an exercise bike, though it took a moment to adjust the bike to fit his frame; it looked like someone very short had been the last to use it. A young brunette joined them a few minutes later, hopping up on a treadmill next to Spike. Sam opted to focus on his own workout as he waited for Al to show up.

Before Sam could get into a rhythm, a yell came from the hallway. "Bomb call! Let's go!" Just after the yell ended, an alarm went off, sharp and piercing.

The entire group all but flew out of the workout room, hustling to the cage and their gear. Sam managed to stay in the rear and snagged the last vest. As he settled it in place, he watched the officers pull on their radios and helmets. Once the vest was on, Sam was able to get the rest of his gear without anyone getting suspicious.

From the other room, he heard someone asking if the call could be traced.

"No. It's VOIP, rerouted through an anonymous server."

"Future headquarters. It's a construction site."

Sam followed the group toward the trucks as someone told the lady at the front desk to patch the foreman through to his phone. Whatever was going on, it looked like it was going to happen fast, whether he was ready or not. "Oh, Boy." Al, where are you?