A Leaper's Revenge
By Visage
Hello, All!! I'm back to haunt you with my latest work! (I've finally gotten over my writer's block!!! YAY!!!!) Anyway, I know this is kinda corny, but I couldn't help myself. I thought of it when I was weeding the garden and just about everything sounds good when you're doing that!!! So, on with the legal stuff... I don't own Enterprise, I don't own Star Trek, I don't own Quantum Leap, I don't own anything sci-fi, and I don't even own a little plastic toy phaser! I don't own Scott Bakula, I don't own anyone else from the Enterprise cast (Though I wouldn't mind if I did!! Tee hee... :::Evil Thought:::) And I don't own Happy Days or The Fonz (Though he is my favorite character... ^_^) Lets see... Am I missing anything? Oh yeah! Please don't sue me! I'm saving my money to go see K-19! (Harrison Ford! Whooo- hoooo!!!!!!) And a HUGE HEAP 'O THANKS to my buddy Artemis Moonrowe for reading my stuff and being a great buddy and fellow Trekker/Child of the Revolution. Other than that... Please review! And... Enjoy!!!
The cool blue light that so often engulfed Dr. Sam Beckett faded as his surroundings came into focus. 'A movie set...' Was the first thing to come to mind. He had seen all of this before, cameras, cardboard settings and props, directors chairs with various names plastered on the back. Sam noticed he was sitting in one such chair. He turned to look at the name. "Scott Bakula?" He whispered out loud. "Who in the world is that? He must be an actor... but I've never heard of him..."
"Scott!" A manly voice called from behind him. It was cheerful and excited, like a child on Christmas morning... And oddly... British.
"Ah... Hello..." Sam said cautiously. Not knowing how to react. 'Just roll with it 'till Al gets here...'
"Would you look at these! We have action figures!!!" The British man thrust four objects in his hand. One had a resemblance to the British man, dressed in a uniform he had never seen before. One was a black man with the same uniform. The third, looked oddly like he remembered himself looking like, although with his "Swiss Cheese Brain" as Al liked to call it, he could be wrong. The fourth, he was sure, was a Vulcan from "Star Trek."
"They had Klaang and Silik, but I think these are better..." The British man replied with a grin. "After all... Aren't we the good guys?"
Sam gave a half hearted grin back, not knowing what else to do. "They look great!"
"I think Connor was kinda miffed about not getting one in the first series. But he gets one in one of the suits, that's cool..."
"T- That's Connor for you..." Sam said, hoping he was right.
"Are you okay, Scott? Maybe you should take a break for a little while? A little rest wouldn't hurt, I'm sure no one with mind."
"Oh, no... Thanks anyway. I'm okay..."
The British man shrugged. "Okay... I'll see you later then, I'm going to show these off to Linda and Jolene. They'll get a kick outa them..." He grinned before heading off to show his treasures around.
Sam couldn't help but grin after the overgrown child. He had heard his mother say once, "The only difference between and man and a boy is the size and price of their toys..." "Well, mom..." He said to himself... "Some boys never change..."
"Greetings, Captain." A woman stood in front of Sam who looked oddly like the action figure, at what the military would call "at ease." Her hands clasped behind her back, she gave no show of emotion. 'A Vulcan!' Sam thought as he noticed the ears. She had dark hair that looked to clean cut to be natural, and a skin tight catsuit about the same color. He couldn't recall Mr. Spock walking around like that.
She grinned. This was definitely not a Vulcan. "I take it Dominic showed you his new playthings?"
"He just left." He stated. He drew up a chair and offered her a seat. She gladly excepted.
"Him, Connor, and John are playing with them... At least you're a little more mature than I thought."
"I'm just good like that..." Sam grinned. He liked this woman. He didn't know if she was Linda or Jolene... or neither for that matter, but she seemed comfortable in his company.
"What a woman!" Another voice called out.
'Finally! Someone I recognize!' His mind cried out. "Uh... If you wouldn't mind. I'll be right back." Sam stood from his chair and searched for the hologram. Al Calavicci stood over by a door he assumed was the men's room. He walked over to the room and in the door.
He turned on the light just in time to see Al walk through the door. Whenever Sam was witness to this, he jumped. This time was no different. "Al!" Sam yelled. "Will you cut that out!"
