Dark Stranger

by Lesley W

Sam Beckett was the first person in a long time to see the kind heart, the compassionate soul, the true spirit that resides within the angry, broken desperate man known as Al Calavicci. As it turns out, he wasn't the only one. Set in 1985 (Project Star Bright). I apologize for any confusion the disappearance and reemergence of this story might have caused. I'm still a newb here.

1. Prologue

Dark Stranger: A Quantum Leap Fan Fiction Story by Lesley Wentzell

Prologue

Tonight's the night I finally get my retribution for everything you bastards have done to me! For every guy I've ever met who has lied to me, beaten me, and used me: It's time. I don't care who it is; somebody's gotta pay! And since I wouldn't be able to track down all the rotten sons of bitches who have wronged me even if I lived seven lifetimes, the least I can do is strike back, leave one marred warning for the rest of them: Don't fuck with us because we've had it! They're all the same, anyway.

So, who's the lucky guy? I've been scoping this dive all night and… A-ha! That one: The man standing at the jukebox. Aw, poor baby! He looks so lost… so alone. How many women's hearts has he broken? It doesn't matter. That's the one. He's perfect: Suave, dark-haired, shit-faced, sulking.

Now that I think of it, the last asshole who raped me looked an awful lot like this guy. He owned a beautiful wood and fiberglass Trimaran: A 1966 forty foot Lodestar which he christened the "Dark Stranger." In the end, after everything I put into that fucking vessel—physically, financially and emotionally—I miss her a hell of a lot more than I miss his abusive ass!

Alright, my Dark Stranger. It's time for my revenge… You're mine!