"I'm sorry, Sam! It's a habit!" The Navy Admiral said in his defense.
"I already know that I'm Scott Bakula, and I'm on a Movie-"
"You're an actor for a TV series..."
"And it must be Star Trek because there's a Vulcan..."
"Correctamundo." Al said. Sam gave him a funny look. "Tina is in the middle of a "Happy Days" marathon... I had to sit and watch a few hours or else I'd be in trouble..."
"And there's this guy with action figures that look a lot like the people here..."
Al punched in something on his beeping handlink. "That was Dominic Keating, a British guy who moved to a America a few years ago to be an actor."
"Oh... So what am I here for?"
"You have to write a script..." Al answered
Sam gave him the Vulcan eyebrow. "Huh?"
"But not just any script!" Al answered quickly. "You see... Oh man... this is going to be a little confusing..."
"Al?"
"Well, You know how you leaped into Scott Bakula?"
Sam nodded, with a skeptical look.
"Well... It goes like this... Someone decided to make a TV series about project Quantum Leap..."
"What?! It's a top secret government project and you guys sold the rights to do a TV series!?" Sam yelled, not sure whether to be upset or appalled. 'It totally could have gone for a movie!' He thought, unsure where exactly the thought had come from.
"Well, it was a hit. They did a pretty good job with the series. The casting was well done too... You see... I was played by this guy named Dean Stockwell-"
"Al?" Sam tried to interrupt.
"Personally, I think he was a bit chubbier than I am... but-" Al explained looking down at his middle, obviously sucking in the bit of non muscular weight.
"Al?" He said a little louder this time.
"They got Gushy on the nose, bad breath and all!"
"Al!" Sam finally got his attention. "What does this all have to do with me being Scott Bakula?"
"Huh? Oh! Right!" Al said, being reminded of his purpose. "Well, Scott Bakula got to play you. Ironic that you get to play him now, huh?" Sam didn't return his cheerful laugh. Al's grin faded as he continued... "Anyway, After "Quantum Leap" ended, Scott got the role of 'Captain Archer' on the Star Trek Series 'Enterprise.' Well, the cast gets along great, and the series is going along smoothly. The only hitch is that Scott occasionally gets teased for... uh... donning women's apparel on 'Quantum Leap.'"
"And I'm here because..." Sam asked.
"You're supposed to write a script for 'Enterprise' where the guys, I think probably Dominic and another member of the crew, Connor Trinneer, have to dress in women's clothes for some odd reason. First, they're the ones who would do most of the joking, plus I think it'd be funny! Granted they don't mean any harm by it..."
"This sounds like fun... but how come I'm not saving someone from death, or something... this seems awful easy..."
"Have you ever tried to write something? Sometimes, writers can go for months with writers block! That can be a fate worse than death in its self!"
Over the next few days, when Sam wasn't filming, he was sitting with a pad and paper sketching ideas for a story. Many had come to him, but none seemed... right.
He had met the cast as well. They all seemed to like and respect each other. He sat back and watched the antics of Dominic and Connor. The two got along great, unlike their Star Trek counterparts, and seemed to be the trouble makers of the set, though they did know when it was absolutely necessary to behave. They prayed mostly on Linda Park, the Korean actress playing Hoshi. More than once, she wound up with ice down her back, or plastic bugs in her shoes. Sam could almost see a gleam in her eye that signaled that she was ready to strike back. John Billingsley, the alien Dr. Phlox on the set, was the quiet one, usually retreating to a small corner and reading a magazine in between shots. Jolene Blalock, the Vulcan from earlier and Anthony Montgomery, the black crew member that the action figure had been modeled after, switched between activities like studying lines or talking among the crew.
Al had checked in on him from time to time, offering ideas that both he and the real Scott Bakula had offered from the Imaging Chamber. Alien abductions, partial insanity, momentary amnesia, giant space amoebas, nothing seemed to fit. Sighing, he took a momentary mental break. He spotted Connor and Dominic with the action figures. With a smile on his face, he watched the two play.
"I'm the evil Suliban, and I'm here to take over your ship!" Dominic said in an deep American accent, holding up the plastic resemblance of Silik.
"No!" Connor said in his best impression of Archer. "We're on a mission of peaceful exploration!" He made the figure of Archer dance around the "bridge" of the ship (a cardboard box they had borrowed from the recycling bin). "Don't worry, Captain!" Connor then grabbed the plastic Reed and made him stand next to his plastic Captain. "I'll save you!"
"I don't talk like that." Dominic said. "That's cockney! I'm more of a proper British."
Connor gave a grin. "And pigs can fly..."
Dominic gave Connor and evil look before picking up the figure of the Vulcan, T'Pol. With his giggly teenager impression, he made T'Pol say, "I'm T'Pol, and I'm in love with Trip because he's soooooo dreamy!"
"Take that back!" The two heard Jolene yell from across the set. The two boys fell to the ground, rolling with laughter.
Then, it came. Sam's inspiration... The perfect script. He jotted down notes so he wouldn't forget it, and began writing.
"Uh... Scott?" Connor said as he looked over the script. "No offence, buddy... It's a wonderful script and everything but... Nuh-uh..." The seven crew members sat at a table getting ready to go over this weeks script, the one that Sam had written.
"What's the matter? I think it's brilliant!" Linda said, trying to keep back a giggle. All of the cast and crew thought it was a work of a genius... All except for Connor and Dominic.
"But... why us?" Dominic said, his voice shaking at the thought of wearing a dress.
"Because, as it says in the script, we find a planet that is completely populated by Women, and I need Hoshi and T'Pol on the ship with me!" Sam said, obviously enjoying himself.
"Why couldn't you just find... Cutler or someone like that?" Connor asked, irritation hinting in his tone of voice.
"Then it wouldn't be a show, now would it?" Sam said, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin on his face.
Connor scowled back at Sam. "Some friend you turned out to be, Cap'n."
Dominic propped his elbows on the table and rested his head in his hands. "What is my mother going to say. She'll insist on coming to America just to pick out my clothes again for the next year!"
Just then, the hot white light of the imaging chamber door opened, and Admiral Calavicci stepped though. "Sam! You did it! The episode you just wrote goes on to be one of the best episodes of the series! And don't worry, Connor and Dominic get over it... eventually."
Sam sat back in his chair with a grin. "Oh, how sweet it is..." The familiar hot blue light surrounded Dr. Beckett sending him on his next journey though time.
By Visage
Hello, All!! I'm back to haunt you with my latest work! (I've finally gotten over my writer's block!!! YAY!!!!) Anyway, I know this is kinda corny, but I couldn't help myself. I thought of it when I was weeding the garden and just about everything sounds good when you're doing that!!! So, on with the legal stuff... I don't own Enterprise, I don't own Star Trek, I don't own Quantum Leap, I don't own anything sci-fi, and I don't even own a little plastic toy phaser! I don't own Scott Bakula, I don't own anyone else from the Enterprise cast (Though I wouldn't mind if I did!! Tee hee... :::Evil Thought:::) And I don't own Happy Days or The Fonz (Though he is my favorite character... ^_^) Lets see... Am I missing anything? Oh yeah! Please don't sue me! I'm saving my money to go see K-19! (Harrison Ford! Whooo- hoooo!!!!!!) And a HUGE HEAP 'O THANKS to my buddy Artemis Moonrowe for reading my stuff and being a great buddy and fellow Trekker/Child of the Revolution. Other than that... Please review! And... Enjoy!!!
The cool blue light that so often engulfed Dr. Sam Beckett faded as his surroundings came into focus. 'A movie set...' Was the first thing to come to mind. He had seen all of this before, cameras, cardboard settings and props, directors chairs with various names plastered on the back. Sam noticed he was sitting in one such chair. He turned to look at the name. "Scott Bakula?" He whispered out loud. "Who in the world is that? He must be an actor... but I've never heard of him..."
"Scott!" A manly voice called from behind him. It was cheerful and excited, like a child on Christmas morning... And oddly... British.
"Ah... Hello..." Sam said cautiously. Not knowing how to react. 'Just roll with it 'till Al gets here...'
"Would you look at these! We have action figures!!!" The British man thrust four objects in his hand. One had a resemblance to the British man, dressed in a uniform he had never seen before. One was a black man with the same uniform. The third, looked oddly like he remembered himself looking like, although with his "Swiss Cheese Brain" as Al liked to call it, he could be wrong. The fourth, he was sure, was a Vulcan from "Star Trek."
"They had Klaang and Silik, but I think these are better..." The British man replied with a grin. "After all... Aren't we the good guys?"
Sam gave a half hearted grin back, not knowing what else to do. "They look great!"
"I think Connor was kinda miffed about not getting one in the first series. But he gets one in one of the suits, that's cool..."
"T- That's Connor for you..." Sam said, hoping he was right.
"Are you okay, Scott? Maybe you should take a break for a little while? A little rest wouldn't hurt, I'm sure no one with mind."
"Oh, no... Thanks anyway. I'm okay..."
The British man shrugged. "Okay... I'll see you later then, I'm going to show these off to Linda and Jolene. They'll get a kick outa them..." He grinned before heading off to show his treasures around.
Sam couldn't help but grin after the overgrown child. He had heard his mother say once, "The only difference between and man and a boy is the size and price of their toys..." "Well, mom..." He said to himself... "Some boys never change..."
"Greetings, Captain." A woman stood in front of Sam who looked oddly like the action figure, at what the military would call "at ease." Her hands clasped behind her back, she gave no show of emotion. 'A Vulcan!' Sam thought as he noticed the ears. She had dark hair that looked to clean cut to be natural, and a skin tight catsuit about the same color. He couldn't recall Mr. Spock walking around like that.
She grinned. This was definitely not a Vulcan. "I take it Dominic showed you his new playthings?"
"He just left." He stated. He drew up a chair and offered her a seat. She gladly excepted.
"Him, Connor, and John are playing with them... At least you're a little more mature than I thought."
"I'm just good like that..." Sam grinned. He liked this woman. He didn't know if she was Linda or Jolene... or neither for that matter, but she seemed comfortable in his company.
"What a woman!" Another voice called out.
'Finally! Someone I recognize!' His mind cried out. "Uh... If you wouldn't mind. I'll be right back." Sam stood from his chair and searched for the hologram. Al Calavicci stood over by a door he assumed was the men's room. He walked over to the room and in the door.
He turned on the light just in time to see Al walk through the door. Whenever Sam was witness to this, he jumped. This time was no different. "Al!" Sam yelled. "Will you cut that out!"
"I'm sorry, Sam! It's a habit!" The Navy Admiral said in his defense.
"I already know that I'm Scott Bakula, and I'm on a Movie-"
"You're an actor for a TV series..."
"And it must be Star Trek because there's a Vulcan..."
"Correctamundo." Al said. Sam gave him a funny look. "Tina is in the middle of a "Happy Days" marathon... I had to sit and watch a few hours or else I'd be in trouble..."
"And there's this guy with action figures that look a lot like the people here..."
Al punched in something on his beeping handlink. "That was Dominic Keating, a British guy who moved to a America a few years ago to be an actor."
"Oh... So what am I here for?"
"You have to write a script..." Al answered
Sam gave him the Vulcan eyebrow. "Huh?"
"But not just any script!" Al answered quickly. "You see... Oh man... this is going to be a little confusing..."
"Al?"
"Well, You know how you leaped into Scott Bakula?"
Sam nodded, with a skeptical look.
"Well... It goes like this... Someone decided to make a TV series about project Quantum Leap..."
"What?! It's a top secret government project and you guys sold the rights to do a TV series!?" Sam yelled, not sure whether to be upset or appalled. 'It totally could have gone for a movie!' He thought, unsure where exactly the thought had come from.
"Well, it was a hit. They did a pretty good job with the series. The casting was well done too... You see... I was played by this guy named Dean Stockwell-"
"Al?" Sam tried to interrupt.
"Personally, I think he was a bit chubbier than I am... but-" Al explained looking down at his middle, obviously sucking in the bit of non muscular weight.
"Al?" He said a little louder this time.
"They got Gushy on the nose, bad breath and all!"
"Al!" Sam finally got his attention. "What does this all have to do with me being Scott Bakula?"
"Huh? Oh! Right!" Al said, being reminded of his purpose. "Well, Scott Bakula got to play you. Ironic that you get to play him now, huh?" Sam didn't return his cheerful laugh. Al's grin faded as he continued... "Anyway, After "Quantum Leap" ended, Scott got the role of 'Captain Archer' on the Star Trek Series 'Enterprise.' Well, the cast gets along great, and the series is going along smoothly. The only hitch is that Scott occasionally gets teased for... uh... donning women's apparel on 'Quantum Leap.'"
"And I'm here because..." Sam asked.
"You're supposed to write a script for 'Enterprise' where the guys, I think probably Dominic and another member of the crew, Connor Trinneer, have to dress in women's clothes for some odd reason. First, they're the ones who would do most of the joking, plus I think it'd be funny! Granted they don't mean any harm by it..."
"This sounds like fun... but how come I'm not saving someone from death, or something... this seems awful easy..."
"Have you ever tried to write something? Sometimes, writers can go for months with writers block! That can be a fate worse than death in its self!"
Over the next few days, when Sam wasn't filming, he was sitting with a pad and paper sketching ideas for a story. Many had come to him, but none seemed... right.
He had met the cast as well. They all seemed to like and respect each other. He sat back and watched the antics of Dominic and Connor. The two got along great, unlike their Star Trek counterparts, and seemed to be the trouble makers of the set, though they did know when it was absolutely necessary to behave. They prayed mostly on Linda Park, the Korean actress playing Hoshi. More than once, she wound up with ice down her back, or plastic bugs in her shoes. Sam could almost see a gleam in her eye that signaled that she was ready to strike back. John Billingsley, the alien Dr. Phlox on the set, was the quiet one, usually retreating to a small corner and reading a magazine in between shots. Jolene Blalock, the Vulcan from earlier and Anthony Montgomery, the black crew member that the action figure had been modeled after, switched between activities like studying lines or talking among the crew.
Al had checked in on him from time to time, offering ideas that both he and the real Scott Bakula had offered from the Imaging Chamber. Alien abductions, partial insanity, momentary amnesia, giant space amoebas, nothing seemed to fit. Sighing, he took a momentary mental break. He spotted Connor and Dominic with the action figures. With a smile on his face, he watched the two play.
"I'm the evil Suliban, and I'm here to take over your ship!" Dominic said in an deep American accent, holding up the plastic resemblance of Silik.
"No!" Connor said in his best impression of Archer. "We're on a mission of peaceful exploration!" He made the figure of Archer dance around the "bridge" of the ship (a cardboard box they had borrowed from the recycling bin). "Don't worry, Captain!" Connor then grabbed the plastic Reed and made him stand next to his plastic Captain. "I'll save you!"
"I don't talk like that." Dominic said. "That's cockney! I'm more of a proper British."
Connor gave a grin. "And pigs can fly..."
Dominic gave Connor and evil look before picking up the figure of the Vulcan, T'Pol. With his giggly teenager impression, he made T'Pol say, "I'm T'Pol, and I'm in love with Trip because he's soooooo dreamy!"
"Take that back!" The two heard Jolene yell from across the set. The two boys fell to the ground, rolling with laughter.
Then, it came. Sam's inspiration... The perfect script. He jotted down notes so he wouldn't forget it, and began writing.
"Uh... Scott?" Connor said as he looked over the script. "No offence, buddy... It's a wonderful script and everything but... Nuh-uh..." The seven crew members sat at a table getting ready to go over this weeks script, the one that Sam had written.
"What's the matter? I think it's brilliant!" Linda said, trying to keep back a giggle. All of the cast and crew thought it was a work of a genius... All except for Connor and Dominic.
"But... why us?" Dominic said, his voice shaking at the thought of wearing a dress.
"Because, as it says in the script, we find a planet that is completely populated by Women, and I need Hoshi and T'Pol on the ship with me!" Sam said, obviously enjoying himself.
"Why couldn't you just find... Cutler or someone like that?" Connor asked, irritation hinting in his tone of voice.
"Then it wouldn't be a show, now would it?" Sam said, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin on his face.
Connor scowled back at Sam. "Some friend you turned out to be, Cap'n."
Dominic propped his elbows on the table and rested his head in his hands. "What is my mother going to say. She'll insist on coming to America just to pick out my clothes again for the next year!"
Just then, the hot white light of the imaging chamber door opened, and Admiral Calavicci stepped though. "Sam! You did it! The episode you just wrote goes on to be one of the best episodes of the series! And don't worry, Connor and Dominic get over it... eventually."
Sam sat back in his chair with a grin. "Oh, how sweet it is..." The familiar hot blue light surrounded Dr. Beckett sending him on his next journey though time.